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[Nevare Teimlia]

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NAME: Nevare Teimlia
TITLE: Chieftain of the Wolf Clan
AFFILIATION: Tyrian, currently, although subject to change
AGE: 35
OCCUPATION: Clansman

LIKES:

• Women
  
• His People
  
• Hand-to-Hand Combat
  
• The Teeth
  
• Cillian; a wolf that follows in his wake
  

DISLIKES:

• Solraya and Her People
  
• Others who look down on his folk
  
• Joscelin Brent. He believes that he was softened by the Solrayan folk, and so unlike what he should have been, although that is all mere speculation on his part
  
• King Andrew. Although he sides with Tyrian currently, he doesn't entirely trust Andrew. He knows that the man is fickle, and that he may just as well declare war on the Teeth as he does on Solraya currently.
  
• Weak Willed Folk
  

QUIRKS/HABITS: Nevare has wolfish behaviors such as bumping brows, taking in the scent of others, and displaying dominance as is his right as an alpha male.

Nevare may be quick to physical violence when his temper flares, knowing no other true way to express his displeasure.

FEARS: He fears what may truly happen when the war between Solraya and Tyrian comes to pass, and the decisions he may need to make when the time comes.


TOXIC SECRET: He was witness to when Joscelin was claimed by the Solrayan Kingsguard, used to exchange with the stillborn child of the Queen. Although Nevare was fairly young, the moment stood out in his mind for the child was brother. Since then, Nevare has despised the Solrayan folk.

FATHER: Faolin Teimlia
MOTHER: Moirin mac Fainche
OTHERS: Brother: Joscelin Brent

HISTORY: Born unto Faolin and Moirin, Nevare lived a carefree and wild life. Although there are many who would consider the Teeth a dangerous, harsh territory to live in, the clans that do reside there have learned to master it and live comfortably. Those who survived had strengthened into better folk for it. Their warriors unmatched, their will strong and unwavering, and their passion unlike any other. Nevare loved his life there. He loved scrapping with other children. He loved his mother, father, and the folk of his clan. He loved the beauty of the majestic Teeth themselves. He also loved his brother, just born and so small . . . ah, gods, he had never seen such a sight before! But then something happened . . .

Solraya, seeking to extend their influence beyond their borders and seek a truce amongst the folk of the Teeth [with the intention of mining for raw materials], had ventured into the wildland. King, Queen, Kingsguard, and nobility that sought to make the venture and witness history in the making, undertook the great task. Seeking some semblance of a foothold amongst the folk was not easy for the Solrayan King and Queen. The Clansmen weren't ones to bend the knee easily or share their land with outlanders. Nothing was set in stone, and instead, arguments and disagreements erupted time and again, not only during meetings with the Solrayan royalty but amongst the clans themselves.

There was one clan, however, that sought to make peace with Solraya, and that was Nevare's own. They were an opportunistic clan, eager to see how far the treaty would take them. Yet, there was another that was none too fond of it. They saw it as a weakness and bloodshed followed. What happened next was what drove the Solrayan entourage out of the Teeth and back homeward bound. The Teeth had become too hostile. Being involved wasn't the only danger either for the Queen of Solraya was heavy with child and late in her pregnancy, and what happened next had been horribly, terribly unfortunate . . .

She birthed a stillborn child and was not allowed to see the babe as it was carried from the tent. Instead, what happened next had been a switch with another woman . . . another child born upon the same day. The cub of Faolin and Moirin as Nevare's mother died during the newly born child's birth.

The years passed. Solraya never returned. The clans argued and fumed amongst themselves. Nevare grew older, learned, adapted, and fought tooth and nail to gain the position he has to this day. He stands as a Chieftain now after his father's death and proving his worth, merging his clan with a handful of others in the Teeth and making himself well known enough that even King Andrew respects him enough to treat with him in order to seek safe passage through the teeth, and now siding with Tyrian, Nevare turns his gaze toward Solraya.

RP SAMPLE:

If not for Danielle, Joscelin would have been . . . well, nothing. He had advisors and attendants, but none that he trusted so much as he had Danielle, and there was absolutely nothing that he kept for her but for one thing. Yet, that one thing meant his life or death, his continuing reign or him being torn from the throne, and condemned, for Joscelin was not the legitimate heir to Solraya's seat of power. He was the son of someone . . . someone else that once lived in the Teeth. It was there he had been found, where his father said that he was taken and exchanged for the unbreathing child that his foster-mother, the Queen of Solraya, had given birth to.

Those thoughts filled his mind when he had awakened that night. He had been unable to rest, settle, or do aught else other than to watch his sleeping wife. She looked at peace and oh, so beautiful. He ached when he touched her cheek gently, and he ran his calloused fingertips down and along the arch of her neck.

"Danielle," he whispered softly, and leaned downward to press his brow against hers gently. "Wake up, my love," he added, urging her to awaken, no matter how reluctant he may have been at first. His fingertips roamed from the arch of her neck to the back and then stroked upward for his hand to bury knuckle deep within her hair. He massaged the back of her head gently, coaxing her still to awaken.

"There's something I wish to tell you . . . something important," he said suddenly, and his mouth lowered onto hers gently. If there was one way Joscelin knew how to stir her, and gain her attention, it was this way . . . a kiss. It was soft, tender, and achingly slow, but filled with everything that he held for her. It was love. Pure, complete, and aching. It was the feeling that quickened his pulse and made his heart beat faster. It was the feeling that stirred whenever he saw Danielle. His beloved friend, lover, wife, and Queen. The woman he turned to for anything and everything. Now he turned to her for somewhat that could be considered the most important thing he would ever tell her.

"I'm sorry that I am waking you at such an ungodly hour," he murmured huskily and broke their kiss. In a moment he leaned away, still propped up one elbow as he kept his hand buried within her hair. He searched her face quietly by the light of the moon that spilled through the open windows, and the flickering light from the hearth that warmed their bedchambers. Then there was the warmth of his own bare, warm body tucked against hers, leaving oh, so little untouched.

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