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Serene || Methodical || Cultured
Honest || Loyal
Earthy || High-Spirited || Stubborn
Aloof || Blunt
Fiery || Repressed || Transparent
FC: Sophie Turner
Looks 25 | Immortal
Height: 5’8’’ || Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Lean Muscled, long legged || Markings:
Eyes: Sapphire Blue || Hair: Fiery Red
Aurantia Locket was born to an Initia tribe in Southern America, she was born the daughter of the magister of her tribe. In the years of her raising she served her rightful purpose within the tribe and would often be found fetching water from the nearby river or preparing meals for those who had worked long days out in the fields. Upon her 18th birthday Aurantia had been branded with the tribal shaped tattoo on her lower back signifying that she had officially become an elementalist, she had been chosen by the element of water and it didn’t take her long to begin practicing in her new talents.
Having access to the control of magic helped to make the day easier for Aurantia, she could lighten the load she had to carry from the river and boil water just with a swift movement of her hand. Life was an ever uphill roller coaster for the teen and in her nineteenth year she would meet the love of her life, another member of her tribe named Jameson who could wield the element of fire. The two had hit it off from the moment they met and before long they were inseparable. Within a short time they were also arranged to be married. Life had hit the ultimate high for the young Initia, which could only mean that her life was due for a downward turn.
Upon waking the morning of her wedding day she had been buzzing with excitement, that was until she had been informed that her fiance had been called to the magister’s office. Aurantia had rushed from her home across the plains to where her father’s office resided. She watched as the her father exited his office holding Jameson by the scruff of his neck, her fiance’s chest was bare and upon his lower back were red lines travelling in the shape of flames. Aurantia was confused as she watched from afar and found herself grabbed and held back by her mother, furious the girl tried to break free from the woman’s hold but she wouldn’t let go. “Don’t be seen siding with the phoenix, or your fate will be the same as his” her mother had spoken into her ear as Aurantia continued to struggle.
Aurantia was screaming on the inside as she watched her beloved stripped from the world, she was furious and she wanted nothing more to see her father pay for what he had done. Knowing she didn’t have the strength to take on the entire tribe alone Aurantia rushed back to her home and began to pack, she didn’t know where she intended on going, only that she needed to leave right away, she couldn’t stand by and accept the injustices her tribe had allowed to happen. That night once all of her family had fallen to sleep she had left without a word, disappearing into the night never to return again.
The young Initia struggled with the new world she now had to integrate into, being alone was never something that she had experienced before and she found herself running out of the little money she had quickly. To her luck however she met a man named Venetus on her travels, Aurantia had assisted the lycanthrope in finding clean water to drink and the two had shared their stories. Like her Venetus had been betrayed by his people and forced to leave them all behind. Venetus told Aurantia of his plans to form a group, a group of people able to speak for a better future, for one where it did not matter what species, age, gender or race you were. Upon their parting Aurantia had asked Venetus how he intended to right the world and his next words struck her “By finding those of like mind to myself and joining together to speak for the people who believe in a better future”. Aurantia had known from that moment that she wanted to join Venetus, to try and make a difference and to show those back in her tribe that there was another option rather than choosing to stay silent.
Aurantia had joined the Ailward group from that day, her and Venetus hunted down many others like them and with time a diverse group built up. The group had much success and people began to follow and respect them, they too believed that there was more to the world than wars and violence. With time the pain of her loss became bearable, she focused herself on her work and her words. When King Mitus had come to oppose the Ailwards Aurantia had done her best to protect her fellow members from harm, but Mitus was a tyrant, he was cruel and she knew it was only a short time before the man found reason for their downfall.
Upon facing her execution Aurantia had closed her eyes, she was not afraid, she had worked for many years to make the roots for a better future, roots she knew in her heart would continue to grow long after her passing and she forgave herself for not being able to save the one who had meant most to her. After her death, Aurantia found herself in the realm of the Gods alongside her fellow Ailward members, they explained how they were to be resurrected into new beings, capable of protecting the world from destruction.
Aurantia was to become the aspect of Elements, charged with protecting the core elements within the world and with bringing people together through the power of spirit. She was entrusted with a staff which held an orb at it’s peak, within the orb was an elemental storm, a representation of everything she must protect. The staff allowed her the ability of transformation into a dragon, hers was the color of fire, a bright orange, in a way she felt it represented her lost love. After being resurrected the Ailwards had then left America for the Isle of Skye, Venetus placed a protection barrier upon the island and from there, the Ailward Aspects began to plan for the future they sought.
Over the years Aurantia grew close with some of the members of the guard whom served the Ailward cause, she found that she was able to let people into her life again without fear for their safety, many of the guards had proven themselves capable of surviving more than she had fathomed possible. Aurantia took care of her people and she respected all of their differences, she held no grudges against the Initia who found their way to the Isle of Skye though the feud between Phoenix and Initia is one she is passionate to end, to find a way to show them that they are not all that different after all.
On the discussion of the Celestials Aurantia was a firm advocate for helping the wayward species out in any way that they could, her steadfast belief in their cause garnered great sympathy within her for the fallen stars. Thankfully her brothers and sisters listened to reason and the Celestials were taken in, Aureus making a deal with the Wayfinder that enabled the woman to fix the mistakes in the timeline while giving her people sanctuary. The redhead looked on with a small knowing smile as the star and the Ailward spent more and more time together, the smile on her normally stoic brothers face said it all. She fervently hoped and prayed for the best for the couple, her own experiences with love aside she was an optimist when it came to everyone else’s lives and relationships.
Unfortunately something went wrong and while the Wayfinder disappeared Aureus decreed that the rest of the Celestials would remain imprisoned on the Isle. Though she empathized with his heartbreak Tia was firmly against such rash actions but seemed to be the only voice against the unfair treatment of the species and so was out voted. With a heavy heart she watched them year after year seem to waste away in their forced imprisonment, until the day Ophelia returned to rescue her people. This time instead of leaving her home Aurantia was forced to watch as the one she had picked was torn apart, many of those she called friends perishing in a single night of destruction.
Helping to save as many as she could Tia pushed down her anguish, working right alongside her brothers and sisters to give them a new place to stay. It wasn’t the Isle by any means but there was no going back to a place that didn’t exist anymore. Finding it hard not to get angry at Ophelia and her people, the Ailward struggled to adjust to the new world and put aside her angst in the name of peace. Optimistic as she was the redhead focused on finding a more constructive outlet for her anger and outrage, pouring all her energy into building a farm. Her focus was singular, the only break in her constant drive to construct her own happiness were the weekly rides her took with Clayton Forrester.
The Valkyr had grown up during the same time period and roughly the same area as Tia, the pair of them sharing not only the same values but a love of the outdoors. While horseback riding in the Evermore countryside the pair grew closer and in a moment of weakness the Aspect confessed her feelings for the Cowboy, pleasantly surprised when he to admitted his feelings for her. Their relationship skyrocketed from there, the pair moving in at Christmas time and laying down plans for their future.
As Tia and Clay grew together as a couple they face many obstacles that makes life both difficult and interesting. A darkness is rising within the city, people are acting out of character and the feeling of dread grows within the Ailwards. Tia’s best friend Octavia returns from a mission without her husband and without memories to account for his disappearance, and the Aspect of Elements fears this may only be the beginning.