Airevel - Revision history

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	The warrior hovers near Airevel protectively, giving you an assessing glance when it notices you looking its way.		The warrior hovers near Airevel protectively, giving you an assessing glance when it notices you looking its way.

			'''Alteration Idea'''<br>
			Name: Aurivane<br>
			You also see a <b>pearlescent alfar warrior with leporine ears</b>.</br>
			A pearlescent alfar warrior stands tall and austere, its skin shimmering like moon shell. Its features are fine and remote, with pale, opalescent eyes that regard the world in tranquil detachment. Its leporine ears arch skyward, framing a profile of improbable courtliness. Sleek black hair is bound into a severe queue, interspersed with small pearl beads of many colors, that brushes the floor. Its slender frame moves with quiet, measured grace and is neither wholly masculine nor feminine.

	==Psychology==		==Psychology==

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	==Appearance==		==Appearance==
	'''Softskin'''<br>		'''Softskin'''<br>
	He has an oval face, tilted violet eyes and a classical nose. His red hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement.		He has an oval face, tilted violet eyes and a classical nose. His red hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has copper skin and a curvaceous build. <br>
	He has copper skin and a curvaceous build.
	He is average height for a Rakash.		He is average height for a Rakash.

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	'''Moonskin'''<br>		'''Moonskin'''<br>
	He has a pointy-eared face, tilted violet eyes and an elegant muzzle. He has a white and grey coat, a thick tail and a curvaceous build.		He has a pointy-eared face, tilted violet eyes and an elegant muzzle. He has a white and grey coat, a thick tail and a curvaceous build. <br>
	He is average height for a Rakash.		He is average height for a Rakash.

	He is wearing an anloral jackal pin, a pleated moonsilk toga with one end draped over the shoulder, and a polished gold ring inlaid in diamonds with the crest of the Empaths' Guild.		He is wearing an anloral jackal pin, a pleated moonsilk toga with one end draped over the shoulder, and a polished gold ring inlaid in diamonds with the crest of the Empaths' Guild.

			==Guardian Spirit==
			You also see a <b>solemn alfar warrior</b>.

			A solemn alfar warrior is tall and fair of face, with clear eyes and white skin that gleams like ceramic. Its features are all sharp angles, with oblique cat-slitted eyes that survey its surroundings with an untouchable serenity. Its pointed ears sweep upward, accentuating the eagle-like hauteur of its mien. Its lips are tinted blue, the color of a bruise, and are set in a grim line. Flat black clasps gather its colorless hair, binding it into a severe, warlike queue that brushes its waist. Thin and attenuated, though with a wiry strength, this warrior of the alfar is not obviously male or female.

			The warrior hovers near Airevel protectively, giving you an assessing glance when it notices you looking its way.

	==Psychology==		==Psychology==

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	He is average height for a Rakash.		He is average height for a Rakash.

	He is wearing ~~a bronze-bladed fan with a linen wrapped handle,~~ an anloral jackal pin, a ~~softly~~ ~~flowing~~ ~~gown~~ ~~of burnished~~ ~~copper~~ ~~silk~~ ~~and~~ ~~rich~~ ~~honey-hued~~ ~~jaspe~~, and a polished gold ring inlaid in diamonds with the crest of the Empaths' Guild.		He is wearing an anloral jackal pin, a pleated moonsilk toga with one end draped over the shoulder, and a polished gold ring inlaid in diamonds with the crest of the Empaths' Guild.

	==Psychology==		==Psychology==

PHENOM0420 at 00:42, 29 December 2025

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	==Psychology==		==Psychology==
	Airevel is soft‑spoken but unyielding, his calm presence both comforting and disquieting. He carries ~~herself~~ with the quiet confidence of someone who has already made peace with his own mortality. Though deeply loyal to those he considers pack, he does not hesitate to walk alone when the path demands it. He gravitates toward liminal spaces—graveyards at dusk, moonlit fields, the hush of a sickroom just before dawn—places where life and death overlap. His serenity in the face of suffering can be unnerving, and his honesty is often sharper than a blade, but those who earn his trust find him steadfast, protective, and willing to bear any pain on their behalf.		Airevel is soft‑spoken but unyielding, his calm presence both comforting and disquieting. He carries himself with the quiet confidence of someone who has already made peace with his own mortality. Though deeply loyal to those he considers pack, he does not hesitate to walk alone when the path demands it. He gravitates toward liminal spaces—graveyards at dusk, moonlit fields, the hush of a sickroom just before dawn—places where life and death overlap. His serenity in the face of suffering can be unnerving, and his honesty is often sharper than a blade, but those who earn his trust find him steadfast, protective, and willing to bear any pain on their behalf.

	==Background==		==Background==
	Airevel was born beneath the brooding glow of Katamba, his first breath taken under a sky that seemed to watch him with a quiet, knowing stillness. Even among the Rakash - whose lives are shaped by exile, survival, and the memory of loss - he carried an uncanny calm that unsettled the elders. While other pups tumbled and sparred, Airevel lingered at the edges of the firelight, listening to the stories of death and return with a solemn fascination far beyond ~~her~~ years. His pack whispered that Eylhaar had paused to look upon him the night he was born, and as he grew, that shadowed blessing only deepened. He moved through childhood with a strange serenity, unafraid of blood, suffering, or silence. It was as if he had already made peace with the darker half of life.		Airevel was born beneath the brooding glow of Katamba, his first breath taken under a sky that seemed to watch him with a quiet, knowing stillness. Even among the Rakash - whose lives are shaped by exile, survival, and the memory of loss - he carried an uncanny calm that unsettled the elders. While other pups tumbled and sparred, Airevel lingered at the edges of the firelight, listening to the stories of death and return with a solemn fascination far beyond his years. His pack whispered that Eylhaar had paused to look upon him the night he was born, and as he grew, that shadowed blessing only deepened. He moved through childhood with a strange serenity, unafraid of blood, suffering, or silence. It was as if he had already made peace with the darker half of life.

	When Airevel’s Empathic gift first manifested, it did so with a clarity that left no room for doubt. He felt the wounds of others as though they were his own, but instead of recoiling, he embraced the pain with a frightening steadiness. Sent east to train with the Empath Guild, he learned the disciplines of healing, transference, and restraint—but he never adopted the fear his peers held toward Empathic shock. Where others saw it as a catastrophic failure, Airevel treated shock as a threshold, a sacred boundary between life and death that he alone was willing to cross. He took on agony deliberately, again and again, as if each brush with the brink brought him closer to understanding the Immortal whose presence he felt in every quiet moment. His instructors found him brilliant, unnerving, and impossible to categorize, a healer who walked willingly into the fire that others fled.		When Airevel’s Empathic gift first manifested, it did so with a clarity that left no room for doubt. He felt the wounds of others as though they were his own, but instead of recoiling, he embraced the pain with a frightening steadiness. Sent east to train with the Empath Guild, he learned the disciplines of healing, transference, and restraint—but he never adopted the fear his peers held toward Empathic shock. Where others saw it as a catastrophic failure, Airevel treated shock as a threshold, a sacred boundary between life and death that he alone was willing to cross. He took on agony deliberately, again and again, as if each brush with the brink brought him closer to understanding the Immortal whose presence he felt in every quiet moment. His instructors found him brilliant, unnerving, and impossible to categorize, a healer who walked willingly into the fire that others fled.

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	\|race=Rakash		\|race=Rakash
	\|gender=~~Female~~		\|gender=Male
	\|guild=Empath		\|guild=Empath
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	==Appearance==		==Appearance==
	'''Softskin'''<br>		'''Softskin'''<br>
	~~She~~ has an oval face, tilted violet eyes and a classical nose. ~~Her~~ red hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement.		He has an oval face, tilted violet eyes and a classical nose. His red hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement.
	~~She~~ has copper skin and a curvaceous build.		He has copper skin and a curvaceous build.
	~~She~~ is average height for a Rakash.		He is average height for a Rakash.

	~~She~~ is wearing a bronze-bladed fan with a linen wrapped handle, an anloral jackal pin, a softly flowing gown of burnished copper silk and rich honey-hued jaspe, and a polished gold ring inlaid in diamonds with the crest of the Empaths' Guild.		He is wearing a bronze-bladed fan with a linen wrapped handle, an anloral jackal pin, a softly flowing gown of burnished copper silk and rich honey-hued jaspe, and a polished gold ring inlaid in diamonds with the crest of the Empaths' Guild.

	'''Moonskin'''<br>		'''Moonskin'''<br>
	~~She~~ has a pointy-eared face, tilted violet eyes and an elegant muzzle. ~~She~~ has a white and grey coat, a thick tail and a curvaceous build.		He has a pointy-eared face, tilted violet eyes and an elegant muzzle. He has a white and grey coat, a thick tail and a curvaceous build.
	~~She~~ is average height for a Rakash.		He is average height for a Rakash.

	~~She~~ is wearing a bronze-bladed fan with a linen wrapped handle, an anloral jackal pin, a softly flowing gown of burnished copper silk and rich honey-hued jaspe, and a polished gold ring inlaid in diamonds with the crest of the Empaths' Guild.		He is wearing a bronze-bladed fan with a linen wrapped handle, an anloral jackal pin, a softly flowing gown of burnished copper silk and rich honey-hued jaspe, and a polished gold ring inlaid in diamonds with the crest of the Empaths' Guild.

	==Psychology==		==Psychology==
	Airevel is soft‑spoken but unyielding, ~~her~~ calm presence both comforting and disquieting. ~~She~~ carries herself with the quiet confidence of someone who has already made peace with ~~her~~ own mortality. Though deeply loyal to those ~~she~~ considers pack, ~~she~~ does not hesitate to walk alone when the path demands it. ~~She~~ gravitates toward liminal spaces—graveyards at dusk, moonlit fields, the hush of a sickroom just before dawn—places where life and death overlap. ~~Her~~ serenity in the face of suffering can be unnerving, and ~~her~~ honesty is often sharper than a blade, but those who earn ~~her~~ trust find ~~her~~ steadfast, protective, and willing to bear any pain on their behalf.		Airevel is soft‑spoken but unyielding, his calm presence both comforting and disquieting. He carries herself with the quiet confidence of someone who has already made peace with his own mortality. Though deeply loyal to those he considers pack, he does not hesitate to walk alone when the path demands it. He gravitates toward liminal spaces—graveyards at dusk, moonlit fields, the hush of a sickroom just before dawn—places where life and death overlap. His serenity in the face of suffering can be unnerving, and his honesty is often sharper than a blade, but those who earn his trust find him steadfast, protective, and willing to bear any pain on their behalf.

	==Background==		==Background==
	Airevel was born beneath the brooding glow of Katamba, ~~her~~ first breath taken under a sky that seemed to watch ~~her~~ with a quiet, knowing stillness. Even among the Rakash - whose lives are shaped by exile, survival, and the memory of loss - ~~she~~ carried an uncanny calm that unsettled the elders. While other pups tumbled and sparred, Airevel lingered at the edges of the firelight, listening to the stories of death and return with a solemn fascination far beyond her years. ~~Her~~ pack whispered that Eylhaar had paused to look upon ~~her~~ the night ~~she~~ was born, and as ~~she~~ grew, that shadowed blessing only deepened. ~~She~~ moved through childhood with a strange serenity, unafraid of blood, suffering, or silence. It was as if ~~she~~ had already made peace with the darker half of life.		Airevel was born beneath the brooding glow of Katamba, his first breath taken under a sky that seemed to watch him with a quiet, knowing stillness. Even among the Rakash - whose lives are shaped by exile, survival, and the memory of loss - he carried an uncanny calm that unsettled the elders. While other pups tumbled and sparred, Airevel lingered at the edges of the firelight, listening to the stories of death and return with a solemn fascination far beyond her years. His pack whispered that Eylhaar had paused to look upon him the night he was born, and as he grew, that shadowed blessing only deepened. He moved through childhood with a strange serenity, unafraid of blood, suffering, or silence. It was as if he had already made peace with the darker half of life.

	When Airevel’s Empathic gift first manifested, it did so with a clarity that left no room for doubt. ~~She~~ felt the wounds of others as though they were ~~her~~ own, but instead of recoiling, ~~she~~ embraced the pain with a frightening steadiness. Sent east to train with the Empath Guild, ~~she~~ learned the disciplines of healing, transference, and restraint—but ~~she~~ never adopted the fear ~~her~~ peers held toward Empathic shock. Where others saw it as a catastrophic failure, Airevel treated shock as a threshold, a sacred boundary between life and death that ~~she~~ alone was willing to cross. ~~She~~ took on agony deliberately, again and again, as if each brush with the brink brought ~~her~~ closer to understanding the Immortal whose presence ~~she~~ felt in every quiet moment. ~~Her~~ instructors found ~~her~~ brilliant, unnerving, and impossible to categorize, a healer who walked willingly into the fire that others fled.		When Airevel’s Empathic gift first manifested, it did so with a clarity that left no room for doubt. He felt the wounds of others as though they were his own, but instead of recoiling, he embraced the pain with a frightening steadiness. Sent east to train with the Empath Guild, he learned the disciplines of healing, transference, and restraint—but he never adopted the fear his peers held toward Empathic shock. Where others saw it as a catastrophic failure, Airevel treated shock as a threshold, a sacred boundary between life and death that he alone was willing to cross. He took on agony deliberately, again and again, as if each brush with the brink brought him closer to understanding the Immortal whose presence he felt in every quiet moment. His instructors found him brilliant, unnerving, and impossible to categorize, a healer who walked willingly into the fire that others fled.

	Airevel’s devotion to Eylhaar grew not from doctrine, but from experience. In the stillness after shock, when ~~her~~ body trembled and ~~her~~ breath came thin, ~~she~~ felt a presence—cool, patient, and impossibly gentle. ~~She~~ came to believe that Eylhaar did not merely watch ~~her~~; the Immortal guided ~~her~~ hand, teaching ~~her~~ that mercy had two faces. Healing was one, a gift that restored the living. Death was the other, a release that spared the suffering. Airevel began to weave small rituals into ~~her~~ work: crushed pearls hidden in ~~her~~ pockets, whispered prayers over the dying, and silent offerings left in moonlit places. ~~She~~ did not claim to be a Cleric, nor did ~~she~~ seek the authority of one. Instead, ~~she~~ walked a private path, convinced that Eylhaar had chosen ~~her~~ to be a quiet blade. One that cut away pain or severed the final thread when mercy demanded it.		Airevel’s devotion to Eylhaar grew not from doctrine, but from experience. In the stillness after shock, when his body trembled and his breath came thin, he felt a presence—cool, patient, and impossibly gentle. He came to believe that Eylhaar did not merely watch him; the Immortal guided his hand, teaching him that mercy had two faces. Healing was one, a gift that restored the living. Death was the other, a release that spared the suffering. Airevel began to weave small rituals into his work: crushed pearls hidden in his pockets, whispered prayers over the dying, and silent offerings left in moonlit places. He did not claim to be a Cleric, nor did he seek the authority of one. Instead, he walked a private path, convinced that Eylhaar had chosen him to be a quiet blade. One that cut away pain or severed the final thread when mercy demanded it.

	Airevel believes that every touch carries power, and that the one who wields it must choose its purpose with absolute clarity. To ~~her~~, life and death are not opposites but companions, each necessary, each sacred. ~~She~~ sees pain as a message rather than a punishment, and shock as a toll paid for stepping into Eylhaar’s domain. ~~She~~ does not hasten death without cause, but ~~she~~ does not fear it, and when ~~she~~ stands beside someone whose suffering has become unbearable, ~~she~~ offers a serenity that unsettles even seasoned Clerics. Airevel’s philosophy is simple and terrifying: ''mercy is not always healing, and healing is not always mercy.''		Airevel believes that every touch carries power, and that the one who wields it must choose its purpose with absolute clarity. To him, life and death are not opposites but companions, each necessary, each sacred. He sees pain as a message rather than a punishment, and shock as a toll paid for stepping into Eylhaar’s domain. He does not hasten death without cause, but he does not fear it, and when he stands beside someone whose suffering has become unbearable, he offers a serenity that unsettles even seasoned Clerics. Airevel’s philosophy is simple and terrifying: ''mercy is not always healing, and healing is not always mercy.''

	Airevel moves through the world like a shadowed blessing, ~~her~~ presence quiet but unmistakable. In bustling cities ~~she~~ is the healer who arrives without fanfare, restoring the wounded with a touch that feels like cool moonlight. In lonely outposts ~~she~~ is the one who sits vigil through the night, guiding the dying with a calm that makes their final breaths peaceful. Rumors follow ~~her~~ wherever ~~she~~ goes—stories of criminals who collapsed after ~~she~~ laid a hand on their chest, of warriors who begged for ~~her~~ presence when their wounds were beyond saving, of necromancers who mistook ~~her~~ serenity for kinship and paid dearly for the error. Whether these tales are truth or embellishment, Airevel never corrects them. ~~She~~ simply continues her work, offering life or release as Eylhaar wills.		Airevel moves through the world like a shadowed blessing, his presence quiet but unmistakable. In bustling cities he is the healer who arrives without fanfare, restoring the wounded with a touch that feels like cool moonlight. In lonely outposts he is the one who sits vigil through the night, guiding the dying with a calm that makes their final breaths peaceful. Rumors follow him wherever he goes—stories of criminals who collapsed after he laid a hand on their chest, of warriors who begged for his presence when their wounds were beyond saving, of necromancers who mistook his serenity for kinship and paid dearly for the error. Whether these tales are truth or embellishment, Airevel never corrects them. He simply continues her work, offering life or release as Eylhaar wills.
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	\|Image File=~~AirevelProfile003~~-~~min~~.~~png~~		\|Image File=Airevel-combinedProfile.jpg
	}}		}}
	<blockquote>aire ''(noun)'' — happiness; joy; serenity<br>		<blockquote>aire ''(noun)'' — happiness; joy; serenity<br>

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	'''Moonskin'''<br>		'''Moonskin'''<br>
	She has a pointy-eared face, tilted violet eyes and an elegant muzzle~~. Her red hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement~~. She has a white and grey coat, a thick tail and a curvaceous build.		She has a pointy-eared face, tilted violet eyes and an elegant muzzle. She has a white and grey coat, a thick tail and a curvaceous build.
	She is average height for a Rakash.		She is average height for a Rakash.

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	==Background==		==Background==
	Airevel was born beneath the brooding glow of Katamba, her first breath taken under a sky that seemed to watch her with a quiet, knowing stillness. Even among the Rakash - whose lives are shaped by exile, survival, and the memory of loss - she carried an uncanny calm that unsettled the elders. While other pups tumbled and sparred, Airevel lingered at the edges of the firelight, listening to the stories of death and return with a solemn fascination far beyond her years. Her pack whispered that Eylhaar had paused to look upon her the night she was born, and as she grew, that shadowed blessing only deepened. She moved through childhood with a strange serenity, unafraid of blood, suffering, or silence, as ~~though~~ she had already made peace with the darker half of life.		Airevel was born beneath the brooding glow of Katamba, her first breath taken under a sky that seemed to watch her with a quiet, knowing stillness. Even among the Rakash - whose lives are shaped by exile, survival, and the memory of loss - she carried an uncanny calm that unsettled the elders. While other pups tumbled and sparred, Airevel lingered at the edges of the firelight, listening to the stories of death and return with a solemn fascination far beyond her years. Her pack whispered that Eylhaar had paused to look upon her the night she was born, and as she grew, that shadowed blessing only deepened. She moved through childhood with a strange serenity, unafraid of blood, suffering, or silence. It was as if she had already made peace with the darker half of life.

	When Airevel’s Empathic gift first manifested, it did so with a clarity that left no room for doubt. She felt the wounds of others as though they were her own, but instead of recoiling, she embraced the pain with a frightening steadiness. Sent east to train with the Empath Guild, she learned the disciplines of healing, transference, and restraint—but she never adopted the fear her peers held toward Empathic shock. Where others saw it as a catastrophic failure, Airevel treated shock as a threshold, a sacred boundary between life and death that she alone was willing to cross. She took on agony deliberately, again and again, as if each brush with the brink brought her closer to understanding the Immortal whose presence she felt in every quiet moment. Her instructors found her brilliant, unnerving, and impossible to categorize, a healer who walked willingly into the fire that others fled.		When Airevel’s Empathic gift first manifested, it did so with a clarity that left no room for doubt. She felt the wounds of others as though they were her own, but instead of recoiling, she embraced the pain with a frightening steadiness. Sent east to train with the Empath Guild, she learned the disciplines of healing, transference, and restraint—but she never adopted the fear her peers held toward Empathic shock. Where others saw it as a catastrophic failure, Airevel treated shock as a threshold, a sacred boundary between life and death that she alone was willing to cross. She took on agony deliberately, again and again, as if each brush with the brink brought her closer to understanding the Immortal whose presence she felt in every quiet moment. Her instructors found her brilliant, unnerving, and impossible to categorize, a healer who walked willingly into the fire that others fled.

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	==Background==		==Background==
	Airevel was born beneath the brooding glow of Katamba, her first breath taken under a sky that seemed to watch her with a quiet, knowing stillness. Even among the ~~Rakash—whose~~ lives are shaped by exile, survival, and the memory of ~~loss—she~~ carried an uncanny calm that unsettled the elders. While other pups tumbled and sparred, Airevel lingered at the edges of the firelight, listening to the stories of death and return with a solemn fascination far beyond her years. Her pack whispered that Eylhaar had paused to look upon her the night she was born, and as she grew, that shadowed blessing only deepened. She moved through childhood with a strange serenity, unafraid of blood, suffering, or silence, as though she had already made peace with the darker half of life.		Airevel was born beneath the brooding glow of Katamba, her first breath taken under a sky that seemed to watch her with a quiet, knowing stillness. Even among the Rakash - whose lives are shaped by exile, survival, and the memory of loss - she carried an uncanny calm that unsettled the elders. While other pups tumbled and sparred, Airevel lingered at the edges of the firelight, listening to the stories of death and return with a solemn fascination far beyond her years. Her pack whispered that Eylhaar had paused to look upon her the night she was born, and as she grew, that shadowed blessing only deepened. She moved through childhood with a strange serenity, unafraid of blood, suffering, or silence, as though she had already made peace with the darker half of life.

	When Airevel’s Empathic gift first manifested, it did so with a clarity that left no room for doubt. She felt the wounds of others as though they were her own, but instead of recoiling, she embraced the pain with a frightening steadiness. Sent east to train with the Empath Guild, she learned the disciplines of healing, transference, and restraint—but she never adopted the fear her peers held toward Empathic shock. Where others saw it as a catastrophic failure, Airevel treated shock as a threshold, a sacred boundary between life and death that she alone was willing to cross. She took on agony deliberately, again and again, as if each brush with the brink brought her closer to understanding the Immortal whose presence she felt in every quiet moment. Her instructors found her brilliant, unnerving, and impossible to categorize, a healer who walked willingly into the fire that others fled.		When Airevel’s Empathic gift first manifested, it did so with a clarity that left no room for doubt. She felt the wounds of others as though they were her own, but instead of recoiling, she embraced the pain with a frightening steadiness. Sent east to train with the Empath Guild, she learned the disciplines of healing, transference, and restraint—but she never adopted the fear her peers held toward Empathic shock. Where others saw it as a catastrophic failure, Airevel treated shock as a threshold, a sacred boundary between life and death that she alone was willing to cross. She took on agony deliberately, again and again, as if each brush with the brink brought her closer to understanding the Immortal whose presence she felt in every quiet moment. Her instructors found her brilliant, unnerving, and impossible to categorize, a healer who walked willingly into the fire that others fled.

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			=Dedicated Airevel, Shadow's Touch of Eylhaar, a Rakash=
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			<blockquote>aire ''(noun)'' — happiness; joy; serenity<br>
			velet ''(verb)'' — wish; desire; soul's yearning</blockquote>

	==Appearance==		==Appearance==
	'''Softskin'''<br>		'''Softskin'''<br>