Kiashandra

Kiashandra
Status
Race	Elothean
Gender	Female
Guild	Warrior Mage
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Starrfire, Jezerey

Appearance

Maven of Fire Kiashandra, Death Dealer, an Elothean.
Kia has a generous mouth and striking, tilted almond-shaped eyes in a deep, shimmering violet, their color carrying an almost otherworldly intensity. A dusting of freckles crosses the bridge of her nose, adding a touch of softness to her otherwise fierce presence.
Her golden hair, streaked with fiery red-gold, cascades in long, fine strands, though she keeps it elegantly restrained in a simple pulled-back style. A trio of goldenglow glaes chains secures the arrangement, each delicate link suspending lustrous celestial riftstone charms that catch the light like captured stardust.
Her tanned skin bears the marks of both sun and strength, but it is the striking fire-roses—vivid scarlet blooms glowing like embers banked against the wind—that set her apart, scattered across her lissome frame like a whisper of flame.
Tall for an Elothean, she moves with effortless grace, her presence both commanding and enigmatic. Tiny murder crows, exquisitely carved from shadowy seordstones, drift lazily around her neck, their dark forms shifting in an eerie, weightless dance.
She is middle-aged, though time has only deepened the quiet power she carries. Upon her right hip, a tattoo of a massive sea turtle clutches a crescent moon in its jaws—a silent, enduring symbol of mystery, strength, and the tides of fate.

She is clad in snug scarlet leather leggings, cinched at the waist with a flowing gypsy scarf, their rich hue a striking contrast to the black knee-high combat boots embossed with shimmering golden panthers. A shimmering gold firesilk blouse drapes elegantly over her frame, its delicate fabric catching the light, while cascading chains of fire whirl rubies gleam like captured embers. A firestorm velvet mantle, fastened with scarlet glaes clasps, adds an air of regal intensity. At her hips, a jangling golden chain adorned with tiny, violet-eyed golden panthers sways with every movement, echoing the fierce elegance of the dangling golden panther earrings she wears—each feline figure clutching a witch ball between its paws, as if guarding the magic within.

Facts:

• Birthdate: Kia was born on the 23rd day of the 2nd month of Ka'len the Sea Drake, in the year of the Golden Panther - 317 years after the legendary victory of Lanival the Redeemer. Her birth was marked by rolling tides and a sky streaked with gold, an omen, perhaps, of the fate that would shape her destiny. Kiashandra remembers nothing of her childhood, whether she was abandoned or her mind erased something too painful to bear. Yet one detail remains: her birth on the 23rd day of the 2nd month of Ka'len the Sea Drake, in the year of the Golden Panther, 317 years after Lanival's victory. How she knows this is a mystery, like a whisper from a forgotten past. The rolling tides and gold-streaked sky that marked her arrival may yet hold the key to her lost fate.
  
  
• Familiar: Ever at her side is Khepri, the enigmatic golden panther, more than just a familiar, she is a guardian, a shadow in battle, and a silent force of nature. Whether prowling ahead or resting at Kia’s feet, her presence is a constant, unwavering bond of strength and loyalty.
  
  
• Ogres: Kia harbors an unquenchable hatred for ogres, a rage carved into her soul by years of torment at their monstrous hands. As a young Warrior Mage, she fell to them more times than she can count, each death searing her resolve. Now, she hunts them with relentless fury, going out of her way to eradicate the vile creatures wherever they lurk. To Kia, there is no such thing as an innocent ogre....only a threat waiting to be cut down.
  
  
• Quote: "They came to watch me burn, but didn't know I had become the inferno", reflects Kia's defiance and strength. It speaks to those who once sought her downfall, believing she would be consumed by her past or struggles. What they didn’t realize was that, instead of breaking her, she became the very fire they feared...untamable and unstoppable.
  

Memberships & Pursuits

449 - present. Member of the Order of the Iron Circle The Order of the Iron Circle, based in Ratha (Qi'Reshalia), is dedicated to promoting balance and fellowship in Elanthia. Its members aim to revive the ancient kinship with the Thirteen Immortals and foster unity across races and guilds. Founded by warriors seeking peace and solidarity, the Order is committed to vigilance and mentorship, using the teachings of their ancestors to guide future generations. The group's symbol, an iron armlet, reminds members of their eternal fellowship. Occasional contributor to Berries & Ink, an Elanthian arts and literary journal that showcases the creative talents of the realm. Each issue brims with inspired writing and artwork, delivered monthly for a limited ten-month run.

Familiar:

Fir Familiar Quest

As a young Warrior Mage, Kia embarked on a sacred quest to summon a fir familiar, an essential rite of passage. She expected to call forth a creature of the ordinary sort, but fate had other plans. To her astonishment, she summoned a golden panther — an extraordinary rarity, shimmering like sunlight on burnished metal. Khepri is a vision of raw power and elegance. Her sleek, golden fur is adorned with subtle rosette markings, a near tone-on-tone pattern that catches the light in mesmerizing ways. Beneath her languid, fluid movements lies a strength both formidable and precise. Her piercing violet eyes gleam with intelligence, betraying a mind as sharp as her claws. Fiercely loyal and ever watchful, Khepri stands as an unyielding guardian over Kia and the small but spirited Bastet. She is more than a companion—she is a sentinel, a protector, and a force to be reckoned with, standing unwavering at Kia’s side in battle and beyond. When the moonlight filters through the trees, Khepri moves like a living shadow, her golden coat catching silver streaks as she prowls the canopy. Though fierce in battle, in the quiet of the night, she is a creature of deep affection—resting her great head against Kia’s side, a silent promise of unwavering devotion. At times, Kia swears she can hear the soft hum of ancient magic in Khepri’s purr, a bond between them older than memory itself.

History

Kia's past is shrouded in mystery. Stricken with amnesia, she has no recollection of her childhood—whether she was abandoned by her family or if something so devastating occurred that her mind erased it entirely. The truth remains a void she cannot fill. The questions linger, unanswered, as Kia searches for the missing pieces of her story, each attempt to uncover the truth only deepening the mystery. There are whispers, perhaps from her dreams or fragments of forgotten moments, but they remain elusive. Those who have crossed her path sometimes speak of a deep sorrow in her eyes, as if the weight of her past presses heavily on her spirit. Yet, no one knows the true nature of her loss, and Kia herself is left to carry this heavy silence, hoping for answers that may never come. Solitude was once Kia’s constant companion. For years, she wandered the wilderness, honing her survival skills through relentless training, hunting prey through dense forests, and navigating the untamed backwoods alone. The stillness of the wild was her refuge, the only company she needed. The only warmth in her isolated existence came from her feline companions—Bastet, a spirited kitten, and Khepri, her silent, watchful golden panther familiar. The solitude she once sought has transformed into a shared strength, and she now stands with those who walk beside her. On the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden, in the year of the Amber Phoenix, 423, Kia's fate took an unexpected turn. She was welcomed into a new kind of family, adopted as a little sister to Starrfire, marking a pivotal moment in her journey—one that would shape her future in ways she never anticipated.

Home

After tirelessly searching, Kia at last discovered the perfect treehouse — a hidden sanctuary nestled high among the branches. Its sturdy limbs and serene surroundings make it an ideal refuge, and Khepri, ever watchful, spends most of her time lounging lazily in its canopy, surveying their domain from above. Her home is in a massive banyan tree whose thick, twisting branches spread outward and downward, sending graceful aerial roots to the forest floor below. These roots form living pillars, creating a vast, interconnected network beneath the canopy. The tree’s crown stretches wide in every direction, dense with glossy green leaves that shimmer softly when touched by sunlight, casting dappled light through the tranquil air. A tree-lined path winds gently toward the sea, where the rhythmic hush of waves mingles with the faint scent of salt and wildflowers. The air carries whispers of the ocean, soft and constant, broken only by distant echoes from the Crossing Docks. Along the path, hanging gaethzen globes cast an amber glow, their light dancing across dew-drenched leaves. To the north, an old-growth forest rises in quiet strength, its branches heavy with mist. To the south, the moonlight spills over the cliffs, where the sea crashes below in silver splendor. Between them, the land feels alive, ivy curls around ancient stones, and the scent of night-blooming blossoms drifts through the still air, as if the world itself were dreaming.

Home Interior

Nestled high within the ancient boughs of a colossal weeping willow tree, this is a sanctuary of shadow and flame, where arcane energies hum beneath the surface of every carved beam. The walls, formed from the living heartwood itself, are dark as midnight, their polished surfaces inlaid with silver filigree that gleams like captured starlight. A great hearth dominates one side of the room, its wrought-iron frame entwined with serpentine runes that flicker in time with the crackling fire within. Above it, a circular mirror of obsidian reflects more than mere light, distorting the view with whispers of distant storms. The scent of charred sandalwood and aged spell components lingers in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of raw magic. To the east, a vast arched window, half-shrouded in tattered black silk, offers a breathtaking view of the distant mountains, their peaks wreathed in mist and the call of unseen creatures carried on the wind. Beneath it, a low, shadow-hued bed is strewn with pelts and dark linens, a resting place for one accustomed to sleepless nights of study and battle. Plush chairs of blood-red velvet rest in the corners, their clawed feet digging into the flamewood floorboards, and a low table holds a collection of glass vials filled with ember-glowing liquid. A great woven rug, its patterns shifting like smoke, covers much of the floor, and at its heart sits a young wolf pup, its keen eyes reflecting the fire’s glow. Above, the ceiling fades into the twisting canopy of the tree itself, where luminous fungi pulse with an eerie azure light, casting shifting patterns of shadow across the room. Though the space is undeniably a warrior-mage’s retreat, the very walls seem alive with an ancient presence, as if the tree itself is watching, waiting, and perhaps… listening.

Relatives

Kiashandra was adopted by Starrfire as her little sister. Kia first met Starrfire in the training grounds of the old warrior mage guild, their paths crossing in the midst of morning drills. Kiashandra was focused on perfecting a defensive stance when a sudden, searing ball of flame shot past her, way too close for comfort. "Sorry about that," came a voice from across the courtyard. A girl with wild honey-streaked platinum hair jogged over, offering a sheepish grin. "Still working on control." Kiashandra eyed the scorch mark in the dirt beside her. "Clearly." Rather than irritation, there was a spark of amusement in her tone, and Starrfire caught it. "You’re quick on your feet, at least," she said, tilting her head. "Want to train together?" Kiashandra hesitated, then nodded. What started as a simple sparring partnership soon became something more—late-night study sessions and an unshakable camaraderie built on mutual respect. By the time their training was complete, they were more than just allies in the wilds—they were sisters.

Friendships

Kiashandra has been fortunate to cross paths with incredible friends - Felicini, Shaylynne, and fellow fire mage Merilwen. Each has been a vital part of her journey, offering companionship, wisdom, and unwavering support. Together, they have faced challenges, lifted each other up, and shared in victories both big and small. Felicini keeps Kiashandra grounded with her sharp wit and no-nonsense attitude. She’s one of the few who can challenge Kiashandra without sparking a fight, offering quiet but unwavering support. In a world of chaos and uncertainty, Felicini is a constant, and Kiashandra wouldn’t trade that for anything. Shaylynne fuels Kiashandra’s adventurous side, always pushing boundaries and finding trouble. Their bond is built on laughter and, of course, their mutual (and entirely reasonable) appreciation for the legendary warrior Henry of Cavill. Should the immortals ever drop him into their realm, there would be an immediate, dramatic standoff—cloaks billowing, magic crackling, and plenty of laughter between two dear friends who both know they’d never actually fight…but will absolutely keep playfully debating it until the end of time. As fellow fire mages, Merilwen and Kiashandra share a rare understanding of their craft. Their bond is built on mutual respect, shared experiences, and an unspoken camaraderie that only those who wield fire can truly grasp.