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( PLAYER INFORMATION )
- ★ NAME: Alma
- ★ AGE: 33
- ★ TIMEZONE: PST (Pacific Standard Time)
- ★ CONTACT: almalthia80@ gmail
- ★ CURRENT CHARACTERS & LATEST AC: NA

( CHARACTER INFORMATION )
- ★ NAME: Zhaneel
- ★ AGE: None given in canon: around 5-6 (18 approx in human years) - Full grown adult female of breeding age
- ★ CANON & CANON POINT: The Mage Wars Trilogy - middle of book one, The Black Gryphon, during her obstacle course run
- ★ CANON INFORMATION: The Black Gryphon wiki

- ★ PERSONALITY:
Years of emotional abuse has taken it's toll on the young gryphon, Zhaneel. Losing both parents at a very young age, her care was entrusted to the Trondi-irn (non-human healer) of the Sixth Wing. Most unfortunately for the gryphlet, Winterheart (said Trondi'irn), was amongst many that believed gryphons to be no more than unintelligent beasts not worth her time and certainly worth no more concern than she would show an injured war-horse. Had some care been shown, it is likely Zhaneel would not be half the emotional wreck that she is.

Zhaneel believes herself misborn and an improper gryphon, this due to constantly hearing such throughout her fledgling stage. She is shaped differently from her Wing mates, and unfortunately different means bad. She is taunted and teased so much and made to think so lowly of herself during these first few years, that she believes her parents deliberately flew themselves into the path of death to escape their embarrassment and humiliation over having given birth to a cull. These taunts and vicious words become reality to Zhaneel until she herself believes that she is clearly misborn because she does not look they way they believe she should.

A head too big and wings too long and thin, ear tufts that are barely visible even when at their most erect. Who could love such an ugly, misborn creature?

So becomes her mantra, pushing her to the point of suicide right under the nose of those that should be most attentive to her well-being and self-esteem.

She takes patrols that are meant to teach fledglings basic flight and procedure; a demoralizing and demeaning set of patrols that would only be assigned to a gryphon her age if they were being punished. Still, she believes herself worth no better a patrol Circuit and takes advantage of the several hour long flights to allow even a brief respite from the taunts that always greet her upon her return.

She believes, literally, after having been so abysmally brow-beaten, that the army would be better off without her and wishes desperately to be worth something. When she attacks the makaar, she goes in with the hope that she will die and in that death, finally mean something; finally prove herself worthwhile in some aspect to those that have never seen worth in her.

It's amazing to her, then, that she succeeds in taking out not one of the misshapen gryphons, but all three that she moved in against. She had expected the move to lead to her death, but instead she survives and finds herself receiving praise and a prize token from Urtho himself. She is flabbergasted, not knowing what to make heads or tails of, finally going because she is told that the kestra'chern can bring her pleasure and make her feel well.

She wants nothing more than to feel acceptance and love, so the notion that she can receive this from someone, even if paying with her prize token, is acceptable to her. Amberdrake's refusal of her confused advance leads her back into a loop of self-loathing and self-deprecation. Not even he, someone that lives to heal and make gryphons lovely, sees her as anything more than ugly and misshapen. When 'Drake begins to show her that her differences are an advancement and not a hindrance, she does not believe him at first.

However, when asked if Urtho would deliberately make her anything less than perfect, her denial is absolute and instantaneous. Their Father would never create something less than perfect in his eyes, something that his children believe to the very core of their being. This point, though, had never been brought up to the heart-sick gryfalcon before. She begins to look at her differences in a whole new way, taking a certain degree of pride in that she can fly Circuits faster and higher than any others in the Wing; even if those Circuits are just for fledglings.

Zhaneel begins to think, to hope, that there is a very deliberate reason that she looks the way she looks.

What is Zhaneel?: A desire to not only survive, but to excel. When Amberdrake reads Zhaneels emotions and finds her suicidal, he also notes in her a desire to be recognized and to make her death count for something. It's not that she wants to make an impression on those around her (though she does seek to impress the attractive Skan), but that she wishes to prove she's better than she is thought of.

No matter that she's been beaten down emotional for years, Zhaneel still has an inner fire burning within her; a will to not simply live, but to thrive. She wants to do well and prove that she can do anything and everything thrown at her. And though she does not believe herself worthy of praise when completing a task, it's her own personal victory that she did succeed. She wants to see gryphons given the respect they are do and to see them treated as the sentient and brave creatures that they are.

She sets out to make her obstacle course to prove her worth to others (and herself), that she was made different because she is special, not because she was a mistake or a cull. Though it was Amberdrake that instilled these thoughts in her originally, it is she that is ingenious enough to design the course; a course that only she is able to maneuver without injuring herself. Her self-worth begins to improve drastically, though she finds praise difficult and embarrassing to take. She is not accustomed to being recognized in any fashion, let alone by those of rank.

Zhaneel believes that the gryphons should be treated as any other participant in Urtho's forces and, as she gains her courage, takes it upon herself to voice these opinion when confronted. The lioness part of Zhaneel is made apparent and she fights for her beliefs, showing a backbone that none had believed her capable of.

Though wary of meeting new people, when she befriends you there could be no less loyal a companion or friend. She is a fiercesome creature, willing to fight to the death in defense of hearth, home, and those she loves or calls friend. If she sets herself on a mission or cause, she will see it done; one way or another. She will never stand by and watch a bully in action, having had to take this for years herself. She will step in to the defense of the underdog and take them (possibly literally) under her wing. She cannot stomach senseless violence, or people that cannot see worth in things around them (be those things people, creatures, plants, etc).

She is not one to carry a grudge against someone that has admitted their fault in something, but she damn well will remember it. Let it happen again and consequences might prove a little heavier than you anticipated.

Every day is a new day of emotional growth for the gryphoness, though some days are harder than others. She pushes with the notion that she was made the way she is because she is special and so much more is expected of her. She lives each day to prove this to herself and those that helped get her to this point in her life. She is grateful to those that have helped her see herself as beautiful and the thought of letting them down is unacceptable to her. She can only hope to repay them for all that they have done for her, even if most of the work has been her own.

- ★ COURT ALLIANCE:
Though Zhaneel is rather innovative and breaks from the expectations of both her peers and her commanders when designing her obstacle course, she does it with the intent not of making herself look good to her peers, but of proving to herself that she can succeed in these challenges and make something of herself that her friends can depend on. She herself is a guardian and warrior in her army and in her own world, that army is fighting against a Mage that wants to overthrow good and allow darkness and evil to spread throughout the land. Ma'ar (said Mage), wants nothing more than to expand his powers of influence and put the land under his rule, whatever the cost. Zhaneel herself has been belittled and picked on her entire life, but she believes in her species and defends their right to be treated as the intelligent beings that they are. She believes in defending and protecting the weak and needy and will put herself at personal risk to do so.

She would die before betraying a friend or a sworn oath.

She believes in the power of 'good' and serves Urtho as best she can in his own fight against 'evil.' Even though we struggles to believe in herself, she would have seen herself dead while taking out warped creatures of black magic to both prove herself and to protect that which she believes in.

While she has not known love before, she believes it exists ... she hopes it exists.

She believes in truth and knowledge, believing that secrets that affect her species should be known to them. She believes that in knowledge is power.


**OOC :: In the end, I will happily accept whichever Court the mods choose! **


- ★ ABILITIES:
} Raptor Vision - Her eyesight is like that of a hawk's: her sight is many, many times sharper than a humans.
} Human-like forefeet - She can do pretty much anything a human can with their own hands, save it's with taloned feet so she has to be a bit careful.
} Crossbow - Self taught and talented with the use of a crossbow due to her human-like forefeet.
} Basic healing - Can wrap and otherwise treat general level wounds/injuries
} Fast/Agile flight - Gryphons as a whole can out pace all species save for the Cold Drake. Zhaneel is better than all those of her generation due to being the first of her sub-species, the gryfalcon. She can fly a circuit 1/3 faster than any others in the Wing
} Mind-speech - allows those who possess it (and the companion Gift of Thought-sensing) to send words and images to each other silently and across long distances.
} Magical Immunity - natural ability due to gryphons of this world being 'created' creatures
} Magic channeling - natural ability to channel magic, or have magic channeled, through or from themselves (much like a focus stone). This is due to gryphons being magical constructs at their creation, and not of natural birth. ((It was not until years past their creation that they are able to breed on their own.))

Weaknesses:
Though she is beginning to find a place for herself and come into her own, Zhaneel is still very prone to bouts of self-doubt and self-deprecation. The opinion of others has been hammered into her since her birth, and so she sought it for many, many years. It's a habit hard lost and she still finds herself caring about the opinion of others far more than she should; she worries about such too much, in truth, but can't help herself.

She was bullied physically and emotionally for years, so she also has a tendency to shrink back from altercations, though this was beginning to improve after her public dressing down of Winterheart.

She fears failing, and will run herself to the ground to see a task done and done as well as she believes it should be. A failure will result in her withdrawing and closing off to those around her.

- ★ INVENTORY:
Neck pouch for carrying items, inside a gold reward chit. Crossbow w/ bolts and war-claws.

( SAMPLES )
- ★ NETWORK SAMPLE:
[[AUDIO - Open to both courts because she doesn't know better]]
[Zhaneel has spent the last day getting settled in. Having stayed pretty much entirely to herself, she made a point of scouting the area with a few low height flights.

However, as used to lone flights as the gryphon had been over the past few years, this land is entirely unknown to her and she is wary. So, to her locket she goes.

It takes a bit of manipulation, pushing and twisting, to figure it out, but in the end she perseveres.

Her voice is soft, some might say shy, and if she seems a bit uncertain of herself, it would be because she is to a certain extent. She had barely gotten used to having her own voice and being taken seriously before ending up here. Please excuse the hissing and trilling, as both are brought on by her nervousness.]

Ahh .. heyla .. My name isss Zhaneel and I am amongsssst thosse of usss newly arrived.

[A beat of silence and then..]

Do any of you fly? I am .. well .. I am accusssstomed to ssscouting on my own and making lone flightsss, but thisss place iss muchly unknown and I would rrratherr ssscout in the company of another or even sssseverral.

If not .. I am ssssorrry to be a botherrr of any kind.

[A bit of fumbling and the feed cuts off.]

- ★ LOG SAMPLE:
The smells were one of the first things that alerted the gryphoness that something drastic had changed. The smells and the way the sun sat in the sky, its light cutting through the thick foliage of trees that shouldn't have been there. Slowly Zhaneel comes around, inner lids sweeping across her yellow eyes several times as she lifts her head from the leaf covered ground. She shakes her head several times, remembering only the intense feeling of free-fall, although she had been on the ground at the time the Gate engaged.

However, as her gaze settles on the area around her, she becomes astutely aware that she is not where she believes herself to be. This is no place she remembers scouting, even taking into effect the wild magic of the surrounding Pelagirs or how the land might have changed due to those magics. She could not recall a single area with such a canopy of trees, nor the lingering sense of being watched that was already crawling down her spine.

Fur and feather both begin to bristle as she sweeps the area with a sharp glance, moving to reclaim her footing. She shakes herself out, grimacing as her crossbow shifts and settles uncomfortably between her wingblades, but she makes no move to remove it. Uncomfortable or not, it could mean the difference between life and death; that and her war-claws.

It's only after a moment, that lingering feeling of eyes still remaining on her, that she realizes that she is frightfully alone. She feels her chest constrict, fear beginning to coil tightly in her stomach.

The last thing the gryphon could remember was the Gate being held open by Vikteren to give Skan a chance to make it through. However, she could not recall if he had successfully made it or not before the magic went bad and sent her here .. wherever here was.