The flickering flames caused the shadows to dance as if they had a mind all their own while they begun to rise up slowly towering over Kaythenia; the darkness engulfing the mage it slowly formed into a feminine figure adorned with a gold and black evening gown with a matching headdress and mask that covered her piercing crimson eyes. A smile curled around her luscious lips as she slid her dainty hands around her victim's neckline, holding out her hand the darkness swirled around her fingertips before forming an ornate dagger. Swiftly pulling the dagger close the mysterious woman held the razor's edge to Kaythenia's neck a seductive voice rang out.

"You should be worried about yourself girl. I almost had Sir. Raven here dead to rights until you had to go and spoil my fun. No matter you shall serve my purpose none the less."

With a swift motion she held the red headed girl close pressing the knife against her vital veins. "You may have vanquished the dragon but you were foolish to bring an alley into our little game. You know what happens to your comrades that get caught up in our little dance. Surrender unto me the golden power or her blood shall forever stain your hands, could you live with yourself after that lover? Knowing you let somebody who risked their life for you die because you were hoarding all that delicious power to yourself. You've already got that bloody sword, now share your toys." She said with a slight pout before licking her lips knowing she had backed her enemy into a corner.

When death by hellfire was imminent Raven raised his shield expecting to buckle under the pressure of the fierce flames; however when he peered over the melted metal he couldn't believe his eyes, the woman with the red mane was fending off the flames commanding the dragon's breath to part right down the center. This act of magical expertise left the swordsmen speechless as his jaw fell agape at the blazing spectacle, quickly snapping out of his amazement when the woman instructed him to make haste. He tossed his now useless shield aside as it had melted and deformed it's shape beyond any usable condition; after discarding his shield he forced himself to his feet backing away from the fire as he dashed towards the reptile's head. With the dragon's eye firmly fixated on the woman defying death Raven was free to get around to the monster's blind side that still had the arrow sticking from the socket.

Raven booted the arrow deeper into the Dragon's socket with a powerful kick before thrusting the glowing blade deep into the gaping wound, passing the socket and driving it deep into the brain. After hitting the monster's frontal lobe it let out a disorienting hiss followed by a painful gurgle as it's actions begun to cease entirely. Raven pulled his sword from the dragon's butchered brain shaking off the blood before returning it to it's ornate sheath. With the evil now vanquished the blade's heavenly glow dissipated as the swordsmen turned his eyes to the woman who had managed to fight the fire. He lowered his head out of respect and gave a formal bow as he spoke his tone harsh due to the injuries he had sustained. "You've my thanks. You're bravery is matched only by your mystical power, not many would leap into the maw of a fire breathing devil to lend aide to another. May I know the name of my rescuer? I am Sir. Raven but my comrades in arms like to call me Link." With his wounds again becoming too great Raven's footing grew weaker no longer able to hold his formal pose as he fell to one knee.

His white maned mare dashed to his side causing him to run a hand down her nose, patting it in a reassuring manner. "Woah....easy girl. I'm okay....you were wonderful. We'll have to find you the biggest carrot when we reach town."

Feeling the all too familiar sensation of being lifted to his feet by a comrade overcame Raven as his blurry sight adjusted on the the crimson locks of a young woman who was brave enough to lend aide to the fallen knight. "You've my gratitude, Miss." Grumbling at her retort about how many fingers he was holding up he answered back while coughing up blood. "I see you too tend to jest in times of crisis. It's a good coping tool." His head was pounding like a drum and his sides were aching no doubt due to the broken limbs he suffered when he was sent crashing through the tree. Pain overpowering his discipline momentarily he fell to one knee while gritting his teeth to muffle a scream of pain.

"Miss you must take your steed and make haste for the nearest town." He said as he placed a hand on her shoulder using it to pull himself up, he then steadied himself against a tree and begun a slow limp towards his trusty blade. "You needen't concern yourself with me." Was all he said as he held his side trying to prevent his damaged rib bones from scattering about his body. Finally reaching the Master Sword he rested his body upon it for the moment taking respite from his howling pain before he pulled the sword from the dirt grasping it firmly. The sword itself seemed to sing as the divine light only grew ever stronger. Sword in hand he staggered towards the wounded monster with a deadly look within his eyes; rumor had it that this warrior never talked when the truth behind it was he rarely talked in the midst of battle because he had no words that his sword couldn't convey.

Now face to face with the monster Sir. Raven glared into it's slitted eyes before raising his blade to deliver the final strike; fate however had other plans because the dragon spewed forth a stream of blazing hellfire that was threatening to roast the swordsmen alive. His icy blue eyes shooting wide open in surprise he quickly pulled his shielding holding it out in front of him to deflect the fire. While his shield protected him from an early death it was quickly started to melt under the intense heat emitted by the dragon; a few more moments and his defense would melt away leaving him vulnerable to the dragon's flames. He slowly pushed forward as if trying to walk through the fire and flames however the push back from the dragons breath was too great and it didn't seem like the torrent of flames was going to end before the shield gave out. Raven was well and truly stuck with the clock ticking on how long he could hold out; the flames almost seemed to dance as they bounced off the shield almost as if calling to Kaythenia.

A deafening roar shook the forest floor as the skies lit up with fire spewing forth from a winged demon cloaked in black scales. The terrible monster was soaring over the forest stopping only to torch the lush life below intent on burning all that dwelled below into cinders. The beast seemed to have it's sights set on a town over the horizon that it started to pursue after setting fire to the woods below. However naught all was lost as a brown steed with a pure white mane tore through the blazing scenery carrying a fearless man garbed in green with a flowing red cloak atop it. The stranger had bright blonde hair and icy blue eyes that were fixated on the dragon as his shimmering shield and sword clattered against his golden shoulder guard. 

His steed seemed unlike any other horse in all of Hyrule, normally timid creatures that scared easily however this horse dashed through flames and jumped over wreckage as if it was used to this kind of thing; with this how fearless the horse was it also spoke volumes of it's rider. Taking the reigns firmly within his hands he gave a harsh. "HEEEYAHHH" Whipping the four legged animal instructing it to gallop ever faster. The beast in the heavens above was unaware of the disgraced knight on it's tail thinking all below were now consumed be the flames. After dashing into the pyromancer's campsite he pulled back on the reigns rearing his steed as it stood on it's hind legs flailing it's front hoofs wildly before dropping back onto all fours. The mysterious warrior dismounted pulled a bow from his saddle bag and took aim at the heavens above closing one eye to allow better focus; now he was in a clearing he could finally take a shot at the beast he pulled back the bowstring and uttered a silent prayer to himself. "Goddesses by your grace may this arrow strike true." With that he released and the arrow was sent flying; It flew through the air before lodging itself within the reptile's eye causing it to howl out in pain. It fell from the skies like an angel from grace causing the wandering warrior to slowly walk past the red robed woman as he drew his sword heading towards the dragon's drop zone to finish the job.

Something about the blue hilted sword rang familiar as it let off a faint heavenly glow the closer it's wielder got to the evil lizard. Taking a firm grasp he hastened his pace before raising his hand to deliver the final blow; the dragon had other plans however as it lashed out like a wounded animal sending the men in green crashing through a tree causing him to drop his shimmering sword. Dizzy from the full force of a dragon's might the green warrior was dazed and unable to stand as he stumbled over himself desperately trying to evoke the discipline to get back on his feet and finish the job.     

Name: Kaythenia Maverick

Age: 24

Other Aliases: Kay

Gender: Female

Race: Hylian


Physical Description: Kaythenia stands at an average height of 5'5 with an hourglass figure, weighing in at about 120lbs. Her features are extremely typical of the Hylian race. Almond shaped, deep blue eyes. Classical face with high sculpted cheekbones and porcelain fair skin. Her hair is fiery red and worn to the nape of the neck in choppy layers, framing her face and keeping it out of her eyes whilst she travels for the obvious practical reasons.





Her clothes consist of a crimson over-shirt in heavy cotton, trimmed in black and white, the neckline sitting just over the bust line, swallow-tailed sleeves that split from wrist to elbow for freedom of movement and drawn in at the waist by an underbust corset in soft, brown leather, tooled with an intricate pattern. More practical than it appears, it’s loose enough laced to allow for freedom of movement and to hide her purse from thieves. The back of her crimson shirt is long in a similar style to a gentleman’s tail coat, splitting at the back and ending at calf length. A belt around her hips that holds the sheaths for her daggers, this is mostly for show and to put off thieves. Mid-thigh shorts in dark brown soft leather, extremely well worn and supple. Kaythenia also wears a pair of deeper brown leather fingerless gloves, strapped across the wrists to prevent them from slipping, partially to protect her hands while handling weapons and fighting and for other more personal reasons…Last of all her boots are made of sturdy leather and without a heel for ease of travel which lace up at the front.


Personality:

Kaythenia is generally good natured and open minded although no one really seems to know who she really is. She has much experience at keeping any companions at arm’s length without seeming unfriendly. She is perhaps slightly volatile when it comes to her temper when pushed past her limits Preferring the company of only a few and becomes introverted if overwhelmed by unfamiliar faces. Perhaps a slight contradiction to her choice in profession although like most in her line of work she can put on a mask for convenience sake. Although those that know her well, consider her power to have huge potential... Kaythenia has serious issues controlling and limiting that power, and the results are usually explosive. Generally her talents are more of a help than a hindrance to anyone. Kaythenia keeps her past to herself and will go out of her way to avoid discussing it...she's more likely turn the question on you. She isn’t an idiot by any stretch of the word and has a very sharp, quick mind. Excelling in problem solving, the ability to think on her feet and if necessary…to lie through her teeth. Often classed by many as having ‘an old head on young shoulders’. Despite all her faults expect much from her. But behind Kaythenia’s smile she hides a dark secret and the only thing she has yet to face is herself


Family: Calhoun Byne (Father-Estranged.)

Eayeth Maverick (Presumed Deceased.)


Magical Talents:

Fire Magic: As a descendant of the Sorceress Evalle, her blood runs in Kaythenia's veins and imbues her with power over Fire. There are many creative uses for it, both offensive, defensive and more obscure methods such as scrying.


Weapons and Talents:

Weapons: Twin Daggers- Although these weapons are mostly carried for show, Kaythenia isn’t without skill although she is somewhat limited, she is gradually working on this as her magic is not the most dependable method to rely on.


Barding: Growing up in a Gypsy community has given her a range of Bard skills, she’s a creative story-teller, has a pleasant singing voice, can read palms and tarot.


Strengths and Weaknesses:


Quick Thinker: Kaythenia is known for her ability to think on her feet, it’s what has kept her out of the wrong hands for so long. This ranges from being able to lie through her teeth in a way that would make con-men green with envy, to her somewhat individual problem solving. She has a mind for puzzles and is good at keeping her head in a bad situation.


Control: Kaythenia's control over her powers can be somewhat inconsistent, some spells cause more damage than they save. She has before been questioned about her problem and to give other players an idea I'm inserting an excerpt from a previous roleplay she was part of.


Kaythenia had the grace to look embaressed at her mishap and she glanced evasively off to the side, fiddling with her supple leather of her gloves. There was a few moments of tense silence before the Magess realised she was going to need to explain her lack of control. Not something she relished talking about but in this situation it was apparently a necessity. Joy.

"Well, no. Not exactly. You see there's very few remaining specialists to learn the arts from and other I found that other resources are scarce. You might think after the practice I've had that, I might have more control over my powers but it isn't the case sadly. To make it worse I can be somewhat...accident prone."

As she glanced over and noted the expressions on the face of her companions, she held both hands up as if to say 'Let me finish'. "It's not that I couldn't deal with an enemy if confronted, it's just I could end up botching the casting in some way and blowing up several things in the process. So if I ever shout 'Duck' it's generally an intelligent plan to listen to me.

Braigh: The Braigh, is a silver chain carried by those hunting her. It's links are bright, shining silver and upon close inspection are engraved with runes. The same runes that were used to strip Evalle of her power all those years ago. Upon contact with Kaythenia's skin, it burns. If she tries to use her magic with it in contact, she experiences severe head and eye pain and nausea.

History:

Kaythenia’s story begins in a tiny Hamlet on the outskirts of Hyrule, she was born in the summer. With the assistance of the local midwife helping her Mother along. They had asked no questions as to why Eayeth had come to live amongst them, her belly already rounded with child and no husband of which to speak of. After a long, hard night, the midwife handed Eayeth her squalling baby girl. Eayeth carried on her healing, creating poultices and tinctures from her home, the local women would come to her regularly. All were of course curious about the identity of the missing father, but no one saw fit to ask outright. After a while, they just blended into the scenery of the Hamlet. Kaythenia started to walk and play with the local children. Life was quiet and unassuming and continued so for 6 years. Eayeth made sure she started educating her daughter, teaching her to read, write, about history, geography and even Hyrule’s legends. When she saw her daughter light a candle without matches or a flint in sight…that was when Eayeth felt her heart sink. She has hoped that this wouldn’t happen, that her Kaythenia would not ever be subjected to Magic. For a time she tried to ignore it. She kept it quiet, until a Gypsy Caravan rolled into the Hamlet.

Calhoun Bryne and his troupe had made a stop at the Hamlet to make some money, selling wares, charms, fortune and storytelling. They didn’t plan to stay long, this was just a convenient stop on the way. When Calhoun spotted Eayeth.


“Eayeth!” He called out, hoping this wasn’t just a woman who bore resemblance to her. When she turned her gaze upon him, he realised it was indeed her. Eayeth tensed, she hadn’t expected to see Calhoun again, not since their passionate coupling which had produced her Daughter. He leapt down from the wagon and strode over, drawing her close in for an embrace. Hardly noticing that she did not make an effort to return it “Eayeth!”

“It’s been years! I thought you had vanished off the face of Hyrule.”

“Hardly…I just needed a change, somewhere quiet.” She shrugged, trying to keep the exchange as casual as possible. Although that was soon broken when Susanna started calling her name.

“Eayeth! I was starting to wonder where you had vanished off to.” Kaythenia followed behind the woman and her face lit up at the sight of her Mother. The little girl ran to her Mother’s side and threw her arms around her.

“Thank you for watching Kaythenia, Susanna. I was checking up on, Leesha, she’ll have a fine, healthy babe in a few months.” Eayeth smiled at the older woman.

“Good to hear, must be getting on! The washing won’t do itself!”

As Susanna left, Calhoun looked down at the little girl next to Eayeth. She regarded him with curiosity. There was something about the way she cocked her head as she examined him. He crouched down to her level.

“Is that your name? Kaythenia?”

The little girl nodded and Calhoun got a chance to study her face, she looked like Eayeth, except for the eyes. Deep blue instead of Eayeth’s brown. Eayeth saw Calhoun studying her daughter. “She’s nothing to do with you.”

Calhoun stood up and faced Eayeth again. “You never could lie worth a damn, your nose wrinkles.” He crossed his arms loosely over his chest and stared her down. It would explain why after just one night together, Eayeth vanished.


Calhoun made a point after that of being a regular visitor, despite Eayeth’s reaction. She always seemed to be on the watch for something although exactly what, was something he could never prise out of her. But he was interested in knowing his Daughter. Over the next several years Calhoun brought his Caravan back to the Hamlet to spend time with her. Eayeth had conceded that Kaythenia was his Daughter as much as hers. This went on for a number of years until Eayeth came to Calhoun and requested something unexpected.


"When you leave…I need you to take her with you.”


At long last, she explained the mystery behind her vanishing all those years ago. The truth that every Heir to Evalle’s blood has carried. That they are being hunted down and having any power they possess ripped from them. That Kaythenia had growing talents and that would soon bring the Hunters down upon them. Calhoun agreed but broke one promise to Eayeth, he did not tell his Daughter the truth about why she would be leaving.


Kaythenia spent much of her life on the road with the caravan, never questioning why she had to leave the Hamlet. She grew up being taught how to read palms and tarot cards, bard, tell stories and entertain. As well as keeping up with the education that her Mother started, Kaythenia was like a sponge with a love of books and learning. Due to trying to keep her abilities a secret, no tutor could be approached so all she learned about her powers was from books. What little they could come by, resources were scarce. Aside from this her life remained unassuming, all the years with the caravan gave her an excellent sense of direction and understanding of the local villages, towns and all their individualities. Until a few weeks after her nineteenth birthday, her world was turned upside down.


A group of men, hooded and on horseback, surrounded the Caravan. All armed and holding silver chains with a noose. There was general panic, they didn’t seem to care who they struck down. It was obvious that they were looking for someone, in her terror that they were harming the only family she had really known. Kaythenia damned the consequences and summoned fire, she caught two by surprise who had been circling another girl about her age. Flames and screaming only adding to the general chaos, one of them whipped by and threw out the chain, catching her around the wrists, yanking the noose tight. Kaythenia had never known pain like it, it was like it was burning her, searing her skin. And worse, when she tried to reach her powers, her knees buckled, a wave of strong nausea and splitting pain behind her eyes the only reply.


An arrow from somewhere overhead landed it’s mark, right in the throat of the hooded man. He dropped the chain but when she tried to remove it, it pained her again. The person responsible for the arrow was her Father, who removed the chain for her. The skin around her wrists was puckered and blistered, like she had come into contact with a red hot iron from the blacksmith. With three of their number dead, the hooded men retreated, but it was no victory.


‘Kaythenia sat by the remains of the fire, staring blankly, there were blankets nearby over bodies, some of them small ones. Her throat closed and she fought the urge to heave. Calhoun knelt before his shell shocked daughter, taking her wrists carefully to assess the damage.


“What did they want? What was achieved by that?” She choked out. “If they wanted money, why didn’t they just take it?”


It was a pointless question really, they didn’t want money and deep down. She knew it.

Calhoun sighed deeply and embraced his daughter. “It’ll be alright, we’ll protect you. They won’t get to you.”

“Wait, you knew?! “ Kaythenia struggled out of the embrace and looked her Father in the eyes, willing him to say that he knew nothing of these people .

But that was not the case.


“Your Mother told me about them, before we left her. She wanted you moving, she wanted you safe.”


He told her, every word that Eayeth had told him before he had left. That she was one of the only members left of Evalle’s bloodline. A powerful Sorceress who had, according to history. Been a traitor to Hyrule and was executed, but her children survived. Gradually being hunted down and put to death for a crime they did not commit. As this all sank in, Kaythenia realised one thing. Glancing back at the blanket covered bodies, she couldn’t stay here, not for another instant. Not for more people to die on her account. The survivors tried to stop her, her Father tried to stop her. Tried to chase her down, but lost her, just as she intended.