El'aned Se'ya
ALIASES
Naleder, Dog of Sy'ettaAGE
26GENDER
MaleSEXUALITY
HeterosexualSPECIES
TieflingORIGIN
Northern Seas of the Infinite WildsOCCUPATION
Aspiring Blacksmith, Ex-PirateROLE
Thiefmore information +
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the self
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ALIGNMENT:
Chaotic NeutralLOVES:
Forging, The Open SeaHATES:
Cold-Blooded Murder, Arrogance, Fire, DishonestyGOALS:
Master the Blacksmith Trade, Explore the worldFEARS:
Failure to honor his mother's memory, Being forgotten, Losing loved ones ⠀
the body
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HEIGHT:
5'08"HAIR COLOR / STYLE:
Jet Black with hints of an Auburn tint, braided adorned with gold jewelry within the braidsEYES:
CyanSKIN TONE:
Brown-MaroonPHYSIQUE:
Athlectic, Well tonedAPPARENT AGE:
26VOICE:
Bold but Gentle, Can be heard over the roaring waves but can also soothe a childMODIFICATIONS //
6 ear piercings, Both arms are Tattooed with a depiction of a Goddess on his left and a Siren on his right.SCARS / MARKINGS //
On his left eye, he has a large slash from his eyebrow to his cheek, his torso front and back are adorned with slash marks from swords and healed puncture wounds from projectiles⠀
the power
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Seven years on the high seas amongst a Pirate crew, has taught him both hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting (Swashbuckling). He favors dual wielding over the preferred 1 handed stance by the crew of the Wailing Siren.
ABILITIES //
Navigation, Thievery, SmithingGEAR //
a pair of worn blades with an engraving of the Wailing Siren on its hilt⠀
the story
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El'aned Se'ya was born under the heavy clang of hammers on iron, his mother's forge a constant symphony in the small seaside village of Seneca. As a single mother, she poured her love into her craft and her son, teaching him to see the beauty in creation, the way fire could bend stubborn steel, and the way strength came from patience and precision. El'aned grew up in the glow of the forge, his hands growing calloused from holding tongs and shaping tools long before most boys his age could hold a sword.
Life, however, is rarely kind to those who expect it to remain steady, often bringing great storms after the calmest waves. When El'aned was only fifteen, his village was reduced to ashes by a band of ruthless raiders. The smell of smoke, the screams of neighbors, and the sight of his mother's bloodied hands as she shoved him into the shadows of the unlit forge. She hid him there, whispering a final promise: "You must live, my little flame. You must burn brighter than they ever could." He waited in suffocating silence as the world outside burned. When the fires died and the chaos subsided, he emerged into a lifeless ruin.
For days, El'aned wandered the charred remains of his village, clutching the jewelry his mother used to adorn her horns, delicate pieces she'd crafted from scraps of metal. It was his only tether to her. He might've perished there if not for the unexpected arrival of the pirate crew aboard the Wailing Siren. They found him, a scared, soot-covered boy, and took him in.
The crew gave him a new name: Naleder, a combination of the old tongue word for "ember" and "sea," a nod to his resilience and the fire they saw in his spirit. To them, the name represented his rebirth as one of their own. The Wailing Siren's captain, Sy'etta, took a special interest in him. A woman of formidable presence and a past shrouded in mystery, she claimed lineage from an infamous general of her homeland, whose name still carried weight in whispered pirate shanties. Like the legendary general, Sy'etta was both a warrior and a strategist, her commanding aura earning the loyalty of a fiercely devoted crew.
Sy'etta saw potential in the boy and took him under her wing, teaching him not just how to survive but how to thrive. Under her guidance, Naleder quickly grew into an integral member of the crew. His resourcefulness, honed in his mother's forge, proved invaluable on the seas, where tools and weapons often had to be repaired or crafted from meager supplies. His dual-wielding style, perfected during countless skirmishes, earned him the respect of even the most hardened sailors.
Sy'etta treated him like the son she never had, and Naleder, in turn, looked up to her as a mother figure. This bond earned him a nickname among the crew: "The Dog of Sy'etta." While some used it in jest, it became a badge of honor for Naleder, symbolizing his loyalty and ferocity. He was her shadow, always at her side in battles and the first to step forward when danger loomed.
Life aboard the Wailing Siren was grueling, filled with treacherous waters, ferocious sea beasts, and deadly rivalries with other pirates. But it was also a life of revelry and camaraderie. The crew celebrated every victory with rum and shanties under the stars, and Naleder found a family among them. Over time, the boy they'd rescued grew into a man tempered by hardship and the fierce love of his pirate kin.
When he turned 22, Sy'etta called him to her quarters. She saw in him a yearning that no treasure could satisfy, a fire to explore the world beyond the endless horizon. With a heavy heart, she offered him a chance to leave, gifting him a pocket watch engraved with the crew's insignia. "You've earned this, Naleder," she said. "But don't forget where you came from. Wherever the sea takes you, you'll always be one of us."
Naleder stepped onto the mainland with nothing but his mother's jewelry, the crew's watch, and the lessons they'd imparted. By day, he honored his mother's memory by working as a blacksmith, perfecting his craft and creating tools and weapons that reflected both the elegance of her art and the resilience he'd learned at sea. By night, however, he lived a different life, slipping into the shadows to steal from the wealthy and corrupt, channeling his resourcefulness to fund his future and fight back against the kind of greed that had destroyed his home.
Though the weight of his past is heavy, Naleder wears it with quiet pride. His dual blades are a reminder of his time as a pirate, his pocket watch a symbol of the family that saved him, and the jewelry on his horns a tribute to the mother who gave her life so he could live. Now, every hammer strike on the anvil, every swing of his blade, and every theft in the dark carries the echoes of his past as he forges a future worthy of his name.
INVENTORY //
A Brass pocket watch adorned with the Insignia of the Wailing Siren. Pendants and charms on his horns from his birthmother
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