Post by Kaida Leucos on Oct 12, 2024 23:16:17 GMT
KAIDA LEUCOS
THE BASICS
Name: Kaida Leucos
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Age: 25 | Winter
Current residence: Quenyi | Ocia
Occupation: Marine Merchant
Social standing: Citizen
Loyalty: The Order
Dragon: Novoros
Dragon: Novoros
APPEARANCE
Face claim: Naomi Scott
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135 lbs
Description: Kaida has long, wavy brown hair that’s usually tied up into a loose bun. Her skin is ruddy and tanned from her days working in the sun. She is also quite muscular as a result of this. Her eyes are brown and flecked with specks of gold. She has a large silver birthmark in the middle of her back.
Novoros: Novoros is a sleek, obsidian-black dragon with scales that shimmer faintly in the light, giving off an almost liquid sheen. His eyes are a deep, piercing blue, reminiscent of the ocean, and his lithe form, though still growing, is already graceful and powerful. Though young, his wings show the promise of great span and strength, and his presence is both imposing and elegant, with sharp, angular features that give him a regal, ancient look.
Novoros: Novoros is a sleek, obsidian-black dragon with scales that shimmer faintly in the light, giving off an almost liquid sheen. His eyes are a deep, piercing blue, reminiscent of the ocean, and his lithe form, though still growing, is already graceful and powerful. Though young, his wings show the promise of great span and strength, and his presence is both imposing and elegant, with sharp, angular features that give him a regal, ancient look.
BEHAVIOR
Strengths: Brave, headstrong, and determined. Kaida hasn’t met a goal she’s been unable to achieve through the brute force of her sheer will. She sees a problem and likes to barrel over it.
Weaknesses: Her passion can sometimes cause her to be shortsighted - she has very clear ideas about what is right and wrong, and what would make things better in the world, and is often unwilling to hear other people’s viewpoints. She can be a bit brash which comes across as rudeness to those who don’t know her. She also has kind of a bad back.
Motivation: Her motivation is solidly her love for the Quenyese people. She has strong ties to the land and sea, and wants to ensure everyone has a fair crack at life.
Personality: Kaida Leucos is fierce, headstrong, and driven by a deep love for her homeland, Quenyi. She faces challenges head-on, guided by an unwavering sense of right and wrong, though her uncompromising nature can make her seem brash. Her bond with Novoros, the dragon she feels destined to protect, strengthens her resolve, and their connection is woven with dreams that feel almost like memories—vivid visions filled with royalty and war. These dreams, while unsettling, fuel her determination to safeguard her people, making her a relentless protector who will stop at nothing to see her vision of justice realized.
Novoros: Novoros is a creature of quiet strength, wise beyond his years despite his youth. Hatched from a dragon egg, his connection to Kaida was instant and deep, their bond more than just one of protector and companion—it’s a tether of souls. Novoros is fiercely protective of Kaida, sensing her emotions and thoughts as if they were his own, and he often tempers her fiery nature with his calm, steady presence. Though young, he carries within him the weight of an ancient legacy, his dreams filled with memories of a time before.
Novoros: Novoros is a creature of quiet strength, wise beyond his years despite his youth. Hatched from a dragon egg, his connection to Kaida was instant and deep, their bond more than just one of protector and companion—it’s a tether of souls. Novoros is fiercely protective of Kaida, sensing her emotions and thoughts as if they were his own, and he often tempers her fiery nature with his calm, steady presence. Though young, he carries within him the weight of an ancient legacy, his dreams filled with memories of a time before.
HERITAGE
Birthplace: Quenyi
Family:
Captain Ogg Leucos | Father | Alive
Breva Leucos | Mother | Alive
Anasherin Melchordin | Grandfather | Alive
Captain Ogg Leucos | Father | Alive
Breva Leucos | Mother | Alive
Anasherin Melchordin | Grandfather | Alive
History:
Kaida. Saltborn. Two years old and already climbing the mainsheets, even as her father squawks at her to “Come down, lass, you’ll tangle the lines!” Her father is the captain of this merchant vessel, port of origin Ocia, Quenyi. And Kaida has, at this point, never docked on dry land. But today is special. It’s the day before her third birthday, and her mother insists they go back to Ocia to see Kaida’s grandfather. Captain Leucos finally relents.
As they wander the streets of Ocia, weaving in and out of marketplaces, Kaida riding her grandfather’s shoulders and pointing at things that would seem normal to a land-dwelling toddler and squealing in delight. They eat and share stories, sleep coming in a fraught way to the tiny toddler who has never not been lulled to sleep by the rolling waves of the ocean. They spend three weeks on land before returning to the ship, tearful goodbyes and hugs and kisses being passed around. Kaida squeezes her grandfather’s neck so tightly he starts coughing, and as they pull away, a dark shadow passes over them and is gone in an instant. Kaida looks up to see a huge beast, it’s wings beating against the sky so hard she can hear them. She points to it and the word leaves her mouth - she shouldn’t know what it is, she’s never seen one before, never even heard of them. But she says it, clear as day.
“Dragon!”
—
A dozen and some years later, Kaida is living between Ocia and the sea. Ocean life has become too much for her mother, and her father grumbles that a merchant vessel is no place for a woman. Kaida supposes girls don’t count in that approximation, especially if they’re his daughters. The Saltborn docks at Ocia every three weeks and Kaida spends the month with her mother, and when it docks again she boards to spend it with her father. She’s learning valuable skills, even if her dad is gruff and postures himself as an uncaring sea dog. But Kaida knows he cares deeply about her because of the name of the ship. She feels a smile tug at the corner of her lips and is torn from her thoughts as she wanders the market.
Living in the city has given her a fiery deep love for Quenyi, and its people. The paupers and washerwomen and bakers and ropemakers might as well be her family, the way their lives have become intertwined. She suspects they care about her as an inherent nod to the respect they have for her grandfather, who’s been an eolderman of the neighborhood she lives in while on land for most of his life. They respect him, and in turn, they love her – clumsy Kaida, offering food, listening to stories, sneaking gin with her uncles at the pub at night.
Kaida’s heart burns for the Quenyese. All of them. Ocia is just a small chunk of her country, and she’s seen it all, from the poorest villages ravaged by famine and crop blight to the ivory and gold towers of Çerisun. She feels her lips tighten. It’s the same displeased expression her father often wears. The disparity in wealth makes her heart heavy but she understands that’s the way the world is. What makes her more upset is the stone.
Her mother warned her not to get involved in the Order, but her uncles had regaled her with stories of magic, how it used to flow freely throughout the entire world before its source was shattered into four pieces. Four pieces that were distributed to the rulers.
Kaida fundamentally did not agree with the ownership of the source of all magic in Aëron belonging to anyone, but if it had to have a shepherd, she’d wished it would have been a pauper, not a king. Looking around, seeing the suffering that happened every day under the nose of those who ruled from Çerisun… the inequity made her stomach hurt if she thought too hard about it.
—
“Captain,” her voice is as soft as a whisper, nearly carried away with the north-easterly wind. But he hears her. Though his sight falters and his hair grows grey with the years that pass, Captain Leucos’s hearing is as sharp as it was when he was a young man. He turns to face her and merely grunts in response.
Kaida clears her throat and steps forward, one salt-weathered hand pulling her cloak closed over something the other cradles near her breast. The Captain’s eyes dart to her hand and back to her eyes and he turns more fully toward her. “Well, girl, don’t be coy.” He says, his words slurred with chewing tobacco and rum.
“Father–” Kaida catches herself and frowns deeply. “My Captain. I found something while we were docked last tenday I– well, to be frank, I didn’t know how to bring this up to you.” Her heart is racing as she lets the cloak fall away from the item cradled close to her heart. An obsidian-black stone, larger than an eggplant, contrasts against the ruddy olive of her hand. The Captain’s brows knit together as he moves closer, and then shoot up.
“Lass how did ye–” but she cuts him off. “Father, listen. I know you and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, but this is important.”
She brings the stone into the light and the firelight from the oil lamp on the Captain’s desk dances across the surface of it, throwing golden flecks of light onto the walls of his cabin and onto both of their faces. “You know what this is.” She says. It’s not a question – it doesn’t need to be. He is Quenyese. Of course he knows what it is. And of course, he knows that she stole it in the seedy dark markets of Ocia. He doesn’t judge her - they must have been stolen themselves. No honest person would try to sell a dragon egg.
“I need your help,” she says, looking up at him with determined eyes. “I need you to get me to Mountain End.”
He looks at her, and then back down at the stone. His tightly drawn lip does not betray anything that would indicate to Kaida what his response will be. But just as soon as she understands it to be a folly, a lost cause, a great disrespect to even ask, he sighs.
“Lass, ye needn’t ask. You’re of Quenyi. This is your birthright.”
—
Her fingertips brush the obsidian-black scales of the baby dragon. It wasn’t bigger than a little lizard, one you might find in the corner of a garden, wiggling around in the dirt. But instead of dirt, it was ash, and instead of a garden, it was the top of a mountain. It had taken Kaida weeks to hike here, a journey that she was bound to do by herself. It sneezes a tiny puff of white smoke and Kaida giggles as it looks up at her.
Her heart tightens as their eyes connect - his (they were his, she knew that much), deep blue as the ocean, and hers, hazel and gold-flecked. Her heart tightens not with fear, but of the feeling that she had somehow been here before. That, and of an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. But it’s not coming from her, it’s coming from him.
She holds her hand out and the tip of his nose finds her palm. A smile tugs the corner of her mouth. “Novoros…?” she whispers. She heard it, somewhere in the back of her mind. His head immediately darts back and he stares at her. He sneezes again, and Kaida feels tears welling up in her eyes. She feels as if she’s known him forever. “Novoros it is,” she runs her fingers down the scales of his spine and he chirps happily.
—
The dreams had started to plague her almost immediately after she’d found Novoros’s egg, but they had exploded in vividity since he hatched. Even now, she tosses as images race through her unconscious mind. A face, war-worn and heavy with sadness. Kaida being sent away - only, she’s not Kaida. She’s someone else. She looks the same, but people are calling her something else. And the large birthmark on her back burning when she wakes. She’d told two people of the dreams - Abria, her closest friend on the ship, and Novoros.
“I know,” He replies in her mind. ”The dreams started for me as soon as I could form a thought,” He has only been alive for six months, but already he is the size of a wolfhound. He’s getting harder to hide. Realistically, Kaida should not have him. He’s a baby - it’s very rare for non-nobility to bond with dragons, and when they do, they are already grown. If she were to show herself in the streets with a baby dragon she would have questions to answer that she did not have very good answers to. His scales are still inky black, his eyes blue as the sky. Their minds are intertwined, a gentle dance that ebbs and flows each day. It’s comforting, knowing he is always there.
“Well, what do you dream of?” Kaida asks, glancing over at him from her cabin bed, her eyelids heavy with tiredness. The dreams were so vivid that rest was hard. Novoros sighs, looking out the window. He’s curled up in a nest of pillows that Kaida has sourced from some officer’s cabins and markets on the coasts they’d landed on.
”The sky,” he replies. His voice sounds sad. ”I dream of flying. With you,” he looks at her, cocking his head a little. ”But, it’s not really you, do you know what I mean? And there are others. A man, I think he’s a king. And a little girl. And an old woman. And fire, and war…” he trails off and looks back out the window.
Kaida muses for a moment and nods. “I do know what you mean. Mine are similar. I dream about riding you, but you’re bigger,” she chuckles softly. “And it’s all royalty and kings. I think it’s the king, if I’m being completely honest, even though I’ve never seen him before.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know why, though,” she mutters. She’d had a solid distaste for the monarchy in her mouth since she was a child, but these dreams weren’t even about its end. They were mainly focused on one man. Novo flicks his tail.
Kaida sighs and throws her legs off the side of the bed and stands. “Novo, I’m sorry I brought you into a world where fraught dreams are the norm, apparently. I believe that the combined powers of our minds are causing things to become a little… subconsciously creative,” she offers a weak smile and approaches him. “We’ll be okay, bud.” She whispers, patting his head as she lowers herself to the floor. She rests her head on his soft belly and closes her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she has a dreamless sleep.
Kaida. Saltborn. Two years old and already climbing the mainsheets, even as her father squawks at her to “Come down, lass, you’ll tangle the lines!” Her father is the captain of this merchant vessel, port of origin Ocia, Quenyi. And Kaida has, at this point, never docked on dry land. But today is special. It’s the day before her third birthday, and her mother insists they go back to Ocia to see Kaida’s grandfather. Captain Leucos finally relents.
As they wander the streets of Ocia, weaving in and out of marketplaces, Kaida riding her grandfather’s shoulders and pointing at things that would seem normal to a land-dwelling toddler and squealing in delight. They eat and share stories, sleep coming in a fraught way to the tiny toddler who has never not been lulled to sleep by the rolling waves of the ocean. They spend three weeks on land before returning to the ship, tearful goodbyes and hugs and kisses being passed around. Kaida squeezes her grandfather’s neck so tightly he starts coughing, and as they pull away, a dark shadow passes over them and is gone in an instant. Kaida looks up to see a huge beast, it’s wings beating against the sky so hard she can hear them. She points to it and the word leaves her mouth - she shouldn’t know what it is, she’s never seen one before, never even heard of them. But she says it, clear as day.
“Dragon!”
—
A dozen and some years later, Kaida is living between Ocia and the sea. Ocean life has become too much for her mother, and her father grumbles that a merchant vessel is no place for a woman. Kaida supposes girls don’t count in that approximation, especially if they’re his daughters. The Saltborn docks at Ocia every three weeks and Kaida spends the month with her mother, and when it docks again she boards to spend it with her father. She’s learning valuable skills, even if her dad is gruff and postures himself as an uncaring sea dog. But Kaida knows he cares deeply about her because of the name of the ship. She feels a smile tug at the corner of her lips and is torn from her thoughts as she wanders the market.
Living in the city has given her a fiery deep love for Quenyi, and its people. The paupers and washerwomen and bakers and ropemakers might as well be her family, the way their lives have become intertwined. She suspects they care about her as an inherent nod to the respect they have for her grandfather, who’s been an eolderman of the neighborhood she lives in while on land for most of his life. They respect him, and in turn, they love her – clumsy Kaida, offering food, listening to stories, sneaking gin with her uncles at the pub at night.
Kaida’s heart burns for the Quenyese. All of them. Ocia is just a small chunk of her country, and she’s seen it all, from the poorest villages ravaged by famine and crop blight to the ivory and gold towers of Çerisun. She feels her lips tighten. It’s the same displeased expression her father often wears. The disparity in wealth makes her heart heavy but she understands that’s the way the world is. What makes her more upset is the stone.
Her mother warned her not to get involved in the Order, but her uncles had regaled her with stories of magic, how it used to flow freely throughout the entire world before its source was shattered into four pieces. Four pieces that were distributed to the rulers.
Kaida fundamentally did not agree with the ownership of the source of all magic in Aëron belonging to anyone, but if it had to have a shepherd, she’d wished it would have been a pauper, not a king. Looking around, seeing the suffering that happened every day under the nose of those who ruled from Çerisun… the inequity made her stomach hurt if she thought too hard about it.
—
“Captain,” her voice is as soft as a whisper, nearly carried away with the north-easterly wind. But he hears her. Though his sight falters and his hair grows grey with the years that pass, Captain Leucos’s hearing is as sharp as it was when he was a young man. He turns to face her and merely grunts in response.
Kaida clears her throat and steps forward, one salt-weathered hand pulling her cloak closed over something the other cradles near her breast. The Captain’s eyes dart to her hand and back to her eyes and he turns more fully toward her. “Well, girl, don’t be coy.” He says, his words slurred with chewing tobacco and rum.
“Father–” Kaida catches herself and frowns deeply. “My Captain. I found something while we were docked last tenday I– well, to be frank, I didn’t know how to bring this up to you.” Her heart is racing as she lets the cloak fall away from the item cradled close to her heart. An obsidian-black stone, larger than an eggplant, contrasts against the ruddy olive of her hand. The Captain’s brows knit together as he moves closer, and then shoot up.
“Lass how did ye–” but she cuts him off. “Father, listen. I know you and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, but this is important.”
She brings the stone into the light and the firelight from the oil lamp on the Captain’s desk dances across the surface of it, throwing golden flecks of light onto the walls of his cabin and onto both of their faces. “You know what this is.” She says. It’s not a question – it doesn’t need to be. He is Quenyese. Of course he knows what it is. And of course, he knows that she stole it in the seedy dark markets of Ocia. He doesn’t judge her - they must have been stolen themselves. No honest person would try to sell a dragon egg.
“I need your help,” she says, looking up at him with determined eyes. “I need you to get me to Mountain End.”
He looks at her, and then back down at the stone. His tightly drawn lip does not betray anything that would indicate to Kaida what his response will be. But just as soon as she understands it to be a folly, a lost cause, a great disrespect to even ask, he sighs.
“Lass, ye needn’t ask. You’re of Quenyi. This is your birthright.”
—
Her fingertips brush the obsidian-black scales of the baby dragon. It wasn’t bigger than a little lizard, one you might find in the corner of a garden, wiggling around in the dirt. But instead of dirt, it was ash, and instead of a garden, it was the top of a mountain. It had taken Kaida weeks to hike here, a journey that she was bound to do by herself. It sneezes a tiny puff of white smoke and Kaida giggles as it looks up at her.
Her heart tightens as their eyes connect - his (they were his, she knew that much), deep blue as the ocean, and hers, hazel and gold-flecked. Her heart tightens not with fear, but of the feeling that she had somehow been here before. That, and of an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. But it’s not coming from her, it’s coming from him.
She holds her hand out and the tip of his nose finds her palm. A smile tugs the corner of her mouth. “Novoros…?” she whispers. She heard it, somewhere in the back of her mind. His head immediately darts back and he stares at her. He sneezes again, and Kaida feels tears welling up in her eyes. She feels as if she’s known him forever. “Novoros it is,” she runs her fingers down the scales of his spine and he chirps happily.
—
The dreams had started to plague her almost immediately after she’d found Novoros’s egg, but they had exploded in vividity since he hatched. Even now, she tosses as images race through her unconscious mind. A face, war-worn and heavy with sadness. Kaida being sent away - only, she’s not Kaida. She’s someone else. She looks the same, but people are calling her something else. And the large birthmark on her back burning when she wakes. She’d told two people of the dreams - Abria, her closest friend on the ship, and Novoros.
“I know,” He replies in her mind. ”The dreams started for me as soon as I could form a thought,” He has only been alive for six months, but already he is the size of a wolfhound. He’s getting harder to hide. Realistically, Kaida should not have him. He’s a baby - it’s very rare for non-nobility to bond with dragons, and when they do, they are already grown. If she were to show herself in the streets with a baby dragon she would have questions to answer that she did not have very good answers to. His scales are still inky black, his eyes blue as the sky. Their minds are intertwined, a gentle dance that ebbs and flows each day. It’s comforting, knowing he is always there.
“Well, what do you dream of?” Kaida asks, glancing over at him from her cabin bed, her eyelids heavy with tiredness. The dreams were so vivid that rest was hard. Novoros sighs, looking out the window. He’s curled up in a nest of pillows that Kaida has sourced from some officer’s cabins and markets on the coasts they’d landed on.
”The sky,” he replies. His voice sounds sad. ”I dream of flying. With you,” he looks at her, cocking his head a little. ”But, it’s not really you, do you know what I mean? And there are others. A man, I think he’s a king. And a little girl. And an old woman. And fire, and war…” he trails off and looks back out the window.
Kaida muses for a moment and nods. “I do know what you mean. Mine are similar. I dream about riding you, but you’re bigger,” she chuckles softly. “And it’s all royalty and kings. I think it’s the king, if I’m being completely honest, even though I’ve never seen him before.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know why, though,” she mutters. She’d had a solid distaste for the monarchy in her mouth since she was a child, but these dreams weren’t even about its end. They were mainly focused on one man. Novo flicks his tail.
Kaida sighs and throws her legs off the side of the bed and stands. “Novo, I’m sorry I brought you into a world where fraught dreams are the norm, apparently. I believe that the combined powers of our minds are causing things to become a little… subconsciously creative,” she offers a weak smile and approaches him. “We’ll be okay, bud.” She whispers, patting his head as she lowers herself to the floor. She rests her head on his soft belly and closes her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she has a dreamless sleep.
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Last Edit: Oct 13, 2024 18:24:27 GMT by Kaida Leucos
