"CRUOR"

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♰ NAME ♰ Yora rem Caarvelian
♰ MONIKER ♰ Cruor
♰ AGE ♰ 37
♰ PRONOUNS ♰ She/They, He occasionally (genderfluid)
♰ HEIGHT ♰ 6'5"
♰ RACE ♰ Elezen/Hyur
♰ ETHNICITY ♰ Garlean/Bozjan/Thavnairian
♰ SEXUALITY ♰ Demisexual/romantic (fem lean, not "gold star")
♰ RELATIONSHIP STATUS ♰ Polyamorous, multiple partners, open♰ STATS ♰
STR +4 | CON +5 | DEX +1 | WIS -2 | INT +3 | CHA -1♰ NOTABLE FEATURES ♰ Bandaged right arm. Smells like gunpowder, petrichor, and smoke.
♰ QUICK HOOKS ♰ Bozjan soldier, ex-Garlean Centurion, dense un-aspected aether along veins, ex-Alaudae.
♰ MOTIFS ♰ Religious imagery, ravens, blood, swords.♰ SUMMARY ♰
Yora as a character is empathetic, but no-bullshit. She is quick to judge and fiercely protective of those who she has taken under her wing. Hesitant to admit when she has been wrong, she is also stubborn in her convictions. Though, Yora is not overly cruel or callous. Instead, they have an unstoppably competitive spirit, and even the smallest challenge or doubt is going to spur her into action... even if the challenge was not something she was originally enthused about.
A lazy soul at her core, Yora becomes loud and crass when matters close to her are involved. Unshakable confidence characterizes most of her interactions, and her personal matters she keeps close to herself, unwilling to involve others in her baggage. Every action taken is on behalf of others.
Yora is also something of a strategist, though in terms of practicality they aren't the sharpest tool in the shed. They are quick to make connections, and quicker still to concoct solutions and plans. But, it's frequent that these plans, however effective they may be, neglect the most practical or straightforward solutions.♰ PLAYLIST ♰ ......♰ GALLERY ♰

BOZJAN RESISTANCE

Gunnhildr's Blade Field Notes: "Cruor" - Year 1 of the Seventh Umbral EraNever believed we would see that face again. Not after everything they did to us.
They came to us in Garlean-made abominations - a broken shock collar and chains, with deep, fresh scars. They'd been through... some kind of awful event. Claimed something happened at Carteneau.They disappeared some years ago. Most of us knew them as a face of oppression. It took Marsak every onze of self-control not to kill them when they washed up on Gangos' shore. He put a gunblade to her head - and she couldn't even speak. Too weak. Too broken from whatever she'd been through.Since most of us were young, we knew of Yora rem Caarvelian. Bastard, oppressor, tyrant, and murderer. Daughter of Piper Maclaine and Soveliss het Caarvelian. Bozjan-born and raised in Martrvje with us, they turned on us all as they grew older. Believed all the lies the Empire fed her. We got to know the bite of their blade as well as that of their tongue. But when they appeared again at our shores, they'd changed. Not mentally, but... physically. Once-blue eyes changed to a shade like rolanberry, and they were marked then.They barely had the strength to speak there on the beach... Marsak had a blade leveled at them, and all they could manage to say was they wanted to join the Resistance. None of us knew what to do. We just stared, weapons ready. Before long they lost consciousness in the shallow water. They would've drowned if Sjeros hadn't pulled them out. They're in triage, now. I can hear the others debating in the other tents. Some demand an execution. I hear voices calling for justice, and others calling to use them, like a captive.

Gunnhildr's Blade Field Notes: "Cruor" - Year 1 of the Seventh Umbral EraThey haven't spoken for a few days. Just sat still in their tent, bound like a prisoner. The Blades can't decide if they should throw her back into the sea, or give them a chance. The value a Garlean Centurion could bring to our field operations is undeniable. How do you weigh your heart against your mind? It would be easier to have vengeance, brothers...They won't make eye contact. The scars across their body tell a gruesome tale. The ones across their back... I shudder to think of what the Empire did to her.

Gunnhildr's Blade Field Notes: "Cruor" - Year 3 of the Seventh Umbral EraThey spoke finally. Said they didn't want to be called their own name. Cruor was the moniker now. They asked us to send them to the Southern Front. Said we needn't even outfit them - if they died to prove their worth to the Resistance, "then so be it". More arguments ensued, before Bajsaljen gave them a blade and sent them away. We hoped that she'd die out there. A part of us did, truly...They came back wounded and filthy the next day. Tossed a magitek reconnisance device at our feet without a word, and retreated to their temporary quarters. It was disabled, and the data it had collected was... helpful. None of us want to trust them, but it's a start, we suppose.

Gunnhildr's Blade Field Notes: "Cruor" - Year 1 of the Seventh Astral EraCruor spent the day in the field, as they usually do. Bajsaljen asked them to take a break for once. They obliged. They don't hide their face anymore. Their intelligence is invaluable, and they fight like a demon possessed. Couldn't have asked for a better brother-in-arms. Still, there's something behind those eyes. Guilt, maybe. They leave when our brothers speak of our youth, like they don't want to bring poor memories with them. Instead, the bastard goes and helps repair broken armor and weaponry - always working, like some piece of machina. Almost three years of tireless work with us, and they still treat themself like an outsider!

Gunnhildr's Blade Field Notes: "Cruor" - PresentEven though the IVth has fallen to pieces and fled, their abandoned machina still roam, and some loyalists who believe Gabranth lives harry merchant guilds and guards. For their invaluable contributions to our freedom, we granted them command of a unit of former Resistance fighters, and damn, are the lot of them good. Re-establishing a governing body, a half-decent economy, and a military strong enough to keep our borders firm has been a task enough. Thankfully, they continue their work with just as much fervor - rooting out Garlean remnants, disabling abandoned magitek weaponry, and clearing way for trade to resume.

I remember... I remember Bozja before...

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BOZJA - MARTRVJE

School child's note - 1547Our teacher says we can't call Yora mean things... says the imperials will come and put us in the hole for it. It's not fair!! It's not fair she gets to come to school just because her dad's a Garlean! Her mom's a lowborn anyway... and her mom's mom isn't even FROM Bozja!! Why doesn't she go away and go to school in Garlemald and not here in Martrvje??

Merchant's rumours - 1550The Caarvelian and Maclaine child is very polite. Soveliss may be new to the country, but Piper has always been a very generous patron of mine. Not wealthy except for her Hannish mother's riches, but when she gets the coin to spare she always supports the local merchant guilds. Never met such a generous lowborn as Piper... and of course, Yora is no different. She's very shy at her young age, but she's already apprenticing in the arts, and excels at her schoolwork. Hardly anyone in the town doesn't know of her or her family - though the highborn are judgemental, as they are wont to. A Garlean politician marrying a lowborn - and one of mixed foreign heritage - is not a common story here in Martrvje. The Imperial soldiers by and large try not to address the child, and the Bozjan children bully her relentlessly for her mixed heritage. She barely talks... just comes in to the guilds and works, when she isn't in classes. I do have to worry for her future...

Bozjan citizen's rumors - 1558After Piper's death, the family left. Piper'd died in '49. An assassination, they think, but Soveliss is too weak-spined to investigate, like all the rest of the occupiers. He'd put Yora into the military as soon as they let him, and she came back... changed. Like she believed every scrap of propaganda they fed the girl. So many of us liked her - and she was so shy and sweet before. Now, she barks at us like the rest of the Empire's hounds. Even former mentors and classmates, she looks at like we're foreign to her... like she doesn't recognize 'em. Poor girl's barely seventeen and they've filled her head with big ideas. Bad ideas.

Bozjan citizen's rumors - 1567She's cruel. Beyond horrid. Even compared to other Garleans in her station, she's a monster. It's like she searches, constantly, for any possible way to find issue with the populace. Her punishments are unnecessary and harsh. I've seen her order farms burned to ash for simply stumbling in her way before. Every time, her superiors eat it up - she's a tool, and she doesn't know it. Fool that she is, taking it out on us for nothing. She aims to rise in the ranks, and she's done far too well with it. Someday, she'll get what's coming to her. Her, and the damned viera she's chosen for a wife. We all know... and we all see the way her cohort looks at the two of them.

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YORA REM CAARVELIAN

Garlean Preceptor's Notes - 1556Daughter of a politician is never an easy fate. Especially when that politician is noted Soveliss het Caarvelian. After his wife died, the family returned back to the homeland, and the daughter was enrolled under my care. They had been in a manor in Martrvje, belonging to the wife. Though, the daughter...
He's forced her into military service. Poor girl's only fifteen, but suppose she has a family reputation to uphold! She'll be entering the IVth. Yora oen Caarvelian from this day forth. Many of the recruits know her already by name - of course in no small part thanks to her father's notoriety! He once was quite the staunch defender of the annexed peoples, having married one himself. Piper aan Maclaine, if I remember correctly. She had passed around... oh, 1549. His politics took quite a turn then! He believes we should be less forgiving of those who would create conflict in our territories. It stirs the Populares quite badly! Her fellow recruits seem to mock her for it as well, despite being her seniors...

Garlean Tesserarius' Letter of Recommendation - 1565Consider this my formal recommendation to promote Yora pyr Caarvelian, Decurion of the IVth, for position of Pilus Prior. Her marvelous abilities as a strategist, her perceptive eye for defection, and her uncanny ability to predict Resistance movement have led our unit to victories uncounted over the years. Though her skill with magitek is found wanting, and her education in engineering is quite minimal, I assure this is merely the result of her partially Bozjan lineage, and her service has been exemplary.

Garlean Centurion of the IVth's Formal Complaint - 1570One of my fellow Centurions - Yora rem Caarvelian - has been acting strange as of late. Her family were always odd types, I admit. But allow this to be a formal complaint. While the Resistance launches attacks against our outposts, she is nowhere to be seen! Even her men have little idea of where their commanding officer has gone. She only appears to occasionally throw another citizen into solitary, and mark me, she beats her own damned men for questioning her authority. Few of them wish to speak of their bruises and the like, but they cow in fear when the bitch is permitted to roam!Whose decision was it to allow this mongrel toady into her position? I have words for Menenius, immediately. Tell this dog-water-blooded bitch to step off!

Record of Imprisonment and Transfer- 1570Yora oen Caarvelian - formerly Yora rem Caarvelian - will henceforth be assigned to the Alaudae unit under the command of Vitus quo Messalla.
Incident described as murder of a commanding officer, Panne rem Atoel. Witnesses describe use of psychedelic recreationals during time between deployment. Commanding officer attempted to restrain Caarvelian and was slain by point-blank weapons fire. Caarvelian took several days to wear out of the shock - claims subordinates drugged her. Investigation is pending, subordinates claim not guilty.

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ALAUDAE

Garlean Soldier's Notes - 1571The Alaudae are horrifying in their own right, but this newest one... she's frightening. I've rarely seen one that still fights for Garlemald. Most of them gave up on the ideal of the Empire when they were stripped of their citizenship - most of them have to be drugged to even fight. But that one... the Caarvelian bastard. That one's different. I hear tales mothers tell of the Alaudae eating the bones of naughty children, and while I am not one to believe tales, this one I'd not put it past. She's tall, strong, and terrifyingly thorough. Even Messalia himself seems... put off by her.

Notes of an Alaudae - 1572Messalia beats her. I can hear it through the barracks. Whip cracks and rattling chains. She doesn't cry anymore. She just takes it, like she's broken.We used to hear her beg. How she was innocent - how she loves the Empire and she'd never betray it. Mayhap Messalia'd have listened, if she wasn't a half-breed. If she weren't Bozjan. Messalia's threatened by her strength, and the more she breaks, the worse the beatings get. He's afraid of what will happen if he allows her to heal enough to attack him - to really, well and truly break. She's hardly permitted to wash off her own blood before she's sent out again. She's kept in chains and shock collars - monitored constantly. But she's too damn valuable to kill. We all know that.If she dies of exhaustion on her next deployment, it'll be a mercy.

Record of Transfer- 1572Yora oen Caarvelian transferred to unit belonging to Gaius van Baelsar at Carteneau. Investigation still pending regarding incident of two years prior. Alaudae duties temporarily halted due to necessary additional hands required at Carteneau.
Sentence reduction currently at ten additional years service, reduced from life.

Record of Transfer- Year 1 of the Seventh Umbral EraYora oen Caarvelian missing in action following assigned reconnaissance at Carteneau. Sentence reduction has been suspended. Resource management places priority on the case as low. Individual presumed dead.

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