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Name: Aelira Kaen
Age: 20
Year: Sophomore
Academy: Aurellian Academy
Heritage: Kaelari Tribe – Hidden Spirit Users Among the Mundane World
Background:
Aelira Kaen was born into the Kaelari, a secretive and ancient tribe of Spirit Users who walk among the mundane world unseen. The Kaelari do not live in hidden temples or remote sanctuaries; instead, they blend with ordinary people, their power wrapped in discretion and old-world customs. Known for their attunement to spiritual resonance and emotional energy, the Kaelari walk quietly, heal with intention, and watch the world with patient eyes.
From a young age, Aelira was taught to keep the truth of her heritage quiet. Her parents never discouraged friendships with non-spirit users, but she was always warned: Never speak of the tribe. Never show the Art. Never draw the gaze of those who would misunderstand or misuse.
At 17, that control fractured. In a moment of intense fear and rising conflict, she unleashed a surge of Spirit Echo energy that hospitalized a classmate. The experience shattered her emotionally. Overwhelmed with guilt and horror at what she'd done, she withdrew into herself. That was when her parents sat her down and explained everything: the truth of the Kaelari, her bloodline, and why secrecy wasn’t a suggestion—it was survival.
She spent the months after graduation training privately under her parents. It was a quiet, spiritual season of growth. Her father taught her balance, how to redirect inner storms before they turned outward. Her mother helped her mend the fractures in her spirit, gently guiding her toward healing without denying the pain.
When she was accepted into Aurellian Academy, her parents were proud—but cautious. Their only rule: Do not reveal what you are.
But the Academy, for all its prestige, was still a place full of hungry eyes and sharp-edged rivalries. In her longing for connection, she opened up to a classmate she thought she could trust. That trust was betrayed, and within weeks, over half the student body knew she was Kaelari. The consequences were immediate: whispered mockery, cold stares, subtle ostracization, and a few not-so-subtle attacks.
That was when she learned the full weight of her tribe’s warning. Since then, Aelira has retreated into herself—not out of timidity, but to protect what’s left.
Appearance:
Height: 5'2"
Build: Delicately feminine. Aelira has a body shaped by grace more than power. Soft curves, gentle shoulders, and a dancer’s flow to her movements. She is not built to intimidate, yet carries an effortless poise.
Face: Naturally pretty. Freckles dust her cheeks and nose like stardust, and her amber-gold eyes reflect warmth and storm alike.
Hair: Long, thick, and deep brown, worn in practical but beautiful styles rooted in Kaelari tradition. Intricate braids or low ponytails woven with silk ties.
Aura: There is something quietly ancient about her. She doesn’t draw attention, but when eyes land on her, they linger, puzzled by the sense of something deeper than what shows.
Personality:
Core Traits: Feminine, quiet, emotionally intelligent, introverted, cautious but observant. Intuitive to others' emotions, but careful with her own.
Behavior:
Speaks normally and politely, but rarely starts conversations.
Often listens more than she speaks. Has a stillness to her.
Doesn’t react strongly to insults or provocations—not out of fear, but because she has learned how little most things matter.
Rarely raises her voice. People notice when she does.
Likes: Still mornings, spirit attunement rituals, pressed flowers, handmade jewelry, soft instrumental music, quiet libraries, the scent of sage and lavender.
Dislikes: Boastfulness, chaos, betrayal, unnecessary confrontation, and those who exploit the Spirit Arts for ego.
Family:
Varos Kaen (Father): Silent strength. A master of emotional redirection and energy suppression, Varos teaches through presence, not words. He is not cold, but disciplined to the core. His love for Aelira is expressed through rigorous lessons, patient silence, and respect for her autonomy. He believes she carries the legacy of their tribe in her spirit.
Seliane Kaen (Mother): Aelira's emotional anchor. A gifted healer and spiritual guide within the Kaelari, Seliane walks with grace and firm compassion. She supported Aelira’s emotional recovery with rituals, whispered stories, and hard truths. She expects strength and honesty from her daughter, and offers the same in return.
Cael Kaen (Cousin): Distant in blood but close in bond. A third-year student at Aurellian and a known force within the Academy. Cael doesn't hover but always watches. He speaks little but acts when it counts. When Aelira broke down in her first year, it was Cael who carried her through—not by fixing things, but by standing beside her until she stood again.
Name: Aelira Kaen
Age: 20 Year: Sophomore Academy: Aurellian Academy Heritage: Kaelari Tribe – Hidden Spirit Users Among the Mundane World
Background:
Aelira Kaen was born into the Kaelari, a secretive and ancient tribe of Spirit Users who walk among the mundane world unseen. The Kaelari do not live in hidden temples or remote sanctuaries; instead, they blend with ordinary people, their power wrapped in discretion and old-world customs. Known for their attunement to spiritual resonance and emotional energy, the Kaelari walk quietly, heal with intention, and watch the world with patient eyes.
From a young age, Aelira was taught to keep the truth of her heritage quiet. Her parents never discouraged friendships with non-spirit users, but she was always warned: Never speak of the tribe. Never show the Art. Never draw the gaze of those who would misunderstand or misuse.
At 17, that control fractured. In a moment of intense fear and rising conflict, she unleashed a surge of Spirit Echo energy that hospitalized a classmate. The experience shattered her emotionally. Overwhelmed with guilt and horror at what she'd done, she withdrew into herself. That was when her parents sat her down and explained everything: the truth of the Kaelari, her bloodline, and why secrecy wasn’t a suggestion—it was survival.
She spent the months after graduation training privately under her parents. It was a quiet, spiritual season of growth. Her father taught her balance, how to redirect inner storms before they turned outward. Her mother helped her mend the fractures in her spirit, gently guiding her toward healing without denying the pain.
When she was accepted into Aurellian Academy, her parents were proud—but cautious. Their only rule: Do not reveal what you are.
But the Academy, for all its prestige, was still a place full of hungry eyes and sharp-edged rivalries. In her longing for connection, she opened up to a classmate she thought she could trust. That trust was betrayed, and within weeks, over half the student body knew she was Kaelari. The consequences were immediate: whispered mockery, cold stares, subtle ostracization, and a few not-so-subtle attacks.
That was when she learned the full weight of her tribe’s warning. Since then, Aelira has retreated into herself—not out of timidity, but to protect what’s left.
Appearance:
Height: 5'2"
Build: Delicately feminine. Aelira has a body shaped by grace more than power. Soft curves, gentle shoulders, and a dancer’s flow to her movements. She is not built to intimidate, yet carries an effortless poise.
Face: Naturally pretty. Freckles dust her cheeks and nose like stardust, and her amber-gold eyes reflect warmth and storm alike.
Hair: Long, thick, and deep brown, worn in practical but beautiful styles rooted in Kaelari tradition. Intricate braids or low ponytails woven with silk ties.
Aura: There is something quietly ancient about her. She doesn’t draw attention, but when eyes land on her, they linger, puzzled by the sense of something deeper than what shows.
Personality:
Core Traits: Feminine, quiet, emotionally intelligent, introverted, cautious but observant. Intuitive to others' emotions, but careful with her own.
Behavior:
Speaks normally and politely, but rarely starts conversations.
Often listens more than she speaks. Has a stillness to her.
Doesn’t react strongly to insults or provocations—not out of fear, but because she has learned how little most things matter.
Rarely raises her voice. People notice when she does.
Likes: Still mornings, spirit attunement rituals, pressed flowers, handmade jewelry, soft instrumental music, quiet libraries, the scent of sage and lavender. Dislikes: Boastfulness, chaos, betrayal, unnecessary confrontation, and those who exploit the Spirit Arts for ego.
Family:
Varos Kaen (Father): Silent strength. A master of emotional redirection and energy suppression, Varos teaches through presence, not words. He is not cold, but disciplined to the core. His love for Aelira is expressed through rigorous lessons, patient silence, and respect for her autonomy. He believes she carries the legacy of their tribe in her spirit.
Seliane Kaen (Mother): Aelira's emotional anchor. A gifted healer and spiritual guide within the Kaelari, Seliane walks with grace and firm compassion. She supported Aelira’s emotional recovery with rituals, whispered stories, and hard truths. She expects strength and honesty from her daughter, and offers the same in return.
Cael Kaen (Cousin): Distant in blood but close in bond. A third-year student at Aurellian and a known force within the Academy. Cael doesn't hover but always watches. He speaks little but acts when it counts. When Aelira broke down in her first year, it was Cael who carried her through—not by fixing things, but by standing beside her until she stood again.
I took the longer path this morning.
Not because I had anywhere new to be—just because I didn’t want to go straight there. Some days feel too tight, like if I follow my usual steps, something inside me will press too hard against the edges.
So I turned. Just a little. Past the south fountain. Through the arch with the chipped sigils.
The air is different here. Warmer, less still. The grass hums with low echoes—old ones. I don’t touch them, but I let them brush close. They don’t cling. That’s how I know they’re harmless.
I pass a carved spirit totem half-swallowed by ivy. Most students don’t notice it anymore. I do. It’s from one of the forest clans, long before Aurellian’s walls were built. Its presence feels like breath drawn in, held, but never let out.
I pause beside it. I don’t know why.
There’s a leaf caught in my braid. I feel it shift as the wind moves. I don’t remove it.
Steps pass behind me. A group of third-years, laughing about something loud and fast and temporary. I don’t turn. They don’t look.
The path curves ahead, toward a patch of wild growth where the Academy grounds haven’t quite decided what they want to become. It’s not forbidden—but no one tends it. I walk close, letting my fingertips skim the edge of the brush. A spirit stirs beneath the roots. Just lightly. Like a yawn before sleep.
I stay until the first bell rings far off behind me.
Then I go. Not fast. Just back.
My feet will remember the way now. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll come a little farther.
Maybe.
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