father
Name: Villoris Kraelin
Status: Deceased
mother
Name: Khadij Kraelin
Status: Deceased
past
Yndira’s origins are almost something out of a disturbed daydream or nightmare. Her mother, a nameless entity for her lack of presence in the Naerikk’s life, had grand ideas for her survival. See, it was simple, so simple: trap someone well off and let them take care of her. It went against much of the teaching she’d received but she was not the first or the last person to think of this. She just might have been a little more successful than others. The Naerikk that mothered Yndira found her target in a human man of great intelligence, a Villoris Kraelin. He thought himself the world, and then some. He was supposed to be a scholar, a man of science as he claimed. But he clearly didn’t have the intelligence to see what was coming.
Their union was what produced Yndira, much to her father’s chagrin. He fell for the trap and realized it much too late, as most people do. But he redeemed himself, somewhat, in his eyes. He repaid Yndira’s mother through years of torture. As was already stated, he was smart, almost as clever as the woman that had tricked him and cursed him with a brat to care for. He tracked her down not long after Yndira’s birth ( she’d thought it best to disappear for a bit; distance makes the heart grow fonder, doesn’t it? ) and fooled her into her true form. And then, as she had done, he trapped her.
It was a small victory, really. A small victory that kept the Naerikk locked in a small room nestled in both light and darkness as Yndira grew up. She passed her years with delightful screams of her mother as small bursts of light erupted sporadically in the room. Enough to hurt, but not enough to kill. The room with the sparrows painted on the walls, soft and serene, was like a dream to stare into. Her mother would buck and howl as she peered through the keyhole of the door in wonder. Villoris found that taking care of Yndira was a chore in and of itself, especially as a demand for a renewal of her tattooing became more insistent. The horrid creature he thought her to be -- openly admitted, voicing it in her face at every chance -- was to be covered in a lie that her mother had done before.
The pair traveled to Augiery only because of this necessity. Villoris found that it would be beneficial to take her. He could use her however he wished once she was a beautiful and horrific lie to be turned out on someone else. This, though, was where the trouble started. The tattooing process was excruciating and long. A terrible thing to go through, but one that Yndira had to do. By the time it had ended, Yndira would be everything that her mother was and wasn’t; she would be everything that Villoris had come to hate and so much more.
When they had left Augiery, Villoris angrier than anything and Yndira newly beautiful, a plan was set into motion by her father. As he’d wanted, he’d use her. Not more than two trails after they’d left, he’d dropped his daughter off at a brothel and stated she would not come back home until she had learned. Learned what, she found out soon enough. The whores would be her teachers for the next arc, instructing her in the very basics of seduction and flattery. They shielded her only slightly from the true work, but it wasn’t like she didn’t catch on. She inherited her parents’ smarts and it became evident as the girl of fifteen arcs became accustomed to the place she’d been left.
But she did not spend a full arc in the brothel. She left after two seasons, returning to Augiery to be with her people until the time her father came to retrieve her. From the Naerikk of Augiery, she was further instructed in the art of deception. During this time, she underwent more tattooing sessions that further enhanced her beauty. By the time her father had bothered to retrieve her, she was something else. Something more dangerous than he’d left her as. And this, perhaps, was his second mistake.
He should have left her there.
The two returned to Rharne, where Villoris informed his daughter that her mother was dead. Yndira felt only disappointment for not being there at the time of her death. She’d spent most of her childhood being swept away to sleep by the melody of her mother’s torture. She didn’t even know the Naerikk’s name; her father was sure to never speak it aloud lest she get any sort of ideas.
Villoris would later, only an arc later at least, employ his own daughter to act a favor for any number of influential visitors that took interest in his scholarly work. Grants were important things, you see, and he found it tedious to waste time with an application if he could use other means to secure the money needed. And so, he used Yndira to persuade his would-be sponsors to influence the decision of the grants or to sponsor him directly. They were all quite taken by the girl, if not at first appalled by the idea of one such as Villoris using his child in such a way. But they forgot about that soon enough in her company.
And this is where one could say Villoris made his final mistake. Yndira had developed a certain appetite that was particular to certain kinds of meat. While her self-control kept her in check, she grew to see her father as a feeble and pathetic creature. Enough so that he was no longer her father, but a person she worked for and lived with. Soon enough, it was more like she was doing im a favor. Until finally, she grew bored with his presence in her life.
They would never find him, though. Yndira was very sure of this, considering she didn’t waste any part of him. What she couldn’t eat was used to decorate graves and or was planted for her own supposed good fortune. Dust to dust, right? But she could thank her father for one thing: his clientele. She hitched a ride with one of them, and was soon passed on to their friends and their friends’ friends. It was how she got anywhere, traveling from place to place.
There was a time when she’d taken a short break from this, though. Enjoyable as it was, it just wasn’t here style at the time. It was, what, two-three seasons? It was enough for Yndira to get sick of it and move on, back to the way she’d been. She, seemingly beyond her better judgment, got married. To a savage man in the middle of the woods, of all things. It had more to do with their diets, if anything, that had initially tied Yndira to Sky. She had no fear of being detained by authorities for tearing flesh away from the bone of one of her would-be lovers. While she was not one for being outright violent, she could appreciate him in some respects. At least he kept her fed.
But that was not enough. Yndira had acquired a taste for the finer things in life and Sky was certainly not giving that to her. So, she left. Not a particularly great reason, but anyone else would have left the moment they’d met the savage, so props for sticking it out, right? And at least she'd gotten a fascinating necklace made from wolves' teeth out of it. She picked back up where she had left off, getting herself back into the good graces of the upper echelons of society.
She could say she had a good run, up until the last one. She could never remember his name and had a new pet name for him every day but immortals help her he was more pathetic than her father. So she ate him, releasing him of his stagnant existence that he claimed was brightened by the sight of her countenance ( a line he recycled constantly, daily. It made her sick ). But that attracted some attention. Not the kind of sympathetic attention she’d received when her father had “died,” but the kind that involves the authorities. And, of course, she’s been forced on the move again, but what’s new?
Starter Quest
A strange man seems to be following you, though its impossible to tell any distinguishing features. Is it simply paranoia, or has this man somehow figured out who you are and what you've done?
You hear of your old beau disappearing, and of the search turning up rumours of a girl that was living with him, reasonably close to your description. How many Naerikk can there be in Andaris?
