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The Vaush-Sàriia are unique to themselves, all brothers, born to a wyzard and his wife, a vaush (feline) turned into a Sàriian (humanoid) by an accident of magic. The brothers' mother was not entirely altered as the spell was faulty; while she became a tall, lovely woman, she still kept her vaush eyes, ultra-fine, fur-like hair (though no fur on her), and other feline attributes. Among the most obvious of these attributes, though it didn't show until she went into labour, was the fact she bore a litter, all boys, and died in the process. Their father died with her, inwardly, and 15 years later a miscast spell finished him completely. The boys, however, were more than adept at taking care of themselves and were not present when their father was killed, but found his body days later when they returned from a merchants' fair far to the north. He was buried next to his wife, though the children hardly mourned, for none of them truly knew him as he'd withdrawn so utterly into himself and neglected them when their mother passed away. They raised and taught themselves many things, and because of their origins, they possess certain abilities passed down from both parents.
All the brothers can claim their mother's cat-like hearing, reflexes, speed, strength, enhanced scensory capabilities, and even retractable claws. They have outstanding prowess in hunting, silence, stealth, and leaping to amazing heights. The left eye on each of them is slitted and reflective, like a cat's. Magic flows in their veins, and each is highly sensitive to its presence around them, or if it's been used at all. Their own blood counters many spells and forms of magic, neutralizing it, but neither can they use magic, except for Vallen in an odd twist of fate, and might even adversly affect magic-wielding items such as amulets or talismans. Some types of magic can be effectual on them, but only the strongest kinds, and even then the effect may not be the desired one. They will be extremely long-lived, but are made of flesh and blood, and can be killed as any might. All the brothers are skilled in weapons, but have their preferences.
The first born, he's also the tallest, easily 6 feet, 7 inches tall, with long blonde hair and brown eyes. He's often quiet, simply an imposing presence, and tends to growl a lot at those who talk too much. His weapon of choice is the spear, and he knows well how to use it. A natural leader, the others look to him for guidance. Powerful, often moody, always soft-spoken in a voice that seems rarely used, Kurgen lets his actions, rather than his words, speak for him.
The second born and the only one of them who can use magic, though it's not the strongest of skills, Vallen is fairly open, friendly, and normally in a good humour. He prefers no weapons, but is extremely skilled in the use of his throwing knives and daggers. He stands at about 6 feet, 2 inches, with heavy auburn hair and brown eyes. His magics are self-taught, as his father's were, making him a wyzard.
Third-born Dagan is the scholar of the brothers, the thinker, and often simply observes rather than acts or interferes. He's the scroll keeper, scribing the history of his family as is the way among the Sàriia. A very talented tailor, almost always calm and collected, his weapon of choice is the long sword. He measures in at 6 feet even, has flowing honey brown hair and warm gold brown eyes.
Almost the youngest, he's also the one with the biggest mouth and is usually in trouble of some sort. He doesn't offer respect unless it's earned, is generally in a wonderful mood, likes to laugh and tends towards sharper remarks. About 5'10", his long brown hair is sunstreaked in blondes and his bright blue eyes dance merrily more often than not. He highly favours his bow and arrows, is an excellent marksman and sharpshooter.
There is one other brother who is not featured here; his name is Kyv'n, he's the youngest. His mate, Teardust, has requested he not be added to this page, stating he is simply too devastatingly good-looking and she doesn't want to bother having to potentially damage her favorite spear beating away all the clamoring women. Teardust has always been a very sweet liar.
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