Name: Reia Remora Ruan
Age: Originally 16, by now she's 20 or so though. O_____o
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Home Dimension: Ezyack
Status: High Priestess
Element: Wind
Hair: Pink
Eyes: Green
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Kekkai Genkai: Kage Souran
Specialty: Flumes/Kaze
Soul Weapon: Aeros
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Bio: Reia was born in a desolate dimension called Ezyack. No one lived their but the Ruans, a strong family of warrior monks and preistess' who protected the balance of unity in their lonely dimension. However, warrles where always soaring around many other times and spaces, zapping up travelers from all worlds and dropping them in Eyzack to meet the Ruans and share with them their skills and talents before being warrled back to their dimension, so the Ruan's where never truley alone. Reia was brought up to be the next high priestess, learning with her Grammama and her Mama for years as her little sister trained with her Grandpapa and Grandaddy to be a cleric. When she was 12, Grammama died from a terrible sickness, and no matter how many times they searched through time, space, and the thousands of dimensions, they could not find a cure, and so Silivia Ruan passed away in her Grandaughters embrace, a smile creased on her pale face.
Reia was torn to shreds, as Grammama was her closet thing to a friend, seeing as Mama always wanted her to be perfect, and never understood a word that came from Reia's mouth, and her sister Raja was always jealous of her because she was picked to be High Preistess, and no matter how hard she tried Reia could not claw past Raja's hard shell, and the two became rivals of a sort. Her Papa and Grandpapa where always with Raj, and in the end, Reia had no one to turn to when her best friend died. She trained and did chores as Mama instructed her, but her heart was in it no more, and she began to draw weary of her hectic life style, not even able to enjoy the daily visits by strangers of many places.
During one of her long days of work at the shrine, however, after working her arse off, Reia decided to run off for a little while, get so peace, seeing as she was ticked off slightly because the poor girl was bored to tears. The truth was, when Grammama was alive, she had been teaching her to fight. Not as a willy-silly little wimpy girl, but as a real fighter, almost like... like a samurai, like in the stories Grammama used to tell her. She didn't really want to be the High Preistess like Raja did. She did not want to spend her days toiling around the shrine and healing her people. She wanted to fight, to feel the wind through her hair, the adrenaline pumping in her veins.
The wind blew around her then, swirling in huge gales towards the north.
'Come...come to me, my darling girl....' The words where whispered across the wind, the sound sweet to her ears as her wide eyes glowed with reconization. "Grammama?" she called out loud, but there was no answer. Dropping everything suddenly, she followed the wind, her Grammama's voice echoing in her head. How she longed to see her again. She followed the gales for hours on end, and soon doubt began to claw in her belly, and she was not sure if she would find her friend at all.
The wind slashed around her violently, the thoughts evaporating from her head in an instant as the smell of hay and fresh grass swirled in her nostrils. Reia glanced around, finding herself in a grassy plain that she had never seen before as the wind began to spiral in the center of the field, spinning faster and faster and making Reia's hair whip around her face, her dress lifting up and hovering, it seemed. Then the wind seemed to call as it took shape, and Reia's mouth went agape and tears of joy sprung to her eyes. "Grammama!" she cried out.
Sure enough, the figure that had formed was none other then Reia's deceased Grammama, smiling at her as warmly as if she was alive.
'Dear Child, you have come....' she whispered, her voice as soft as the breeze that carried the cherry blossoms and as sweet as honey in Reia's ears.
'I know you do not wish to follow in the footsteps of your parents, my child. Your heart aches with the passion for battle, does it not? You seek the thrill of adventure, the pounding of so many emotions screaming through your veins?' Her Grammama questioned, her wise grey eyes observing her Grandaughter, an amused smile on her face, as if she already knew the answer.
Reia nodded, her green eyes burning with her passion as her gaze dropped to the ground in shame. "That is true, Grammama" she admitted, biting her lip.
'Then I shall teach you. Follow the wind here whenever you can slip away from the tasks of your Parents, my dear Grandaughter. I shall teach you the fighting techniques of the Ruan, in even more depth then before. I shall teach you the will of the wind, the strength of the warrior, the heart that beat within all Ruan's. First of, however, there is something I need to give you....' Grammama's voice died off as she motioned her hands quickly, the wind following her command as if she was simply playing with a Yo-yo.
A gale of wind began to twist around Reia, a fresh, musky scent filling her nostrils as her eyes went wide with suprise, the liquid emerald depths looking out into the wind, seeking for the humanly presence she smelt. The wind left her side and her eyes narrowed a bit, not from anger or annoyence, but simply the curiousty that sparkled in her eyes as she did so. It circled infront of her, cycloning like Grammama had done only moments before, untill it became something more... solid then Grammama. Something Reia knew was flesh and blood, and indeed, it was. Before her was a tall albino boy with sweeping white hair that haloed his pale face, his shy eyes studying Reia aswell. He was dressed from head to toe in black and, Reia noticed with a jolt, one of his eyes was deep black, the other a pale white.
[i]'This is Aeros' Grammama began, her spirtual form coming to float beside Aeros' more solid shape.
'He is neither human nor thing, nor element, nor any other thing you can think of' she said, a twinkle in her aged green eyes as she explained.
'He is all, not a controller of wind, but wind itself. He is not completley wind, for he is human, too. Yet he is not completely human, for he is also a weapon' Gramma paused, smiling down at her Grandaughter as she continued.
'Your weapon, for he is yours' Reia started at her, doumbfounded. The thought of this shy-looking boy being all that boggled her mind. "W-weapon?" she managed to stutter, staring at Aeros in disbelief as he looked away shyly, pink tinging his cheeks.
'Show her' Grammama commanded gently, and Aeros looked down before inhaling deeply, his form beginning to shift as he changed, his body becoming something else entirely.
In what seemed to be an instant, Aeros had turned into a well-made staff of onyx and silver infront of her, hovering in the air. It started to fall quickly, and Reia shot her hand out, catching it before it hit the ground. Bringing it closer to her face, she turned it over in awe. "It's beautiful..." she murmured, her emerald eyes shining with joy and appreciation of her gift. "Thank you" a soft voice replied, the syllables vibrating their way through the staff. Reia looked alarmed untill she realised it was only Aeros, and this was one of the many things she was going to have to get used to. She then got down on one knee and bowed to her Grammama. "Thank you, Grammama. I shall return to you tommorrow" she promised, getting up and carrying Aeros under her arm, walking away from the beautiful field as the sun warmed her shoulders. Grammama smiled, dissolving once more into wind that swept around Reia, leading her home.
When Reia arrived home, everything seemed eerily quiet and empty. Pushing through the rice-paper doors, she bit her lower lip, her lip ring bouncing at the movement, though she ignored it. "Mama?" she called out, glancing into Mama's room. Nobody was in there, and it struck her as odd. "Papa?" she called, her voice sick with worry now as she entered the kitchen. Her voice choked off then, and she clasped her hands over her mouth, warm tears starting to fall from her eyes as her eyes seemed to shake in their sockets.
Raja, Grandpapa, Papa, Mama.... All their bodies where lieing there, on the kitchen floor, without a trace of life left in a single one of them. They were all brutally torn apart and ard to identify, intestines and entrails leaking from their bodies as blood soaked the wood paneling of the floor, lapping at the bottoms of her shoes as she dared a step forward, leaning over the bodies of her family. "Al arabono..." she whispered softly, speaking the native word for 'My Family' as one of her tears hit thr floor. "Oh, Reia dear, why do you cry so?" came a mocking voice from behind her as Reia's muscles tensed, every molucle in her body screaming at her to run, run as fast as she could, to anywhere that was not
here.
She turned around, standing as she faced the stranger. "Who are y-" she stopped herself mid-sentence, biting back her tounge. He was in a human form, but it was easy enough to tell who he was. He looked like an angel, with features so soft and so delicate they could belong to but a child, a rippling set of muscles across his bare upper body, and a pair of nearly featherless wings emerging from his shoulders, colored as the night sky was, matching his flowing long hair. It was Hyozo, the World Eater who had terrorized Ezyack so many years ago, and it had been her Grammama's Grammama who had sealed him away in the underground of Ezyack all those years ago, yet there he stood, infront of her. He came up to her, stealing a kiss from her lips, his eyes narrowed and vemounous as her whispered in her ear words Reia would never forget. "Run. Run now, and you shall live your life until I seek you down and make you my bride. Refuse, and you shall die as your family did. Now run, run fast, and do not come back until you are willing to become mine. Or perhaps I shall find you...?" he suggested jokingly, dissapearing in a thick, poisnous smog.
Reia covered her eyes and closed her mouth, running as she had been told, heading for one of the wharlls. She needed to get away, and she needed to get away now. The tears stung her face and her eyes and cheeks where red and puffy, but even though she ran through the forest with it's comforting scents, all she could see was her family, lieing in shreds on her floor, they're blood soaked on her shoes, the nauseating sensation of Hyozo's lips on hers. She squeezed her eyes shut as she ran through a wharll, the light soaking into her pores. She never wanted to remeber this moment again.
---Reality Arc
Friends from the start, Sadako and Reia requested a castle in the Reality. Soon after, though, Sadako met Maze, and went to live with him after their marriage. (not done)
Reia was left alone at their Twilight Palace, kept company only by her wind sprites. The two friends lost most contact after that, and it was quite a shock to Reia when she found out her friend had died.
In disbelief, she started to search for her friend across space and time. Now she has wharlled herself into Escellia, in search of her last friend, the sister Raja had never been.
Sun May 30, 2010 12:18 am by 
Subject: {Reia} Avatar of Wind; High Priestess of Ezyack{Ruan} 
