Daleria Sunfire
Dayla - Sunfire- Sunfire, -
“Is this my life?”
“Am I meant to give in to this?”
“Is this what I want”
Daleria look at Faefine and a sad smile formed on her face as she broke it off with Faefine and ran away from home. She began to adventure and travel the world not as a noble on a mission but as a person. Eventually she began to explore other planes and end up in the Fey wild. As Daleria learned the rules of the fey she met Nightgale. They were scouted by an Arch Fey and asked to join in the hunt of angels when they enter the beast lands, they were met with monsters that were from the mountain. After a few years Nightgale and Daleria had been dating on and off. They also recruited more people into their little party. After a few more years getting used to fighting in the beast lands and hunting angels they were attack by a horde of them and they killed three people in the group. Stevonnie Daleria current love and the father to Daleria and their kid. Both were unaware at the time and Daleria remain unaware till the vital injuring of herself. Nightgale carry her far and wide. Until a great Wyrm appear to them and offer a deal a life for a life. Nightgale agree think it was their life they were giving up but it was the future life of an unborn child. As Daleria woke up from her near-death state she was met with horrible pain as her baby Daleria ripped from her womb as the Wyrm ate it. The pain cause Daleria to awaken to her Powers within her. She flew into a rage but couldn’t kill the monster. After this the Wyrm made her life hell.
When it all came to a front when a giant angel drops on both Daleria and Nightgale. Daleria ready to fight for her life. Before she knew it, she was pushed out of the way and into a portal leaving her dear friend behind. She found herself in a small town south of Mannin capital. An old lady took her in. when Daleria realized the angel couldn’t hunt her anymore she broke and did nothing but cry for all the pain she went through. She stays in the village for a year before joining up with a Vistana group that rolled through the town. She traveled with them before she met up with an old lover Faefine and travel through the mist with them and met many new friends. After the adventure in Strand’s domain the we sent back to the fey and where they found their friend Nightgale Under the control of the angels the Wyrm offer to free Nightgale exchange for Daleria Patroness. The creature that took her child that stole everything she want to hold dear. She looked at her old friend and took its offer but little did she know that the deal old returned her body to Daleria not the soul of the person. She was nothing more then an advanced zombie. It could talk and had the memories of Nightgale but it wasn’t her and the Wyrm made sure that Daleria knew that. She continue to hunt creatures in the Feywild she returned to the prime plane hearing of a great threat to the realm. She explore the world trying to learn what had happened during her time away she later met up with Susza and learned that they planed on going into the dragon garden. She traveled with Susza and Faefine as they went deeper into the garden finding the core of the garden. The party was unable to help Susza as she sent them away before they could help her. After which Daleria focus on her training pushing herself further and further wanted to get revenge for Susza. After a few months of training the party leave to a rundown town where they are attacked by some spell caster but they are able to deal with her but due to a blunder a black hole was releasees from its magical case as it began to eat away at the planet Daleria rushed forward and pray to her god to help them and help he did. He trapped the black hole causing the sky to be stuck in twilight. During some down time after the fight the party explore some finding a demon and started talking to it. While they were talking to a gnoll demon in the basement of the house. they alerted to Daleria Faefine Senna and Nightgale fighting with Archimedes. As the rest of the party joined in they had a long battle but once they “killed” him he spun back up as the realization dawn on them that he can’t die the party decide to run. As the party ran his armies that had been laying and waiting for his signal rushed from the woods and became to chase them. As they were getting ready to escape Wyott was grab by Archimedes and stole into the woods. Daleria rush to save her friend she tackles Archimedes and swapped place with her taking the wrist watch and the rest teleporting away.
After a few days Daleria was able to get away for a short time where she is spotted by some of the party on a scout mission. She is quickly attacked by members of Archimedes army as they attack her and senna acacious and Elara. This fight led to the death of Elara senna and her. Before long Daleria was brought back with several other party members. As they all fled to Brittany to escape Archimedes’. As they all hide away the party ready for the final battle but instead of joining them Daleria stayed and defend Brittany from an attack. After the battle were over several people died including Nightgale given her life to defend a village. Daleria returned to learn her friends and family had died killing Archimedes and his army. After which the kingdom of Brittany named them heroes but Daleria did not have enough when most of the reminder of the party left Avalon to the new kingdom to the east Daleria stayed hunting down all follows of the cult that formed after Archimedes’ death the cult of the grand raven. She hunted them and killed any infected with a plague that spread after the death of magic. Now she is a legend that cultist tell each other to scare them into staying away during guard shift but sometime they do disappear into the night. Never to be seen again.
Relationships
History
Faefine was one of my first loves… and a part of me will always miss what we had. They were my anchor in a way I didn’t even realize at the time—steady, kind, unwavering. Being with them felt like home, like maybe I could finally stop running and just be. But when they asked me to marry them… I panicked. I told myself it was too soon, that I wasn’t ready, but the truth is, I was terrified. Not of them, not of commitment, but of myself. I had spent so long running—running from my past, from my fears, from the parts of myself I didn’t want anyone to see. When Faefine asked me to settle down, to build a life together, it felt like they were asking me to stop running. And I couldn’t. Not then. Not when I felt like I didn’t even know who I was outside of the fight to survive. So I ran. I left them standing there with their heart in their hands, and I’ve regretted it every day since. I didn’t just break their heart; I betrayed the trust and love they had so freely given me. Faefine deserved someone who could love them the way they loved me—someone who wouldn’t hesitate, who wouldn’t let fear and doubt get in the way. They’ve moved on, and I’m happy for them. Truly. But sometimes I wonder if they know how much I hated myself for the way I treated them. I’ve thought about apologizing, about trying to explain, but what could I possibly say that would make it right? ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to love you the way you deserved’? It feels hollow. The truth is, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to settle down. Maybe it’s everything I’ve been through, all the scars I carry that no one else can see. Maybe it’s the fear of what might happen if I let myself love someone so completely again. Whatever it is, it wouldn’t be fair to Faefine. They deserve a love that’s whole, not one haunted by the ghosts of my past. So I stay away. I keep my distance and tell myself it’s for the best, that they’re better off without me in their life. But every now and then, I catch myself thinking about them—the way they used to look at me like I was the only thing that mattered, the way they made me feel like maybe I wasn’t so broken after all. I hope they’ve found that kind of love with someone else. I hope they’re happy. And I hope they know… I’m sorry. I’ll always be sorry."
History
Naoise is probably my closest friend in the party. It’s strange, though, because we don’t talk as much as I’d like. She’s quiet, reserved, and has this air of detachment about her that makes it hard to know what she’s thinking sometimes. But I know she cares—about me, about the party, about all of us—more than she’d ever admit. She acts cold, like she doesn’t feel much, but I’ve seen the little moments where her kindness shines through. I think Victor softened her a lot in the short time they had together. He brought out a side of her I didn’t even know existed. I’ve never seen her smile as much as she did when she was with him. It was like he pulled her out of the shell she’d built around herself, reminding her that life could be more than just survival and duty. I didn’t realize how much I wanted that for her until I saw it. Victor was a great man. A good man. He should have had more time—they should have had more time. The way Naoise looked at him… it was like she finally found someone who saw her for who she really was and loved her for it. It’s not fair. None of this is. I’ll admit, I still don’t know exactly how I feel about Naoise. Sometimes, I wonder if I could feel something deeper for her. Other times, I think that might just be admiration or the bond we’ve built over time. Either way, it doesn’t matter now. Victor was her world, and even if he’s gone, I wouldn’t dream of stepping into that space. What I do know is that Naoise deserves better—better than the hand life has dealt her, better than the pain she carries. Victor and Naoise and their family deserve the world, and if I can do anything to make that happen, I will. I hope we get a chance to slow down one day, to step back from all this chaos. I want to see what Naoise does when she’s not weighed down by everything we’re facing. I want to know who she becomes when she’s free. Until then, I’ll be here, watching her back, and doing whatever I can to help her find some peace."
History
Acacious Hummfawn "I haven’t known him long, but I can see why the girls adore him, and why Matthias and Elara hold him so close to their hearts. Acacious is a carefree spirit, a whirlwind of laughter and warmth who loves with a depth that’s almost overwhelming. Perhaps he loves too fiercely for his own good, wearing his heart on his sleeve in a world that’s all too ready to take advantage of such openness. But it’s that earnestness, that unwavering desire to see the best in others, that makes him special. He has a good heart—unshakable in its kindness—and I hope the world never snuffs out that light. If I’m honest, his presence eases the loss of Victor, though it’s a different kind of bond. Acacious doesn’t replace the weight Victor carried in our group, but he brings his own balance to us, and I think we need that."
History
Elara… I think she’s going to become one of the greats in the adventuring world. She’s already such a commanding presence, a force to be reckoned with. Power radiates from her—not just magical, but the kind of power that comes from knowing your worth and not being afraid to take up space. It’s inspiring, but it’s also terrifying. I’ve seen this path before. Susza was the same way. Faefine’s mother—she was unstoppable, larger than life, called upon by kings and queens, feared by her enemies, and revered by all who knew of her. But in chasing that status, in becoming a name that echoed across continents, she lost herself. She became a monster—not just to others, but to those she loved, to Faefine. The person she was, the kind and caring soul that once existed, was consumed by the relentless race to be the best. I don’t want that to happen to Elara. I’m scared it will. Elara is kind, loving, and so deeply cared for. She has this warmth to her that draws people in, that makes you want to be better just by being around her. But I can see the pull of ambition in her too. The desire to prove herself, to become more than what she already is. And while there’s nothing wrong with ambition, there’s a cost to it, one that I’ve seen paid far too many times. Elara, you’re a powerful and commanding force, but that’s not all you are. You’re not just what you can do, the power you wield, or the name you make for yourself. You’re loved—for your kindness, your heart, and the person you are when no one’s watching. Please don’t lose that. Don’t lose yourself to the race to become something you already are: extraordinary. I don’t want to lose you, Elara. Not like I lost Susza. I know the world will call on you, and you’ll answer because that’s who you are. But remember, you don’t have to give all of yourself to the world. Keep some of you for you—for us, for the people who love you. Please."
History
"I don’t get to spend much time with Matthias, but I can tell he’s a great leader. There’s a quiet strength about him, the kind of presence that doesn’t demand attention but earns respect all the same. I see why Susza chose him to lead the group. She always had an eye for people who could rise to the occasion, and Matthias fits that perfectly. He doesn’t talk as much as someone like Elara or command the room in the same way, but his actions speak louder than words ever could. He always puts the group first, making decisions with their best interests at heart. Even when he doesn’t take the lead directly, it’s clear he’s the one guiding us. There’s something steadying about having him around, like no matter how chaotic things get, Matthias will keep us grounded. I don’t know him as well as I’d like, but I know this much—he’s going to do great things for this group. One day, I hope to read about him in history books, his name written alongside the legends of our time. And when that day comes, I’ll be proud to say I fought beside him."
History
"The only man who truly scares me to face in a normal fight. Senna has a quiet strength, and there’s something about him—something steady, unyielding—that makes me respect him as much as I fear him. He might be the nicest man you’ll ever meet, though you wouldn’t know it by the way he carries himself. He doesn’t wear his kindness openly, but it’s there, woven into his actions and the way he looks after the party. He’s the backbone of this group, the one who keeps them from falling into the abyss that adventuring can bring. But it’s a fine line, and I fear for him. He’s too much like me, too willing to sacrifice himself if it means saving everyone else. I know that path—it’s one I’ve walked too many times, and I won’t let him fall into the same darkness. Senna has a reason to stay now. Rowan. They give each other something precious, something grounding. He can’t lose himself to the shadows, not when he has someone who needs him, someone who loves him. And I won’t let him forget that. Not while I’m still here. Maybe it’s selfish, but I need him to stay whole—for Rowan, for the party, and for himself. He’s more than a savior. He’s a friend, a leader, and someone who deserves to live for more than just others. I’ll do everything I can to make sure he remembers that." Daleria is... complicated. She’s like the storm before the calm—an unstoppable force of will wrapped in a layer of chaos and pain. She carries so much weight on her shoulders, more than I think even she realizes. I see her trying to hold it all together, trying to be the strong one for everyone else, but I know what’s underneath. I know that strength comes with a cost, and I’m afraid of how much she’s already paid. She’s like family to me, though. Maybe even more than that. She’s the older sister I never asked for but desperately needed. She’s stubborn as hell, and she’ll fight tooth and nail to protect what she cares about. But she also has this softness to her that she hides so well—like she’s scared to let anyone see it. I’ve caught glimpses of it in the way she looks at Rowan, at Wyott, even at me. She’s got a big heart, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. But Daleria... gods, she’s reckless. She’ll throw herself into danger without a second thought if it means saving someone else. I’ve seen it happen too many times, and every time, it makes my chest tighten. I can’t lose her—not like that. I won’t. She’s too important, to me and to this whole messed-up group we’ve found ourselves in. I think, deep down, she’s still running from something. Maybe it’s her past, maybe it’s herself. I don’t know, but I see it in her eyes sometimes—a flicker of doubt, of fear. She won’t let anyone help her, not really. It’s like she thinks she doesn’t deserve it. But she does. She deserves more than this endless cycle of pain and sacrifice she’s trapped herself in. I want to tell her that it’s okay to lean on us, that it’s okay to let someone else carry the weight for a while. But I know she’d just scoff and brush me off like she always does. Still, I’ll keep trying. Because for all her flaws and all her stubbornness, I care about her. She’s my sister in all the ways that matter, and I’m not going to let her drown in her own storm. Daleria, if you’re listening to this somehow, know that I see you. I see your pain, your strength, your love, even when you think you’re hiding it. And I’ll be here, standing by your side, no matter what. Because that’s what family does, even when you’re too damn stubborn to admit you need them."
History
"Rowan is a stronger woman than I could ever hope to be. She carries a pain in her eyes, one she seems almost oblivious to, or perhaps she’s just learned to live with it in a way I never could. Despite it all, she is always the first to rise, to push herself, to fight for the others without hesitation. It’s inspiring and humbling, and it leaves me wondering how she manages to carry so much weight and still move forward. Senna has been good for her, I think. Not in the sense of softening her—that isn’t the right word—but more that he’s reminded her of something vital. He’s shown her that she’s worth loving, that she doesn’t have to shoulder the world alone. It’s a strength I envy, to let someone see all your scars and still stand tall. I don’t know how they ever saw me as the strong one. Every day, they prove they’re stronger than I’ll ever be, not just in body but in heart and spirit. Rowan especially—she moves through the world like a force of nature, relentless and unyielding, and I admire her more than I’ll ever admit aloud. But I see the pain in her eyes, even if she doesn’t. I wish I could take it from her, ease it somehow, but I know better than to believe it’s that simple. All I can do is be here, to remind her that she doesn’t have to bear it all alone. She deserves the world, as does everyone in this party, and if there’s one thing I can still do, it’s to make sure they see just how extraordinary they are."
History
"Wyott feels like the closest thing I have to another brother. He’s headstrong, reckless at times, with a knack for getting into the dumbest situations just because he felt like it. And yet, I wouldn’t trade him for the world. There’s something about his energy, that light in his eyes—it’s contagious, and it makes me want to believe things can be better, even when everything feels heavy. I care about Wyott deeply, like an older sister would, though I’d never admit it to his face. I see too much of myself in him—how he tries to hide his feelings behind that carefree smile, how he carries the weight of the world alone even when he doesn’t have to. If I could say anything to him, it would be this: 'Hey, Wyott, it’s okay to feel things. It’s okay to let yourself feel, and you don’t have to do it all alone.' I want him to be happy, to take care of himself in the way he deserves. He has so much to give, and he doesn’t even realize it. If I could, I’d shield him from all the pain and keep him safe from the world, but I know that’s not my place. Still, I’ll be here for him, however I can. He’s family to me, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see him thrive."
A kind and caring person who protects her friends to no end and will always lie down her life for those who love her.
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