::Cont'd:: Mavriel's stance is regal as if she had been brought up as a princess. The silken robes draping her fragile figure also gave this impression. They seem to have many layers which hid her true figure from a prying furre's eyes. The first layer hugs to her plummage and the neck extended to her collar bone. This layer is a lighter blue and thinnest. Over that is a long, darker blue tunic. The neckline is low but the first layer hides suggestion. The tunic is embroidered with soft yellow and orange designs depicting images that look to be like flowers. The waist of the tunic is choked with a long sash that extends almost to the groud. The sash is similarly embroidered except the designs are much more frequent and fancy. The tunic extends the length of the sash. The third layer is a duster that is also the same length as the tunic. It is the same color blue and is slightly transparent.

::OOC Information:: This information is to be found out by IC roleplay.

Age: Unknown

Home: Castle Ardor

Exact Height: 6'4"

Mate: None

History: Was born to unknown parents in the Ardor wilderness several hundred years ago. She was saved by a traveling company of royal knights since the feral wolves of the forest are known to find Phoenix eggs a raw treat. She grew up in Castle Ardor never to know another of her species. She was taught how to act, how to dress, and the skills of a seamstress. Fighting and the use of magic was kept the knights and warlocks of Ardor; she was never interested in them anyway. Upon her first death no one knew if she'd remember all they had taught her. The castle attendants were saddened until a sparkle of recognition shown in her blue eyes of her "mother"; an aging female lion who was in the party of knights of which found Mavriel's egg. As the "second" Mavriel grew things came back to her and she learned things the first time of which she was taught in her previous "life." She cycled like this and saw many deaths of those she loved and took care of the castle offspring as a family. Each of her lives became slightly longer as the magic of her species grew within her.

Soon, Ardor and its surrounding area was attacked by the pirate menace growing underneath its streets. The pirates claimed the city and it began decaying. However, underneath the streets the pirates lived and kept up their life as a home. The castle was surprisingly forgotten; already pillaged of its goods and Mavriel lived... with the ghosts of those who were lost and the pirates underneath her feet.

Immunity: Fire

Skills: Unable to fight with any weapon or use any spells because of the way she was brought up. (See Mavriel's "Immortality" for more.)

Mavriel's "immortality": She will not die of old age. She will not die if set ablaze. Both of these things will just cause her to be "reborn." However, physical wounds will harm her and can even kill her. She has not learned to use her flames to be able to heal as of yet.