Name:	Shaien (SHY-en)
Gender:	Female
Age:	78 (Level 4)
Species:	Sky Kaasht
Height:	7'3"
Length:	7'
Base Colour:	Blue
Colour Ability:	Lightning Bolt
Species Abilities:	Falcon Eyes
Other Abilities:	Fast Wing, Invisibility, Find Food, Silent Glide, Call Rain, Reflex, Levitate, Track, Hiding Cloud, Healing Touch, Feather Call, Levin Bolt, Lightning Dragon, Link, Telepathy
Appearance:	Shaien was born with a great coat of fur; thick, shiny even when not cared for, and a lovely shade of deep blue. Her muscles, worked from her years of flying and of slavery, are lithe, but almost too thin, since she is somewhat malnourished. There are white markings on each of her hindquarters, the very top of each of her front legs, and across the base of her neck, on the back. On her hindquarters and front legs, the markings are identical, although the front ones are smaller and face towards the back instead of down: each consists of five teardrop-shaped spots, tipped in silver at the point. The largest is in the middle and faces down, flanked by two slightly smaller ones that each point outwards. A much smaller teardrop is placed in between the large one and each middle-sized one, also pointing downwards at an angle. Across the base of her neck, there is a large marking shaped like a pair of wings with four tips (also silver), and each wing covers about half of each of her shoulder, with the top tip extending to the middle of her neck. Shaien's most distinguishing feature, of course, are the ugly red scars, jarring terribly with the rest of her peaceful color scheme, that remain in place of where her wings used to be. Her eyes are as grey as a storm cloud, white tufts tip each of her ears, and her glare stripe is also white.
History:	Before Shaien learned to walk, her clan used to say, she learned to fly. Every second that she could, she'd use her birthright to the fullest, even if it was only to glide a few feet. Her sole joy was in flying, and she found walking to be rather dull indeed. Fellow kits in the Clan would rarely hold flying races with her even though she was always trying to coax them into doing it: she would always win. When Shaien was gliding over the plains of Tyrne one day, she suddenly felt something painfully nick her in the thigh. Looking down to see what was going on, she noticed three Plains underneath her and turned in midair, feeling uneasy and just a bit afraid; they seemed to be shooting at her, true, but she was in the air! Nothing could hurt her while she was flying! Or so she thought... The three Plains continued to follow her for a mile or two, then, finding she wasn't tiring out, started violently assualting her with all that they could. Fire, grass blades sharp as glass, and all sorts of other things were hurled her way. Frantic, Shaien decided to land in the mountains only two more miles or so away and hide from the Plains. However, one of the rocks that they threw connected with her head; completely knocked out, she plummeted from her home, the sky. When Shaien awoke, it was to coarse, rough yells and a terrible pain in her shoulders, head, and tail. She opened her eyes and discovered that she was in a crate, cargo on a cart that hit every bump in the road as hard as it could. The crate was so cramped that she couldn't move her tail, limbs, or wings, so she had to endure the painful journey curled up in a ball, with her neck turned father than it should have been able to. Soon enough, the cart stopped and the crate was hurled to the ground and opened. Utterly relieved, with no thoughts whatsoever about what was outside, Shaien leaped stiffly out of the crate into the streets of Varag and tried to spread her wings so she could fly away. But something was wrong... her wings weren't unfolding. She painfully turned her head to examine her wings and see what had happened, then let out a terrified scream. Her wings were gone. Replaced by two ugly red scars. Gone. There was no way that she could possibly fly again. Gone. Wailing, Shaien flailed her arms, legs, and tail frantically, not knowing what she could possibly do - she'd never been caught on the ground like this before! - and was immediately restrained by a burly Plains. He put her in the front of his stand like a common possession, and she was almost immediately snatched up by another Plains who completely ignored her wails and cries for help. For years and years Shaien was kept as a slave, having to endure verbal, physical, and mental abuse along with the trauma of losing her wings. She was known as the "dirty Sky" in the household, and was always blamed for anything that happened. Things were thrown at her. Kaasht battered her for no reason. But without her wings... she barely even cared what happened to her. Shaien sank into a state of depression made worse by her constant confinement as a slave. Once or twice she tried to escape, but she was quickly subdued and beaten by her masters, and she never tried it again. Eventually, Shaien was rescued by the Shirokarr and stayed with them for a while, but every time she saw a Sky with wings, she felt a knife of envy and grief to her heart. She left about a month after her stay with them, and roamed Tryne as she does today, searching for something. Shaien takes up temporary residences, usually in the mountains, and tends to shy away from other kaasht, especially Skies: she fears their pity at her crippled state. However, no matter where she goes, Shaien constantly searches for a Plateau kaasht that she can Link with and fly again, even if it's only synthetic flight.
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