Dame Solan

From Changeling Venue

This character is not sanctioned for play, this is being used as a placeholder for when the items and ideas here can be approved.

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1 Overview
2 History
3 Associations & Associates
4 Quotes
5 Rumors
6 OOC Info

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Overview

Name: Dame Solan
Also known as: The Sun Knight, The Dragon Knight
Title(s): The Aurum Knight
Original Name/Legal Name: Stephanie Conner, Phoebe Conner
Location: Columbia, Missouri - USA
Age: Solan appears in her late twenties, and has since her emergence from Arcadia in the mid 1990’s.
Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Draconic
Court: Summer
Entitlement: Sacred Band of the Golden Standard
Motley: Open
Keeper: Open
Concept: Arrogant Knight, Hedge Guide
Key Traits: Striking Looks 4, Mantle (Summer) 4, Hedgespun Armor: Plate mail in a gold scale design.
Physical description:
Real World - Phoebe is a tall, imposing woman usually wearing a flak jacket and combat fatigues. Her skin is deeply tanned and her hair is bleached to a warm blond color. Her eyes are a startling amber with golden flecks that float in the iris.
Mien - Solan is hardly ever seen out of her armor, a beautifully designed set of plate mail decorated as golden dragon scales.Although comfortable in hand to hand fighting, Solan is almost never seen without a weapon of some sort, even if only a dagger or dirk in her boot. Her eyes have a narrow slit pupil set in a white-less iris of sun-bright yellow. A mottling of small gold scales trace patterns over her body, though usually only those on her face may be seen. Her hair is the color of burnished gold and is kept in a short raven-cut. A soft glow seems to encompass her at all times, granting her an unearthly and impressive air.

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History

To Arcadia and Back Again

Stephanie was the middle of five children in the late 1950's. As the ultimate middle child, Stephanie did everything she could to stand out from her other siblings, eventually running away from home her junior year of high school and making her way around the country through hitchhiking and backpacking. When she was 19 she fell in with a splinter group of Gardnerians whose pursuit of the occult and magic had taken a decidedly sinister twist. At first Stephanie was welcomed in as the "little sister" of the group, treated better than most of the other members by the leadership and taught the fundamentals of their particular brand of paganism. Stephanie had become quite lonely in her traveling and the lure of both companionship and the special esteem the group seemed to place in her earned them a quick loyalty. As the group moved farther and farther away from any sort of moral compass, Stephanie found herself questioning the methods and goals of the leadership and just why exactly they had wanted her, an outsider with nothing really to offer them, in their little band. She lacked the will to openly question her leaders, though, and simply went about the tasks she was given with a fearful heart.

After almost a year with the group she finally found out. The leadership of the group told the members to prepare for a Great Ritual, in which they would call on one of the Old Gods to grant them supernatural powers and dominion in the world. They were told to purify themselves and bring gifts to the Ritual for the Old Gods they would call. Stephanie was given the task of preparing the ritual space itself and told not to worry about providing a gift. Still the follower and well under the charismatic spell of the group leader, Stephanie did as she was told. She was told she would be acting as the High Priestess during the ritual, and was given passages in an unknown language to memorize and recite during the ritual.

Much to the surprise of nearly every member of the group, they did actually manage to catch the attention of a powerful entity with their Great Ritual, a True Fae amused at these mere children playing at magic. The leader of the group, a more savvy and heartless individual than the others knew, offered the True Fae Stephanie in return for immortality and the adoration of the public. The Fae, still amused at the particular audacity of this mortal, agreed, turning the man into a heart-sized flawless diamond. The Fae decided that diamond was beautiful, far more beautiful than the leader or any of his followers besides Stephanie were, and proceeded to turn the rest of the group into other large precious stones. After collecting them and the shell-shocked young 'gift', the Fae returned to Arcadia and crafted Stephanie into a large dragon to guard the stones and other precious items the True Fae collected from the mortal world.

Stephanie, given new form, was still a follower at heart and took her new duties with a resigned sigh and the rustle of new wings. Over the years she learned to love her new form, but each new treasure put under her guardianship reminded her of their fleshly origin. They reminded her that she was once 'girl' and 'human' and 'daughter' and 'sister' and 'friend', and as the days (or what pass for days in Arcadia) passed, she began to ache for 'home' and 'family'. Her owner listened to her stories of strange thoughts and near memories and reminded her that her duty was to her Keeper; her Keeper had told her to stay and guard stones, not dream of freedom or the past.

Time and Arcadia had changed Stephanie, though, and the draconic nature that had become her being chafed at this reprimand. She began to dream more often of her abandoned family and the life she had just begun when she was offered up as a prize for an ill- worded wish. She began looking for a way back. Three times she tried to escape: The first a child's plan to simply fly away from her Keeper's domain, and for this her Keeper rent her wings leaving them painful and there but utterly useless. The second attempt was one of cunning, where she hid a treasure deep in the mountains of her purview and told her Keeper that it had been stolen while she was sleeping. "I must regain my honor and your love," she told the Fae. "Let me go search for the jewel and return it to you." But the mountains had sworn Contracts with her Keeper and whispered what the grounded dragon had done. For this her Keeper took her eyes, that she could not even look upon the beauty of what she guarded any longer. The third attempt was one of desperation, a blind strike at her Keeper with the claws and fangs the Fae had given her, but no flesh was rent, and no heart torn from her Keeper's breast. For this final insult she (for she no longer remembered the name she had once borne) her claws and teeth, her beautiful scales and gilded crests, the serpentine body that had been as much her pride as the treasures she guarded, were sundered from her and she was left a pale weakling thing in the withering gaze of her Keeper.

She was ordered back to her Keeper's treasure, to find a way to guard them blind and small, or else she would remain so for the rest of eternity. Groping her way outside her Keeper's palace she lifted her face to feeling of warmth that fell across her in the doorway.

There must be another way, she thought desperately to herself.

There is. The reply was like a warm caress on her mind. Your own.

She paused, startled at a response. I don't understand, she pushed the probing thought towards the warmth.

She felt a sigh of hot wind pass over her mind. I have watched you, small mortal, as you played with your baubles and learned to fly. You brought me some amusement, and my Contract with your Keeper is only to shine brightly upon the land, so I will offer you a small insight: You have always done what you are told. Only three times have you exercised your own will upon you life in this place, and for it you have lost all you thought you loved here. What more are you willing to sacrifice for your freedom?

I have lost the sky, my eyes, even my scales. What more could they take from me? Tears stung her face, falling from empty sockets.

Much, changeling, much. But you misunderstood the question. I did not ask what the Fae would take from you, I asked what you were willing to sacrifice. The voice was stronger now, nearly searing across her mind.

I have nothing left to give, not even my name, the former dragon nearly wailed her frustration and anger.

Your name? Would you give this up, your True Name, to be a slave to the one who had it, if it meant escape from Arcadia? The voice was scorching now, she was certain her skin was burning.

"No!" The answer tore from her lips as her fear burst into a rage long smoldering in her heart. "No more! I've given enough! NO MORE!"

Then that is our pledge, little dragon. I will show you freedom, I will grant you sight and return you to the land you came from, but in return you must never again bow your head to another. You must remember the lesson you have learned here, to chart your own path through the sky, to be your own light. Swear this on your True Name, and you will have your freedom.

By my True Name, so I swear!

I am purposely leaving her back-story once she got out of the Hedge out until I have finalized all character ties. Then I will come back and fill that part in.

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Associations & Associates

Feel free to add yourself to anything here; I'm open to most any sort of tie.
Motley

Allies

Inducted Sir Alexandre du Y'sera into the The Sacred Band of the Golden Standard.
Inducted Sir Stephen Daedalus into the The Sacred Band of the Golden Standard.

Friend of Pawn of Kansas City.

Lovers

Rivals

Adversaries