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I'm the Guild Leader of Requiem of Eternal Naught, and we'll probably return in GW2.
1055 AE - It was a time of peace in Ascalon. A young Kio was born, and grew up in a relative peace. Of course there were battles with the Charr, but she didn't realize what was going on. When the charr invaded with the Searing in 1070 AE, Kio stayed behind to help her dying parents. She only learned how to control fire at the age of 15, but at age 17, she left with Prince Rurik for Kryta. In time, she traveled across Tyria, and met a wonderful man. Her exploits with the shadows of the Shiverpeaks earned her the name Guardia Azure-Shadow. As she grew older, she personally took interest in the human mini-settlement around the Pale Tree, taking refuge from all the war she had seen. Kryta was covered in blood, a god was killed in Elona, the entire continent of Cantha had been overrun by a plague that killed many citizens, including the half-brother of the Emperor... Tyria was a place of war. She grew old and died in the sanctuary, though her children went on to live elsewhere. What happened of them, nobody knows. Some historical records show that they have lived on, becoming one with the Asura through the Avatar project. Other records say they stayed behind when their father went to stay with the Norn. All that is known now is that somewhere in the Dream, her name still echoes with the memory of her husband...
I study all the elements, but I wear a circlet that symbolizes my love of fire. The hunger of flames and their burning destruction demand respect. Fire immolates and clears the path for new growth. Trouble may follow, but I use my charm to overcome it. I'm charming. No one can resist me when I'm at my best. I know just what to say to lighten the mood or bolster courage. I dreamed of a quest that calls me to action. It was a vision of the shield of the moon. The moon is a powerful symbol of healing and magic. Any who dream they're protected by the moon shall have faith and fortitude. I hope I'm worthy of such a vision. I believe that the most important of Ventari's teachings is "Where life goes, so too, should you". The world is a delicious and gorgeous place created for us to explore, enjoy, and protect. I will seek out the lessons in every experience, and as I grow, I will have more to offer in return. The Pale Tree awakened me during the cycle of dusk. Sylvari awakened at dusk are naturally curious and thoughtful. We love to learn and spend time reading and studying. We are intelligent and drawn toward the luscious complexities of magic.
A mesmer's mask creates an image. I choose to look out from behind a fanged dread. I'm a whisper in the night, eyes that glow in darkness. I stand in shadow, and my mask is the monster you fear. Trouble may follow, but I use my ferocity to overcome it. I'm ferocious. Threatening violence gets me further than anything else. I'm a natural, though I do try to use my powers of intimidation for good. I am a member of the College of Synergetics. As members of the College of Synergetics, we study how energy patterns form and alchemagical fractals propagate. Few beyond our college understand the philosophical and mystical complexities of our interests. We devoutly research the true nature of the Eternal Alchemy. My first creation was a transatmospheric converter. What unmitigated joy to be able to change the weather at my whim! If only the prototype had been more powerful. Nevertheless, the design was cutting-edge. My transatmospheric converter was a masterpiece of utter genius. I wish I'd had more funding. My first advisor, the one who taught me almost everything I know (almost), was Zinga. Mistress Zinga taught me that the best form of magic is good old-fashioned luck. She liked to say, "Planning ahead is for ninnies who think they can predict every possible outcome. The future is mutable! Go with the flow!"
As a symbol of my dedication, I wear a fanatic's pauldron. Long ago, I determined my path, and nothing will sway me from it. I am stalwart in my beliefs and immovable in my loyalties. The weight of my pauldrons reminds me of the burden I carry. Trouble may follow, but I use my dignity to overcome it. I'm dignified even when up to my ears in mud. It's what makes people respect me. A serious, thoughtful demeanor is the route to success. The most important quality of a great hero is cunning. It takes guile to outwit an enemy with legendary style. Mental prowess keeps a hunter one step ahead at all times. At a recent celebratory moot held in Hoelbrak, I lost an heirloom. I inherited Romke's Horn, a magical ancestral heirloom passed down through generations. After one too many drinks, however, I wagered it on a contest of strength... and lost. When I was still a cub, I had a vision. A Spirit of the Wild spoke to me and offered its guardianship. That spirit was Raven. Raven, clever and wise, guides us with truths that others fear. He bestows a far-seeing clarity of mind. In my visions he spoke of riddles and opened my eyes to secrets that few others can see.
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