Alias: None known
Race: L'na Dawn
Aspects: Mind 5, Soul 5
Sex: Female-aspect; Ht: 3' @ shoulder; Wt: 100 lbs.

"Foolish Two-legs! Your small mind cannot even conceive of the power I possess!"

Character Description/Notes: Brilliant doesn’t even begin to describe how smart Taelia truly is; her mind is like pure crystalline knowledge. She is, by far and away, one of the most accomplished Weavers to hail from the icy reaches of the Glintspar mountains – and what's more, she knows it. Early on in her life, Taelia began to hear the song of the sorcery-wind amid the frosty-edged knives of ice and stone; she could see the patterns of magic that drew lines along the beautifully intricate and hoary ice spurs and snowflakes; she could smell the husky scent of power in the ancient swirls and eddies of snow all around her. She was still very young, even in the eyes of her fellow Dawns, when she first began walking the trail of the Weaver.

Her fellow Dawns, all members of the Na'qu'vit-tqa (Herders of the Drifting Snow) tribe said little at first, trying to gently dissuade Taelia from her obviously foolish path. Taelia saw that her brethren had stood for too long in the frigid drifts - their souls of fire - that which makes a Dawn what it is, had frozen solid... She ignored their words and sharpened her ears to the echoing, sonorous voice of the power that lay all about her. Alone and in secret, she began to practice the art of Weaving.

For many many days, she continued - alone and in secret. Alone and in secret, that is, until that fateful day...

Vlaata, a Dawn many years her senior, and whom she considered a mentor, brought her before the Na'qu'vit-tqa elders as they held council during the Daily Brightening. Vlaata told Taelia that he had heard enough bickering over her ways and that he would bring the issue to a head, or would have no more of it. Eager to please her mentor, Taelia went willingly, prepared for whatever test might come.

However, Vlaata was a vile and cunning Dawn who sought power in many ways like a Twilight, not by outright force or display of power, but rather, subterfuge and mental games. It was Vlaata's true intent to expose Taelia as a foolhardy charlatan, embarrass her to the point of submission and then hopefully, take her as the subservient mate which he, in his mind, had thought she should have been since their first meeting.

As he rose onto his back legs to defend Taelia, Vlaata clutched the shard of pulsing orange crystal tightly. The wily Dawn had discovered that he could draw much power from the strange stone. He spoke of Taelia's expertise and her skill as a Weaver and how her skills could aid the Na'qu'vit-tqa in many ways.

"Show us", the elders intoned. As he knew they would. Vlaata called forth the powers of the crystal as Taelia began her Weaving.

Something utterly unexpected and completely horrible happened - an orange tear appeared int he sky; a rent that spilled forth a mass of living tentacles, snapping maws and probing, dead eyes. In a matter of heart beats the entire tribe was crushed, devoured, vaporized, or drug screaming into the fiery, floating void.

All but two.

Taelia, had lashed out with the threats with her Weavings: massive bolts of frost-rimed lightning and spinning orbs of serrated stone and ice. While a defensive half-dome like wall of steaming ice had buffered most of the chaotic onslaught; the Dawn stood, barely able to stand from her wounds and expended energies.

Vlaata had vanished; not even a mark left in the snow where he had been. Everything changed for Taelia that day - everything...

Now, as harsh and almost as unfeeling as the frosty-edged claws that she often sports, Taelia does not mince words and she does not trust anyone who does. She believes only in the exhilarating power of the magic that fuels her world and her existence and she will do anything to protect and maintain that power. She is a force to be reckoned with and if you do not deal with her fairly, you will be dealt with - swiftly and harshly.

Tactics: However, her actions are cold, measured and build upon one another, just like the massive drifts of snow that she calls home. Taelia is anything but hot-headed, taking time to bring all of her skills to bare and collect the scraps of knowledge necessary before whipping onto the scene like a blinding blizzard. Once she arrives, however, there's no denying it…