born: anno cadaris 1001, Rayda 21st
height: 5'11"
eyes: Fire Red
hair: Charcoal Black

The Fire Sky burned brightest the night Lair Ara was born, the fumes and glowing flames from the rumbling volcanos of Latinon stained the twin moons and stars. The earth beneath the villages trembled, the final sign of the damnation that faced them all.

The last King of Latinon has died three idae past, aged and no longer able to control the Fire of Latinon he was consumed by it. But in his passing, the King had left behind no Heir and the Fire - a gift said to come from the gods themselves - could not be passed on to the next generation. Within hours of his passing, the first signs has shown. Smoke from the quiet mountains, tremours that shook the trees, heat that was becoming unbearable even for the natives of the tropical island. Still, there was hope. One of the Late King's concubines was with child and the labour pains began with the coming of the sun ont he thrid day. Now it was a race, to see which would arrive first. The vengeance of angry gods, of the salvation of a people?

The northern most volcano errupted shortly after nightfall, on an island uninhabited by the people of Latinon. Molten rock leapt into the sky, raining fire and ash down upon the people of the Latinon. The cataclysmic death cloud spread out from the island, speeding unchecked as it consumed the northern shore of the Latinon mainland. Sand crystalized into glass, trees scorched and burned, and the people of the tribes of Latinon could only watch as the eldest of all volcanos, long dormant, began to shake.

Even as the ancient mountain side split, spitting forth a stream of glowing lava, the babe drew in its first breath. With a cry that seemed to resonate in the core of Othala, the shaking stopped, the lava cooled, ans a people were saved. The line was true.

She grew strong, the traits of the Fire manifesting themselves the older she got. Crimson eyes, glimmering with the light of fire, were the first, skin warm to the touch, and as she reached the age of womanhood the greatest of her gifts was revealed.

The power to control the flame was hers.

With magic honed by the dark-skinned High Preistess of the Temple of Fire, and a devotion to her people unmatched by any, Laire Ara would come to be respected and feared above all other rulers before her.

She is their Keeper of the Fire, their Queen, their Goddess.