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Tahira's Philosophy



At the core of every soul is a fundamental question. Science and alchemy strive to present answers through repeatable solutions, but those things that fall outside its faculty to intellectualize are known as philosophy. There is no established formula to effectively gauge morality, no sequence of steps to quantify one's sadness or happiness. The material world provides no solutions to these quandaries. Therefore, philosophy becomes intrinsic, while a fallible instrument, it is still our best endeavor to incorporate things that science can't explain. When one marries science and its demands for hard answers with philosophies aim to create hypothetical explanations, you manufacture an outcome that might astound most people, religion. 

No one person might be able to express why killing is immoral. However, a higher power can. Why grapple over one's moral compass when they can present an ethos derived from a superior being? This intersection, a venture to procure solid answers to elusive questions, such as, what is our purpose? Who created us? What is a life? These subjects are what fuel Tahira, albeit she contests the above assumptions. In her mind, what appears random or muddied is a consequence of our inadequate tools and understanding, that everything, no matter how obscure, can be defined.

The scientific method assisted her with bending the forces of this world to accommodate her life. The classification and studying of her prey yielded far more bountiful results and provided much-needed security. The acceptance of the natural world, while a questionable approach, had delivered succor to an otherwise lost and weary heart. The elf inadvertently faced the "metaphysical" world around her. Rather than distrust her views or find failure in this epiphany, this newfangled development spurred her onward, no matter the discovery, a true scientist is titillated by the prospect of a new challenge and data, not defeated.

In her astigmatic eyes, Tahira views no worth in applying philosophy and religion. She considers such a lens as a lackadaisical approach to push off the burden that is progress. That old as time dilemma referred to as the mind-body split could be whisked away if only she strove to understand this world in its totality. This unwillingness to adhere to such concepts-admittedly stems from her perceived traumatic upbringing. What is a life? While she might not know, Tahira believes in due time- she will be able to measure and provide a satisfactory enough resolution.


-Vocational Information.-

Exterminator/Monster Slayer

It is through one's understanding of their prey that they can best hunt it. As such, the methodology exercised follows a scientific approach. Tahira doesn't run in swinging her sword like some uncultured lout. Instead, she scours the scene, looks for clues, endeavors to classify the beast, and conjectures why it behaves in such an antagonistic manner. She appropriates alchemy to assist; nevertheless, such tools need to be crafted and will be thoroughly defined. This strategy exercises her philosophy as a catalyst to expand her knowledge concerning the natural world. Tahira attains rapture via tearing back the screen of ignorance, and as much as she loathes to acknowledge that her skill-sets are derived from her lordly rearing, Tahira cannot deny that she would have never made it as far as she had without them.

The privilege of her mother's capital conferred the opportunity to learn magic and the natural forces governing their world from the most qualified tutors in the realm. Her family's affiliation toward both the Eternal house and the Khan of Obsidian canyon facilitated a proffering. The kitsune of that ravine, taking her begrudging into their fold, as Matsumota, their leader, personally honed this child's skill. She was imparting valuable lessons, albeit in an uncouth fashion- those foxes are some of the best mercenaries, warriors, artists, alchemists, and hunters of the sands. Marrying this with Feyre's prior tutelage only reinforced her intrepidity and competence within this Darwinian field. This vocational choice pestered her surviving parent, Faaria- a fact she professedly procures minute pleasure in, considering their fractured relationship.


While divisive yet nebulous, the actions she takes for the "good of the realm" are determinable within the ripples that are left within her wake. As an investigator, Tahira has been delegated the tedious and laborious task of rummaging through rumors and substantiated fulminations plaguing the land. These perils are often pitting the elf against extremists amongst the populace, who seek to ride the crests of chaos with the aspirations of achieving sovereignty over the sands. While arguably a necessity, this burden keeps the elf up many nights due to the internalized anxieties that the performance of her responsibilities will inspire more strife. Initially, the quelling of sentient life tormented her still budding consciousness.

Nevertheless, the butchery of those prescribed jeopardies has ameliorated such woes through repeated execution. Being one of quick wit, proficient in ascertaining unsettling truths notwithstanding their dreary implementations, Tahira excelled in this field. Stilling the waves of restlessness whenever conceivable, yet not hesitant to resort to her blade should statesmanship produce lackluster results.

Through her voyages across those waters, Tahira has come to terms with the fact that intelligence amplifies one's aptitude for depravity, to the point that it looms aloft over any distress a monster is capable of evoking. A scientific lens is applied either before or after the ensuing skirmish. The inquisitive soul yearns to prevent failures and improve her proficiency via the self-admittance of fault from those preceding grievances. She defiantly stands as the rocks, of which, the bedlam waves violently crash against, a chore often romanticized by blissfully oblivious bards. But, despite their gleeful compositions, Tahira understands the sordid reality of her job. Though the body might be adaptive and resilient, the mind authenticates itself as far less malleable—these harrowing experiences afforded by this profession, resulting in long-lasting anguish that she scarcely expresses verbally. Instead, she keeps such gall to herself, having formulated little in the way of bonds. A decision, while senseless in the long term, deceptively seems to have conveyed short-term placidity.

Once more, the elf finds herself stricken by a series of inquest of old. What is a life? Are all lives inherently equal? If not, how do we categorize them? The resolution to these quandaries, in due time, she hopes to uncover.

Elf Lore


The elves or mer of the sands have had several rough centuries; formerly treated as second-class citizens, they recently were bestowed the opportunity to scale up the social ladder. Samara bartering to sanction them a place within Nirvana, conceding the once displaced people a chance to lay their roots. The mer are grateful for this shift, becoming ferociously loyal to the Eternal House. As a collective, they strive to pursue the occult arts, experts in the enchanting and alchemical fields. Practitioners of all that is magic, the elves seem to have a natural affinity with the energy interacting with the physical forces—using their innate resolve to bolster the house's defenses and assets. Culturally, they are an amalgamation due to their interactions with the varenkun, jackals, and bovinites. They adopted the Jackals belief structure concerning necromancy as a proper funeral right, the admiration of art and beauty from their hare brethren, and an unparalleled sense of patriotism from the bovinites.


The other races are mixed on this recent evolution, still recollecting how their pointed ear kind enslaved their ancestors. But time, mending most wounds has bestowed a second chance to this long since disregarded society. Aside from their academic pursuits, the Elves are known for their love of coin and history. They bring much wealth into the culture while joining their necromantic siblings on countless expeditions to unearth mysteries buried by the sands of time.  Having observed the ebbing and flowing of powers, the mer are fearful that this time of prosperity will not last and seek to ensure its proliferation. Lest they find themselves once more descending into a mire of despair, subjected to the bigoted lashings inspired by their great, great, great grandfathers' sins, notwithstanding this unrelenting treatment in the past, the Elves see it as penitence, holding little rancor against their brethren. Instead of gloomy yesteryear, they look toward the future with the romanticized idealism that a better tomorrow is worth tussling over. Their time as the scum of society conferred much-needed introspection and humility. Which, as a group, they intend to use to propel themselves into a vivacious future.

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