Devon Lash, Telepath

Striking a very different look than her brother, Devon tends to look well-groomed whilst her brother tends to look unruly and wild. Whenever and wherever she travels, she always tries to be noticed, which isn’t difficult considering her rare red hair and her deep green eyes. Tending to dress provocatively, she uses her natural looks combined with her intellect to enrapture whomever she has her eyes set upon, which changes from whim to whim. Of course, when those fail, she is not above using her own Psionic powers to make sure she gets what she wants. The word ‘no’ is not something she handles well.

Overall she tends to remain calm and collected, always trying to appear in control of any situation. Control is the key for her, she likes knowing how things are going to play out, and how to make sure they play out in her favor. When things become too unpredictable, she can become flustered, but she is usually able to regain control, letting her brother be the brash one while putting her emotions in check.

She’s not without humor, in fact, spending so much time with her brother she’s lightened up over the years. His crude and good-natured remarks always seem to bring a smile to her face. She’s also learned to take a jibe or two, considering it happens almost on a daily basis.

There is also a softer side to Devon, that she doesn’t like showing off to the world. She has seen much suffering in her few years, and hates to see people suffer as she once had. Whenever she feels someone is being treated unfairly, she will step in, even at risk to herself. This has given her empathy towards the lower class. Knowing that they have hard lives, she strives to make their live easier, and one of the few reasons she will actually stop her greedy nature is to make sure she doesn’t hurt any common laborers or slaves.

[whisper=TheUdjat,Badasterysk,Jolith]For many years after being transformed, she spent it indulging herself at every whim. Having led a life with little pleasures, her newfound freedom was overwhelming at first. Her first few years were spent drinking too much, carousing too much, and often led to situations where her brother had to intervene. The years whittled away and a certain calmness overtook her.

Her desire for materials objects didn’t fade, but upon further delving into the Psionic arts, she learned of greater treasures. Knowledge. The idea of reading was foreign to her because of the restrictions, but as soon as she learned she spent years studying up on history of the world. One of her of secret passions is to learn the ancient histories of the world, to learn how it came to be, and what happened in those forgotten eras. Knowing that she has such a long lifespan, she uses it to her advantage. Her patience runs deep when it comes to uncovering mysteries.

The only person she’s ever shared her secret desire is with her brother Dorian, which tells you much about her feelings to her sibling. Even though they aren’t truly related, in her mind there is no deeper bond. It’s strange for her sometimes, she’s always out for herself, but she willing jump into harm’s way to protect him.[/whisper]

Most of the Lash reputation is rooted in Raam, where the two grew up. Raam has never been a kind or orderly place, and the twins embody what comes of such an upbringing. Devon quickly acquired a natural talent for manipulation and subversion, a useful skill in such environs, and like breathing such abilities blossomed into telepathy. Dorian went another path, and through tussles, street skirmishes, and all manner of trouble-making with fellows soon found his mind pre-disposed to the decisive, forceful will of a kineticist. When their talent for the Way was recognized, their parents seized on the opportunity and ushered them off to a school, where their aptitude was recognized and channeled into useful study. Both Lash children proved bright and studious—even if the boy still tended towards mischief, and the girl towards putting her telepathy towards less-than-selfless measures. Still, their fast learning led them to be taught special, ancient techniques for their chosen disciplines, and in a remarkably short time, both Lash children were ready to explore the world and find their calling. Their tutors, of course, had pre-determined paths for them to take, eager to advance their own place in the world with well-placed students. But the Lash twins undermined even them, sneaking out after their graduation to tackle the world full-force.

They’ve never looked back. Except maybe once or twice to lie low or resupply—Raam is a crossroads city, after all.

The Lash twins have roamed the Tyr region for the better part of five years, making adventure and getting into and out of trouble since the day their teachers of the Way let them loose on the world. Devon tends towards social interaction and calm rationale, as her discipline suggests, while Dorian embodies the energy and destructive potential of his own discipline—and between the two, few feats are impossible. More than one wayfaring merchant or templar have found themselves falling victim to the duo and their talents, and there is a even an elven tribe roaming the wastes that would pay handsomely for a pair of red-haired scalps based on their past exploits—not to mention a rather perturbed cleric of earth in the Balic region, and a very messy situation involving a noble family in Nibenay among whom they are simultaneously blessed and cursed. But for all those hungry for their blood, there are quiet murmurs that the Lashes aren’t all bad—the pair have a tendency to avoid bringing trouble down on average laborers and slaves, and seem to set their marks on higher prey. They may not be precisely famous or infamous, given that only select individuals have had the (mis)fortune of encountering them, but a brother-sister pair of young, crimson-haired psions, one demanding and one outspoken, is something one doesn’t easily forget.

[whisper=TheUdjat,Badasterysk,Jolith]Devon says she doesn’t remember much of her life before becoming an Elan, but that’s mostly wishful thinking. It wasn’t a pleasant upbringing, and one she wished she could forget. However, not even the psionic ritual destroyed those deep memories and feelings.

She had grown up in the city Draj, daughter to an aspiring soldier. Her father, wanting to move up in the ranks and establish himself within the military used his daughter’s looks to his advantage. For a promise of induction into the Jaguar Knights, he offered his daughter’s hand in marriage to one of the admissions officers. The man wasn’t exactly what you’d call a catch, but her father did not care as a long as he could enter the order he had so long to join. For two years she lived with this man.

Almost nightly he would make advances towards Devon, but every time she would rebuke him. This simply led to beatings. Her husband, even though quick with the fist, would not ever take her without her allowing him to. Even though she was determined to never give in, her will only lasted so long.

It was not an easy life, one consisting of mostly recovery from wounds inflicted by her husband, and to feign interest when taken out to parties and gatherings. It wasn’t until one day she had heard word that her husband had been killed in battle. A wave of happiness washed over, which didn’t last long. She had found out that her husband was sent out a suicide mission, mainly because a Templar that had met her at one of those gatherings she so hard tried to ignore, had fancied her. He maneuvered to have her husband sent on this important mission, so that he could have Devon himself.

That’s when she ran. Even to this day she’s not sure exactly how she escaped Draj. In fact, she only remembers waking up in the Elan coven.

Dorian and Devon Lash were created some forty years ago out of a pair of humans that were in the same generation of individuals brought into the world by the Elans. They aren’t the only Lashes, but they are some of the most notable, the others pursuing different paths. Dorian and Devon bonded well during that infancy, and agreed to walk through their new life together—for safety and companionship. They truly see themselves as siblings, even if genetically they are of different heritage (not that one could tell by their very similar physical traits; this was an intentional design of the Elans and their physical preferences), as they arose from the same ‘birth’.

The Lashes made their way to Raam, first, out of word of the city’s reputation for ancient psionic teachings, for given their new highly psionic existence, this was of great interest to them. They studied for a very long time in Raam, much longer than their purported five years. Devon was more interesting in the workings of the mind and emotions, mastering people, while Dorian found himself drawn to the external world and the forces that make it work, particularly the interplay of the elements, which he found he could tap into with his will to some extent. Eventually, knowing that their conspicuous lack of aging would soon look odd to the people there, the pair departed Raam to spend their time in other parts of the tablelands.

This has ever been a balancing act. Posing as human with such long lives, the two can never spend too long in any given place, but dedicate a few years to one, then some to the other, and so on. Many of the enemies they purport to have in their false backgrounds are genuine, though the circumstances tend to be more involved, and a keen investigator will note that they could not all have happened in so short a span of time. They didn’t, but the different parties have taken no note of each other, and think the Lashes only on the run or hiding from them in particular.

But there is one enemy they don’t mention in their stories, and that is a fellow psion that has been hunting them—and other Elans—for years. They have never personally met the man, nor do they wish to, but what they have gathered is that the man discovered the existence of Elans and was keenly interested in being transformed into one—but he was denied this. He since discovered that this was only a result of his own physical appearance, being less-than-attractive and not of the rare red hair and lighter eyes they favor. So jilted was this man that he made it his cause to hunt down and kill the Elans for spurning him, hating the very features they loved. Sometimes he doesn’t even bother to confirm if a creature is an Elan, it is said, and will do away with a human for the physical features alone, perhaps out of fear that they will one day be transformed.

This psion has heard of the Lashes, of course, and hunts them just as earnestly. He came very close to catching them recently, pursuing them to the outskirts of Urik where their psionic abilities were nearly exhausted, and their only recourse was an insane plan initiated by Devon—to get captured by slavers. The two arranged to get found by a group of such slavers, and Devon used what power she had left to ensure that they didn’t get horribly killed or abused at their hands. Safely in the cages of the slavers, the psion couldn’t get to them, and was forced to watch as they were taken away. They were only taken to Urik, but so far they have avoided their pursuer… though now they must figure out a way to escape the bonds of slavery.[/whisper]