Ona is the eldest daughter of Elum and Uduin Lightveil. Elum Lightveil was a proud attendant of the dragon for many years prior to Ona's birth. While she was loyal and dedicated most of her time to the Golden Citadel, Elum in many ways, played a big role in educating Ona about spirituality and Thera. Uduin Lightveil was General of the Dragonlords, having risen swiftly through the ranks of Dragonknight. Uduin was later appointed a new title after the Golden Citadel had discussed ideas for kingship or hierarchy, but what title he was granted remains a secret throughout Ofcol. Early childhood for Ona was sanctioned around the Golden Citadel, where a mute Dragonknight convoyed the adventurous little elf. Throughout her childish travels Ona encountered numerous situations that happened for a reason, and the outcome reflected in each, the beliefs of Sedgwick. Before Vert opened his blacksmithing business a shop known as the Sturdy Shield occupied the place. This business delved in the enhancement of shields through alchemy and enchanting. Ona became the heart and soul of the store outlet while her father was off amending things within the Golden Citadel. At this point in Ona's life she had discovered a desire for exploration, she wanted to help others and provoke the best from within them. Before her departure out into the world, Ona's parents gifted her with the very crest of the Sturdy Shield to take out onto the open road.<br><br>The young priestess spent hours praying next to the altar of Sedgwick, where she has always felt free and at peace. Passing the gates of Ofcol, her former guardian gave her a grey cloak bearing the mark of Timaran. He nodded at Ona and then dissolved into smoke behind as Ona stared off into the sunrise, about to begin her journey. She wandered through an icy path that dwindled atop the Earthen Falls, through which she reached the other side only to be greeted by a proud city that was built upon the ruins of New Thalos. Ona made pilgrimage to the Temple of Light within Timaran, finding and enlisting to the nearby Infirmary. Ona soon discovered her ability to heal others and completely rid the sick of their ailments. Sedgwick had found his instrument of healing with Ona's prowess of eternal servitude for provoking the good from all things in Thera. There was still more for Ona to accomplish, and through prayers with Sedgwick, the God of Water, she understood that she would have to master the school of white magic. Having reached the pinnacle of the healer's guild, Ona focused her efforts on this and also grew an interest to join the once glorified Mystics of Arcana. She then began a new pilgrimage to all shrines located throughout Thera, and nearly fell victim to Zylenier's twisted wrath. The Guardian of Ether, however, had been watching and saved her from clutches unknown. This marked the beginning of a new change within the Ivory Towers.
Time had passed, and with it Ona had shown over the course of being a
Mystic, the characteristics needed to be Abecedarian of the High Council.
She became known as the Prophetess of Ether, and continued to form and
critique ideas with the Avatar of Water. The two soon began work upon the
religious tomes of the ancient gods, where religion would soon once again
populate Thera. The halls of the Ivory Towers became an interest in the
eyes of a few; Luranita of the Black Robes, Maerlyn the tallest Mystic to
have ever lived, and Kazoreck the Angel of Arcana. Ona began refusing
protection that was being charged weekly to her by the Legion, and this
flung into a war between Mystics and Legion. The High Council had mixed
emotions about the Mystics reaching cabal status, and it was so that a few
of them had left entirely. As Ona defended her innocence and protested
against the rule of protection, Legion moved to execute her and remove the
feeble resistance. After this loss, Ona spiraled further into madness and
despair, eventually taking her own life within the Temple of Sedgwick. This
was not the Ona Lightveil the world had known.
A pillar of golden light fell over the Temple Altar in Timaran. Ona
appeared, and fell to her knees begging for forgiveness. She had lost
everything, including herself. She was given a second chance to fix her
faith and learn who she was again, and this took time. Ona was afraid to
turn back to the High Tower out of remorse, and could hardly bring herself
to speak with the Avatar himself. However, one evening she was approached
by Lady Vanisse, and was offered a chance to work for the Mystique. Ona had
considered this for some time, and after having spoken to a very old friend,
she gladly joined the Heralds as a Student of the Quill. Ona became
Rimera's right hand, and with a bit of teaching from Mama Vevier and Lady
Vanisse, the two became formidable wielders of the quill. Ona was also known
as the Water Sprite, spending several Celestials in the forests of Thera.
The times were dark, and all of the Coteries were forced into protection.
Ona was appointed as Herald of Valour, and through Valour she got to witness
just how long the arm of chaos was extending. Upon returning to
civilization, Ona saw first hand the results of blatant murder, slavery, and
several other criminal acts. Deep within her heart she wanted to help, and
make sure that as long as she tried, she tried to do the right thing for the
better part of Thera. She wanted to serve in the halls of Justice, to help
protect the sanctuaries of the world.
An elven priestess stands here with an air of carefree confidence that is most noticeable in her serene blue eyes outlined with a dash of sparkling green. She has a gentle face with high cheekbones that yet denote a hint of a wild spark lingering behind the playful curiousity of her visage. Ona adorns platinum blonde hair, groomed and shining brilliantly, which glimmers down to her shoulders in perfectly cut tips. The uniform hair spills down in between her shoulder blades in bladed formation, the rest of it cropping in circular fashion towards her shoulders where the shortest strands just barely tickle the pale skin of her collar bone. Glitter has been purposely spattered above her proportionally slim nose, around her white high trimmed eyebrows, and upon her thin pink lips. This young elf has a soft neck and narrow shoulders that form into equally lithe arms and hands, the rest of her form remains concealed beneath the many diamond-white flowing gowns she wears. On her left wrist is a tattoo, it is a family crest of an ancient gold dragon wrapped around a white cross. Below it reads Galanodel.