Fonia

Fonia Ebvy (20 years)
Level 8 Ranger
Alignment: Neutral Good
Patron Deity: Ebvy
Portrayed by Nitro

"If it's any consolation, you're not as frustrating as the orc"

—Fonia

Fonia Ebvy is a Human Ranger, a member of The Wild Hunt. She is played by Nitro.

Appearance

Fonia is a 5'6" tall human with long red hair, fair skin, and green eyes. After her resurrection, she was given a new form that included blue raven wings that span up to 16 feet, a plume of fathers over her ears, and several patches of feathers across her body. She also has permanent blue markings from her tribe origins above her brows and on her chin. She's covered in permanent scars, marks, and bruises as lingering side effects of her resurrection. She also has a false foot on her left leg. Most of the leg below the knee was missing when she was resurrected, luckily Morlum had constructed her a more accurate prosthetic when she was reunited with The Wilde Hunt as they returned to the Whisper Hollow.

Personality

As the party first met her as frighten and timid. Her experience with outsiders had been mostly negative to that point. Being unable to speak was a major hindrance to her ability to be non threatening, especially with the marks on her face that identified her as a part of the tribe that was known for murdering people in the area. When leaving the hollow she was largely afraid of most unfamiliar things because of her seclusion and isolation that led her to being curious but from a distance. Up until her experience in Malnathas where she started to question the purpose of the player's goals, what they were doing and why.

After her resurrection she returned with newfound confidence, a driving motivation to lead her tribe and stop Thymlyssa. The timid nature from previously being largely removed due to being thrusted into a leadership role, with the blessings of her diety, and having something to fight for.

Experience With The Party

Magport

Her arrival at Magport was the first time she was out of her element. Her nerves were sensitive, and anxiety was hitting her hard. She needed to hide, to be less visible. She had lived her whole life worried about being stabbed in the back when she wasn’t paying attention, and now she was surrounded by people she didn’t know on all sides.

The Good Luck

Being on a sailing ship was no less stressful, although she took it better than being in the city. The ship may have had tight confines that gave her a sense of claustrophobia, making her stay up at night, and having a roomate that was turning into a fishboy didn't help. She learned to cope with the sea-sickness. Or at least she thought she did, until the medicine Casper gave her wore off.

Malnathas

Liking it more than magport but still opposed to being surrounded by people, Fonia began to develop trust issues with the people she was meeting. While Creek, Reese, and Moro seemed to hash out their opinions of the situations, she was wondering what their goal was and what they were doing. She knew they wanted help in fighting the orcs, and ended up being roped into some grand initiation ritual that made her bloodbound to an evil elven empress who she already had far suspicions of. She would be greatly traumatized by a vision:

“You are standing in Yuma’s garden and your friends are looking at you smiling, so is Yuma. But the sky turns grey, everyone turns their back to you shaking their heads in disappointment. You go to call out to them but you can’t speak, Yuma rips off your hears so you can’t hear, she pulls out your tongue and rips off your jaw so you can’t speak, then rips off your legs so you can’t walk. And you’ll never get any of it back. Then the garden, the forest, everything surrounding you burns, Yuma looking down at you with a scowl. Your friends burn alive, and you begin to burn, but cannot move, scream, or resist in any way as you feel the heat consume your flesh and bubble inside and out. Then you wake up out of your trance”

—Beans

Fonia would forever be afraid of Yuma after this vision. She made a large mess of the room she stayed in when they got back. She went into a rage, a panic, a series of confused, scared, and angry emotions until Creek entered the room and calmed her down. She would never forget, couldn’t forget, at this point she knew everything they had done to this point was someone else's will. She didn’t have the free will she once did, even regretted leaving the Hollow, but had to push on further into this dark life she brought herself in. She couldn't stand being owned, branded, used, it reminded her too much of her childhood. And with the traumatizing images of Yuma ripping her jaw off she wouldn’t recover from that despair inside that she longed to be rid of. She wanted nothing more, but to make sure the people she cared about got out to live on. And so she fought, she fell, and she died, buried in the rubble of the collapsing palace.

Death

There was nothing left but the endless sleep, forever to drift aimlessly through the void of endless darkness. Nothing to disturb, distract, or even disrupt the peace that envelops one during death. Sometimes you wonder if this is the outcome someone would hope for. After all, especially for someone like Fonia, having it all finally be over might be the only way she can reach peace now without the guidance of those she trusts.

Revival

Brought back from death, her Hawk companion Verja gone, and Ebvy standing in front of her, she was given a new form, and, seeing what was sacrificed to bring her back, she had a newfound drive to do what she was brought back to do: Lead the Warsong and protect the Hollow. With the blessings of her Diety she would work with newfound confidence and pride.