Zyrathearna (Tim) is a Traditionalist Quori.
Zyrathearna, born as Thyme to Ravenstrad(they/them) and Xeres(), brother of Snips in the Vinleaf Gardens. Originally a wizard, training under Tasha.
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Zyrathearna was just a normal Quori that was popped into existence. Sadly though Zyrathearna was thrust into this plane in a disadvantage location. The world all around was darkness. Zyrathearna lived in this darkness for what seemed like years, absorbing their surroundings and learning to survive. Unknown to Zyrathearna, they were in a crack in the world from long ago. One created by a being of pure malice and hate, one of corruption and consumption. That corruption slowly seeped into Zyrathearna as they lay unknowingly in its basking presence. One day however They noticed that the earth began to shake more and more. As time went on the ground broke open in a huge crash sending rocks and debris everywhere in what Zyrathearna knew as their entire world. They were able to climb up and see something unknown, foreign, incomprehensible. The light of day. This pure white glow pierced an unready soul as theirs like knives shredding. Once they got adjusted they surfaced and saw stones and buildings. They didn’t know what these creations were but were not able to ponder them any longer as they heard a strange sound. The type they would make but in larger quantities and in patterns unrecognizable. They looked to their right to find moving obelisks of sound. This was their first encounter with another Quori. Sadly it was not a kind one. The corruption from the crack willed open by construction was palpable to the Quori and only one thing was more corrupted, Zyrathearna. The other Quori didn’t understand. There was no way they could have. The Fear growing in them was one they could not shut down or hide. It was the worst kind of fear, the kind one makes mistakes when they are driven by it, and a mistake they did make. They chased Them out of the town into a open field. This field was the most open and free Zyrathearna ever was, but. They felt none of that. all they felt was confusion, sadness, they were feeling so many emotions before settling on one they would never be able to control again. Rage. This rage drove Zyrathearna to a new amount of pain and then it happened. They made a promise to be strong. A promise to not let this happen again. They made a promise, that they will have revenge. This moment was when they decided. Zyrathearna didn’t even know of a choice. They only had one option that day. Their body morphed and grew, claws formed and many faces formed, all resembling those who mocked and drove them out, as a reminder they will never forget. They were not humanoid like their brethren. They knew exactly what they were. and they were going to use it to their advantage. One day Zyrathearna will return to that village and burn everything, everyone, anything that took the one home they knew from them. Zyrathearna then went adventuring of the sorts and went from place to place learning to hunt and survive in a whole new way. Then they met one person that helped set them on a new path. Myrin. Myrin was someone who stood above all others. They stood out in a room no matter the amount of people and radiated an energy of positivity that no one could turn down. Most importantly Myrin did something no one else did. They gave Zyrathearna a chance. They would stay at their side and always be with them. The two of them were inseparable after a while and everyone accepted it. They accepted Zyrathearna. They started to even make more friends at the tavern Myrin would wander into all the time with Zyrathearna always following. One day the bartender asked about Zyrathearna’s name. They simply responded with the truth, It was the first thing ever whispered to them. After the reaction of the bartender he chuckled and said. well that’s simply too darn long so how about this, Ill get you two salmon orders, one for you and one for Myrin, and I get to call you Tim. Why Tim said Zyrathearna, The bartender simply said it was a whole lot simpler than that jumbled mess of a name. Zyrathearna accepted this offer and ate quite well. Life was ok for Tim for a little while till Bandits. a group of bandits one day raided the town and robbed the tavern. Afterwards they burned the place down while barricading the door. Tim… was too late to help. After putting out the fire they were able to get inside and Tim found the bartender first. This day Tim vowed to keep using the name gifted by a great friend. But then they noticed someone else in the bar. Someone they never wanted to see this way. Myrin. Myrin was there that morning of the robbing. Tim felt a sadness almost as strong as there most intense rages within. As they reached down and picked up Myrin’s Black Fluffy body. Tim cried, for the first time ever. Genuine tears for the cat they have spent so much time with. Myrin was a companion like no other and they would do anything to see their friend again. Just as they think this they hear a shimmering sound coming from the window. It was a spirit. It was Myrin‘s. He was looking down on them. His spirit will always be their to protect Tim. No matter what. With nothing left Zyrathearna now Tim. It was time for them to make Myrin proud. They would become strong.. for him.