Evocative of a thoroughbred heritage, Jahra is graceful and slim with a short back and long, lean legs. Her well-chiseled head sits atop a long neck and high withers that lead to a deep and muscled chest. Her tousled mane and leonine tail sport perpetually tangled dark purple tresses.

The entirety of Jahra's lean hot-blooded body is swathed in the dark blue-gray of the sea, though she is accented with a grayish lavender in the spots where webbing extends from her body, namely beneath the curve of her jaw to the center of her chest, and behind her forelegs to the very bottoms of her flanks. The lavender skin of this webbing pulls taut with her movements, stretching thin and nearly translucent, and then returns to a muddy opaque purple when relaxed.

Atop her cerulean head, Jahra dons a trio of horns. The longest of the three rests in the center of her forehead, coming to a sharp lavender point. To either side of this horn sit two matching spines, both a light lavender in color, but measuring only a third of the height of their middle sibling.

Her eyes are small and deeply sapphire and quite expressive, paired with a mouth that can usually be found twisted into an amused grin or pensive pout.

First and foremost, Jahra is an intellectual being. Her passion for knowledge, and for the collection of knowledge, is nearly unmatched. This translates well when her main hobby is exploring, however, can come across as abrasive and prying.

Because of her love for learning, the unicorn tends to be adventurous and bold with an affinity for putting herself in harm's way if it means that the ultimate outcome will be discovering the unknown. She doesn't do well with routine, and quite often finds herself stuck in the middle of something spontaneous. Jahra is not only fond of educating herself but also of educating others.

While she is quick-witted, she often chooses whether or not to acknowledge when others are addressing her with sarcasm and will instead pretend not to notice her occasional stubbornness strikes her.

She is caring beneath the blanket of her determination, though she is not the greatest at outwardly expressing it. Usually, her long-term friendships are those with a person who is understanding of her love language, which is far from vocal.

Despite her ability to insert herself into situations where she is unwelcome, Jahra will never be an aggressor. She does not condone war or battle, but isn't naive to believe she will ever see a world without it.

Adolescence ─ the Unum Tribe, Nordlys
Born of a tribe with collective hearts and minds, Jahra had never known the identities of her birth parents. She had known them, of course, as they were part of the coursing blood that made her tribe what it was -- but she had never been told which pair they were, whether they were strangers or soulmates, whether she had siblings (either half-blood or full-blood), whether they were followers of the Mother or the Father. Those mares who had recently given birth, their teats swollen with milk, would rotate feedings for those youths who had yet to be weaned, and collectively the children were raised by the adults, no single one more important than the others. They had all been one -- one tribe, one soul, one heart, one head. They had been followers of everyone, and of no one.

From the exact moment of her weaning, Jahra's essential function was to assist in caring for those younger than her as their tribe grew in the depths of the Witchwood. For a few months' time, the young unicorn was content with her role. Helping others seemed to suit her. But as she grew, she ached to know more, to learn more, to explore beyond the reaches of their tribe. And so, in the inky darkness, she would sneak away while the others slept beneath the safety of low-hanging tree boughs, and would explore the whole of Ard Maleficar, keeping to the shores and gazing lovingly into the ocean. She would turn her cerulean eyes to the sky, searching for Cosmos among the stars with a hopeful heart and bated breath.

In time, she proclaimed herself a follower of the Father and effectively removed herself from the role assigned to her by the tribe, resulting in her exile. Still young but entirely unafraid, the blue-gray Jahra took her leave of the hidden forest tribe and prayed to Cosmos as she began her quest to satiate her search for knowledge.


Young Adulthood ─ The Eventide, Nordlys
Jahra's transition into the modern world, having stumbled upon the Archipelagan herd of the Eventide, commenced much smoother than she would have ever anticipated ─ this, due entirely to Aelin and Campion. Welcoming her into the folds of their home, and into the warm embrace of the Mother Tree, the two Wardens provided the blue-gray woman with all she could have ever asked for: the chance to learn.

Fast friends, Aelin took Jahra under her brilliant blue wing and taught her how to speak the Common Tongue, while Jahra helped the pegasus Warden to grow more comfortable in her use of ancient Nordlysian. In time, the finned woman found herself comfortable enough in basic conversation to venture away from the Eventide and explore more of Nordlys. In her exploration, she dug up a beautiful seaform cloak and shell diadem that both seemed to be made uniquely for her ─ and so, with a little practice and her budding skill in witchcraft, the pegasus woman enchanted the cloak to perform instant translations ─ no matter the language of those she conversed with, Jahra could now always hear them in ancient Nordlysian, while her speech would sound as if it matched the language that had been spoken to her.

And her enchanted cloak came just in time ─ as the familiar scents of Aelin and Campion began to grow fainter and fainter, the young blue-gray woman took to searching for them. There was little that could be considered helpful within the Eventide, forcing her to journey to Morthalion, where rumor had it that the former Wardens had boarded a ship for a faraway land.

Naturally, Jahra followed suit ─ both in pursuit of her opal-flecked friend and knowledge of the world beyond Nordlys.


Young Adulthood, cont'd. ─ Dias, Sovereign
Rising in the distance, the harbor town of Hesperia greeted Jahra with the same lively bustle she had learned to be a constant in Morthalion. With a pounding heart and turquoise eyes bright with anticipation, the finned woman disembarked from the ship and lost herself in the folds of a brand new civilization, with hopes of finding Aelin and, perhaps, a bit of new knowledge.

Before long, Jahra was reacquainted with Soln. She had last seen the golden pegasus the day she had found her cloak and tiara, so his presence in Sovereign was entirely unexpected. He helped to settle her nerves and soon she was searching again for Aelin. Jahra finally found the opal-dust woman in the depths of the Narrows; their reunion was a bittersweet one, filled with news of Nordlys, of Aelin's stillborn, of her ascension to the Fair Fate.

Jahra continued to enjoy her life within Sovereign and her new role as Scholar of Dias. Beneath the reign of Nyx, the violet woman continued to teach herself the common tongue but unfortunately the peace and quiet of Sovereign did not last. Soon after settling into her new home, the Darkness began to take over the land.

Together, Jahra and Aelin decided that they must do something to save Sovereign from the despair of the Darkness ─ something that would last longer than either of them. And so, they decide to form a child together, a melting pot of Aelin's Fate magic and Jahra's endless hopefulness. But before Jahra could carry their child to term, the Darkness took over the entirety of Sovereign.

Forced to runaway, Jahra barely escaped with her life ─ and she did not know if any of those friends she held so dearly had been able to escape the sticky black tendrils along with her.


Young Adulthood, cont'd. ─ The Midlands, Edana
Jahra washed up in the Shallows, uncertain of where she was and entirely surprised that she had even survived. She settled on the sandy shoreline of Edana, the stress of her recent past forcing her into labor and there, on the edge of the sea, her son, Aehra, was finally born.

She lived a few good and peaceful years in Edana, raising Aehra and fostering relationships with those friends she had known since Nordlys and others she had made in Edana. For a short while, the Scholar woman took up a role with the Lightbringers, a covert operation led by the very deities who breathed the magic into Edana.

There came a time that Jahra ached for more. She loved her life, her friends, and her child ─ but there was more the woman wanted, and needed, to see. With a genuine promise to return to them in a few years' time, the finned woman left behind everything familiar for something entirely new.


Adulthood ─ Novus
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