Helena Amakiir

Personality
Although Helena is slowly building up a reputation through her architecture across the lands of both Eldham and Rathnir alike, being the head of House Amakiir, and a minister in the royal Aldan council, she has always been a naive individual. Do not be fooled by her work and associates, however, as she is but a mere young elven woman longing to travel and explore the distant lands across the many seas alongside her companions. Perhaps this is due to her descending from the blood of pirates, or simply the result of longing for something different for once. Though one thing is certain, she is but a free, kindhearted and passionate spirit, friendly to all.

On her journeys, she has never bothered her mind with where the people she meet are from in terms of who her formal enemies or allies are. To her, it is the individual themselves who decide whether they are a friend or a foe. Geographical borders and political affiliations have long been a thing she has pondered over and concluded with should not be a hinder for friendship to blossom.

Arrival
Helena woke up in what was the North-Eastern Uldarashi deserts. Not recalling how she ended up there in the first place, nor know anything of what was before. On the other hand, she still tells of the immense pain that was soaring through her body, as she could barely move a muscle when she finally woke from the slumber back then.

Was she perhaps in battle? No. Although she was dressed in clothing somewhat suited for combat, and even equipped with a sword, she had no external wounds. Instead, she was coughing up sand and her head was aching tremendously. She could not focus properly as her mind was clouded with confusion and pain. She was lost.

The sun was the only thing that filled the emptiness of the sand dunes stretching for miles in every direction. Truly, she was never meant to make it through. Time was running out as her body had already neglected the mind’s determination to stay alive. And she vividly remember the pessimistic thoughts she had while trying to make sense of things: «Was this it? Was this the end to something that had just started? Certainly no fate could be worse than having only just begun, to so perish.» And then another thought hit her; perish from what exactly? What lays beyond the sand dunes, if anything? Are there more of her out there? More lost souls? These thoughts kept repeating themselves in her mind as she aimlessly wandered in the desert for what seemed to be no end.

Nightfall eventually came, and the moon had fully conquered the sky with its many bright stars. Despite the lingering pain, her determination, or perhaps stubbornness, kept her alive. She kept walking into the night with the scarce light the moon gave her.

However, eventually her fragile body did give in. Her mind too crumbled with it as she fell to her knees, reaching for the sword to make the inevitable come sooner. But then, as she glanced at the sword, she spotted a cloaked figure in its reflection behind her own. Was this merely a cruel trick by exhaustion? With the darkness that filled the night, it was also hard to make out the facial features of this cloaked figure. After taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to focus. Though her hands started shaking, and she became hesitant. Even though death is inevitable, she still carried the fear for it, and struggled to do the one thing that would end her suffering.

But from that point on in her story, something changed. The wind grew stronger by the second, and it somehow filled the emptiness in her mind with its powerful, melodic breeze. And that is when she heard it. In a calm, soothing voice, the wind called out to her. It whispered to her; «My child… head south… beyond the sand dunes… to the city of freedom.»... And as she then opened her eyes and looked up into the starry sky, it was now filled with the many colours of the universe. Green, purple, magenta and blue, as well as many more, all combined into this beautiful chain of light.

The wind, with its gentle touch, kept swirling around her until she got back on her feet. Where did this new profound strength come from? She thought to herself. This strange event which brought comfort in her heart, challenged the agonising pain that struck through her bones. She convinced herself she could hold on a little longer. She no longer felt the heavy burden of being in this fragile body, but her mind was still lost. She simply kept walking. Walking with the guidance of the wind and the many colours lighting her way forward...

The Road Ahead
Following several day-and-night cycles later, a spark of hope ignited inside her as she spotted what seemed to be a line of trees stretching over the horizon. Though far too exhausted and malnourished, she laid down beneath one of the trees to rest. The smell of the green grass was calming, and the occasional bird chirping, music to her ears...

But her peaceful rest was abrupted by the sound of clopping hooves, and a man humming in a foreign speech. A wicked stench filled the air as the source of this noise stopped beside her. "Oh my..." he mumbled. "Child, what are you doing out here all by yourself?..." the man asked expecting no response, as she laid there half-dead. He started mumbling what she later got to know is a prayer for the dead to pass peacefully over to the other plane. Though, barely able to open her eyes, she gave away that she was still alive. "Oh heavens!" he said shocked, as he then quickly ran back to his wagon and grabbed one thing after the other. "I'm here, kiddo. Don't leave us yet!... Drink this." he said kneeling next to her whilst holding a flask up to her face. Not knowing what it was then, she drank the potion of healing. And again, the lingering pain was eased, but her body far too weak to do anything. "Come on. You can't stay out here to rot!" He chuckled as he helped her over to his wagon. Though, more of that day she does not recall, as her consciousness left the frame of her body soon after.

Some time later though, she recalls waking up to the same horrid stench and familiar humming. But she was laying inside the wagon this time, and surrounded by barrels and nets, and cages and chests. She had a filthy sheet of some kind as blanket, but it at least kept her warm. From the front of the wagon she heard; "Are you finally awake, kiddo? Good! We are but a few miles ahead of the capital." he said, as Helena continued pondering over the thought of this man being like herself, yet different. He does not seem to be lost at all, yet something felt off. And did he just mention 'the capital'?

House Amakiir
Throughout her journey of life and continous hard work for the growing community in Alda, Helena befriended and grew close to many who shared her passion for the community's growth. Many of who she also later considered family to an extent, despite not being related at all. And so, in early March 2022, a white dove rose from the expanding city of Haleos in the Kingdom of Alda. United not in blood but friendship, ideals and poupous, Helena announced the founding of Alda's first noble house, House Amakiir. To many in Alda, this came as a rather big surprise, but a welcoming one as it also inspired the founding of many other noble houses soon after her own.

Helena's ultimate goal behind the founding of House Amakiir was to create an elite group of citizens that would contintue to strive for the better of the community alongside her in all aspects of the nation. However, as one could argue if she has succeeded with the intent of creating a name that brands the bearer of it as a hardworking, loyal and caring, friend to the community or not, one thing is certain. As time progressed, and the name Amakiir grew in influence even beyond Aldan borders, Helena also grew more attached to the noble house as a family rather than a guild of hardworking citizens that anyone could take part of. Thus, becoming a member of the noble house would become increadingly more difficult as well, not only based on the ground pillars it was built upon, and its already members having grown from four to eleven. A vote would be held, and a full majority in favor needed, to be able carry the name Amakiir as Helena had intended it. To ultimately ensure that the friendship and trust the clan was built upon never withers.

House Amakiir has further evolved into a clan where its members and associates have an even more diverse range of backgrounds, yet with a common goal laying at its core. This very goal, Helena made clear in the begninning of it all, is to commit to the people of Alda’s needs, tend to her allies in their need, as well as be of aid to the crown as long as the name Amakiir lives. However, as time passed and history was written, so did the expansion of her noble house. No longer was the house solely affiliated with the kingdom of Alda. Now it had several members from across the lands and nations of Rathnir; Hearthstone, Ashura and Borhammar to mention some.

Bloodline of Avaros
Though, Helena also had a family outside House Amakiir, who were children of her own bloodline. And knowing the rules she made for House Amakiir in terms of membership, she gave her sons the name Avaros to carry as a bond to show their family relation.

The Astaseul Dynasty
Helena had forgotten everything up until the point of waking up from her deep slumber, and she came to terms with knowing she might never recover those memories. However, fate had chosen differently, as she later got introduced to her biological family through mere coincidence on the political arena and through her travels. She did not expect to be descending from a rather big family, the Astaseuls, rooted far across the many seas all the way in Borhammar and Tortuga. Though, the lost time with this distant family slowly started blossoming through her biological father, Fury Astaseul and her adoptive father, Cilyoh.

Architect
Helena has always had a thing for architecture, something in her bones which urged her to build. And after getting settled in the city which saved her life after arriving in foreign lands, she felt she had to contribute to the community for what they had done for her. The very Nearonians, future Aldans, that welcomed her with their warmth and kindness, making her feel at home and safe. Thus, she used her skills in architecture to help build the city alongside the lead architect of the town, Sir Evan Rydell of Nearon. The two of them together made immense progress in expansion of the city in short time, and such was needed at the time as the population too was growing rapidly.

Minister of Architecture
After the political tensions leading to the massive migration of Aldans to a new land, Helena was asked to take on the role of minister by the lead figure of the Aldan community, Uneasy. However, conflicted on whether or not to stay in Nearon, or to help her friends in their migration, she needed time to think on this... Roughly a week later, she had made up her mind. Considering she had pledged her loytalty to both the city of Nearon, and the Aldan people, she accepted Uneasy's offer. Now, she is both the minister of Architecture in the newly founded kingdom, as well as an architect that wanders the world of Rathnir.

Mercenary
Helena has never been fond of violence, and thought herself satisfied with the simple, and peaceful, life as an architect. Though, such quickly changed as she finally gave in to practice swordsmanship under Dr. Monro Kellie's guidance. At the same time, having been introduced to her long lost memory of her roots, an upbringing by pirates nontheless, there was little to no use trying to fight the craving for blood and treasure which was buried deep within her. However, still true to her promises made in a once peaceful life, she refuses to lift a sword against anyone unless absolutely necessary.