Ωнιтє яανєи'ѕ яιѕιиg (Apostate Renegade)

ωнιтє яανєи'ѕ яιѕιиg (Apostate Renegade)
	Sovereign:	sςɑʀʟɛᴛᴛɛ HƑ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ Ɲȋțёlɏ (fia.ravenhurst)
	Co-Sovereign:	Not Assigned
	Ambassador:	Miɑ Rowley Øᶍ Rw HҽʅʅFყɾҽ (mia.onyx)
	Proxy:	Not Assigned
	Political Faction:	Renegade - Therian

History:

Throughout the endless tides of time, when the veil between realms was young and thin, a lineage of Fae emerged—ageless and enigmatic, born not from conquest or decree, but from love, loss, and longing. Known now as White Raven’s Rising, their origins lie woven deep into the dreams of mortals and the twilight of forgotten gods.

Once, all Fae moved freely across the realms—silent observers of humanity’s rise and fall. They lingered unseen beside empires, plagues, wars, and wonders, answering desperate prayers whispered into the night. As guardians of ancient balance, they danced between light and dark, tethered not to good or evil, but to the harmony of both. They were the echo of traditions older than stone and the spark behind stories told around every fire.

But with the rise of fear, greed, and disbelief, the old ways crumbled. Humans, blind to wonder, drove the Fae back. Hunted and misunderstood, many faded into myth, while others sought shelter beyond the veil of the Myst—a realm nestled between dreams and waking, memory and imagination.

It was there that the roots of the Clan were laid—not by decree of noble blood, but by the will of outcasts, misfits, and wanderers. One Fae, drawn by the pull of mortal emotion and driven by the defiant desire to belong, forged bonds beyond tradition. From mortal and Fae unions, new bonds formed. Wild and resilient, they were a family not of convenience, but of chosen kinship.

They called no one ruler, but honored ancient ways. They worshiped gods long forgotten by humankind, kept sacred rites alive, and guarded the last truths whispered by wind, water, fire, and stone. Where others saw disarray, they built a sanctuary—a haven for all who heard the call of magic but had no place in the world of men.

Dragons circled their skies. Merfolk safeguarded their waters. Wolves, bears, and great cats became their protectors. And among them walked Fae with fire in their veins, air beneath their feet, and stars in their eyes. Together, they shaped a hidden world alive with power, where truth was sacred and difference was celebrated.

As the Myst thinned and the veil weakened, they stirred. A single wanderer from among them, drawn by both destiny and defiance, journeyed outward—bridging the realms once again. They forged alliances not through conquest, but connection. From nephilim courts to shifter packs, from arcane circles to ancient dragon kin, the bonds they built formed a foundation greater than blood alone.

Through their journey, they grew. No longer only Fae, they became a living mosaic—each soul a thread in a tapestry of survival, magic, and defiance. Their sanctuary became a beacon, a place whispered of in legend: where misfits were not merely accepted, but revered. Now, as fate begins to shift once more, the call echoes through land, sky, and sea. WRR rises—not as rulers, but as stewards. Not to conquer, but to preserve. With reason as their compass and unity as their strength, they move together into a world unready for them, yet deeply in need of what they represent.

This is the legacy of White Raven’s Rising:

A family forged in shadow and flame, love and rebellion.
A history not written by victors, but whispered by dreamers.
A people born of magic, sustained by truth, and destined to rise.

The Great Houses of ωнιтє яανєи'ѕ яιѕιиg Clan

Ordu an Fhithín Bháin

Ordu an Fhithín Bháin
	Princeps:	sςɑʀʟɛᴛᴛɛ HƑ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ Ɲȋțёlɏ (fia.ravenhurst)
	Delegate:	AղցҽӀ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ MacPherson (angelbutterfly.amethyst)
	Liaison:	Saɖiɛ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ Littlɛpaws™ (sadie.littlepaws)
	History:	Born of Flame and Shadow, Raised by Fury and Purpose In the forgotten twilight of the realms—beyond the sight of mortals, beneath the ancient boughs where time frays and the veil thins—the Fae once thrived in splendor both terrible and beautiful. Seelie and Unseelie, light and dark, ruled in balance, guided by the Thrones of the High Court and bound by ancient magic older than stars. But balance never lasts. Into this world were born twins, rare and powerful, whose destinies were written not in ink, but in blood, ash, and starfire. Children of prophecy, their birth shook the sacred trees and stirred both reverence and fear. For their blood carried a legacy unlike any other: a phoenix mother, whose fire knew no mercy, and a Void Dragon father, whose abyssal breath could unmake the stars. In them, creation and destruction warred, flames dancing with shadows in every heartbeat. But destiny, ever cruel, tore them apart. The male twin, green-eyed and solemn, was stolen away and raised by the wild—among wolves, spirits, and the deep earth. The land itself became his guide. Through fang and claw, he built a life not of courtly games, but of primal truth. He formed his own pack, bound not by blood, but by instinct, loyalty, and the unspoken bond of shared survival. The sister, however, was not content to disappear into the wilderness. She carried the fire. Flame-haired and tempest-hearted, she bore the wrath of the phoenix and the depthless might of the Void. Her every breath was a song of resistance, her every scar a survival story written in smoke and pain. She did not retreat. She rose—again and again, fury burning in her wake. From war and exile, heartbreak and prophecy, she emerged transformed. She became the Mother of Ravens, her wings kissed by both flame and void, a living paradox of beauty and terror. It was she who defied the High Court. She who refused to kneel. She who gathered the broken, the forgotten, the misfit souls of the realms. And from this defiance, she founded the house that would become both haven and banner: Ordu an Fhithín Bháin—The Order of the White Raven. The pale feather, her sigil, held layered meaning: a symbol of transformation, of flight through the storm, of grace veiling lethal precision. It was the feather of the raven—sacred, watchful, cunning—and of the phoenix, reborn endlessly in defiance of death. But it was white not by nature, but by fire—bleached by fury, tempered by shadow, earned in blood. Ordu an Fhithín Bháin was not formed of noble lines or courtly tradition. It was born of rebellion, trauma, and fierce love. Its members were those the world discarded: dreamwalkers, void-touched, flameborn, shapeshifters, oathbreakers, and visionaries. Each carried wounds. Each carried power. Each found a home beneath the wings of their fiery Mother. Though her twin ruled his pack with the wisdom of earth and the bond of the wild, it was she who stood between realms, guardian of thresholds and dreams. Her House did not merely survive—it endured, and it became a sanctuary. Now, as the Veil thins once more and the winds whisper of old names and rising stars, Ordu an Fhithín Bháin stirs. The Mother of Ravens, scarred and sovereign, watches from the shadows. Her children gather—the misfits, the outcast, the dreamers and destroyers alike. The White Raven is not a sign of peace. It is a warning. She has risen. She remembers. And she is no longer alone.

Hellfyre Descent

Hellfyre Descent
	Princeps:	Miɑ Rɑνeƞwʋlʄ HҽʅʅFყɾҽ (mairah.lourbridge)
	Delegate:	Fʅαɱҽ Rw Pԋσҽɳιx HҽʅʅFყɾe (littlemissflame)
	Liaison:	Taka HҽʅʅFყɾҽ - Aphelion (takashi.kiyori)
	History:	In the shadows of a dark evening, a small Dark Fae child found herself alone in the unforgiving streets. For years, she navigated the challenges of survival, fending for herself in the mysterious world of the fae. However, fate had a different plan for her. One fateful night, she encountered a Nephlim, a kindred spirit who had experienced the harshness of life in much the same way. As their hands met, an electric spark seemed to light up the room, and an undeniable connection formed. In that moment, their hearts resonated as one, and a profound recognition passed between them. They realized they were more than mere strangers; they were sisters, bound by an unspoken understanding and a shared history of resilience. Together, they set out on a journey, wandering through realms in search of a place where they truly belonged. As they traveled, they discovered more kindred souls—sisters and brothers, each with their own tales of survival and strength. United by a common thread, they formed a unique family, a tribe of Therian who had found solace and kinship in one another. In their shared adventures, they not only found a place where they belonged but also forged bonds that transcended the hardships of their past. The once-lonely streets became a backdrop to a story of found family, where the warmth of connection dispelled the darkness that had surrounded them for so long.

Freya

Freya
	Princeps:	ҽւɑʀɑ ʀɑѵɛɳᴡᴜʟғ ℭʟợᴜđ (elara.cloud)
	Delegate:	ႽyƖҽɳs ℭʟợᴜđ (sylens.cloud)
	Liaison:	ᴸⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴺⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ (nightmare.cloud)
	History:	TBA