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To be a member of the family Vargidan is to be... special. Almost every one of us has a different mother, each a wife of the mighty Moltus, Patriarch of our clan. Father seems to pick his wives for their magical gifts, or their potential gifts anyway.

And it is often the case that the blood runs true. Sorcery runs in our family like green eyes or a high forehead runs in some others. It's made us each a touch odd. My half siblings have one advantage over me. Their mothers are alive.

Mine? She died in child birth. She was an elf, you know? So I was raised by father, when he wasn't reclusive (Which was often) and one or two step mothers (I called them Aunts) who were ...very kind given I was not their child. But I had little guidance, and more annoyingly, no obvious sorcerer gift.

Others all about me were discovering this arcane talent or that mystic knack, but for me? Nothing came despite studies and effort alike. I had hoped to stand out in the throng, but it was apparently not to be.

Once, I managed to get father alone, and I asked him what he thought might be my magic, if anything? How could I find my magic? Had mother left me any magic of hers?
He looked at me, and then says six words: "You were meant to be twins."

It was rather stunning to find one had a sibling who did not survive birth. I dwelled on it for a time. Dreams of a twin , a sister, plagued me. It was as if father's six words had taken grasp of my imagination. I began to see an odd face in reflections, one much like mine, but an almost diamond like sheen to her skin. Then again, both Isidiani, and Isidana are variations of an old word for 'gemstone' or 'Diamond'. Perhaps my mind had latched onto that?

I thought it a morbid fancy, until the day one of my favorite half siblings ended up hit by a large tree, and pinned. One branch of it had actually caught the neck and my kin was choking right before me. I pulled and I called for help, but no one seemed to hear and then...
she was there. Isidiana looked much like me, but her flesh was crafted of gemstone like material, and she was taller.. and so very much stronger! Where I struggled, she managed to haul and... we freed my step sibling. Help arrived, and I passed out as if I had been without sleep for days.

When I awoke I was surprised to find not family, but one Ring Ibbleting. She explained that her father had contacted her for her expertise. I was , or could be if I wished to study, a Summoner. It would appear I have magic after all.

To this day I'm not sure if my Eidolon is the ghost of my unborn sister given form, some outerplanar being who saw the image in my mind and stepped into it, or some silent hidden part of myself projected.

I asked the universe for a gift; and it has answered. I hope I can use it, and Isidiana, wisely.

Isidiani is a half-elf, and blessed with a lean build and comely features. Her hair shoulder length brown hair is rarely out of place and she has incredibly pale yet intense blue eyes. When not wearing leathers for adventuring or the like, she enjoys modest yet lovely dresses.

Isidiani sees herself as well mannered, prim, and proper. Some of her half siblings consider her a bit of a priss. In truth, her high standards have yet to be truly tested by cold hard reality. In time she may loosen up, or even abandon a few ethics if the lure of might making right triumphs. However, as of now, she can be quite supportive of family, friends, and even strangers in need (But in about that order).