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Post by Culmir on Jul 23, 2006 0:24:02 GMT 1
Name: Marya Curorac. Age: 100. Species: Necromancer. Gender: Female. Date of Birth: Unknown. Place of Birth: Unknown. Height: 5,7” Weight: 67 Kilo’s. Hair Colour: Raven blue. Eye Colour: Green. Additional Features: tribal tattoo around her ankle.
Marital Status: Single Mother:Rima (deceased) Father: Rathma (deceased) Siblings: None
Physical Appearance: Marya’s skin is pale almost alabaster white but still slightly tanned. Marya has long blue/black hair that reaches all the way down to her knees, wrapped around her head she has a necklace like headband that lays on her forehead, the pendant shaped like a pentagram. Her eyes are framed by a layer of dark grey eye shadow and eyeliner. Her eyebrows are arched slightly and elegantly shaped above her almond shaped eyes. Her lips a dark brown shade to contrast the eye shadow. Marya’s jaw line is subtle and not to pronounced giving her a gentle look. On her slender shoulders two very thin dark blue straps of her shirt hang loosely on each side of her neck, further down her shoulders two broader straps lay on her shoulders, those are attached to the two separate pieces of cloth covering up her breasts. In the middle of those two darker pieces of fabric a cobweb shaped amulet was placed to keep the clothing from moving. There are also several other straps running back over her back to form a cobweb shaped pattern of straps on her back. The shirt ends high above her bellybutton but has several straps hanging down from it with several small amulets on it. Around Marya’s upper arms she wears two identical bracelets wrapped tightly around her upper arm, both bearing symbols of protection and obsidians imbedded in the centres. Her nails are long and painted a dark grey much like her lipstick. Wrapped around her slender waist she wears a piece of see-through fabric serving as a skirt but not restraining her movements, it reaches till the ground and drags behind her. It leaves most of her left side open to basically anything, the fabric is held onto place by a round shaped piece of jewellery that also wraps lightly around her waist by shackles of steel blue. To cover up the more private parts of her body she wears a short pair of pants under the skirt, in the same dark blue colour as her shirt. Marya has long legs which are slightly tanned, she wears open shoes with held onto her small feet with straps wrapping around her calf. On the shoes are little amulets again to protect herself. She carries a small pouch around her wrist with powder she needs to raise the dead.
Personality Profile: Marya is a very talented necromancer though she doesn’t like to show her powers unless she is really forced into it. She knows she doesn’t look like other necromancers and uses this to her advantage, she tends to tell people that she is something other than a necromancer because a lot of people fear them because of their powers to summon the dead. She’s very quiet but isn’t afraid to tell anyone what she thinks of him or her, no matter how powerful or important they are in society.
Background: When Marya was 2 years old her parents were exiled out of their original village. The reason was that, according to the town leader, the strongest of them all they had brought the devils spawn onto the earth and they wanted to keep her as far away from them as possible. After a few weeks of wandering around aimlessly in the forest not far from where the necromancer village was located Rima and Rathma decided it would be for their and their daughters benefit if they settled down somewhere and live out their lives, always trying to make Marya the happy girl she was when she was just born. But the impact of moving out of the village so abruptly had emotionally wounded Marya more then her parents knew, she smiled and was cheerful when she had to be and she tended to do this around her parents a lot when she turned 15 however she couldn’t keep her curiosity to herself and asked her parents why she didn’t look like them. Shocked Rima took Marya out to the edge of the forest and showed her daughter their old village, explaining very carefully why they had to leave from there. Marya was bright enough to pick up what exactly her mother was telling her about the reason why and chose to never mention anything about it ever again. It was after that conversation that Rima and Rathma decided they should say goodbye to the forest they had taken residence in and move to an actual village When Marya turned the respectable age of 60 her father decided that he should give her at least a little treat of her race, namely the knowledge of how to raise the dead. After a few years of extensive training Marya had learned everything she could possibly now about being a necromancer, though that knowledge had come with a price she had to pay, while she was training with her father he made a clumsy mistake in his protective spell to prevent the dead from turning onto him. The circle he had been standing in was flawed and the army of dead soldiers he had summoned had turned onto him and devoured him till there was nothing left of him but bones and his clothes. Rima tried to save her husband and was wounded during the attempt, she lived a few more years, enough for Marya to learn everything about life before she died as well due to an infection that had slowly spread in her body and ate her from the inside out. Marya still lives in Erumara though has spent a lot of years wandering in the surrounding forests to explore what was beyond it.
~~ Marya’s life ~~
In the Necromancer village called Cúma Undume also known as Hells Abyss Rima and Rithma lived, they were forced into marriage by the strongest necromancer of the village so at first things didn’t seem to go all too well. But after a few years they had grown used to each other and had learned to love and appreciate each other. Out of this strange forced married a baby was born with alabaster white skin. After a few months of arguing Rima and Rathma finally picked a name for their daughter. With a content smile on her face Rima wrapped the baby up in the silken cloth she had found in their village and went on to the their leader, waiting for his blessing as she introduced her daughter, Marya to him, sinking down to her knees Rima raised her daughter up to Armand who let out a gasp and stumbled back at what he saw. Marya’s hair was a black with a blue glow, a sign that he didn’t like, trying as much as he could to stay calm he looked down at Rima who kept her head and eyes down onto the ground out of respect for Armand. Taking a deep breath Armand began to mumble a blessing onto Marya, keeping his common black eyes fixed onto Marya’s sleeping and smiling face. When he was almost finished blessing the child Marya opened her eyes, sparkling green as she looked up at Armand and let out a cheerful little cry. Armand’s own eyes were wide with shock as he looked into the brightest green eyes he had ever seen, stumbling back he pointed at Rima who looked up to see why Armand had stopped so close to the end of his blessing. “you” Armand spoke, his voice quivering with fear “Get out of this village and take that spawn of hell with you!” he almost spat into Rima’s face as he turned around, his long coat whipping up in the motion as he strode off with large steps. Rima’s eyes filled with tears, she herself had noticed that Marya wasn’t like any other necromancer but she had hoped that the child would keep her eyes closed long enough for her to receive the blessing of all their gods properly, to shield her from harm. Overwhelmed with grief Rima cuddled the lithe child close to her chest, wrapping her own cloak around Marya a little more so to shield her from the unwelcome eyes than to prevent her from being cold. Hurrying her way through the village Rima made her way to her house as quick as she could, tears streaming down her face as she finally made it to her shabby house not too far from the centre of the village, closing the door behind her as tight as she could she placed Marya into her crib and started packing up all the things they would need the most, food, clothes, blankets, cooking gear, and everything else she couldn’t leave behind. Eventually Rathma came home, his face one of sorrow “I heard what happened” he spoke softly as he inclined his head towards Marya who sat upright in her crib, her green eyes following every move her parents made. Rima nodded slowly, more tears streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the wooden floor. Hushing and cradling Rima softly Rathma made his wife sit down on their bed as he finished packing all of their things, putting the few packs they had outside as they got ready to leave the village, gently guiding Rima outside her went back inside and grabbed Marya who wasn’t smiling as much anymore, her green eyes had dulled as her father picked her up and carried her outside, putting her in her mothers arms. Rathma closed and locked the door of their house with a key which he kept around his neck on a necklace. Smiling ruefully at their house he turned and saw a few of the villagers standing there, smirks on their faces, violent whispers being passed around as Rathma sighed and picked up their belongings, moving out of the village once and for all.
They had wandered through the forests that lay near to the village for a few years, waiting until Marya was old enough to walk on her own and help Rima out a little with the cooking and cleaning of their improvised house in the woods. But the little Marya rather played in the trees, singing with the birds that made their nests high up in the branches. Marya had always watched her parents with interest when they looked at her, what she saw in her fathers eyes resembled love to her but in her mother laid cold blame, Marya spent most of her childhood wondering just what exactly she had done when she was little to make her mother hate her so much. Marya had tried to ask her father who just waved her question off with a laugh and a pat on her head. Until that day that she just couldn’t hold it back any longer “Why do you hate me so much!” Marya exclaimed when she had gotten that same old glare from her mother for the 15th time that day. Rima looked startled at her daughter, tears glistening immediately in her eyes as she blinked them away, averting her face as she got up from the tree stub she was sitting on, taking Marya away from Rathma who looked as surprised as Rima had, guiding Marya gently Rima took her to the edge of the forest, looking down at the necromancer village they had lived in “this is where we used to live Marya” she started, sitting down on the soft moss that covered the ground, some leafs crisping gently as she sat down. Marya looked down at the village, making a slight face at it “Doesn’t look like what I remembered” she said bitterly, Rima smiled slightly as she motioned for Marya to sit down next to her on the moss, Marya bit on her lower lip a little as she sat down and hugged her knees to her chest waiting for her mother to start talking again. “When you were born your father and I had no idea what we should call you, we went through all the names we could think of until we finally settled for Marya, we thought it would be suiting for you since it translates into ‘Pale Beauty’ ” Rima said with a small smile “When I went to Armand, our supposed leader he wouldn’t bless you because of the way you look” Rima paused and placed her hand gently onto Marya’s blue-black hair “He told us that you were the spawn of hell and that we had to leave, I blamed you all these years for that” she said softly, a tear sliding slowly down her cheek as Rima waited for the outburst of Marya but instead the young woman stayed silent, staring down at the village still, her eyes as cold as steel and her jaw tensed “It’s okay mother” she said eventually “we’ll get payback for what they have done” she added bitterly.
After that Rima and Marya returned to their improvised house where Rathma was packing up things already, he smiled at Rima and Marya as he then went on packing all the things and breaking down the two tents before nightfall would set in. Rima frowned a little and placed a fond hand on Rathma’s arm, making him stop packing up things briefly “What are you doing?” she asked him softly so that Marya couldn’t hear that she didn’t know what was going on either. Rathma smiled at Rima and kissed her softly on her cheek “We’re moving” he said loud enough for Marya to hear as well. Cheering up immediately Marya dove into what was left of her tent to stuff her things into packs. Rima was grateful for that as she turned her black eyes onto Rathma “Are you crazy? Have you looked at you and me recently? We’re not what you can call normal! And what village do you think will accept us now hmm?” she demanded on a low tone, her black eyes flaring slightly at the silly grin that was pasted on Rathma’s face “Don’t worry” he said, still smiling “I already found us a village that is full of extraordinary people, all kinds of different races are there and they’d be happy to have us there, I even got us a house already” he said with a dazzling smile. Rima stared at him and simply blinked before she walked off muttering things under her breath, picking up things and putting them in their backpacks. Before night fell they were on their way towards the village Rathma had described, it was called Erumara and it sounded friendly to Marya’s ears. Upon arriving there Marya found out that her assumptions had been greatly understated, everyone was friendly and the house her father had bought had enough room for another whole family to live in, but after a while Marya had gotten used to the house as well as the village itself, she had a few friends here and there but they all seemed to think that Marya’s parents were strange because of their appearances. Marya had tried to explain some of her friends what her parents and she actually were as a race but she realized she barely knew what exactly she was, so one night she decided to ask her what exactly she was, Rathma was patient enough to explain what exactly a necromancer was and what kind of abilities they possessed, Marya was immediately interested in the idea of being able to raise the dead in times of need. Rima just stood back and watched it all unravel in front of her eyes, she had tried as best as she could to shield her daughter from the hazards of necromancery and now her own husband was turning his back on her.
On Marya’s 60th birthday Rima and Rathma gave her a pouch made of a delicate material it felt like liquid fire in Marya’s hands and yet it was surprisingly cool, it had the same colour as the clothes Marya had grown to wear much to Rima’s protests against the revealing clothes Marya had held her head up high and ignored her mother steadfast until she gave up and lived with what Marya wore as clothing, though she still occasionally made a few snide comments about it. Marya was intrigued by the pouch, there were several symbols weaved into it with great care and eye for detail, Marya had a vague clue that she had seen these symbols before but she couldn’t quite remember where she had seen them. Rathma smiled as he watched his daughter overlook the pouch, waiting until she would open it up and ask what the powder was for. Marya felt her fathers anticipation and her mothers resentfulness. Smirking Marya opened the pouch, a small glittery puff of smoke came from it as she then looked into the pouch, her green eyes sparkling before dulling a little, looking up at her parents Marya carefully took some of the pearly coloured powder out of the pouch holding it up into the sunlight “What am I suppose to do with this?” she asked. Rima smiled wearily “ask your father” she said softly as she turned around and went back into their house. Marya turned her green eyes onto her father, one of her delicately shaped eyebrows rising slowly as she waited for Rathma to explain what the powder was for. Rathma smiled as he gently took the powder from Marya’s hand and put it in a circle around himself and Marya, drawing intricate braiding patterns with it on the floor in the circle they were in, he then spoke a few unknown words loud and clear so he wouldn’t mess up. Not far from where they were the ground began to quake a little, shifting as a long bony hand reached out of the ground, dirt under its fingernails as it clawed at the ground, slowly a corpse came crawling out of the ground and stood still in front of Rathma who had to hold onto Marya to make sure that she wouldn’t step out of the circle. “see this is what is it for Marya” Rathma said softly to his almost grown up daughter, he sighed at the idea that she would only be his little girl for a small 40 years. Marya’s eyes sparkled with joy as she stared at the dead person standing in front of the circle “Teach me” she said softly, making Rathma smile “Of course” he replied. The next few years Rathma spend with Marya in the forest, explaining to her the fine details of the protective circle that she had to draw before she could even think about resurrecting someone from the dead. Marya was a quick learner though in the beginning she made the necessary mistakes, which only made her more determined to make her circles perfect and strong. And to be unconventional she even changed the patterns so much that she could make it a triangle pattern in stead of the preferred circle. After about a year or 20 Rathma thought it was time to challenge his daughter into an actual combat, dead versus the dead sort to speak, whomever won wouldn’t have to do the dishes that had been piling up for a few days. Rima had taken a seat onto a log and watched the battle before it started, it was too late for Rathma when she saw that his circle had been blown away a little by the soft breeze that swept through the forest where they were training in. Marya hadn’t noticed and was busy to draw her own patterns still when her father summoned his army of the dead who instantly turned around to face him, a look of confusion spreading on Rathma’s face as he watched the dead walk towards him unstoppable. Screaming in agony he was forced onto the ground, limbs being torn off his body and gnawed on by the dead, blood flowing from him until all that there was left where his blood drenched bones and clothes. Marya screamed and collapsed into her triangle, not able to get out of it because of the firm lock she had put on it, sobbing and crying, reaching out for her beloved father that was ripped to shreds in front of her very eyes. Rima was paralysed onto her spot, her mouth opened in a soundless cry of terror, her eyes wide and red because she hadn’t blinked for a few minutes now, unable to do anything until the last corpse had crawled back into their shallow graves. After a few minutes Marya was finally able to step out of the protection spell and she rushed over to her catatonic mother, who at the sight of seeing someone running over towards her started digging up the corpses that had attacked and brutally murdered Rathma. Unfortunately for Rima the corpse hadn’t gone back to its final resting place entirely and felt attacked when Rima started pulling on its arm, furiously the dead bit Rima in her hand. Surprised she pulled back and watched her dirty hand, blood running from it and dripping onto the ground where the corpse had just crawled back into. Covering up the bite in her hand Rima turned to face Marya who had only just gotten to the spot where she was, smiling weakly she looked down at the ground “Well I guess I will have to teach you everything now” she Rima said to Marya who frowned a little “No time to mourn” Rima continued, holding her head up high “Your father would of wanted it this way” she said. Marya nodded slowly, feeling the loss of her father deep in her very soul. The next few years Rima taught Marya how to raise the dead and how to keep a firm lock on them too. 20 years after Rathma had died Rima became ill a few days before Marya’s 100th birthday. Marya tried the best she could to keep her mother alive but her tries were in vain, an infection Rima had gotten from the undead bite had spread rapidly through her body, destroying her from the inside out. Marya buried her mother next to where she had buried her father. Her own life was about to begin...but she had no idea where it would start.
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Post by Culmir on Jul 23, 2006 12:04:09 GMT 1
Name: Culmîr Delu. Age: 27. Species: Venusian. Gender: Female. Date of Birth: Unknown. Place of Birth: Venusia, exact location unknown. Height: 5’9” Weight: 69 kg. Hair Colour: Red. Eye Colour: Golden. Additional Features: None. Education: Sword fighting. Preferred weapons: Katana or naginata.
Family[/i] Marital Status: Single. Mother: Ainu. (deceased) Father: Varna. (deceased) Siblings: None. Children: None. Physical Appearance: Culmîrs skin is slightly tanned because of the harsh sunlight on Venusia. She has long flame red hair that reaches till halfway down her back, when the sunlight falls on it, it gets a rather flame golden glow around it. Culmîrs eyes are almond shaped and a sparkling golden colour, when she gets mad her eyes turn into a dark almost black hue, when she is happy or curious her eyes begin to sparkle a little more and turn brighter in a glowing golden colour. Her eyebrows are arched slightly and elegantly shaped above her almond shaped eyes which she framed with a bit of black eyeliner and some brown/golden eye shadow, her lips are full and coloured red with a slightly darker rim around her lips to accentuate them a little more. Culmîr is usually dressed in a black leather bodysuit with a zipper on the front side which she tends to leave opened a little to show her full breasts off to anyone that cares to glance at her. She has a dark red belt looping around her waist and running diagonally over her chest so she can either hook her katana on her waist or strap it onto her back. Her boots are made of the same leather as her body suit and reach till under her knees, she used to keep two curved daggers in there but she lost those in a battle. Background: Culmîr was born on Venusia, it lies an ocean away from Erumara and it’s not known to many people, the land is red with luscious undergrowth and tall trees in the more shaded area of the country. Culmîrs family was well known on Venusia until a war began between Culmîrs family and that of another ones. The redhead was very young when this happened so she wasn’t allowed to come to see what was going on, this was the last thing she ever heard of her family, her mother and father were the first ones to die in the battle that raged on for several years until finally someone asked what the fight was about again. No one could recall why they were fighting each other and the war ceased. Culmîr was left alone in her house, her blood still boils at the thought that the war her beloved parents were killed in was not as important as she first thought it was. Culmîr grew up under the care of those that were still loyal to her parents. They trained her into the world of Venusian martial arts which isn’t much like normal martial arts. When Culmîr was 20 years old she had gained the same power her parents had before they were killed. The memory of their deaths were always present in Culmîrs mind, this caused her to declare war on those who had killed her parents so brutally over something stupid. Culmîr got what she wanted in the end, the head of her parents murderer on a silver plate. But she got it much later than she wanted to, she lost a lot of friends and more family in the war she had created but the world on Venusia had made her bitter and determined. She would of killed everyone on the land to get what she wanted. When the war was over Culmîr was 25 and was called to her elders to explain what she had done, in a result of this she was banned from Venusia, sent across the ocean where she came into the village of Erumara where she has been since then. Personality Profile: Culmîr isn’t exactly the friendly type, she’ll tell you exactly what is on her mind and what she thinks about you, she’s not afraid of anyone and feels superior to everyone. She has some mood swings occasionally which means she can be angry and lunging at you to rip your head off one minute and then the other be sweet and flirt with you. [/color]
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Post by Culmir on Jul 23, 2006 12:24:48 GMT 1
Name: Katriana Sulime. Age: 230. Species: Sorceress. Gender: Female. Date of Birth: Unknown. Place of Birth: Unknown. Height: 5’6” Weight: 60 kg. Hair Colour: Blonde. Eye Colour: Icy blue. Additional Features: Moon shaped scar on the back of her neck. Education: Magic. Preferred weapons: Naginata or magic.
Family[/i] Marital Status: Single. Mother: Unknown. Father: Unknown. Siblings: None. Children: None. Physical Appearance: Katriana is fair of skin tone, her face showing no sign of age, her skin creamy white and her icy blue eyes sparkling with vitality. Her blonde hair flowing down her back like a waterfall of curls, her hair reaches halfway down her back and is held onto place with violin shaped hair pins. Her cheekbones are well formed, giving her an almost noble appearance. She usually wears a black cloak when she travels, her naginata always held loosely in her right hand. Her cloak is held onto place by a silver violin shaped pin. Under her cloak she wears a medieval dress. The dress is long and pure white a golden rim on the end of the dress. On the skirt there were several golden stars embodied randomly on the silky fabric. The bodice of the dress is creamy white and has golden lacing on the front and back, it closes tightly around Katriana’s chest, it is low cut and shows a large part of her breasts that are pushed up and pressed together to make them look bigger and more full. The sleeves are long and of the same white as the skirt, golden lacing holding the sleeves attached to the bodice of the dress. Tiny pearls are embodied onto the dress in it’s whole, along with the golden stars. Since arriving in Erumara Katriana has chosen to don a different set of clothing, because her hair is prone to change colour at any moment due to the entity that resides in her mind most people describe her as either blonde or black haired or in between. Her outfits now consist of whatever is most appropriate for the task ahead of her, if she has to climb mountains she will wear a tunic in earth tones, if she is to be presented to the king and queen she will gladly wear gowns in all sorts of styles and colours. Her favourite clothing since arriving in Erumara is a purple bodice with gold trim that leaves a lot of flesh beared to the sun. Matching purple short pants and over that purple transparant fabric that swirls in the wind as well as with her magicks. Background: Katriana is not from Erumara, she has no memories from her childhood, all that she does remember is that she was trained by a woman named Ti’ane. She was the one that taught her magic and how to use it for good or bad. Katriana always loved to wander around in the world and help people do good, ever since she left Ti’ane behind in the place she calls home she’s been protecting people, always willing to help out people in hope that she might find someone out there that knows her from when she was little. She has come to Erumara now because she had heard that something evil was dawning over there, something big that was inevitable, something she thought would be worth fighting against. Personality Profile: Katriana is a quiet woman, she doesn’t speak that often unless she feels the need to, she rather listens to what other people have to say so she might learn from their experiences. She’s gentle and caring, she would rather run away from anyone that is mean to her rather than confront them and fight it out one way or another. If she has to she is capable to defend herself with the Naginata and her magic. [/color]
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Post by Culmir on Dec 6, 2006 20:04:49 GMT 1
Name: Valena Vesper. Age: 203. Species: Vampiress. Gender: Female. Date of Birth: Unknown. Place of Birth: Unknown. Height: 5’8” Weight: 70 kg Hair Colour: Brunette. Eye Colour: Crimson with black and dark red streaks. Additional Features: A tattoo on her palm. Education: Self-educated. Preferred weapons: Her fangs.
Family
Marital Status: Single but looking. Mother: Ravina Vesper (deceased) Father: Perde Vesper (deceased) Siblings: None. Children: None.
Physical Appearance: Valena is a pale brunette, her hair is long and slightly waving, ending up in a slight curl at the bottom. It reaches till halfway down Valena’s back, it is cut down into a tip so it looks as if it’s longer than it actually is. It drapes loosely on her shoulders and in front of her face sometimes. Her eyes are a deep crimson colour with a few streaks of black and a darker shade of red running through them. She tends to use a lot of red make up around her almond shaped eyes, she covers her eyelids in a dark shade of red and draws a black line around her entire eyes to give them a more deep effect. Under her eyes she also puts a little bit of red eye shadow as well to get a more mysterious look. Valena’s lips are full and usually red from all the blood she drinks or the lipstick she puts on. Her neck is long and slender and slopes down gently into her slender shoulders, around her neck the still fairly young vampires wears a thin silver necklace, dangling on the necklace a blood red ruby hangs just above Valena’s full breasts. Her dress is a made of satin, and consists of a corset that is attached to the skirt of the dress. On her arms Valena wears black satin gloves which end in a tip near her middle finger wear she wears a ring around so she can hook the gloves onto it to make sure they don’t slide up. On the rim of the gloves there’s an intricate design with red lacing. The same design is found on the corset of Valena’s dress and at the rim of her dress. Around the vampires waist she wears another thin silver waist band that falls down to the left side of her dress, on the tip of the long silver chain another ruby dangles along with a small delicate bell which make a lovely sound when Valena walks.
Background: Valena was 16 years old when she moved from her village and to Transylvania. Valena had heard of the stories about an evil monster lurking in the castles on the nearby mountain top and refused to move there. But her parents held their foot down and forced Valena to move with them. After having re-assured their daughter Valena’s parents didn’t think the girl would give them much trouble. Valena went to school like any other normal girl and her parents were pretty sure that things would turn out fine with her so they didn’t have to worry. The young brunette didn’t have many friends when she was at school and when she did have friends she would scare them away by asking questions about the castle in the clouds. She had seen glimpses of its glory when the fog pulled away, on days like those everyone in her little town seemed to hide away, not wanting to go outside for one second even though the day was warm and comfortable. Valena was the only one that would go outside of her house, even though her parents told her not to do it because of the superstitions of the towns men. Valena didn’t care much about what everyone in Transylvania thought about her, or what they thought about what would possibly happen if they did venture outside. The brunette spent most of her off time in the town’s library she had found, at first no one would tell her where they kept all the history books about the village but an elder woman spoke about the old church not too far out of the town’s gates. It had been burnt down some time ago for reasons unknown to anyone but since then the mayors of the town had decided their dark history should stay a secret to the curious ones. When Valena heard about the old church she was determined to find out where it was located, she knew it wasn’t on the way to the village else she surely would of noticed the old ruins of the castle, and given her intrigue for all things old and damaged she would of gone out to explore it. So every day after school Valena spent her time in the forest that lay on the other side of her little town, looking amidst the trees for the church until she found it in a clearing. It wasn’t too far from the path that lead up to the castle in the clouds, well there once was a path, now it was moss covered and never used anymore. Valena took up reading the old moulding books as a hobby and whenever someone asked her where she had gotten the book from she’d tell them she’d gotten them from some friends from her that still lived in the ‘civilised’ world. That usually made people walk away as fast as they could, pretending they were insulted though knowing Valena made a point.
Over the years Valena had devoured most of the books in the old church, some she had kept in a chest on her somber room in her parental house because she thought those books deserved a better treatment than lying in some cold, old, run down church waiting for little bugs to come chew at its pages. Valena’s parents had noticed their daughter had grown to love Transylvania, not for the reason they thought she did but because of its macabre history she had unravelled from her books. For her birthday the young brunette kept on asking for more books about myths, vampires and of course Transylvania, delighted her parents gave her what she had wanted most of all, a book they had found in the possession of one of the eldest people in the town. He had been reluctant to give it away but for the right price he was willing to sell it to Valena’s parents. The book covered about all the nasty things, the war that raged between the vampires and the humans that lived in Transylvania. The man pressed that this was pure fiction but Valena thought otherwise, there was too much prove for this all to be a pure myth. There were so many stories about vampire elders in the books that she had grown to long for a cold embrace from one of the vampires. The young girl started to dress differently, stopped going into the sunlight to give herself the paleness of vampires that were described in her beloved books. Her way of acting changed towards everyone, her own parents didn’t recognise the loving girl they had raised anymore, and she had changed into something they couldn’t understand. They tried locking her up in her room, taking everything away from her, her books, her letters, poems everything that she seemed to care for just a little. It didn’t work it only drove the lithe brunette into acting stranger. After a few months they just let her go, she could do whatever she wanted to do as long as she promised her parents every day that she wouldn’t go up to the castle in the clouds and see if her suspicions were right. Valena’s parents had spoken to some of the townsfolk to ask if it could be dangerous to let their daughter go up the mountain, everyone they had talked to told them that if they wanted their daughter alive and well they would have to keep her safely in the house. The castle was haunted, stirring with life in the darkest part of night brave men had sought out the danger of the castle and never returned, no one spoke about it ever again it was a silent understanding between everyone in the village. Valena’s mother pressed her daughter into making a blood vow that she would never venture to the castle alone. The brunette made the vow but she was too corrupted by her own thoughts and her books that she didn’t care, all she wanted to do was find out what was inside that castle that haunted her dreams and life. When Valena turned 25 she couldn’t stand it anymore, in one of the few stores in the village the girl had found a dress she loved, it was a pure white corset and a skirt that reached till down the ground, the lacing was on the front as well as on the back of her, she put white roses she had pulled out of her mothers garden in her hair, creating a sort of crown with roses and thorns on her head as she put the cross she had gotten from her grandma around her neck, it was red and heavy around her slender neck, she put gloves on her slender hands, white ones, before she walked off out of her house, not expecting to ever return there as she took the path into the forest. It was still early in the morning, the dew was fresh on the grass as she walked bare footed up the path, like a ghost in the mist she ventured on towards the castle. It was too late for the girl when her parents noticed her disappearance. The castle felt cold, it was dark inside and no lights were on except the few flares that were on the wall, the brick of the castle gave off an icy cold shivering Valena’s skin as she walked deep into the castle, feeling as if she was being watched by the paintings that were on the wall. The carpets on the floors didn’t do much to warm her cold feet or stop shivers from running up her spine, the darkness was unnerving for the brunette, and she was used to the night’s darkness not to this suffocating dark cloud that was pressing onto her. She was paranoid the more she walked on, hearing footsteps behind her though every time she looked behind her there was no one there. Staying alert Valena clutched the books she had taken from her home against herself, scolding herself for leaving the safety of the village for her curiosity. Walking deeper into the castle, not sure where she was heading at all as she walked on, some more light shining from under a closed door in front of her as she turned into a corridor. The footsteps sounding behind her again, more this time but she knew that if she turned around there wouldn’t be anything there. Nearing the door the woman placed her gloved hand onto the doorknob before she twisted it slowly, the door opening with a soft creak as she pushed it a little more open. A warmth coming from the room as the woman stepped inside, her eyes getting a little adjusted from the light that filled the room because of the many fires that burned. Her eyes wandering over everything in the room, coming to a rest on a tall black haired man sitting in a chair, a naked body sprawled over his lap, his face dug into her neck as blood dripped onto the floor. Valena shrieked slightly, her hand raising to her neck instinctively as she felt someone bumping into her from behind, startling the young woman stepped aside, her eyes wide as a pale woman flashed her fangs at her. This was what she had been looking for, the proof that vampires did still live, now that she had found them what she really wanted to do was run, run back to her house, to her safety when cold hands were placed onto her bare shoulders, a deep voice speaking. “This one came on her own” the voice spoke as she felt herself being pushed to the man sitting in the chair who lifted his head out of his victims neck slowly, black deep eyes glaring at Valena as the limp body of a woman fell down his lap and landed on the ground. A soft groan coming from the woman who was immediately picked up by someone else who bit down into her delicate flesh. Valena’s then still brown eyes locked onto the man who came towards her, her eyes widening a little in fear as she wasn’t able to move. The man stopped in front of her, his cold dead hand wrapping around her delicate neck slowly as he pulled her towards him, staring deep into his black eyes Valena didn’t flinch when he lowered himself to her, sinking his teeth into her skin as he drained the life out of her. Her body going weak as she felt the blood being sucked out of her veins leaving her close to dying as he then let go of her, pulling his teeth out of her skin “This one will live as ours” he spoke, turning around again as Valena fell down onto the ground, loosing consciousness. The next time she woke up she was reborn, a vampire at last.
Personality Profile: Valena loves the fact that she’s a vampire, she’s morbid and loves it, she takes pleasure in killing her victims and loves dressing up in the Victorian gothic style.
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Post by Culmir on Mar 19, 2009 20:37:21 GMT 1
Name: Ebony Sicil. Age: 437. Species: Vampiress. Gender: Female. Date of Birth: Unknown. Place of Birth: Unknown. Height: 6’5” Weight: 78 kgs. Hair Colour: Black. Eye Colour: Golden. Additional Features: Family crest on her necklace Education: Musical degree. Preferred weapons: Her fangs.
Family
Marital Status: Single Mother: Renate (deceased) Father: Alec (deceased) Siblings: None Children: None
Physical Appearance: Ebony is fair skinned like most vampires, her hair is black and short cropped, the ends of her hair stands outwards, giving her a pixie-like resemblance. Her face is oval shaped, her eyes golden because of her animal diet, they darken if she gets too thirsty, her lips are full and red. Ebony uses a little bit of black around her eyes to accentuate her golden eyes but not as much make up as her friend Valena tends to do. Ebony is usually dressed in a just over the knee black skirt, with a golden line running in a curved line to the bottom of the skirt. A dark blue top with a white line running just under her breasts with a black line at the top of her top along with some white lacing. Over that she wears a plain black vest, depending on the weather. She has a necklace around her slender neck, it’s white with her family crest on it.
Background: Ebony doesn’t remember much about her past, she doesn’t know who created her all she remembers from the changing process is pain. She has no recollection of where she came from, she found out about her parents through her last name which she got after someone recognised her in her early days of being a vampire. Her parents were still human when Ebony left her hometown, not willing to share where that was to keep the people safe there, her parents are presumed dead as Ebony is old for human standards. Ebony came across Valena a couple of hundred years ago while she was hunting, they have been friends since then. It was apparent that Valena was younger than Ebony by the way she acted and spoke, her language was less sophisticated than Ebony’s who had been raised in a different time than Valena but the two got along quite well. Valena was relatively young when she was changed, still a child in the eyes of Ebony who had been turned roughly around her thirties.
Night had settled onto the small village, windows were closed shut, lights went out, children were put to bed and the nuns in the local monastery were saying their prayers before turning into their simple rooms and going to sleep. Ebony was the first one to wake up, her eyes snapping open as she drew in a deep breath, her eyes were a delicate shade of crimson as she still fed on human blood at the time she met Valena. Sitting up in her chosen room for the night Ebony stretched herself purely out of habit than necessity, she let out her breath slowly, knowing Valena was up too as she heard the familiar rustle of Valena’s attire. However the girl got through her entire life wearing nothing else but velvet and silk Ebony would never quite get, Ebony herself was a simplistic dresser, whatever was in fashion at the time worked for her, or whatever was practical at the time. Moving quietly around the room Ebony got dressed, pulling her fingers through her then long black hairs, before exiting the room and slipping into Valena’s next to hers. The house they were currently in had once been inhabited by two elder people but they had both been taken care of, Valena had taken the man and Ebony the female, it looked as if they had died during their sleep, the puncture marks had hardly been noticed by anyone. The bodies had been buried and the house had remained vacant until someone would move into it again which provided for the perfect place for Ebony and Valena to stay during the daytime. Valena was already up and about, squishing herself into her clothes, she had taken to wearing a crimson gown lately, it was simple for Valena’s standards. Ebony rolled her eyes as she waited for Valena to finish, a smirk on her face, this was going to be their last night in the small town and they had planned to try the blood of the local nuns just once. Neither of them had ever tasted it before and they were curious if it was any good at all, slipping out of Valena’s room the pair made their way slowly out of the house. Night had fallen more prominently and the village was dimly lit by both the moon as the streetlights, silently making their way across the village the duo slipped into the church. The church looked eerie in the moonlight, there were a few candles lit sparsely, it didn’t matter to the two vampires who had perfect sight in the dark. The building was empty, the benches were all placed facing towards a central point in the church, the altar, on which some relics were still standing. There were several statues standing on the pillars supporting the large dome, more religious paintings were on the ceilings, depicting a man slaying monsters mostly. Valena had sauntered straight down the middle of the church sniffing out the smell to the door that would lead to the convent that was adjacent to the church. Ebony lingered a little by the door, her crimson eyes moving over the stained glass windows that were set high into the windows above, they depicted the local messiah and the monsters he had supposedly defeated to be regarded as holy. The man was depicted as an angel, noticeable by the halo of gold glass around his head as well as the wings that the creator had aptly added to his figure, the clothes of white sort of gave it away too. The demons varied from little devils, red and with forked tails to dragons the size of houses, Ebony frowned a little, wondering what kind of church would honour a man that slayed monsters. Walking her way towards the centre of the church Ebony let her crimson eyes remain on the stained glass, each window showing her the same man and a range of creatures he supposedly destroyed. Her footsteps faltered slightly when her eyes came upon the fifth window and the largest by far, the man was hammering a wooden stake through a beautiful fanged female. There was no doubt about what was shown there, the supposed way to kill vampires had always been a little laughable to Ebony who had actually felt the sting of a stake in her body, fortunately for her, the man who had put it in her, didn’t quite know where the heart was. Most people figured holy water prevented vampires from doing anything but it was the same as normal water to them, crosses were tricky, they burned but they didn’t kill. Stakes through the heart and direct sunlight was an appropriate way, stakes paralyzed vampires, so they would remain in the same state until someone would pull the stake out, which rarely happened. Unless you had the good fortune of being found by another vampire who was willing to lend a hand or two, sunlight disintegrated vampires, it worked, but vampires avoided that mostly. And elder vampires of course were not affected by such trivial things as the sunlight. Dismemberment and burning was a sure way to get rid of vampires too. Ebony shuddered a little, her eyes flicking to the stake in the vampires heart in the stained glass window and the pyre in the background. Whoever made these windows knew their monsters well, as well as how to kill them, hopefully, he or she wasn’t around anymore and wouldn’t be able to help these poor nuns. Crimson eyes moved towards the younger brunette who was whining at the closed door not far from where Ebony had stood, staring at the windows. Shaking her head the black haired vampire moved swiftly across the church and stared at Valena “you know it isn’t going to open up on itself” she said sarcastically as she watched the girl with mild amusement. Valena let out a low hiss as she glared at Ebony, her blood red eyes narrowed slightly “There is a cross on the doorknob, it hurts” she whined. Ebony stared incredulously at the brunette before turning her gaze onto the doorknob, Valena was right, there was a copper cross on the round doorknob, tilting her head Ebony stared at it before reaching her slender hand out and placing it onto the doorknob. A small amount of smoke emitted from her hand as she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, releasing the doorknob and blowing casually on her hand, flicking a glance at Valena who was staring dumbstruck at Ebony. “Years of experience” Ebony winked at the petite brunette before she stepped through the door and into the dimly lit corridor behind it. The corridor was damp and smelled strongly of incense and sweat, Ebony wrinkled her small nose at the smell as she wandered on, Valena following behind her. The hallway made a slight turn to the left revealing another door, it was plain wood and seemed to be close to falling apart from old age, Ebony glanced at the doorknob again, noticing the same copper cross on it. Shrugging the black haired vampire put her hand on it again, hearing a whimper from Valena behind her as smoke billowed of her hands again as she gripped and twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open. Waving her hand slightly as she stepped in Ebony got rid of the smoke easily enough, her crimson eyes surveying small room she was standing in, quite obviously this was where the nuns ate in the morning. There was a long wooden table in the centre of the room, benches were next to the table and at the head of the long table was an ornately carved chair, for the priest no doubt. Valena had skipped ahead already, following her impeccable sense of smell to the sweet scent of human blood wafting down from behind the door to the far right of the room. Ebony remained standing in the room a little longer as Valena moaned at the door, obviously not touching it herself because of the cross that seemed to be dominating the doors mostly. Crimson eyes moved slowly over the table, it was already set for the next morning as there were copper plates on the table as well as cups and eating utensils, there were a total of 9, it seemed few for a church this size. Ebonys eyes trailed upwards to the large window that was situated behind the only chair in the room as moonlight trickled through the stained glass, it was the churches holy again, standing dressed in white flowing robes, his hands beside his body palms upwards as a sign of wanting to help, a golden halo crowning the head. Tilting her head Ebony stared at the picture, he seemed so familiar it was awkward, the background of the stained glass window was dominated by blue shards that ended in tips towards the man, like the gates of supposed heaven had opened up behind him. Ebony had seen plenty of stained glass windows in her days, so she knew enough about them to know how they should be interpreted, she smirked a little, funny how all churches she had visited seemed to have at least one window like the one she was staring at. Shaking her head a little, still smirking Ebony sauntered over to where Valena was whining at the door, opening it once more with a roll of her eyes at Valena’s cringe when the smoke came again. “Really now, it doesn’t hurt that much” Ebony said, having felt worse, Valena snarled “I don’t care, I don’t want to risk having to walk around with a cross burned into my skin” she hissed at the taller vampire. Ebony laughed lightly, showing her fangs as she smiled fondly at the younger vampire “You should know by now we heal absurdly fast, and the only thing that scars our body is our fangs” she said, mildly amused. Valena made a face as she stepped into the corridor, muttering “yeah well, still don’t want to risk it” making Ebony chuckle. The door had opened up into a winding stairs which Valena was swiftly climbing, followed closely by Ebony who could hear the blood running through veins getting closer. Two shadows moved silently over the walls, the stairs were lit by candles that stood in chandeliers that were attached to the dark stone walls. Following the steps up for a couple of seconds the two vampires found themselves standing in a hallway with a dozen doors on either side, Valena flashed a fanged grin at Ebony who was standing in the middle of the hallway, unsure of which room to go for first. Ebony looked around in the hallway, from most of the rooms sounds of light breathing came but some were empty, Ebony glanced at Valena who was now staring intently at the doorknobs. Frowning a little the black haired vampire glanced at the doorknobs as well, smirking as she saw the copper crosses on them “looks like you won’t be eating much after all” Ebony said with a smirk. Valena glared angrily at Ebony “You wouldn’t deny me my food” she said as she pouted a little, Ebony smirked and shook her head “No, I would just let you finish mine“ she said with a grin. Ducking out of the way Ebony avoided Valena’s swipe at her head “okay fine” Ebony said, placing her hand on the nearest doorknob and twisting it slowly before pushing it open with a soft creak. Valena slipped in silently, having smelled the two different blood types so she pulled in Ebony as well, Valena swiftly made her way over to the figure on the right side of the room, sleeping soundly in a bed. Ebony went to the other bed, a still somewhat young woman was sleeping in the bed there, her eyelids fluttered a little as the candles that were in the hallway shone into the room that was pitch black. Valena had already dug into her chosen victim and Ebony could smell the blood coming from the two puncture marks on the woman, closing her eyes Ebony lowered herself to her dinner, her fangs gently and slowly piercing the delicate flesh of the womans neck as Ebony drew blood. Her lips were placed lightly over the two marks as if she was kissing the young nun as she began to drink the sweet A positive bloodtype from the womans veins. Keeping her eyes closed Ebony could feel the life slipping out of the woman as she was drained from the one thing her frantic heart was trying to pump through her body to keep her alive. Ebony heard the last wisp of air leaving Valena’s victim softly as the brunette ended her feast before Ebony, savouring the last seconds Ebony sucked harder on the two small holes, pulling the remaining blood out of the womans veins, the last drop always did taste so delightfully sweet. Not yet fully satisfied Ebony parted from the nun who was rapidly cooling down now, glancing at Valena she made a quick nod with her head towards the door, catching the hint the petite brunette made her way out of the room and into the dimly lit hallway. Turning after she had exited Ebony grasped the doorknob once more, closing the door so that any stray nuns wouldn’t notice the two corpses in their beds, it was getting slightly annoying now that all the doorknobs seemed to have crosses on them. Slipping to the next door Ebony opened it once again, there was already smoke coming from her hands now so it didn’t really matter much anymore if she was going to open it or not. Upon entering they found themselves staring into a pair of large brown eyes, one of the nuns had woken up for some reason as was right on her way out, probably to find the nearest washroom when Ebony and Valena slipped in. The nun seemed to be petrified but when Valena moved for the woman she screeched “the end is near the end is…” before she could say anything else Valena snapped the womans neck with a sickening crunch that seemed to echo into Ebony’s ears. Shocked the black haired vampire stared at Valena who was grinning as she spoke “I didn’t quite catch that” she paused “did she say the end is near…” she paused again as she let the limp nun fall from her hands at her feet “or here” she finished with a grin. Ebony frowned at her friend, it was at this point that Ebony decided she would not drink human blood again after this night. Luckily the nun Valena had so cold-bloodedly murdered had been sleeping alone in her room and was not paired with anyone else like the pair of nuns they had encountered earlier. Staring at the lifeless corpse in front of her feet Ebony stepped aside to let Valena pass and walk out of the room, Ebony was unsettled by the large brown eyes that were wide open and seemingly staring accusingly at the black haired vampire. Squatting down next to the nun Ebony pulled her fingers lightly over the womans eyes, making them close before standing back up, turning on her heel and swiftly making her way out of the room, closing the door behind her. Valena was already standing next to the nearest door down the hallway and was waiting for Ebony to open the door once more because the brunette simply refused to put her hands onto the crosses that were on the doorknobs. Sighing very softly to herself Ebony placed her slender hand onto the next doorknob again, twisting in and pushing it open slowly, watching the shorter vampire slip into the room quietly as Ebony blew on her hand once more. It didn’t hurt much at first but the crosses were really beginning to burn now, it was annoying but not something Ebony couldn’t cope with, slipping into the next room Ebony swore to herself that this would be her last victim, after all, if she was going to stop drinking human blood after this night she might as well get her fill. Her crimson eyes locked onto the sleeping form in the bed, the other bed in the room was empty, raising an eyebrow the black haired vampire looked at Valena who was staring hungrily at the figure under the blankets. Giving a slight nod Ebony turned on her heel and headed out of the room so to give Valena this kill, though she was still hungry Ebony did feel slightly uncomfortable going for the next room, what if the person in there was awake too? What would she do when she would find herself staring into brown eyes again? Taking a deep breath Ebony placed her hand lightly onto the doorknob, hissing a little from the burning that now seemed to be worse than before, letting go of the doorknob momentarily Ebony stared at it. This doorknob was silver and more intricate than the plain copper ones she had encountered before, tilting her head a little Ebony grasped it again and twisted it gently, pushing the door open slowly as she slipped inside. Not risking to let any light from the hallway to get inside and possibly wake up whomever was sleeping there, her crimson eyes moved slowly over the room, it was bigger than the other ones she and Valena had been in earlier. There was a desk in front of the window and the moonlight shone faintly through the aging curtains showing an opened book on the desk, curious Ebony slipped closer and found herself staring at a bible of sorts. Picking up the book carefully she glanced at the figure sleeping soundly in the bed, luckily her thirst wasn’t so bad that she could actually resist the scent the figure was giving off, flicking through the book Ebony noted that it was a collection of stories, reading a few lines Ebony made a disgruntled sound, it was a manual on how to kill monsters. She should of known that people in a church like this would have something like this around, glancing at the sleeping form once more Ebony sat down on the chair in front of the desk, knowing Valena wouldn’t interrupt her any time soon she began to go through the pages until her eyes caught onto the word she had been looking for…Vampire. Crimson eyes followed the lines slowly as Ebony began to read on best ways to kill her own kind but much to her surprise she found something that might have been of some interest to her later on, apparently vampires could sustain on other blood than human. Animal blood worked as good as human blood, just not reptilian blood as they were cold blooded, slightly amused Ebony tore the page from the book and stuffed it into her top for safe keeping before she placed the book back onto the table. She took another glance at the woman that was sleeping soundly, there was no question about it that this elder woman had been the priestess of the church, funny, Ebony thought it would have been a man leading this strange congregation. “Looks like you’ll be off the hook tonight” she whispered to the sleeping form as she silently slipped out of the room once more, Valena was just emerging from her own room, giving a slight nod Ebony went back to the hallway that led out of the monastery, knowing the brunette would follow. Stepping out of the church into the dark of night the two vampires silently and swiftly made their way back to the house they had settled in, Valena was overjoyed by the fact they had actually drunk blood of nuns during their last night in the village were as Ebony was wondering if she could really live on the blood of animals.
Ebony turned to face Valena who had seated herself on the sofa in the living room of the spacious house, her crimson eyes locking with Valena’s blood red ones “I think it’s time we went our separate ways” she said softly, sitting down in one of the comfy chairs opposite of Valena. Valena raised an eyebrow slowly as she stared at Ebony “really, and why would that be?” she asked as she kept her eyes locked onto the black haired vampire “was it something I did? or have you had enough of my company?” she asked after Ebony had remained silent for a few seconds. Ebony shook her head slowly “no, it’s not you” she said as she smiled reassuringly at the younger brunette “It’s just something has come to my attention and I have to go at it alone” she said, hoping that it was enough information to keep Valena from prying. Valena frowned a little “what kind of information?” she asked as she shifted a little on the sofa so she could look at Ebony more closely who shrugged casually before replying “Just a myth around our kind that I recently discovered that is worth examining” she said, trying to keep it as vague as she could. Ebony wasn’t sure how Valena would react to the idea of feeding on animals rather than humans, the brunette had always seemed to completely adore the idea of her being a vampire, Ebony wasn’t as thrilled about it ever since she had found out what she had become. Valena tilted her head and then shrugged casually “sure, go for it, just promise me if you ever find yourself in or around the area I’m prowling in you’ll stop by?” she asked with a small smile “after all we’ve been together for a few years now” she added, still staring at Ebony. Smiling Ebony nodded “I promise if I ever catch your scent I’ll make sure to track you and say hi” she said, slightly amused at how Valena needed the reassurance that their friendship would last. Valena smiled broadly “That’s settled then!” she said “actually, I’ll be really honest” she paused as she got up from the sofa “I was kind of planning to take a little side trip of my own as well, go back to Transylvania you know, see if my parents are still around and maybe scare them a little” she said as she flashed her fangs at Ebony. Ebony chuckled softly as she eyed the younger vampire curiously “well good luck with that V” she said as she got up from her chair as well, walking up the stairs to take what few possessions she had to make ready for her departure. Valena smiled a little saddened at Ebony before she retreated to her own room and packing her things before she left the house, not really wanting to say goodbye Valena made sure she left before Ebony did. Alone in the house Ebony took her time to re-read the page she had torn out from the book, if she really was going to try and live off animal blood she had better make sure it was in an area with plenty of wildlife and virtually no population. Her eyes moved across her room before coming to rest on a globe that was in the corner near the bookcase that dominated most of the wall, swiftly making her way over to it Ebony scanned for her options, settling for the most densely forested area she could find. Smiling to herself Ebony grabbed her bag holding her things, headed out of the room, smelling the already fading scent of Valena hanging in the air, knowing the brunette had already left, Ebony shook her head a little, goodbyes never suited Valena. Stepping out into the darkness Ebony glanced up at the sky, she still had a few good hours of darkness to travel through, it would get her far enough from population as possible until she would need to sleep through the daylight. Starting to run Ebony headed straight for the nearest tree-line, her feet blurring because of the speed she was running at, stopping when she found a old ruin in the middle of the forest, it would make a good enough shelter for the day as the roof was still intact and kept the sun out. Slipping into it Ebony settled herself for sleep, making sure that she wasn’t in any danger of rays of sun slipping through cracks and holes in the walls and roof the black haired vampire went to sleep, knowing her next hunt wouldn’t be the same.
Having slept through most of the day Ebony opened her eyes, the sun was setting so it was still to early for the vampire to come out of her hiding spot for the night, sitting and waiting for the sun to have vanished from the sky Ebony thought of Valena and wondered how the vampire was fairing on her own now. Surely Valena could take care of herself but she also did have a little bit of a habit of getting into trouble, smiling at the memories Ebony sighed, her hands finding the page from the book once more, her crimson eyes moving over the lines ”Vampires: vampires are brushed off as mythological creatures that only exists in scary stories, they are very real however. There are a few ways to kill a vampire; 1. Drive a wooden stake through the heart, this will effectively incapacitate the vampire until the stake is removed. 2. Exposure to direct sunlight, this will disintegrate the vampire to dust. 3. Dismemberment and burning, dismembering the vampire and then proceeding to burn the limbs is the most effective way to destroy a vampire. Vampires live in covens, some vampires are known to travel on their own possibly because they haven’t been accepted into a coven or because they don’t appreciate the rivalry when hunting. Vampires can be recognised by their pale skin, sharp fangs, unnatural beauty, incredible strength and speed. I have found records of a man who has encountered a vampire who had claimed he was different, he said he could sustain himself on animal blood and no longer felt the need to feed on human blood, no proof of this has ever come to my attention at the moment of writing this. Ebony folded the page once more, and put it back into her bag, it was a little frustrating that the writer of the book had never bore witness to a vampire living of animal blood so for all Ebony knew she could possibly die from it. Ebony never really gave much thought to how she would die, not when she was human because she had been so young still when she was turned that she hadn’t considered she would die then, and never while being a vampire, she never knew vampires could die until she saw it with her own eyes. It was a little unsettling to know that immortality wasn’t actual immortality after all, yes, vampires lived longer than most humans but they could die, not by a whole lot of ways but still vampires could stop existing. Night had finally set more prominently in the forest where Ebony was resting, slipping out of her hiding spot the black haired vampire stretched, her limbs cracking from the uncomfortable switch of sleeping in a bed or on the forest ground. Glancing around slowly Ebony remembered which way to walk, photographic memory provided that heading east from her resting place Ebony picked up speed again, running as fast as her long legs could carry her. She had to be careful sometimes when she got close to a town or a cabin in the woods, she had been feeding frequently when she was with Valena and she had never gone a night without fresh blood, so she was unsure of her own reactions if she could hear the blood pumping through veins. The forest always seemed to be unusually quiet when Ebony walked through it, having slowed down to enjoy her scenery and orient herself a little more when she figured she had gotten close enough to her selected hunting grounds. It would take her half the day tomorrow to get exactly where she wanted to be, as far away from civilised world as she could possibly get, but the burn in her throat had gotten worse over the course of the night and Ebony could no longer run at full speed without getting distracted by delicious scents all around her in the woods. Ebony’s already darkening eyes locked onto a small cabin in the middle of the forest, it looked deserted to her as a tree had fallen onto the roof and was still laying on it, surprisingly enough most of the roof was still intact and the cabin seemed solid enough. Swiftly making her way over towards it Ebony strained her ears and took a deep breath, the only thing she could hear was the quick heartbeats of a family of rabbits nearby, and a pack of deer near the stream that was running through the forest. They didn’t smell quite as mouth-watering as humans but if you were hungry enough Ebony could certainly understand how you could feed on animals, though of course hunting would take longer as an animal could never have enough blood as a human, depending on the creature of course. After making sure the cabin was empty and that the chance of a human coming back to check on the cabin was minimal Ebony moved into the cabin, sunrise was only a few minutes away so hunting this night had really not been an option. Ebony reassured herself that tomorrow night she would be able to hunt, the thirst was scorching Ebony’s throat that day when she went to sleep, and she knew it would be much worse tomorrow. Coal black eyes snapped open quickly, the sun had shone its final rays of light mere seconds ago and Ebony was hungry enough to let the animal inside of her take control, she wondered if this is what if must of felt like when a humans basic survival instincts kicked in, except Ebony wasn’t human anymore. Slipping silently out of the cabin Ebony prowled, her eyes scanning her surroundings carefully as she listened to the sounds of the night, yellow eyes were staring at her from the high trees, Ebony noted it was a small rodent, not worthy as a prey. Crouching slightly Ebony inhaled deeply, letting the scents saturate her lungs slowly before she exhaled, her head swerving to the left, her blackened eyes locking onto her target deep into the trees. Kicking off Ebony lunged herself at the tree line, moving as fast and silently as she could, gaining on her prey who were trying desperately to run away, having smelled the sweet vampire smell being carried on the wind. Ebony closed her arms tightly around the doe’s neck, snapping it with a crunch as she sunk her teeth into the fur, her eyes closing as she felt the sweet warm blood pool in her mouth, draining the large doe of its precious blood. Crimson eyes looked back up as the carcass was dropped to the forest ground, a trickle of blood seeping down her chin as Ebony scolded herself silently for not having taken down another deer along with the first one. The thirst was still blazing down into her throat, licking her lips Ebony crouched once more, intent on finding the rest of the deer when a gust of wind from the west hit her, it carried a more prominent scent than the ones of the deer. Turning on her heel Ebony lunged herself into that direction, breathing evenly to make sure she was still on target to her prey as she hunted it, in the forest ahead of her Ebony’s vampire eyes could easily make out the sleek feline figure stalking through the trees. Clambering up a tree Ebony makes out the soft thudding of large paws, the rhythmic throbbing of a large heart, pumping the precious blood through the sleek body. Sitting motionless Ebony waits for the mountain lion to pass under her, the cats ochre eyes locked onto its own prey as the black haired vampire leaps from the tree, landing directly behind the lion, and the leaves under her feet crisping slightly alerting the lion of her presence. The lion whirls, exposing his teeth while letting out a piercing roar, and swipes at Ebony with curved black claws, tangling its large nails into Ebony’s long black hairs. Growling Ebony closes her hands in a steel-like grip around the large cat, pinning the lion to the forest floor as she sinks her teeth into his neck, drinking quickly. The lions struggles grow feebler and the snarls and howls erupting from the feline fades slowly into a choking gurgle. The large cat dies soon after, leaving a limp carcass, satisfied Ebony steps away from the heap of fur, licking her lips clean of the blood, running her slender fingers through her black hair. She was going to have to do something about that if she was going to keep up this life-style, it was apparent that animal blood was in fact a way for vampires to remain alive, this sure brightened Ebony’s future now she knew she never had to kill another human to survive. Ebony locked her slightly yellowing eyes onto the distance, moving back to the cabin where she had spent the day swiftly Ebony retraces what had happened that night and with a pair of rusted scissors she found in a drawer in one of the long forgotten pieces of furniture in the cabin she cuts her long hair off, into the shorter more practical hair cut. Enthralled by her discovery that she can survive on animal blood, Ebony decides to stay in the forest for a little while until she is absolutely sure she could resist the temptation of human blood. After a decade ebony was confident enough to go back out into the world, leaving her familiar forest behind and went in search for her long lost friend, hoping to convince her to join the vegetarian life-style.
Personality Profile: Ebony is highly opposed to the drinking of human blood ever since she found out she could sustain on animal blood too, after all she had eaten meat when she was human so it really wasn’t that different to her. She felt wrong to take a humans life who might have had a very promising future, she once herself had been quite promising before she was changed. Ebony enjoys playing and composing music, her favourite medium is the piano but over the years she has learned to play various other instruments. She is very reserved and doesn’t like to share her past with people she is unfamiliar with, it takes a couple of years for Ebony to start feeling acquaintanced with anyone, and Valena is one of people who she counts among her few friends.
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Post by Culmir on Aug 24, 2010 13:55:55 GMT 1
Name: Loracynn Avox Age: 20 Species: Shapeshifter Gender: Female Date of Birth: 28th day of the 17th moon Place of Birth: Erumara Height: 5’6” Weight: 55 Kg Hair Colour: Dirty blonde Eye Colour: Amber Additional Features: Topaz imbedded into her navel Education: Erumaras schooling system Preferred weapons: Charkram
Family Marital Status: Single Mother: Cinna Avox Father: Haymitch Avox Siblings: 1 Sister (Jade age: 11) Children: none
Physical Appearance: Loracynn is a dirty blonde woman with amber coloured eyes, her face appears to be innocent at first glance but she is very well capable of defending herself. Because of her mother she dresses herself in the female things that her mother so desperately wants to see her in. Out of all the attires she has, she prefers to wear her dark orange knee length skirt with black tulle over top of it to dim the colour slightly. The corset that matches it is black and buttoned up on the front, decorated with orange flowers and black curls. Though her mother doesn’t approve, Loracynn likes to wear her lace gloves that were a gift to her from her grandmother she only knows through letter contact. When given the choice Loracynn would like to dress in comfortable tunics and her greatest wish is a leather outfit like those of the assassins in the far north, though her mother would never approve.
Background: Loracynn is born in Erumara, her parents were travellers from another continent and chose to settle in the small village close to the forests edge. They were quickly accepted into the village as Haymitch proved to be a skilled woodworker and Cinna offered to help out with several chores the women in the village did to make sure the streets were clean and the bushes and flowers in the towns square were tended to. No one asked questions about where they had come from or why exactly they had settled in Erumara as most of the townsfolk knew people liked to keep their business exactly that, theirs. After several years Cinna became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter who they named Loracynn, after Cinna’s grandmother. At her birth they inserted a topaz gemstone into the girls navel, townsfolk were led to believe it was a customary thing in their family and meant only as decoration. 9 years later Cinna became pregnant again and gave birth to another daughter that they named Jade, she was also given a gemstone but hers was an emerald. It wasn’t until Loracynns 20th birthday that her ability became active, it had happened after a fight with her parents about her joining the upcoming war. She had run away from home and went to her favourite spot in the woods, where she would tell stories to anyone wanting to hear them told. As she was spinning an image in her head of her favourite character, a wild black haired assassin who she had yet to name, she felt warmth spreading through her limbs. A small tug from the gemstone in her bellybutton and a rippling sensation that stretched from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. When she had gotten up she had found herself in the form she had been thinking of, she was sleek, black haired, feline almost and deadly as an assassin. The shock of her transformation had sent her back into her more natural form and soon after that her parents had come to find her. Even though they had settled permanently in their human forms they could still sense the shifting of one of their kind. They hadn’t expected their children to be able to morph because they were conceived with both their parents permanently settled into forms they were comfortably with. Cinna and Haymitch explained very carefully to Loracynn that there were limits to her shapeshifting; it used up a lot of energy from the gemstone that leeched from her own stamina. The more she morphed or the bigger the change the faster she would have to rest, sleep and restore her energy before she could morph again. Minor changes like vocals and physical appearance didn’t take much but changing shape and possibly morphing into a different creature took a lot. With that knowledge Loracynn was still forbidden to join the war, because after her sister Jade had been born Cinna had some serious complications and could no longer bear children and neither Cinna nor Haymitch wanted to risk their two only daughters to a war. So Loracynn stayed in the village, secretly hoping to be discovered by one of lord Vyse’s sergeants and asked to aid in the war because of her shapeshifting abilities giving them a remarkable advantage.
Personality Profile: Loracynn is generally very quiet, she prefers to observe and then when asked give her opinion on matters, but only when asked. She enjoys hunting, she frequently goes into the forest with her father to shoot wild geese and set traps to catch rodents for dinner. More than anything she wants to help in the war, she thinks that with her shapeshifting she can infiltrate the enemies’ lair and relay useful information to lord Vyse and perhaps the king himself.
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Post by Culmir on May 2, 2011 18:00:08 GMT 1
Name: Clover Rue Age: 22 Species: Human Gender: Female Date of Birth: 3rd moon of the 7th month by Erumaran calendar Place of Birth: Carvahal Height: 5’7” Weight: 130 lbs Hair Colour: Red Eye Colour: Grey Additional Features: None Education: Carvahal institute Preferred weapons Kodachi
Family
Marital Status: Single Mother: Rose Rue Father: Camden Rue Siblings: Twin brother: Cam Children: none
Physical Appearance: Clover is a short woman for her age, in Carvahal the other children used to pick on her because of her small form. Her red hair is cut short and frames her face in uneven spikes of hair.
She generally goes dressed in a black short frilly skirt with black shorts under them in case she has to climb over anything. Her boots stop just under her knees and are made of a sturdy black leather, buckles loop across the back so Clover can slip a dagger or two inside the leather straps, where they remain virtually unseen. Her favourite top is a tempered orange colour that compliments rather than clashes with her red hair. Her Kodachi is either in her hand or clung across her back.
Background: Clover is the firstborn part of a twin, she and her twin brother Cam rarely leave each other alone, at first glance you wouldn’t say the pair were twins at all as Cam’s taller than Clover. They were born in Carvahal but moved to the Morning Sages monastery as it became clear people would never accept the eccentric twins in the modest town of Carvahal. It was their parent’s belief that maybe being in the presence of monks and other religious people would temper their childrens behaviour, they were wrong. In the monastery the pair still stuck together causing mischief all over town until they were shipped back to Carvahal by their parents to attend the institute there. It’s a little known place just outside of the cities walls, it appears as a small farm but in fact it’s a school for misbehaving children. The people running the institute were ruthless and often quick to punish those who didn’t follow their rules. It took them the larger part of 3 years to come up with a plan but the twins escaped from the institute and found their way over to Fort Revenald where they have been living on the streets ever since.
Personality Profile: Clover is the temperamental part of the twin, where her brother would pause to listen to explanations and possibly reason Clover will draw her weapon and jump into the fray. She’s quick to throw back insults if she thinks any are directed at her and will defend her brother at any cost. Both of them have ambitions to join a mysterious guild known as the Reven Ravens, and are exploring the world in Fort Revenald in hopes of stumbling across a member who will initiate them.
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Name: Cam Rue Age: 22 Species: Human Gender: Male Date of Birth: 3rd moon of the 7th month by Erumaran calendar Place of Birth: Carvahal Height: 5’11” Weight: 180 lbs Hair Colour: Bronze/purple Eye Colour: Grey Additional Features: small scars on his fingers Education: Carvahal institute Preferred weapons Katana
Family
Marital Status: Single Mother: Rose Rue Father: Camden Rue Siblings: Twin brother: Cam Children: none
Physical Appearance: Cam’s hair is an attractive bronze purple shade, slightly dishevelled as it never seems to want to stay back, it hangs roguishly just above and in his left eye. Unlike his sister Cam had his clothes imported from a place called Cayld, where they have a strange type of fabric that feels sturdy and is a dark blue shade, his pants were hand made from that fabric though life on the streets has torn it severely. His leather jacket was pilfered from a pile of clothes a merchant in Fort Revenald was not paying close enough attention to. His gloves are fingerless but he wears them to hide the small scars on the back of his fingers which are the result from many cane beatings in the institute. The only thing of value the twins still have rests around Cam’s neck in the shape of a small sapphire pendant. Cam’s Katana is either in his hand or looped through the belt around his waist.
Background: Cam was born mere minutes after Clover but she still views herself as the older sister. at first glance you wouldn’t say the pair were twins at all as Cam’s taller than Clover. They were born in Carvahal but moved to the Morning Sages monastery as it became clear people would never accept the eccentric twins in the modest town of Carvahal. It was their parent’s belief that maybe being in the presence of monks and other religious people would temper their childrens behaviour, they were wrong. In the monastery the pair still stuck together causing mischief all over town until they were shipped back to Carvahal by their parents to attend the institute there. It’s a little known place just outside of the cities walls, it appears as a small farm but in fact it’s a school for misbehaving children. The people running the institute were ruthless and often quick to punish those who didn’t follow their rules. It took them the larger part of 3 years to come up with a plan but the twins escaped from the institute and found their way over to Fort Revenald where they have been living on the streets ever since.
Personality Profile: Cam is the quiet part of the twin, he lets his sister do the more rash acts while he is more likely to observe his opponent before acting on what he has seen. Though his sisters sharp tongue generally leaves him in a bit of trouble on more than one occasion he would gladly do anything for his shorter sister. Both of them have ambitions to join a mysterious guild known as the Reven Ravens, and are exploring the world in Fort Revenald in hopes of stumbling across a member who will initiate them.
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Post by Culmir on May 29, 2011 18:33:45 GMT 1
Name: The Master Age: Unknown Species: Unknown Gender: Male Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: Unknown Height: 5’8” Weight: 80 kg Hair Colour: Black with grey streaks Eye Colour: dark brown Additional Features: Missing tongue Education: Society of assassins Preferred weapons: Poisoned daggers
Family[/i] Marital Status: widowed Mother: deceased Father: deceased Siblings: none Children: deceased Physical Appearance: The master goes through life wearing a cloak when he is performing his master of assassins chores, most of the time he can been seen prowling around the storehouse where he deals his contracts to the assassins answering to him. No one is sure of what he looks like under the black cloak other than the man himself. Background: when the master was still young he was recruited by the man who was at that time the master of the assassins, he saw potential in the young master and trained him well, sent him on many missions and none ever seemed to fail. It wasn’t until the prime of his career that a man he had been hired to kill clued in that he was being hunted by an assassin hired by his rival, upon hearing the message that he had been targeted he hired his own set of guards to protect him all day and night. The master, grown cocky in his own capability figured that he would be able to complete the mission without killing the guards, after all he hadn’t been hired to do that and he felt it would be lacking to kill innocent men. As he was sneaking up to his victim he was roughly grabbed by 2 peacekeepers who then proceeded to take him to their set up torture chamber, they woke their master and upon his instructions did they set to torturing the then young master, trying to gain information on the whereabouts of the then master of assassins. When it became clear that the man would not speak the peacekeepers made sure he would never speak again and cut out his tongue, not even bothering to cauterise the wound after they had cut the pink thing from his mouth. Bleeding profusely from his mouth the man managed to escape and returned to his master, he scribbled down the accounts of what happened, a few days after that the previous master was assassinated and was replaced by The Master. Personality Profile: The master is a cunning man, he still possesses a lot of his skills from his earlier years when he was active in the art of assassination and he will use all his skills to his advantage over his opponents.[/color]
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Post by Culmir on May 29, 2011 19:14:19 GMT 1
Name: Kheldar Mal’Zeth aka Silk Age: Unknown Species: Half drow/half light elf Gender: Male Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: Undercity of Grash’valdun (beneath Cayld) Height: 5’7” Weight: 80 kg Hair Colour: White but shaved bald Eye Colour: Red Additional Features: Tribal tattoo around his right eye Education: Weapons master of Grash’valdun, shadowknights training Preferred weapons: long sword
Family[/i] Marital Status: single Mother: Matron S’trissha Father: Captive Lobenn Siblings: 5 sisters, Iriala, Rhondree, Quistia, Jocelee and Breey Children: none Physical Appearance: Kheldar is generally dressed in his armour, it was hand crafted by a smith of remarkable talent on the island under which the undercity of the drow lay His head is shaved bald as he renounced his drow heritage and no longer wants to be recognised as one, though his dark skin makes him more noticeable people are not likely to make the link between a half drow and a human who spent too much time in the sun. A tribal tattoo frames his right eye, he earned this tattoo after his rigourous training of the shadowknights. Background: Kheldar is an accomplished knight, he was born from his matron mother in the undercity beneath Cayld, part of his light elf heritage rebelled against the violent nature of the drow and he managed to escape the matriarchal society without being afflicted any harm, though his many sisters still harbour a large feeling of hate towards him they do not regret him leaving, his fairer skin made him an oddity and they refused to be associated with him. Kheldar deals with his new knights under his given nickname Silk, given to him because of the mans smooth skills and also his trademark bald head. The master of knights that preceded Kheldar was a friendly man, always willing to help out new recruits as he had helped out Kheldar when he washed upon the shores of Erumara, having swum from Cayld to Pi’paen, and from there to Erumara. Kheldar is one of few men to survive the trip through the Vorshtar plains, though it did increasingly darken his skin. He became the knights best apprentice, having shown great skill with a sword as thought by the drow to all men he excelled in the classes taught by the knights instructors. Not before long Kheldar assumed position of the master over the shadowknights, vowing to serve his new deity faithfully. Personality Profile: Kheldar knows he is feared because of his peculiar looks and will take advantage of this whenever he can, he will be ruthless when the occasion calls for it, and blame it effectively on his drow blood, but he is also capable of mercy, his light elf heritage.[/color]
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Post by Culmir on Aug 20, 2011 13:35:23 GMT 1
Name: Yvaine‘Dro Lovelace Age: 30 Species: Human/vampire hybrid Gender: Female Date of Birth: 2nd moon of the 3rd season on the Istre Vanka callendar Place of Birth: Dras Leona in Istre Vanka Height: 5,6” Weight: 110lbs Hair Colour:red Eye Colour: reddish brown Additional Features: vampire fangs Education: The Magister in Dras Leona academy for magical purposes Preferred weapons offensive spells
Family[/i] Marital Status: single Mother: Ydaria’Dro lovelace Father: Vince lovelace Siblings: Yllaine’Dro lovelace Children: none Physical Appearance:Yvaine’Dro is usually clad in the dress that caught the attention of the vampire that had attacked her and attempted to transform her into a vampire. It’s dark red, with a tight bodice with golden accents to style it more elaborately, the skirt of the dress is the same colour, cut short up front but long and plated in the back showing her long legs with her red just below the knee boots. Her red hair is wild, almost glowing due to the vampire disease spreading through her body rapidly. Background: Yvaine’Dro was out for a walk in the small town of Dras Leona in Istre vanka, running an errand her tutor had sent her on while he practised some more with her younger sister on her offensive spellwork when she was attacked. A vampire had been watching her secretly for a while now, unawares that she was a spellcaster, he abducted her in the twilight glow of evening, risking his own hide as it burnt and sizzled in the setting sun to do so. He took her underground beneath the ruins of a church where he attempted to transform her into his eternal companion, thinking he’d found a suitable mate in her. The change went awry and when Yvaine’Dro regained consciousness the transformation had made physical changes to her body, but not made her a vampire. She blasted her way out of the ruins, after staking and decapitating the vampire that had attempted to make her his. Her sister was shocked to see her first as her hair seemed to glow brightly red, her eyes had changed from their murky brown to a reddish tinge but not enough to be unsettling to any people that looked at her. The most remarkable change in her was the fact that she had acquired fangs, she can retract them at will but when she’s angry they’ll extend. Personality Profile: Yvaine’Dro wants to find a cure for her predicament at all cost, the change that the vampire issued in her blood is still fighting the dominant spellcaster blood running in her veins and sooner or later one of the two will win, she’ll either be a full magae or a full vampire. She’s willing to risk everything and everyone to find a way to halt the process in her body at its current position. [/color]
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Post by Culmir on Aug 20, 2011 13:36:46 GMT 1
Name: Yllaine’Dro Lovelace Age: 27 Species: Human Gender: Female Date of Birth: 5th moon of the 2nd season on the Istre Vanka callendar Place of Birth: Dras Leona Height: 5’5” Weight:100 lbs Hair Colour: red Eye Colour: green Additional Features: wears an enchanted hourglass around her neck Education: The Magister in Dras Leona academy for magical purposes Preferred weaponsdefensive spells
Family[/i] Marital Status: single Mother: Ydaria’Dro lovelace Father: Vince lovelace Siblings: Yvaine’Dro lovelace Children: none Physical Appearance:Yllaine’Dro is dressed mostly in black, she prefers the safe and cloaked feeling it provides for her, the only other colour she tolerates on her clothes is a small decorative stitch in golden, like her sister wears on her dress. Over her dress she generally wears a cloak with its hood drawn up because she feels it adds to the mystery of being a magae. Background: Yllaine’Dro was always the underachiever in comparison to her older sister, she needed more guidance in her spellwork and was often criticised and commended to take an example in her sister who excelled in the offensive line of spellcasting. She was busy practising with The Magister on her spells when her sister was abducted, it took them a while to realise what had happened and she and her parents launched a quick spell search to locate her sister, she designed a special necklace with an hourglass on it, that she tuned into her sisters life, so wherever she is now Yllaine’Dro can tell whether time is running out for her sister. Personality Profile: Yllaine’Dro is the calm one in her family, where her sister is prone to launch into a situation with violence Yllaine’Dro would rather wait and come up with a plan before jumping into anything unprepared. [/color]
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