PhiaSerein
Fade Walker
The following characters have been created over the years with the idea of previous Role-plays in mind. They are, as such, plug-in-play characters now. Any "________" spaces indicate future partners' characters. The friends section included. Any names there currently represent my own characters that may interact with them/are of the same world/world type. Future Role-play partners can be added to this list.
If you see a character you like, and their background doesn't fit with the world you imagine requesting on playing, let me know and I can make adjustments specifically for that RP. Her base bio/history will therefore remain the same, except in those cases.
♢Name: Vaelanin Vhenathan [Veil-Ahn-in -- Venn-Ath-ahn]
♢Aliases: Vael/ Vaela/ Vee
♢Gender: Female
♢Age: 24
♢Birth date: Oct. 30.
♢Race: Elven (Dalish)
♢Type: Rogue
♢Appearance: Red Hair, Ashen Brown Eyes, Blue Vallaslin -variant mark of Falon'Din(Elven God of Death and Fortune that guides the dead to the Beyond. Earned from becoming an accomplished Dalish healer as well as a skilled hunter while still a young girl before becoming separated from her clan). She is fair skinned, with a lean build, and taller than most Elvhen, standing at 5'8".
♢Class/Job: Grey Warden -Rogue/Assassin-, Former Master in House of Crows
♢Faction/Guild: Grey Wardens of Ferelden, Former Antivan Crow
[~Personality and Motivations~]
♢Positive traits: Patient, Focused, Clever, Laid-back, Morbid sense of humor, Loyal, Insightful, Observant, Persuasive, knowledgeable in Secrets/Politics/ & History to a lesser degree, in that order.
♢Negative traits: Impulsive when her emotions are involved, morally questionable, can be cold at times -not always intentionally, is often in deep-thought. Slightly pessimistic. Sometimes lacks a sense of urgency and is too blasé in the face of danger. Less so when the danger in question concerns someone she'd come to care for. Herself not so much, having become desensitized to death and danger.
♢Motivation(s): Vengeance, and to put an end to the cruel politics and deceptions of the Crows. To eliminate the threat of the Darkspawn, and find a cure for the taint.
♢Ambition: To help and aid in preserving life rather than taking it away, and making life safer for the uncorrupt and the innocent. To prove to herself, and the ghosts of her past, that she is not heartless, not simply a blade that draws blood and serves death. Rediscovery of the self.
♢Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Chaotic Good
♢Prejudices: Dark Spawn, Senseless killers, abusers/racists/ is more easily distrustful of Shemlen. Politicians.
♢Quirks/Habits: Knuckle/wrist/neck cracking.
♢Usually found: Wandering camp as an open-eared shadow/ the tavern, enjoying a drink and gathering intel/ In the Apothecary studying and crafting supplies.
♢Preferred Spell Type: N/A
♢Weapon: Dual Daggers (Armada Captain's Knives) strapped to her back.
♢Armor: As Shown, Medium armor, mostly hardened leathers with choice areas reinforced with heavier armor. All of it is lightweight, carefully balanced and enchanted to allow for silent movement.
♢Clothing: As Shown. Beneath her armor she wears a simple royal blue cotton tunic with a v-neck collar laced loosely with blackened leather cord and wear storm grey leggings made from plush fustian velvet.
♢Jewelry: Her joining locket. Vaelanin, having lived most of her life as a Crow, does not have many personal possessions.
♢Likes: Reading, training, family, drinking socially(rarely ever enough to become inebriated), playing a game or two of Wicked Grace, riding her Tirashan Swiftwind(goes scouting often through the woods or mountains as an excuse for a ride), enjoys swimming and even rainfall, finding all water soothing, playing/singing music -after a few drinks of course.
♢Dislikes: Cold weather, sleep(specifically what happens, what she sees, when she sleeps), over-confidence/arrogance, beets(the vegetable), Talons and Guildmasters of the Crows, Politicians, people who undervalue family.
♢Phobias/Fears: Sleep. The Fade. Falling to the Taint before she can take her revenge. Fog. ♢Hobbies: Herbalism; crafting poultices and poisons, gathering information(personal motto is to always endeavor to be two steps ahead of one's enemies), spending time with her companions now and then, riding her Hart, secretly studying healing magics.
[~Family~]
Father: Valon Harel -Relationship: Deceased
Mother: Lyrinae Harel -Relationship: Deceased
Siblings: N/A Save her Dalish kin.
Relationship: No particular strong ties. Life as a Crow made certain of that.
[~Romantic~]
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Partner/Spouse: N/A -Meeting: N/A
[~Relationships~]
Friends: Lyreniel Ithilwen, Ioh Faerdrake, Aramis Andreios
Enemies: Antivan Crows, House Di Julio of the Crows, Dark Spawn Acquaintances: Spymasters, Herbalists, some Loremasters.
[~History/Bio~]
(She was initially silver-haired and amethyst-eyed, I fixed it, but may have missed a few spots. Apologies if there's an error I missed! Another photo of her in her armour is below, though the above is her main appearance).
THEMARIS THEOUXERI
Name: Themaris Theoùxéri
Alias: Midnight Muse
Nickname: Muse / Themis
Titles: Lost in a time that no longer matters.
Mortal Age: 26
Actual Age: 3270
Sire: Unknown
Species: Vampire
Bloodline: TBD
Zodiac: Aquarius
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Female
Family: Comes from Ancient, Late Minoan, Early Mycenaean Greece. Born 1253 BC. Crete.
Her family was massacred by rogue vampires, among them a strange man responsible for saving her life as well as cursing her to live as an immortal. She's been searching for him ever since, her blood calling for him.
Abilities: Heightened senses that come along with being an immortal. To humans, she is blindingly fast, unnaturally strong, and hauntingly beautiful. Her perception is particularly sharp and she finds herself to be most persuasive, some calling her silver tongued. Given her coy and playful nature, and dark hair, some have dubbed her "The Midnight Muse".
A gift from her sire was that of a great Hunter, through the power of his blood within her she is able to sense and track others with even the smallest of scents or trails. Ironically she's found every contract except for her sire himself.
Feeding: Centuries ago, her hunger was insatiable, she fed and killed without mercy. She was crazed and ruthless for a time... That burn has since calmed, bubbling somewhere within her still, dormant for now. Presently, Themaris is still liberal with her meals; mostly feeding out of necessity, but sometimes still just so she can feel the exhilaration that comes from drinking the liquid life of another. Generally, she will feed once a day, if not more, but she's gone a few days without.
Looks: She is pale, olive skinned, with long silver hair that flows to nearly her waist. Her eyes are the colour of a vibrant blue storm, and shift to crimson when she has freshly fed.
She is 5"10" tall and weighs approximately 128Ibs.
Demeanor: Relaxed, unfazed, appears calm and carefree. Sometimes she appears pensive and deep in thought.
Nature: Cautious, polite, mischievous, coy/teasing. Loyal, mostly submissive, but not subservient. Enjoys a challenge. Takes calculated risks.
Flaws: Physically, the same as any other vampire. Fire could destroy her, but she enjoys being near it.
Can be temperamental, with the right goading.
Her throat is very sensitive, along with her hair. Gripping or tugging on her hair is as effective as chains, but she is too vane to cut it.
History: (TIMELINE AT BOTTOM)
Millennia ago, Themaris was born to a noble family of ancient Greek scholars, whom took part in the high counsel talks for the nobility and royalty of the island of Crete. It was soon after her twenty-fifth year of life as a mortal, that her people came to learn of those forsaken by the Gods, those who were cursed to live off the blood of others, those...that were immortal.
One of their kind infiltrated the counsel shortly after dusk, and one was all it took to massacre dozens of men. The village came next, and her home high up on the mountains was not exempt from the slaughter. Her mother cast her out into the night to flee for the ocean, where she might find passage across to the mainland. Themaris, of course, did not. Her sandals felt as boulders in the sand, she had made it to the shore, but no boats waited for her there. Running through the sands, she was easy prey, and mindless beings finally descended upon her. She could feel her very life being stolen from her. They left her after a time, nearly dry in the sand, only slight drops of blood colouring it, when a figure emerged before her blurred and darkening vision.
He knelt beside her, lifting her to rest in his lap, and there, cradled her in his arms Themaris again felt his fangs at her throat. When she thought her breath had at last left her, warm liquid was pressed to her lips and her body was not her own as she drank from his wrist.
This being returned her life, giving her new blood and the same curse as his own. He was gone as quickly as he had come, whispering something to her she can never remember, even now.
She rushed home, to salvage anyone that might still be alive, fighting her thirst all the while. Themaris was overjoyed when she came upon her betrothed, safe and unharmed. She flew into his arms, breaking into shuddering, quiet sobs. Then she felt it... she could sense her love's intent, like a bolt of Zeus' lightning itself had struck the warning within her. All at once, the hunger she had held at bay was set free by the instinct to live and avoid harm. She wrenched free from his arms, knocking the dagger out from his hand, and was around him in an instant, her teeth embedded deeply into the flesh of his throat before she understood what was happening.
He was not the first she would kill this night. The gates of her control flooding open at the taste of iron life. Both rage and hunger filled her, rage for her own actions and the actions that led her to make them, and hunger... Well, the hunger came as comes a forest fire: sudden, intense, unstoppable, and all-consuming. It took the girl weeks to return to any sense of herself, and months more to remember that she was not a beast, however much she doubted that.
She spent centuries after that fighting the wars of man as an undefeated force on any battlefield, rarely encountering other immortals. When she did, most were ghouls who knew nothing, or younger than she and knew not of who she sought. They were all forthcoming with information, with the right persuasion or intimidation usually. Afterwards, they separated, if they were on opposite sides it didn't matter. They were each there for the wars between man and not to fight amongst each other. It happened, but usually Themaris couldn't be bothered... when she did fight them, it generally wasn't any more difficult than fighting the mortals...it boiled down to simply taking longer to finish them off before moving on.
Finally, she realized she had been living without any direction at all. As a warrior, Themaris travelled and met many, but after so long she felt it was useless. No clues turned up after more than eight hundred years. With no one to go back to, and no home to return quietly, that left her wandering. She spent two more centuries solely searching for the being that made her. Centuries broke into more than a millennia, and finally shortly after the beginning of the of the fourth Syrian war, she grew tired, all but giving up that search. It had been vengeance she sought, but as time passed and she laid herself to rest deep within the long forgotten labyrinthian passages beneath the Minoan Palace of Knossos, she thought perhaps she would only find him to perchance make eternity a fraction less empty. In fact, thinking about it, he had saved her as much as he had cursed her, no matter how much she wanted to blame him for her sorrows, she owed him her life.
As the long sleep took her, she hoped when she awoke she could begin her search again, and finally find a clue. At the very least, she might seek out others who had regained their minds.
BORN: 1253 BC. DIED: 1276 BC. WARRIOR/MERCENCARY: 1276 BC - 429 BC (up until two years after the beginning of the Peloponnesian War. ROGUE WANDERER: 429 BC - 219 BC (During the Fourth Syrian War) LONG SLEEP: 219 BC - 2017 Present Day (2236 years beneath Mount Olympus).
Religion: Polytheistic In order for us to be cursed, someone had to have cursed us.
Hobbies: Music, literature, dancing, stargazing, strategizing.
I have more, but am slowly updating them and will add them when I can.
If you see a character you like, and their background doesn't fit with the world you imagine requesting on playing, let me know and I can make adjustments specifically for that RP. Her base bio/history will therefore remain the same, except in those cases.
♢Name: Vaelanin Vhenathan [Veil-Ahn-in -- Venn-Ath-ahn]
♢Aliases: Vael/ Vaela/ Vee
♢Gender: Female
♢Age: 24
♢Birth date: Oct. 30.
♢Race: Elven (Dalish)
♢Type: Rogue
♢Appearance: Red Hair, Ashen Brown Eyes, Blue Vallaslin -variant mark of Falon'Din(Elven God of Death and Fortune that guides the dead to the Beyond. Earned from becoming an accomplished Dalish healer as well as a skilled hunter while still a young girl before becoming separated from her clan). She is fair skinned, with a lean build, and taller than most Elvhen, standing at 5'8".
♢Class/Job: Grey Warden -Rogue/Assassin-, Former Master in House of Crows
♢Faction/Guild: Grey Wardens of Ferelden, Former Antivan Crow
[~Personality and Motivations~]
♢Positive traits: Patient, Focused, Clever, Laid-back, Morbid sense of humor, Loyal, Insightful, Observant, Persuasive, knowledgeable in Secrets/Politics/ & History to a lesser degree, in that order.
♢Negative traits: Impulsive when her emotions are involved, morally questionable, can be cold at times -not always intentionally, is often in deep-thought. Slightly pessimistic. Sometimes lacks a sense of urgency and is too blasé in the face of danger. Less so when the danger in question concerns someone she'd come to care for. Herself not so much, having become desensitized to death and danger.
♢Motivation(s): Vengeance, and to put an end to the cruel politics and deceptions of the Crows. To eliminate the threat of the Darkspawn, and find a cure for the taint.
♢Ambition: To help and aid in preserving life rather than taking it away, and making life safer for the uncorrupt and the innocent. To prove to herself, and the ghosts of her past, that she is not heartless, not simply a blade that draws blood and serves death. Rediscovery of the self.
♢Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Chaotic Good
♢Prejudices: Dark Spawn, Senseless killers, abusers/racists/ is more easily distrustful of Shemlen. Politicians.
♢Quirks/Habits: Knuckle/wrist/neck cracking.
♢Usually found: Wandering camp as an open-eared shadow/ the tavern, enjoying a drink and gathering intel/ In the Apothecary studying and crafting supplies.
♢Preferred Spell Type: N/A
♢Weapon: Dual Daggers (Armada Captain's Knives) strapped to her back.
♢Armor: As Shown, Medium armor, mostly hardened leathers with choice areas reinforced with heavier armor. All of it is lightweight, carefully balanced and enchanted to allow for silent movement.
♢Clothing: As Shown. Beneath her armor she wears a simple royal blue cotton tunic with a v-neck collar laced loosely with blackened leather cord and wear storm grey leggings made from plush fustian velvet.
♢Jewelry: Her joining locket. Vaelanin, having lived most of her life as a Crow, does not have many personal possessions.
♢Likes: Reading, training, family, drinking socially(rarely ever enough to become inebriated), playing a game or two of Wicked Grace, riding her Tirashan Swiftwind(goes scouting often through the woods or mountains as an excuse for a ride), enjoys swimming and even rainfall, finding all water soothing, playing/singing music -after a few drinks of course.
♢Dislikes: Cold weather, sleep(specifically what happens, what she sees, when she sleeps), over-confidence/arrogance, beets(the vegetable), Talons and Guildmasters of the Crows, Politicians, people who undervalue family.
♢Phobias/Fears: Sleep. The Fade. Falling to the Taint before she can take her revenge. Fog. ♢Hobbies: Herbalism; crafting poultices and poisons, gathering information(personal motto is to always endeavor to be two steps ahead of one's enemies), spending time with her companions now and then, riding her Hart, secretly studying healing magics.
[~Family~]
Father: Valon Harel -Relationship: Deceased
Mother: Lyrinae Harel -Relationship: Deceased
Siblings: N/A Save her Dalish kin.
Relationship: No particular strong ties. Life as a Crow made certain of that.
[~Romantic~]
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Partner/Spouse: N/A -Meeting: N/A
[~Relationships~]
Friends: Lyreniel Ithilwen, Ioh Faerdrake, Aramis Andreios
Enemies: Antivan Crows, House Di Julio of the Crows, Dark Spawn Acquaintances: Spymasters, Herbalists, some Loremasters.
[~History/Bio~]
Raised communally in a Dalish clan in the South East of Antiva. Keeper Teo'Dani was a father figure to her in place of her parents who fell victim to poison at the hands of Shemlan who ambushed one of their trade routes. Their aravel was raided, and they were left suffocating on a potent and poisonous gas that is quickly absorbed by the lungs. Vaelanin was seven at the time, studying herbology, but her knowledge was insufficient in saving her parents and they passed. After that, the young girl took more of a focus in her hunting, to better protect herself and others, but she remained steadfast in her desire to learn the art of healing and restoration, to avoid future tragedies like that which befell her parents. In secret she became aware of her sensitivity to the Fade, but refrained from divulging the information to her clan as their number of gifted Elvhen had already been reached. It is Dalish custom to keep the numbers of the gifted low, so as not to attract the attention of Templars, and at the time the Templars had not yet been dissolved by the Inquisition. Her clan would either transfer her if they found out, or abandon her to the Wilds. So she trained in secret. Without proper training she never progressed very far, and eventually believed she needed to acquire some magical texts to aid her. On the next trade with the Shems, Vaelanin requested she tag along, wanting to go as a guardian to the party. By this time she is nine and has already earned her Vallaslin: variant markings of the God Falon'Din, for becoming both an adept healer and warrior. She followed the Vir Atish'an, the Way of Peace, but also valued the Vir Tanadhal, The Way of Three Trees, and therefore saw fit to understand what it was to be strong in order to better protect peace. It was on this trip to a Human encampment that Vaelanin slipped away to steal some enchanted items and magical tomes to advance her studies. She was successful. Stealthy, coy and cunning, silver-tongued, and evaded all her would-be captors should she be discovered. Successful in all ways but one, that is. She caught the eye of the Antivan Crows. Impressed by the young Elvhen girl's skill, and pressed to collect the next batch of recruits, they staged an ambush on their return to camp. Vaelanin and two other young Dalish from her clan were caught in the fray, falling unconscious, and ultimately becoming captured by House Di Julio of the Antivan Crows. Young and impressionable, the three woke up and believed the Crows to be their saviors, swallowing the lies of the Shemlen having betrayed and attacked them, even going so far as to raid and destroy their camp. They were told that if there had been any survivors, they had long since fled. Defeated, devastated, and with nowhere to go, the hand outstretched to them in offering seemed benevolent; a saving grace. They accepted and became knives for the House that stole them. When asked about why she had been stealing magical items, Vaelanin had smartly replied it had been a favor to a friend and nothing more, and no matter now that they had likely been slaughtered. She relinquished the items, since she could not reveal her desire for them. She was filled with rage now, and it became easy for the Crows to begin their training with her. It only became difficult when her tasks involved harming the other children she had been growing and fighting alongside, including her two kin from clan Harel. But the Crows were merciless… it was kill or be killed, and slowly, her desire to heal and mend became buried. Replaced with the skills needed to outwit and outlive her would-be killers. She became a model assassin, even being promoted to Master at the age of 23. Only one of her kin had lived throughout the years alongside her, the other perishing in the trials, as it was the way of the Crows. There was no place for weakness. Blades pierce, they do not bend. Her new life was largely an impartial one, simply carrying out her marks, in service to the house who had taken her in when her own had been taken from her. She felt she owed them a life-debt. She served them loyally for fifteen years, and so when another test of her loyalty arose, shortly after her 24th year of life, it surprised her some. The Antivan Crows had received a contract to eradicate a settling Dalish clan that threatened some nobleman's lands, demanding their Keeper be slain to teach the Dalish a lesson and send them packing to squat someplace else. Vaelanin had reservations, of course. She'd killed Elves before, but Dalish Elves were rarely marked or asked for, and so she'd never come across the issue until then. Even so, by this point she is trained, her emotions subdued a great deal, and she travels to the encampment with two other Crow Assassins to carry out the mark. It was nothing for them to sneak into the Keeper's tent, but Vaelanin froze upon the sight of him. Keeper Teo'Dani. The man whose arms she'd wept into at the loss of her parents. The man who'd raised her thereafter for two years as if she were his own. Her thoughts whirred. Piecing things together quickly, whispers she'd overheard, the fact he who stood before her hadn't died, and that the Crows were notorious for sending their assassins on personal missions as tests of loyalty. She was crossed between seething anger, and wrenching sadness and relief at the sight of him. But as Teo'Dani examined her and her companions, his expression soured, understanding why they had come and who must have sent them. Before she could move or even say a word, he spat at her feet. Proclaimed she had no heart, to act and live as a Crow, to deviate so much from the path of peace she had vowed to walk, to become a murderer and live by Vir Banal'ras. She didn't deny it, blade still drawn albeit fallen to her side. In her hesitation, the Crows beside her struck her Keeper instead, and it was as he fell to the ground that she found her legs and fell to catch him. He bled on her, but blood was nothing knew to her, and she only held him as he died in her arms. His expression stricken with shock and anger. Vaelanin faltered, stoic mask cracking, eyes turning glassy. He would haunt her night terrors now too, she knew. Night terrors she'd had since she was a girl, dreams that plagued her sleep with all the death she had faced. All the death she had caused. First it had been her parents, that she hadn't been able to save. Then her clan. And then, slowly, some of her marks began to make appearances in her Fade dreams. Tormenting her sleep. Perhaps the Crows had sensed this, and that had been their reason for this final test: to finally break her. As she lifted her eyes to her fellow Crows, she grit her teeth in resolve, deciding that instead they had set her free. Swift as a blown candle, Vaelanin retaliated against the two assassins who had accompanied her -now, she realized, likely to keep watch on her and report on her actions. They hadn't expected such a quick decision from her and quickly fell at her hands, laying motionless on the earthen floor alongside Teo'Dani in growing pools of their own blood. Her expression is cold as she sliced the palm of her hand open to spill her own blood down beside them. "Blood for blood," she whispers. And now, truly, she walks the path of Vir Banal'ras: The Way of Shadow. Of vengeance. Because the Crows would pay. Over the years she had turned many a blind eye away from the nefarious agendas and corrupt politics that moved and motivated the organization. Not any more. With her chaperons killed, she safely returns to the House of Crows that she has served for fifteen years, no one to argue against her claims of success or tragic news of her companions. She lay in wait for a number of weeks, and finally found and assassinated the man who had requested the mark on her Keeper, as well as the Guildmaster that passed it along to her. By this time, Vaelanin knew it was too dangerous to remain, too suspicious, that such key persons be killed. Someone would piece it together soon enough. And so fled to bide her time and disappear until the House forgot her. Only then would she return to finish the job, and end every man and woman involved in making her what she was. Especially the Talon that recruited her all those years ago. Once that was done, she could put that part of herself behind her. Bury it. Forget it. Move on. For now, she had to disappear. So she fled to Ferelden; stowing away on ship heading South from Antiva's Eastern shores across the Amaranthine ocean, wanting to put as much distance between her and Antiva as possible. Although she knows that the Crow's reach extends throughout all of Thedas. It is the reason she does not flee all the way to Orlais. It is not long after her arrival that she catches word of the Grey Wardens seeking recruits from a tavern in Highever. What better place, she thought, to hide from the Crows if not on the front lines battling the Dark Spawn? With that she would kill two birds with one stone; eliminate the hell spawn that blighted the lands of all, and atone for her sins as a murderer. Redemption, perhaps. Return to her old ways, one day. Alongside a fellow Grey Warden named ____________, Vaelanin believed it was possible, drawing inspiration and hope in their leadership. She had found someone worthy to follow, not a hired, pompous killer clothed in silk and shrouded in secrets. This, was a far nobler cause. Something she hoped Teo'Dani would approve of, and think kindly of her for in the afterlife. She assumed the surname Vhenathan, in hopes that she might prove she did, in fact, have a heart. Both to her Keeper, Falon'Din guide him, and herself.
(She was initially silver-haired and amethyst-eyed, I fixed it, but may have missed a few spots. Apologies if there's an error I missed! Another photo of her in her armour is below, though the above is her main appearance).
THEMARIS THEOUXERI
Name: Themaris Theoùxéri
Alias: Midnight Muse
Nickname: Muse / Themis
Titles: Lost in a time that no longer matters.
Mortal Age: 26
Actual Age: 3270
Sire: Unknown
Species: Vampire
Bloodline: TBD
Zodiac: Aquarius
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Female
Family: Comes from Ancient, Late Minoan, Early Mycenaean Greece. Born 1253 BC. Crete.
Her family was massacred by rogue vampires, among them a strange man responsible for saving her life as well as cursing her to live as an immortal. She's been searching for him ever since, her blood calling for him.
Abilities: Heightened senses that come along with being an immortal. To humans, she is blindingly fast, unnaturally strong, and hauntingly beautiful. Her perception is particularly sharp and she finds herself to be most persuasive, some calling her silver tongued. Given her coy and playful nature, and dark hair, some have dubbed her "The Midnight Muse".
A gift from her sire was that of a great Hunter, through the power of his blood within her she is able to sense and track others with even the smallest of scents or trails. Ironically she's found every contract except for her sire himself.
Feeding: Centuries ago, her hunger was insatiable, she fed and killed without mercy. She was crazed and ruthless for a time... That burn has since calmed, bubbling somewhere within her still, dormant for now. Presently, Themaris is still liberal with her meals; mostly feeding out of necessity, but sometimes still just so she can feel the exhilaration that comes from drinking the liquid life of another. Generally, she will feed once a day, if not more, but she's gone a few days without.
Looks: She is pale, olive skinned, with long silver hair that flows to nearly her waist. Her eyes are the colour of a vibrant blue storm, and shift to crimson when she has freshly fed.
She is 5"10" tall and weighs approximately 128Ibs.
Demeanor: Relaxed, unfazed, appears calm and carefree. Sometimes she appears pensive and deep in thought.
Nature: Cautious, polite, mischievous, coy/teasing. Loyal, mostly submissive, but not subservient. Enjoys a challenge. Takes calculated risks.
Flaws: Physically, the same as any other vampire. Fire could destroy her, but she enjoys being near it.
Can be temperamental, with the right goading.
Her throat is very sensitive, along with her hair. Gripping or tugging on her hair is as effective as chains, but she is too vane to cut it.
History: (TIMELINE AT BOTTOM)
Millennia ago, Themaris was born to a noble family of ancient Greek scholars, whom took part in the high counsel talks for the nobility and royalty of the island of Crete. It was soon after her twenty-fifth year of life as a mortal, that her people came to learn of those forsaken by the Gods, those who were cursed to live off the blood of others, those...that were immortal.
One of their kind infiltrated the counsel shortly after dusk, and one was all it took to massacre dozens of men. The village came next, and her home high up on the mountains was not exempt from the slaughter. Her mother cast her out into the night to flee for the ocean, where she might find passage across to the mainland. Themaris, of course, did not. Her sandals felt as boulders in the sand, she had made it to the shore, but no boats waited for her there. Running through the sands, she was easy prey, and mindless beings finally descended upon her. She could feel her very life being stolen from her. They left her after a time, nearly dry in the sand, only slight drops of blood colouring it, when a figure emerged before her blurred and darkening vision.
He knelt beside her, lifting her to rest in his lap, and there, cradled her in his arms Themaris again felt his fangs at her throat. When she thought her breath had at last left her, warm liquid was pressed to her lips and her body was not her own as she drank from his wrist.
This being returned her life, giving her new blood and the same curse as his own. He was gone as quickly as he had come, whispering something to her she can never remember, even now.
She rushed home, to salvage anyone that might still be alive, fighting her thirst all the while. Themaris was overjoyed when she came upon her betrothed, safe and unharmed. She flew into his arms, breaking into shuddering, quiet sobs. Then she felt it... she could sense her love's intent, like a bolt of Zeus' lightning itself had struck the warning within her. All at once, the hunger she had held at bay was set free by the instinct to live and avoid harm. She wrenched free from his arms, knocking the dagger out from his hand, and was around him in an instant, her teeth embedded deeply into the flesh of his throat before she understood what was happening.
He was not the first she would kill this night. The gates of her control flooding open at the taste of iron life. Both rage and hunger filled her, rage for her own actions and the actions that led her to make them, and hunger... Well, the hunger came as comes a forest fire: sudden, intense, unstoppable, and all-consuming. It took the girl weeks to return to any sense of herself, and months more to remember that she was not a beast, however much she doubted that.
She spent centuries after that fighting the wars of man as an undefeated force on any battlefield, rarely encountering other immortals. When she did, most were ghouls who knew nothing, or younger than she and knew not of who she sought. They were all forthcoming with information, with the right persuasion or intimidation usually. Afterwards, they separated, if they were on opposite sides it didn't matter. They were each there for the wars between man and not to fight amongst each other. It happened, but usually Themaris couldn't be bothered... when she did fight them, it generally wasn't any more difficult than fighting the mortals...it boiled down to simply taking longer to finish them off before moving on.
Finally, she realized she had been living without any direction at all. As a warrior, Themaris travelled and met many, but after so long she felt it was useless. No clues turned up after more than eight hundred years. With no one to go back to, and no home to return quietly, that left her wandering. She spent two more centuries solely searching for the being that made her. Centuries broke into more than a millennia, and finally shortly after the beginning of the of the fourth Syrian war, she grew tired, all but giving up that search. It had been vengeance she sought, but as time passed and she laid herself to rest deep within the long forgotten labyrinthian passages beneath the Minoan Palace of Knossos, she thought perhaps she would only find him to perchance make eternity a fraction less empty. In fact, thinking about it, he had saved her as much as he had cursed her, no matter how much she wanted to blame him for her sorrows, she owed him her life.
As the long sleep took her, she hoped when she awoke she could begin her search again, and finally find a clue. At the very least, she might seek out others who had regained their minds.
Warrior Image
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BORN: 1253 BC. DIED: 1276 BC. WARRIOR/MERCENCARY: 1276 BC - 429 BC (up until two years after the beginning of the Peloponnesian War. ROGUE WANDERER: 429 BC - 219 BC (During the Fourth Syrian War) LONG SLEEP: 219 BC - 2017 Present Day (2236 years beneath Mount Olympus).
Religion: Polytheistic In order for us to be cursed, someone had to have cursed us.
Hobbies: Music, literature, dancing, stargazing, strategizing.
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