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Plot idea: the leader of a great army (could be a king, god, titan, don't really mind it's up to you!) was told by his oracles to seek out the female titan Avyanna to help him succeed in battle against his opposing kingdoms. Since the walls of Tartarus fell a sickness has been seeping out into their world, anyone it touches turns dark and unnatural. It is leading to battles of a magnitude that can no longer be contained by simple men, Tartarus must be contained once more and the final battle must be won or else the world will fall into total disarray. But, Avyanna will not be a willing participant and the great leader, having heard only horror stories of the titans growing up is less than eager to have to turn to her for help, but his hand will be forced.
Bio and backstory for the character below! I am pretty chill on however anyone else feels the story can sway or go I like to give as much creative freedom as possible!
Name: Avyanna
Height: 5"7
Gender: Female
Race: Titan
Eye colour: blue, occasionally can turn to black
Hair: Red, falls to about her waist and holds a soft curl
Skin: very pale
Distinguishing features: jagged scar that goes from her sternum down to her navel, pointed ears, a brand mark of an eagle burned behind her left ear.
Body: relatively petite, usually seen wearing reinforced corsets in different variations of the shade black. Never without a blade or bow and arrow attached to her person.
When the world was new Avyanna had high hopes for it. She looked upon it with the caution a mother holds as she looks upon her toddler trying to take its first cautious steps into the world. Little did she know she should have been more cautious of those closest to her, her own kin. They all started out as Titans, every last one of them. Equals, the same. But greed soon overtook them all. The inescapable desire to posses, own and control all that was around them.
That's how it started, soon a line had been drawn. Zeus in all his cocky nature had gathered the masses to flock to him and revolt against the rest, Avyanna did not trust his facade, she saw him for what he was… a wolf in sheep's clothing itching to get his grasp on the world and all those who dwelled within it. They fought hard, they fought well, but it was not enough. They could not win against the mite of the others. Their punishment for this? Those of them who survived were subjected to being put into the very pits of mount Tartarus, there they faced an eternity of holding up the walls around them so they did not die.
It was funny, back then she would have done anything to survive, her survival was paramount. Something happens to an individual that spends prolonged periods of time in Tartarus. Perhaps it was the darkness, perhaps it was the stench of death and decay or perhaps it was merely the utter hopelessness of their situation but Tartarus changed her in ways she didn't think she could be changed. It brought something out in her, something dormant she didn't know she had in her. The day she clawed her way from that cesspool of misery she left the very essence of who she used to be behind.
With a jagged rock from the crumbling walls of the mountain she had buried it into the bodies of her family, those whom she had loved without question and ripped their very godly essence from their bodies absorbing it for herself. What she hadn't accounted for was what it would do to her. She became stronger, of course, but Tartarus had given birth to her anew, it's own child of darkness. She was misery personified, any plants she touched died, the grass turned brown and dry beneath her feet. She was like a pestilence, a plague.
It was decades later when she learned she could no longer die, she had grown tired of feeling hollow, a shell masquerading as the woman she once was. She had tried to die, her disappointment when she came out unscathed was palpable. Now she only feels when she is in the glory of battle, there she feels alive, she feeds the darkness that jumped into her body and wrapped around her soul in Tartarus.
Now, she felt she and the darkness were one in the same.
Bio and backstory for the character below! I am pretty chill on however anyone else feels the story can sway or go I like to give as much creative freedom as possible!
Name: Avyanna
Height: 5"7
Gender: Female
Race: Titan
Eye colour: blue, occasionally can turn to black
Hair: Red, falls to about her waist and holds a soft curl
Skin: very pale
Distinguishing features: jagged scar that goes from her sternum down to her navel, pointed ears, a brand mark of an eagle burned behind her left ear.
Body: relatively petite, usually seen wearing reinforced corsets in different variations of the shade black. Never without a blade or bow and arrow attached to her person.
When the world was new Avyanna had high hopes for it. She looked upon it with the caution a mother holds as she looks upon her toddler trying to take its first cautious steps into the world. Little did she know she should have been more cautious of those closest to her, her own kin. They all started out as Titans, every last one of them. Equals, the same. But greed soon overtook them all. The inescapable desire to posses, own and control all that was around them.
That's how it started, soon a line had been drawn. Zeus in all his cocky nature had gathered the masses to flock to him and revolt against the rest, Avyanna did not trust his facade, she saw him for what he was… a wolf in sheep's clothing itching to get his grasp on the world and all those who dwelled within it. They fought hard, they fought well, but it was not enough. They could not win against the mite of the others. Their punishment for this? Those of them who survived were subjected to being put into the very pits of mount Tartarus, there they faced an eternity of holding up the walls around them so they did not die.
It was funny, back then she would have done anything to survive, her survival was paramount. Something happens to an individual that spends prolonged periods of time in Tartarus. Perhaps it was the darkness, perhaps it was the stench of death and decay or perhaps it was merely the utter hopelessness of their situation but Tartarus changed her in ways she didn't think she could be changed. It brought something out in her, something dormant she didn't know she had in her. The day she clawed her way from that cesspool of misery she left the very essence of who she used to be behind.
With a jagged rock from the crumbling walls of the mountain she had buried it into the bodies of her family, those whom she had loved without question and ripped their very godly essence from their bodies absorbing it for herself. What she hadn't accounted for was what it would do to her. She became stronger, of course, but Tartarus had given birth to her anew, it's own child of darkness. She was misery personified, any plants she touched died, the grass turned brown and dry beneath her feet. She was like a pestilence, a plague.
It was decades later when she learned she could no longer die, she had grown tired of feeling hollow, a shell masquerading as the woman she once was. She had tried to die, her disappointment when she came out unscathed was palpable. Now she only feels when she is in the glory of battle, there she feels alive, she feeds the darkness that jumped into her body and wrapped around her soul in Tartarus.
Now, she felt she and the darkness were one in the same.