Myllinnia
The Bladed-Wings of Timespace
I like the Gargoyle girl myself ^^
Uh Here is my ... tragically long (But I couldn't help it) backstory
Uh Here is my ... tragically long (But I couldn't help it) backstory
Long ago, stories say, a great woman touched by the golden light of the sun terrorized a small village. Men, women, and children would disappear never to been seen again, but the village knew, the woman was doing cruel things to the people she took. The village tried once to remove the great woman, but they were defeated and many more were taken inside the grand fortress. In their despair the village called upon the spirits of the forest to tear down the woman and her fortress. A great rumble shook the land and then silence. For years the village fearful awaited one of their own to vanish. But it never happened and for a time peace would reign.
The village became a large city, a grouping of several villages, each sharing the same story, and named itself the Shadow Leaf City State. They have weathered the Usurpation, the Contagion, and the Fair Folk Invasion. They know nothing of the Scarlet Empress or her Realm, nor do they know of the dead that assault the living. They live. But that is it. They are a remarkably cruel people, those that are too weak are fed to monstrous creatures captured from the nearby cursed fortress. Some are lucky, they can kill the creatures and become people of the sword.
I am not one of them. I was found recently in the Cursed Fortress of the Endless Ruby Skies. A group of overly brave men entered the fortress, some were devoured by creatures of twisted and warped bodies, and they found me barely surviving themselves at the deepest part of the fortress. They took my container tube where I slept, my body maintained by the power of the spirit of the Fortress. They fled from the fortress, only a small handful of them, and presented their prize to city. I opened my eyes upon these scary and strange creatures, called human, that late hot day.
I was small then, a child if one could consider me such a thing, my hair was short, my serpent body was only 3 feet long, and my skin was pale blue, almost white. Upon my back was a single set of ancient words, than none can read, while a great tattoo covers half of my humanoid body. It grows as I do, a seemingly live thing itself. I was given no clothes, and no name was granted to me, but they did their best to make me feel inferior to them. All I wanted when I had first opened my eyes was love, and all I got was hate. I learned quickly to make the humans satisfied with me, I could sing and my natural grace lent to strange and entrancing dances. Sometimes they would give me their food, but most often than not did I have to hunt for my own food. Small animals were my meals, eaten whole and alive, while pleasant to me they were not something I desired, something else was needed, something that I knew was tastier and lovelier to feel go down my throat, but I wouldn't know what for years. The Humans trained me in various languages, to better to understand the growing foreign trends, it was probably an innane desire to prove they were better, but I learned none-the-less.
When I came to age, 13 years since my awakening, they thrust me from the house that I lived and put in the arena. My only weapon was a weapon too heavy for me to wield while wearing armor too heavy for my slight form to deal with. Sure my serpent half was now 20 feet long, my skin was a darker blue, and my hair was a lot longer, I even had large breasts that envied some of the human women I was set to please. Still here I was. Death was certain, I knew too little of the blade in my hand or the armor upon my body chaffing at my soft skin. A human was there, to face me. He wore little, just a leather armored shirt, and tattered leather leggings, a sword in hand, he faced me with eyes narrowed and full of confidence and his lips were pressed tightly in a smirk. He was sure he would kill me.
The combat started and he charged me. I cried out in fear and raised my weapon unconsciously blocking the first strong strike. He bounded back regarding me and circling me, he was looking for a way to tear into me, I could feel the sharpness of imagined blades as he sought a mental path to my demise. I began to move away from him, the weapon in my hands trembling, tears in my eyes. These hateful creatures… why wouldn’t someone save me from them? He charged at me with a terrible howl and I flinched back, my sword moved clumsily as I placed it between me and the offending weapon of the creature called Human and once again I blocked it. This went on for awhile, it was obvious that his skill was only slightly better than mine. My body covered in sweat and dirt I lowered my weapon. My arms were burning and I couldn’t hold it for much longer. He charged at me, seeing my opening and I closed my eyes waiting for the unfair death. I cursed the gods, my creator, whoever and whatever I could as the blade sought to cleave my heart from my chest. But then instinct acted and I lashed out my eyes openinging with surprise as I wrapped my tail around him, he cried out in surprise and fear and I pressed my coils tighter and tighter. I felt a bone in his body snap and something in me seemed to grow. Deftly I disarmed him and brought his sweat damp and muscular form closer. Yes, the scent was nice, I pried his armor from him, while the audience watched in fascination. His eyes widened, he knew what was to happen, the Creature called human were easily made food, this I knew. I raised him and moved him carefully to my lips and his cries turned to sobs. I couldn’t fight it, a part of me was disgusted but my body wanted it, the same feeling when I first ate a rat and felt it squirming down my throat. And so it was, I ate him, his powerful but subdued and broken body sliding down my throat. Surely the pain of opening my mouth wide enough was to be soothed as the last of his tasty sweat damp body descended into one of my stomachs. A satisfaction so great that it overrode the guilt and disgust in my mind filled me and I curled up in a corner and slept. Apparently the audience loved it and wanted more.
For years I was trained with the sword and the armor, and I was thrust into battle after battle. Each of my opponents fell, their blood soaking the tainted ground, some would become promised meals, others would live to try again, and some would be simply dead. It was all I would know, that is until recently. A second desire was growing in me, a different one and some of my targets found themselves sexual playmates before being defeated. Deciding that I was becoming too dangerous, and the prospects of children they set their most powerful champion against me. I was excited and the man before me, encased in armor so black that light seemed to be absorbed into it, brought a flush to my face. I wanted him, my body and stomach wanted him. What descendants I could create with a man such as this! The overriding thoughts squelched all others and I assaulted the man attempting to subdue him, to rape him, then devour him. But to my horror and surprise he knocked the sword from my hands, he grabbed me by my slender wrists and pinned my writhing tail with is armored boot. He fondled me for a bit before bringing his weapon’s tip to my humanoid gut.
“You will make a pretty nice trophy,†he said his tone very pleased. But then the Cursed Fortress came alive, the first time in over two thousand years and explosions were tearing apart the city as beams of intense light struck at the city. People were screaming and the scent of blood reached my nose. The Champion snorted and threw me to the ground before racing towards one of the gates. A terrible flash of light tore the arena open, killing the champion as pieces of his body flew everywhere. I lay there stunned, what was happening? Was I spared death? Quickly gathering myself I escaped and fled into the jungles. I didn’t stay away not yet, I returned on final time, a time when the city was mostly still destroyed. I raided my former master’s house, taking one of the prettiest armors there before slinking on to take food, and one of the better swords. I then vanished leaving the city to burn as the Cursed Fortress continues to destroy what it could. Now free, I am my own master, and I will fight when I want to, at the back of my mind the fear of losing myself to the desires of my body keeps me reserved…
And Sheet (Basically done)
Character Name: Alleria
Concept: Recently Escaped Gladiator
Motivation: To destroy all who would take freedoms away from others
Intimacies: Humans (Wary Dislike), Descendents (Desire)
Profession: Gladiator (A strange one at that xD )
Attributes:
--Physical--
Strength: ••
Dexterity: •••••
Stamina: ••
--Social--
Charisma: •
Manipulation: •••
Appearance: •••••
--Mental--
Perception: ••
Intelligence: ••
Wits: ••
Abilities:
--WAR--
Archery
Athletics •••
Awareness ••
Dodge ••••
Integrity
Martial Arts ••••
•Melee ••••• (Against Multiple Oppenents ••)
Resistance
Thrown
War
--LIFE--
Craft
Larceny •••
Linguistics •• (Native: Old Realm | Learned (after before her gladitorial days): RiverSpeak, Firetongue)
Performance ••••
Presence
Ride
Sail
Socialize
Stealth ••••
Survival ••
--WISDOM--
Bureaucracy
Investigation
Lore
Occult
Medicine
Mutations/Merits/Flaws
Mutations marked with * are inheritable through Breed True
*Serpent Tongue (Lunars pg 207) Aleria has a cute little serpent's tongue, well cute when its not wraping around dinner. Ignores the -2 penalty to find the unseen.
Skin Color (Core pg 288) Aleria skin was made blue at the whim of the Solar that made her, the tatoo that runs along the left side of her humanoid body maintains the limiter on Aleria's Essence System. Both these features will not show on decendents due to a failure in the design.
*Cannibalism (Lunars pg 208) As a part of the design flaw and seen in all the failed prototypes, Aleria also enjoys the taste of living human flesh more than anything, as well as eating them whole.
*Breed True (Scroll of Heroes pg 133) She was designed to continue the species however even the Solar knew that there was a chance that only one of his prototypes would survive to procreate, so this was encoded into the Katana Lamia to ensure proper continuing bloodlines.
*Short Gestation (Wyld pg 147) Aleria especially was designed to bring children quickly into Creation.
Immortality (Scroll of Heroes pg 135) In a desperate attempt to have her Katana Lamia live beyond a month, the Solar instilled a system that would make Aleria live for an awfully long time. In as such this ability isn't to be seen in her decendents... when she has any.
Sexual Addiction (Lunars pg 209) Possibly a side effect to to the Breeding systems in place but likely caused upon the opening of the Essence System, Aleria cannot resist sex with the appropriate person, male or woman. Her targets are however usually strong with good genetics. -2 to Temperance Rolls to Resist
Awakened Essence (Infernals pg 63) In an insane attempt to keep Aleria from joining her maddened siblings, the Solar opened up Aleria's Essence system to strengthen the creature's mind. This alone has added flaws and abberations to her precious Katana Lamia design. Still the tatoo keeps the Essence System in check, keeping it basically in stasis. Aleria however has the mental ability to break beyond that limiter, but she doesn't have the desire... yet.
Perfect Healing Form (Scroll of Heroes pg 137) Another facet of keeping Aleria alive over her siblings, her Solar creator granted her the ability to heal even the most serious of wounds, given time.
*Serpent's Body (Lunars pg 209) Her basic mark of her design. A 20ft long black serpent's body. It started orginally at 2ft but grew as she did, while she has not made her 18th year yet it appears the length of her tail has stopped. It grants her +4 dex to movement and +4 to Grapples with it. It imposes a -3 to other movement required abilites that legs are needed for. Ie jumping.
Backgrounds:
Resources •••
Artifact •• (Silken Armor)
Virtues:
Compassion: ••
Conviction: •••
Temperance: ••
Valor: •••
Willpower and Essence:
Willpower: •••••••
Essence: •
Essence Pool (22)
Weapons/Armor/Artifacts/Items
ARTIFACT
Silken Armor 3B/5L
RESOURCES
Straight Sword -S:4 A:+2 D:+3 Def:+1 R:2-
Perfect Knivesx6 -S:5 A:+2 D:+3 Def:+2 R:3-
Leather Gloves
Scabbard
Defenses/Attacks
Straight Sword -S:4 A:12 D:5L PDV:6 R:2-
Perfect Knives -S:5 A:12 D:5L PDV:6 R:3-
Clinch (Tail grapple) -S:6 A:13 D:2B PDV: 5 R:1-
Kick (Tail Slap) -S:5 A:9 D:5B PDV:4 R:2-
Punch -S:5 A:10 D:2B PDV:6 R:3-
Join Battle 4
DDV 5
Join Debate 4
MDDV 3
Natural Soak
Bash: 2 Lethal: 0
Armored
Bash: 5 Lethal: 5 Aggrivated: 3
Health
-0 [ ]
-1 [ ] [ ]
-2 [ ] [ ]
-4 [ ]
I [ ]
D [ ] [ ]
Professions- Gladiator
Athletics, Melee, Performance- One dot per
BPs
02 Dodge ••• > ••••
02 Martial Arts ••• > ••••
03 Temperance • > ••
02 Stealth ••• > ••••
01 Melee •••• > •••••
02 Willpower ••••• • > ••••• ••
01 Melee Specialty ••
04 Str • > ••
04 Dex •••• > •••••
The village became a large city, a grouping of several villages, each sharing the same story, and named itself the Shadow Leaf City State. They have weathered the Usurpation, the Contagion, and the Fair Folk Invasion. They know nothing of the Scarlet Empress or her Realm, nor do they know of the dead that assault the living. They live. But that is it. They are a remarkably cruel people, those that are too weak are fed to monstrous creatures captured from the nearby cursed fortress. Some are lucky, they can kill the creatures and become people of the sword.
I am not one of them. I was found recently in the Cursed Fortress of the Endless Ruby Skies. A group of overly brave men entered the fortress, some were devoured by creatures of twisted and warped bodies, and they found me barely surviving themselves at the deepest part of the fortress. They took my container tube where I slept, my body maintained by the power of the spirit of the Fortress. They fled from the fortress, only a small handful of them, and presented their prize to city. I opened my eyes upon these scary and strange creatures, called human, that late hot day.
I was small then, a child if one could consider me such a thing, my hair was short, my serpent body was only 3 feet long, and my skin was pale blue, almost white. Upon my back was a single set of ancient words, than none can read, while a great tattoo covers half of my humanoid body. It grows as I do, a seemingly live thing itself. I was given no clothes, and no name was granted to me, but they did their best to make me feel inferior to them. All I wanted when I had first opened my eyes was love, and all I got was hate. I learned quickly to make the humans satisfied with me, I could sing and my natural grace lent to strange and entrancing dances. Sometimes they would give me their food, but most often than not did I have to hunt for my own food. Small animals were my meals, eaten whole and alive, while pleasant to me they were not something I desired, something else was needed, something that I knew was tastier and lovelier to feel go down my throat, but I wouldn't know what for years. The Humans trained me in various languages, to better to understand the growing foreign trends, it was probably an innane desire to prove they were better, but I learned none-the-less.
When I came to age, 13 years since my awakening, they thrust me from the house that I lived and put in the arena. My only weapon was a weapon too heavy for me to wield while wearing armor too heavy for my slight form to deal with. Sure my serpent half was now 20 feet long, my skin was a darker blue, and my hair was a lot longer, I even had large breasts that envied some of the human women I was set to please. Still here I was. Death was certain, I knew too little of the blade in my hand or the armor upon my body chaffing at my soft skin. A human was there, to face me. He wore little, just a leather armored shirt, and tattered leather leggings, a sword in hand, he faced me with eyes narrowed and full of confidence and his lips were pressed tightly in a smirk. He was sure he would kill me.
The combat started and he charged me. I cried out in fear and raised my weapon unconsciously blocking the first strong strike. He bounded back regarding me and circling me, he was looking for a way to tear into me, I could feel the sharpness of imagined blades as he sought a mental path to my demise. I began to move away from him, the weapon in my hands trembling, tears in my eyes. These hateful creatures… why wouldn’t someone save me from them? He charged at me with a terrible howl and I flinched back, my sword moved clumsily as I placed it between me and the offending weapon of the creature called Human and once again I blocked it. This went on for awhile, it was obvious that his skill was only slightly better than mine. My body covered in sweat and dirt I lowered my weapon. My arms were burning and I couldn’t hold it for much longer. He charged at me, seeing my opening and I closed my eyes waiting for the unfair death. I cursed the gods, my creator, whoever and whatever I could as the blade sought to cleave my heart from my chest. But then instinct acted and I lashed out my eyes openinging with surprise as I wrapped my tail around him, he cried out in surprise and fear and I pressed my coils tighter and tighter. I felt a bone in his body snap and something in me seemed to grow. Deftly I disarmed him and brought his sweat damp and muscular form closer. Yes, the scent was nice, I pried his armor from him, while the audience watched in fascination. His eyes widened, he knew what was to happen, the Creature called human were easily made food, this I knew. I raised him and moved him carefully to my lips and his cries turned to sobs. I couldn’t fight it, a part of me was disgusted but my body wanted it, the same feeling when I first ate a rat and felt it squirming down my throat. And so it was, I ate him, his powerful but subdued and broken body sliding down my throat. Surely the pain of opening my mouth wide enough was to be soothed as the last of his tasty sweat damp body descended into one of my stomachs. A satisfaction so great that it overrode the guilt and disgust in my mind filled me and I curled up in a corner and slept. Apparently the audience loved it and wanted more.
For years I was trained with the sword and the armor, and I was thrust into battle after battle. Each of my opponents fell, their blood soaking the tainted ground, some would become promised meals, others would live to try again, and some would be simply dead. It was all I would know, that is until recently. A second desire was growing in me, a different one and some of my targets found themselves sexual playmates before being defeated. Deciding that I was becoming too dangerous, and the prospects of children they set their most powerful champion against me. I was excited and the man before me, encased in armor so black that light seemed to be absorbed into it, brought a flush to my face. I wanted him, my body and stomach wanted him. What descendants I could create with a man such as this! The overriding thoughts squelched all others and I assaulted the man attempting to subdue him, to rape him, then devour him. But to my horror and surprise he knocked the sword from my hands, he grabbed me by my slender wrists and pinned my writhing tail with is armored boot. He fondled me for a bit before bringing his weapon’s tip to my humanoid gut.
“You will make a pretty nice trophy,†he said his tone very pleased. But then the Cursed Fortress came alive, the first time in over two thousand years and explosions were tearing apart the city as beams of intense light struck at the city. People were screaming and the scent of blood reached my nose. The Champion snorted and threw me to the ground before racing towards one of the gates. A terrible flash of light tore the arena open, killing the champion as pieces of his body flew everywhere. I lay there stunned, what was happening? Was I spared death? Quickly gathering myself I escaped and fled into the jungles. I didn’t stay away not yet, I returned on final time, a time when the city was mostly still destroyed. I raided my former master’s house, taking one of the prettiest armors there before slinking on to take food, and one of the better swords. I then vanished leaving the city to burn as the Cursed Fortress continues to destroy what it could. Now free, I am my own master, and I will fight when I want to, at the back of my mind the fear of losing myself to the desires of my body keeps me reserved…
And Sheet (Basically done)
Character Name: Alleria
Concept: Recently Escaped Gladiator
Motivation: To destroy all who would take freedoms away from others
Intimacies: Humans (Wary Dislike), Descendents (Desire)
Profession: Gladiator (A strange one at that xD )
Attributes:
--Physical--
Strength: ••
Dexterity: •••••
Stamina: ••
--Social--
Charisma: •
Manipulation: •••
Appearance: •••••
--Mental--
Perception: ••
Intelligence: ••
Wits: ••
Abilities:
--WAR--
Archery
Athletics •••
Awareness ••
Dodge ••••
Integrity
Martial Arts ••••
•Melee ••••• (Against Multiple Oppenents ••)
Resistance
Thrown
War
--LIFE--
Craft
Larceny •••
Linguistics •• (Native: Old Realm | Learned (after before her gladitorial days): RiverSpeak, Firetongue)
Performance ••••
Presence
Ride
Sail
Socialize
Stealth ••••
Survival ••
--WISDOM--
Bureaucracy
Investigation
Lore
Occult
Medicine
Mutations/Merits/Flaws
Mutations marked with * are inheritable through Breed True
*Serpent Tongue (Lunars pg 207) Aleria has a cute little serpent's tongue, well cute when its not wraping around dinner. Ignores the -2 penalty to find the unseen.
Skin Color (Core pg 288) Aleria skin was made blue at the whim of the Solar that made her, the tatoo that runs along the left side of her humanoid body maintains the limiter on Aleria's Essence System. Both these features will not show on decendents due to a failure in the design.
*Cannibalism (Lunars pg 208) As a part of the design flaw and seen in all the failed prototypes, Aleria also enjoys the taste of living human flesh more than anything, as well as eating them whole.
*Breed True (Scroll of Heroes pg 133) She was designed to continue the species however even the Solar knew that there was a chance that only one of his prototypes would survive to procreate, so this was encoded into the Katana Lamia to ensure proper continuing bloodlines.
*Short Gestation (Wyld pg 147) Aleria especially was designed to bring children quickly into Creation.
Immortality (Scroll of Heroes pg 135) In a desperate attempt to have her Katana Lamia live beyond a month, the Solar instilled a system that would make Aleria live for an awfully long time. In as such this ability isn't to be seen in her decendents... when she has any.
Sexual Addiction (Lunars pg 209) Possibly a side effect to to the Breeding systems in place but likely caused upon the opening of the Essence System, Aleria cannot resist sex with the appropriate person, male or woman. Her targets are however usually strong with good genetics. -2 to Temperance Rolls to Resist
Awakened Essence (Infernals pg 63) In an insane attempt to keep Aleria from joining her maddened siblings, the Solar opened up Aleria's Essence system to strengthen the creature's mind. This alone has added flaws and abberations to her precious Katana Lamia design. Still the tatoo keeps the Essence System in check, keeping it basically in stasis. Aleria however has the mental ability to break beyond that limiter, but she doesn't have the desire... yet.
Perfect Healing Form (Scroll of Heroes pg 137) Another facet of keeping Aleria alive over her siblings, her Solar creator granted her the ability to heal even the most serious of wounds, given time.
*Serpent's Body (Lunars pg 209) Her basic mark of her design. A 20ft long black serpent's body. It started orginally at 2ft but grew as she did, while she has not made her 18th year yet it appears the length of her tail has stopped. It grants her +4 dex to movement and +4 to Grapples with it. It imposes a -3 to other movement required abilites that legs are needed for. Ie jumping.
Backgrounds:
Resources •••
Artifact •• (Silken Armor)
Virtues:
Compassion: ••
Conviction: •••
Temperance: ••
Valor: •••
Willpower and Essence:
Willpower: •••••••
Essence: •
Essence Pool (22)
Weapons/Armor/Artifacts/Items
ARTIFACT
Silken Armor 3B/5L
RESOURCES
Straight Sword -S:4 A:+2 D:+3 Def:+1 R:2-
Perfect Knivesx6 -S:5 A:+2 D:+3 Def:+2 R:3-
Leather Gloves
Scabbard
Defenses/Attacks
Straight Sword -S:4 A:12 D:5L PDV:6 R:2-
Perfect Knives -S:5 A:12 D:5L PDV:6 R:3-
Clinch (Tail grapple) -S:6 A:13 D:2B PDV: 5 R:1-
Kick (Tail Slap) -S:5 A:9 D:5B PDV:4 R:2-
Punch -S:5 A:10 D:2B PDV:6 R:3-
Join Battle 4
DDV 5
Join Debate 4
MDDV 3
Natural Soak
Bash: 2 Lethal: 0
Armored
Bash: 5 Lethal: 5 Aggrivated: 3
Health
-0 [ ]
-1 [ ] [ ]
-2 [ ] [ ]
-4 [ ]
I [ ]
D [ ] [ ]
Professions- Gladiator
Athletics, Melee, Performance- One dot per
BPs
02 Dodge ••• > ••••
02 Martial Arts ••• > ••••
03 Temperance • > ••
02 Stealth ••• > ••••
01 Melee •••• > •••••
02 Willpower ••••• • > ••••• ••
01 Melee Specialty ••
04 Str • > ••
04 Dex •••• > •••••
