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| Alistrie Duvau | Feb 3 2011, 09:51 AM Post #1 |
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Alistrie Duvau Age: About 3000 Caste: Black Widow Healer Race: Hayllian Birth Territory: Hayll Home Territory: Dea Al Mon Birthright Jewel: Red (98) Jewel of rank: Gray (1) Craft Strengths: Illusions and mind altering webs, which she has pursued through training. Her talent for healing is stronger, but she has never sought to improve her skill. Craft Weaknesses: Anything aggressive. If she doesn’t have time to think it through and plan, she’s out of her league. Description Physical Description: No one is really sure what Alistrie actually looks like. She has kept herself wrapped in illusions for so long that her natural appearance would be a shock to any that would see her. Normally, her ‘usual’ face is an exotic Dea Al Mon beauty, with hair that is too dark to seem natural for their race, tilted blue eyes, and angular pale features. She likes to wear dark clothes and a veil as often as possible, often with a web woven into the thin cloth to enhance her attractiveness. Even without the illusions, she is a thin, short woman, with hardly any curves in the chest, though she does have a nice backside. Alistrie’s natural skin color is a deep tan, as opposed to the illusion of paleness that she almost always wears, and her eyes should be golden. Without the pouty lips she pretends to have, she has a hard, hungry look to her, though mostly her features are still the same. Her fingers are long and boney either way, with numerous small scars from drawing blood for various uses. She keeps her nails long and sharp as well, the better to defend herself with, should she ever be caught. Personality: Alistrie can hold a grudge like no other. More than three thousand years later, and she still holds an entire race accountable for the actions of one man. A man that has already been punished sufficiently for his crime against her. She cold and hard, ready to do anything. She stands on the edge of the Twisted Kingdom. Sometimes she loses herself in it unintentionally. There have been years when she just wandered, not recognizing herself or her surroundings, but these have uncommon. Usually she is driven to banish the old fears. The only time she shows passion is when she has a male to ‘train’. It was this passion that made her leave Pruul. One too many slaves sent for training ended up dead under her hands. Usually she can hold back, and the training is nothing more than what she is asked to do. The last time she showed any softness at all, outside of the times that she is lost in the Twisted Kingdom, was during her training as a Black Widow. She is aware that the time existed, but she cannot recall the cause of it or what exactly she did. Sometimes the holes in her memories still trouble her. Likes: Silence, Order, Power, Fame, Beauty Dislikes: Crowds, Noise, Weakness, Whores, Facing a mirror without her illusions. History Alistrie was actually born Gretchen Martile in Hayll. She was the bastard child of a Red Moon whore, and the darling of the house. An amateur healer, her help was invaluable when things got out of hand. She learned to dance and sing, entertaining the ‘guests’ while they waited for their meals and their beds. She never was very pretty back then, scrawny and pinched looking, but she had the grace and flair to help her mother make a living anyway. No one ever thought she would be in any danger. Too young. Too scrawny. Too ugly. The ladies of the house turned a blind eye, simply because they did not consider the little girl to be a rival to their skills and beauty. She was twelve when a male cornered her. The warlord prince was of the Dea Al Mon race, and he struck her across the mouth before mounting her. Her screams brought the ladies and the bouncers running. It was not too late, thank the Darkness. She had been opened, but not broken. Her inner web remained intact, but there was something wrong with her anyway. The Warlord Prince did not fare so well. His mind was gone entirely. She had been on the cusp of emerging as a Black Widow, though her training to that point had been that of a Healer. Her first use of this new strength was to destroy the male that had hurt her, locking his spirit in his perfect body behind a mind that could observe, but not react. Gretchen stayed in the house for only a few more weeks, long enough to be sure the destruction and healing she had wrought would hold for the rest of the male’s life. She joined a coven of Black Widows in Hayll, learning the art. It took the better part of a thousand years before Gretchen was satisfied. She was focused and dedicated to the art, pursuing the craft to learn how to do on purpose what she had once done by instinct. When she was done learning, she returned to the Red Moon house that she had been born to. The web she had made for them had taken a long time to build, more than a year with all the false starts she had to try. The end effect was horrible, locking the inhabitants into the building, living the same day and night over and over, until the food ran out and they starved in the middle of their depravities. Gretchen ‘died’ that night as well, leaving behind the name her mother had given her and wrapping herself in illusions. Alistrie was the name she took for herself then, following the tales of the Dea Al Mon. After all, it was a Dea Al Mon Warlord Prince that had set her descent to the edge of the twisted kingdom, and had almost kept her from gaining her jewels at all. The race and caste would have to pay for her pain. Alistrie spent some time in Pruul, buying and selling slaves, practicing what might be done to a male. For a time, she was somewhat famous for being able to teach slaves to do specific tasks and general roles. Finally she had enough money to travel to Kaeleer and set herself up anyway she wanted to. That was centuries ago. With the current state of affairs in Dea Al Mon, one must wonder if she had anything to do with it. She had the skills, the motive, and the patience. She hunted those males that escaped the purge for a while, but has not been seen in public for a few years. Some might have thought that she died, no matter what the servants of her house might say. Family: There is no one that she is close to. RP Sample: Only necessary for your first accepted character, all birthright red characters, dual caste males and triple caste females. Player Info OOC Name: Krysis Past Characters: Susan Kavare, Queen, Summer Sky to Opal Byron Kavare, Prince, Tiger Eye to Summer Sky Helena Satine, Healer, White to Rose Ceraphian Black, Landen Jaidev, Warlord, Summer Sky to Green I have read the Rules!: Naturally. Edited by Alistrie Duvau, Feb 4 2011, 12:28 PM.
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