Post by Zira/Lamia on Jan 23, 2011 10:00:10 GMT -5
Lamia
Nourish this flame its been built on the ones we hate
Name; Lamia
Age; 18
Gender; Female
Ethnicity; Caucasian
Religion; Way of Veneficus
Sexuality; Straight
Never knowing a last cry destined to bleed
Character Description - Lamia is a spellcaster drobed in black robes with gold outlines and complete with a hood. Underneath that hood is long blonde hair that stops somewhere pass her shoulders and eyes as blue as the sea. The way she carries herself has many accused her of having a stick up her ass, finding many things to be beneath her.
Character Abilities -
- Dark Magic
- Healing Magic
- Verto Magic (The ability to transform object and her body)
- Summoning Magic
- Necromancy
Character Alignment - Evil
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History - Born in Jherrazad, Jherra near the edge of the city where a band of outsiders formed a coven and desired to attain great power through magic and so they trained to further improve their power. Lamia was born into this coven and taught at an early age the Ways of Veneficus, her parents one day hoping that she would lead the coven once she was old enough to claim leadership for her own. Lamia seriously lacked a childhood as her parents were strict and never let her wandered far from their place in Jherrazad as they had a deal with the Jherrazad Free Army. "Don't bother us we won't bother you."
The end result? She grew up with a stick up her butt. Such a proper young lady who dislikes anything unproper and boy was she picky about what she found to be proper. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you stood, walked, talked and did normal every day things. It wasn't uncommon for her to hear, "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on" or something along those lines. What disgusting little mouths some of the citizens in Jherrazad had. It was a pity.
The years went by, Lamia was kept out of the war between the Free Army and the Crimson one with help from her coven. The older she got the more her powers grew and soon it would be time for her pilgrimage. A rite of passage for those in her coven to prove themselves by going out into the world and honing their power and skills. The pilgrimage would begin throughout Jherra. It was seen cruel to many as families forced their children to leave when they came of age with nothing but the clothes on their back and the knowledge they have learned all these years. They couldn't return until they had a gift worth more than just gold and their powers fully developed. It was their way.
Lamia would make her way from Jherra to Attilian by crossing the sea to continue her pilgrimage, learning some things about the three way war between Ajerian, Abyss and the Damned while on her travels. She decided to set up camp in an abandoned ruin found in The Dune Sea while using Jerico and Yesabelle as means to stock up on supplies, until everything went to hell for Jerico. Now she finds herself in the middle of war in a foreign continent unsure of which direction to take and what side to choose from, if any at all.