Posts by AZURE!

GENERAL INFORMATION

name Arawn Leoht

age 36 years

gender Male

sexuality Heterosexual Heteromantic

faction allegiance(s) Honorguard

APPEARANCE

Arawn can be described as handsome in a rugged, wild way. He bears scars of many multitude due to years of fighting against the wretched Bloodbound, these scars covering his muscular torso and back all of which vary in severity. His hair is a deep, dark brown although lately has been tinged with gray due to stress and his eyes are a piercing gray as well, a trait he had inherited from his father. He stands at a fairly tall height, being 6’4 and combined with his muscle mass can cause a fair bit of intimidation to those around him.

PERSONALITY

Brooding, cold and serious are terms that describe Arawn perfectly. Very rarely does the man show much emotion aside from seriousness or cold calculation and his lack of showing emotion makes him quite intimidating to approach, much less start conversations with him. War is the primary thing on his mind, and as such he has little time for much else other than focus on war efforts. In that regard, he is reliable and focused, never allowing himself rest due to knowing that there is much for him to do or accomplish. He is quite driven and hard-working, yet at times Arawn has the potential to let personal bias get in the way of rational decisions as the man despises the opposing faction with everything in his heart, making him see them as nothing more than monsters deserving of slaughter. In this regard, he is very close-minded and is extremely rigid when it comes to matters concerning that of the Bloodbound, which leads to his other traits.

He is judgemental and borderline cruel at times, doing abhorrent acts that most wouldn’t even thing of doing, even to his own people if he has to as he focuses on the bigger picture of the ends justify the means. Regardless of how twisted his actions may become, no matter how desperate or how brutal he may get, Arawn is willing to become a monster to protect his home. He considers all the outcasts of the Bloodbound nothing more than pests that needs to be slaughtered, even more so considering his previous grievances concerning the monsters which leaves him vengeful and full of hate within his heart, thus making him uncaring to those around him even his subordinates. If he must sacrifice others to wipe out his enemies, he will do it without a second thought, bearing the weight of innocent blood on his hands which he is more than capable of bearing.

He cares little of what others think of him, nor does he feel inclined to act gentle or soft seeing as such emotions are liabilities that he cannot afford to make. He also refrains from allowing himself to get close to anyone, or allowing himself to relax or smile. This standoffish attitude may make him dislikable to most or completely unnerving, thus leaving him with no one who dares to come close to him, much less attempt to interact with the man. He is a lone wolf with a singular purpose in the world, to drive out his enemies’ breath from their bodies, and make sure that all of them will paint the ground red with their blood for his vengeance must be quenched. This thirst for revenge is all that he runs on, all that he can possibly dare to hold onto for everything else had slipped from his grasp.

However, for all of his rough traits and horrid tendency toward violence, beneath all of his revenge fueled attitude, Arawn will on occasion go out of his way to help another, although only if he can see if the person has potential or if he can use them a little bit longer to assist him in his goals. He is also incredibly loyal to the Honorguard and will do anything he can for the people that make up the faction, more than willing to lay down his life if the moment may call for it as he does want his faction to thrive and grow, albeit preferably in a world where the Bloodbound are no more.

RELATIONSHIPS

romantic interest n/a, may develop [open]

previous lovers Acacia Sunstrider [high elf, deceased]

spouse(s)/lover n/a

friends n/a [open]

enemies The entirety of the Bloodbound [open]

WEAPONS/ABILITIES

- He wields a large sword, formerly embued with Estra's holy light, however it now serves as a regular blade

- He used to be able to call upon Estra's light as a paladin, however that has since left him years prior

- Well versed in his knowledge of warfare

HISTORY

Born thirty-six summers ago, Arawn was the son of Hugrid Leoht, leader of the Order of Light and a paladin champion, while his mother unfortunately died giving birth to her son. Due to Hugrid being more focused on his duties as a paladin, Arawn was sent to live with Hugrid’s close friend Aldrich the Lightseer in Gracewood. Almost immediately, Arawn was rather an oddity to the high elves in Gracewood who in the more recent years had slowly been severing ties with the humans settled in Goldvale as the Bloodbound hadn’t attacked in quite a few decades. It was here that Arawn was trained with the sword and harnessing Estra’s light, but being a human he was very slow compared to his elven peers under Aldrich’s tutelage. Oftentimes, the young elves did indeed taunt Arawn when their mentor wasn’t around to protect the young human, being subjected to their teasing words and of course their beatings.

Being a human, he could not match the high elves’ speed and agility and unfortunately more often than not would wind up with countless bruises or scrapes from either tripping over himself, or one of his peers beating him senseless with the practice swords that they used. Such a lonely childhood and apprenticeship would continue on with Arawn becoming embittered from the treatment and oftentimes considered in his youth running away. But, his difficult life within Gracewood would soon come to be eased by the elven royal’s daughter, Acacia Sunstrider. The high elf was far older than him, though all of the elves were older than Arawn’s measly fourteen years at this point in time, but Acacia seemed to be different from the other elves who mocked him. She was gentle, graceful and lovely, and it didn’t take long for the teenage Arawn to fall head over heels for the elven princess. However, any confessions of love would not come immediately as his mentor; Aldrich had forced Arawn to focus on his duties of following the holy light like that of his father, Hugrid. But considering Arawn was quite the rebellious teenager and feeling quite out of place and irritated as it was, he neglected his training with Aldrich and proceeded to spend as much time as possible with Acacia, eventually professing his feelings to the high elf noble which she immediately rejected him the first few times due to her family having intentions to keep her married within the elven people and certainly not with a human. But, she soon would give way to her own desires and too would fall for Arawn, their love being one of secrecy.

Yet, these days were not meant to last, as two years would pass and thus would come the attack upon Gracewood. The attack was so sudden, with the roaring of dragons overhead and the burning of the trees and buildings, the streets running red with the blood of the high elves as they were cut down indiscriminately, and Aldrich being the high elves’ spiritual leader was too caught up in the crossfire, being slaughtered by the Bloodbound’s hands. In this violent battle that had taken the high elves by surprise, Acacia Sunstrider would fall in the midst of the chaos, a proud ranger in her own right, she had held the final ground against the invaders as she forced Arawn to leave Gracewood with those who were fleeing to the human capital. Her death, Aldrich’s death and the brutal take over on Gracewood would be permanently implanted into Arawn’s mind as upon reaching Goldvale where his father, Hugrid remained he would become one of his father’s soldiers due to his training as a paladin with his father continuing where Aldrich had left off.

From that point on, Arawn was more so serious about his training, though his heart was heavy with grief which clouded his connection to Estra’s light, though not completely at this point in time. He began struggling to call upon the holy light more and more as time passed, his mind being consumed with nothing more than his grief turned into anger. Soon, this regrettably would result in the death of Hugrid sooner or later, as throughout their training together, Arawn was beginning to see the great war hero that Hugrid was and slowly but surely was beginning to form a bond with his father. But, of course the Bloodbound would attack and with them came death. The battle that ensued in the fields outside of Goldvale was bloody and chaotic, and Arawn having never truly fought in a war before was becoming quick to falter in the battle as his connection to Estra was becoming more and more weak. An orc within the battle he had been fighting had knocked him down, disarming him and had aimed a strike to pierce his heart. Before the blade could connect, Hugrid had intervened and defended his son, fighting with all his might against the orc but it was unfortunately a trap.

Arrows would soon follow, the tips having been poisoned and thus each one piercing through the gaps in Hugrid’s armor and Arawn could only watch in horror as each arrow met its mark in Hugrid’s body, yet the man kept going, killing the orc and using the holy light against his enemies without fail. But, his body would soon drop and cause Arawn to desperately get up and try to call upon the light to heal his father, but in his mental state the light was no longer within him. No matter how much he tried over and over, the light no longer answered him, and thus Hugrid would die.

The years following, Arawn would delve himself fully into training although giving up his rank as a paladin within Goldvale’s army and serving only as a regular soldier, graining a record as a fairly proficient soldier to serve the king and his family although his sole reason for trying to continue to improve himself is only for the sake of killing every Bloodbound he could possibly get his hands on.

OTHER

GENERAL INFORMATION

name Tanith

age 10, 000 years

gender Female

sexuality Heterosexual Heteromantic

faction allegiance(s) Bloodbound | Stonehearth [formerly]

APPEARANCE

Tanith [True form]

Tanith as a dragon is a behemoth of a beast, her scales burning with the intensity of the flames that is let loose from her maw, her size akin to that almost of a mountain as considering her age as an ancient being, the queen of the fire dragon brood had since earned that title due to her strength and sheer size alone. Her wingspan as a result is also very large and over all she is quite the fearsome beast to even so much as attempt to face.

Tanith [humanoid form]

The form she primarily uses when she is to converse with those of mortal races or to enter their houses and huts, she is a very beautiful woman though her appearance still retains some of her dragon features, primarily being her wings and horns, although becoming smaller in size to accompany her smaller form. Her hair is a fiery red like that of her scales in her dragon form, and her eyes are a paler red in coloration.

PERSONALITY

Tanith is rather odd compared to most of her kind, whereas the rest of her brethren would much prefer staying away from the plight of the mortal races, Tanith instead feels more intrigued and amused by their antics, tending to be one that would be much more willing to interact with the more barbaric people. As such, this intrigue with the mortals tends to make her more inclined to listen to their requests, but she is still a powerful dragon, one that has her pride. Even if she acts more on the docile side than most would typically expect of her, Tanith still has the capacity to lean to rage and anger if one does strike a nerve within her, being fully capable of burning down an entire city if she so desires to.

However, even with this in mind, Tanith has a compassionate and wise nature, as previously she only desires to protect those whom live in Eronoth’s wilds. She is courageous; and dignified even in the sight of no hope remaining and can have the tendency to be very kind. These traits make her revered amongst those of the mortal races who think of her as that of a merciful goddess, but she refuses to acknowledge any sort role that puts in her a position of worship… or at least she used to display such modesty.

As of late, Tanith’s personality of dignity, compassion and patience has been slowly dwindling to that of a vengeful, twisted nature. She is more prone to malicious actions and can kill indiscriminately against creatures she once all considered precious. She is close to being zealous in the desires of Tirinus, bending to the god of chaos’ will and carrying them out without question, slowly becoming more and more like the god who had fathered her through his blood. However, there is still some reasoning with her as she is not fully gone yet despite the overwhelming control Tirinus seems to have upon her. Perhaps with time she’ll be able to snap herself out of his will or eventually succumb fully to it.

RELATIONSHIPS

romantic interest n/a, may develop [open]

previous lovers n/a

spouse(s)/lover n/a

friends n/a [open]

enemies All of the Honorguard [open]

WEAPONS/ABILITIES

- She can shapeshift, like all dragons into a more humanoid form

- As one whose element is more attuned to fire, she can manipulate flames to her will in both her dragon and humanoid form

- She has immense strength in both forms

- A very close connection to Tirinus' whispers (although this could be seen as more so of a danger to herself and others)

HISTORY

One of the first to be born into the world from Tirinus’ blood, Tanith woke from the crimson void of her father’s blood and her first sight was of course the rampant fighting of Eronoth, and the first emotions she felt was her god’s rage. His rage had melded with her soul, something that echoed within her to immediately fly to her master’s aide and destroy those who opposed him. She knew not of what the world was fighting for, nor did she attempt to understand. As such, her first years upon Eronoth consisted of mindless battles and bathing with the blood of the opposing dragons and creatures who served Estra. She had no mind of her own and acted only on Tirinus’ will, all to appease her master’s overwhelming rage of which she had little understanding.

Over the next few years of fighting, Tanith had begun to grow in thought and emotions. As she slew those who opposed her, she had begun to recognize that they were in pain. With every fire that consumed them, their agony had been disturbing for her to view, and yet she could not stop in her master’s orders as during this time Tirinus and Estra were constantly locked within battle, their fighting causing more and more of her kind to be birthed into the world. Her emotions had caused her mind to finally acknowledge them and through much struggle did she manage to get those whom were younger than her to flee within the Dragon’s Spine, away from the flames of war as she did not wish to see them also fall to the disasters that lay outside of the mountain range. Through her choice, those who were saved by Tanith were given the chance to grow, as during this violent time of war many did not make it through the fighting, or their wings would be pierced and damaged, leaving them to plummet to the earth and never again rise.

From her safe haven, Tanith protected the youngling dragons, spending her time as far away from Tirinus’ whispers as possible, though Tirinus’ will had more or less began to pull her away from the dragons she was trying to protect. However, one day the whispers had been silenced and a heaviness had weighed down upon Tanith almost immediately. With the absence of Tirinus and Estra in the mortal world, slowly the dragons were following their masters into a deep sleep, the Waking Twilight as it would soon be referred to.

Within the grasp of the Waking Twilight, it was like a realm she’d not seen before. Instead it was something of darkness, with only flashes of the world she could see beyond the motionless figures drifting in suspended movement around her. From the Waking Twilight, she viewed the mortals as they struggled upon Eronoth, their fighting for once making her feel with such clarity a pain in her heart. And yet, she could do nothing within her deep sleep and would wait for many, many thousands of years before she would return to Eronoth’s surface in her consciousness. The resurfacing was painful for her and sudden, and upon waking to the world of Eronoth she had begun to see something that had more or less horrified her. Many of the sleeping figures surrounding her were not breathing, although some did stir from their deep sleep, many did not return from the grasp of the Waking Twilight, most taking their last breath before never drawing another again. As a result, majority of the dragons whom she had saved many, many centuries prior were now dead, leaving a small populous behind weakened and confused. Taking it upon herself to protect them, Tanith took to making their home in the Dragon’s Spine concealed from those who would dare venture far into the mountain range, only then leaving the mountains to bring back food for her race. This carried on for a few decades without much issue until Tanith, having went a bit further in search of prey had been shot down from the skies, plummeting to the desert flooring below her.

She would soon be surrounded by alarmed Bloodbound soldiers who would immediately attempt to kill her out of fear. Only out of mercy from Tanith’s end did the soldiers not die, although many gained injuries due to coming too close to Tanith’s claws, teeth or tail. With her wing having been pierced by an odd, large and sharp object, Tanith couldn’t take to the skies as much as she would like to, and yet something had intrigued the dragon about the Bloodbound who faced her even in their fear, though of course she perhaps felt a special fondness for them due to Tirinus’ influence. It would be only through her allowing them to do so would Tanith be more or less brought as a prisoner to their encampment, but only by Tanith wanting to watch them for a little while before she would return back to the mountains of her race.

As time wore on, and she had begun to show herself as less than a threat, the Bloodbound people gradually grew to revere her and shower her with many gifts much to her confusion and amusement. As a result, Tanith slowly began to regain more and more freedom as her wing would be healed from the horrid injury she had gained, though she had no intentions of leaving these amusing mortals behind. Prolonging her return to the Stonehearth, Tanith now resides with the Bloodbound and continues to observe them with interest and curiosity, although with the drums of war beginning again, Tanith is slowly beginning to once more feel Tirinus’ whispers within her mind, twisting her slowly to his corrupt will.

OTHER

GENERAL INFORMATION

name Calluna Sunstrider

age 636 years

gender Female

sexuality Demisexual Biromantic

faction allegiance(s) Honorguard

APPEARANCE

Calluna, like that of most of her race exudes an inhuman beauty and grace. Standing at 5’11, Calluna is a tall and well-toned high elf, with a curvy figure and pale, unblemished skin (for the most part), with long, silken pale gold locks; she is the result of the royal family’s perfected lineage over the years. Her eyes are pale blue in coloration, glossed over however from an unfortunate event that had left her mostly blind although she can still make out shapes and colors, granted it is very dull. However, Calluna despite her soft and feminine appearance does have a deep scar upon her back, carved in orcish characters for the word “slave”.

PERSONALITY

Calluna is one who is reserved, tactical and graceful. Every word she speaks is calculated and carefully chosen, and she exhibits little to no emotion in everyday conversation with those who she has little choice but to converse with. She is regal, coy, intelligent and quite close-minded toward those of other races as she is quite the zealot for Estra’s holy light, such zealotry had made her hate or even consider those whom are oddities in her sight cursed and deserving to be purged. Such a radical view is mostly hidden as she does recognize that her people indeed needs the support of the humans who have so far proven themselves to be useful to the campaign against the Bloodbound, nonetheless she does still hold her personal prejudices behind an air of piety and grace, taking on the role of what has been left to her since her sister’s demise.

Calluna is also quite vengeful despite her usually calm and cold demeanor, she doesn’t allow those who have done her wrong doings to get away so easily, or even grant them a swift death. She is spiteful and vindictive, going to the point of above cruelty if it is to satisfy her need for justice. As such, getting on her bad side is one thing that no living being would ever desire as she has proven plentitude of times within her past that such atrocities against her will never go unanswered. However, for the most part whenever her emotions are not involved, she is reasonable enough and calm-minded, never being too rash and able to function without going overboard which makes her capable enough to be able to lead if it is needed, although she’d rather not take on situations which would leave her within the spotlight.

When pushed to moments of stress and desperation, those are the moments where Calluna becomes unhinged and wild. She falters in her logical decision making and becomes reactional, completely relying on her emotions to decide what to do. As such, she can become rash and will lose focus on her original goals if her rage or anger comes to surface, risking everything or anyone around her to destroy whomever has risked gaining her anger. She is a truly dangerous being if one does get on her bad side, nor will she be quick to forgive. Despite being supposedly a great follower of Estra and the teachings of the light, Calluna describes herself as Estra’s rage incarnate and will not hesitate to bring her own judgement down on others she sees as disgusting.

RELATIONSHIPS

romantic interest n/a, may develop [open]

previous lovers Chatan Blackrage [orc, deceased]

spouse(s)/lover n/a

friends n/a

enemies All of the Bloodbound, Verena Kuro (?)

WEAPONS/ABILITIES

-As a priestess, she is able to call upon the light to either heal or destroy

-Has decent skills in archery (although certainly not excellent)

HISTORY

Calluna was Acacia Sunstrider’s twin sister, although being a beauty herself, her sister’s more gentle spirited nature and kindness tended to bring Acacia into the spotlight more so than Calluna, although she didn’t mind at this point in time. Instead, where she did struggle was when Acacia began to show herself to be more proficient in archery than Calluna, and excelling in combat whereas Calluna was more proficient in magical studies, more so her connection to Estra. So, this is where her path would diverge from Acacia, as her sister would become more so of the figurehead for the great Sunstrider family, Calluna was to join the priesthood and devote herself to a lifetime of chastity and subservience to the goddess, Estra.

Her life carried on uneventfully for a few centuries, that was until the arrival of the human, Arawn and her sister suddenly displaying odd behavior toward the young human. Acacia began to avoid Calluna despite her desiring what was occurring between Acacia and the human boy, and unfortunately she would find out following her sister during the many secret trysts her sister would take to meet Arawn in secret. Calluna was devastated her sister would not only bring shame to the Sunstrider name, but to keep a secret so large from her that her relationship with Acacia would suffer. Calluna would refuse to even so much as look at Acacia, much less acknowledge her sister’s presence, which she would soon come to regret.

Gracewood would come under attack and with it Acacia would fall in her final moments defending the city. Calluna had witnessed her sister’s death and had unfortunately been captured by Bloodbound forces as she had attempted to seal off the priesthood’s sacred temple of prayer, desiring to protect it. Her next few years would be spent suffering underneath the Bloodbound’s hold, her first few days consisting of her being tortured and then having the orc word for “slave” carved into her back for the amusement of the monsters. She would soon be given to an orc general, Chatan Bloodrage for him to amuse himself with.

She would be used for his pleasure in between the torture and the many, many punishments, eventually resulting in her becoming pregnant with the orc general’s child. Harboring only hatred now to keep her alive, she waited until Chatan would fall drunk during one of the many orc’s festivals and after stealing a knife from her capture’s belt, she would slit his throat and escape in the dead of night, running as far as she could for months until she reached Goldvale. Upon reaching the capital city, she begged for aide and would soon go into labor, giving birth to the abomination of a child that Chatan had given her.

Ruled by irrational feelings toward Chatan, she ordered the high elves who had assisted her during the process to kill the child. There was hesitation that would meet her words, but the deed would soon be done and Calluna would eventually take her place as the ruler of the high elves, a position her sister would have obtained had she’d not died.

OTHER

GENERAL INFORMATION

name Bellas Lightseer

age 987 years

gender Male

sexuality Unknown

faction allegiance(s) Bloodbound | Honorguard [formerly/exiled]

APPEARANCE

Bellas [high elf – currently]

Bellas, born originally as a high elf holds traits of inhuman beauty and regal features. Having a somewhat feminine face and narrowed green eyes, soft cheekbones and long lashes, as well as soft, full lips, his feminine appearance he is rather vain over. He has long raven-black hair, an unusual coloration amongst his people whom tend to have rather lighter shades of coloration, and his build is slender yet sturdy, with firm, fit muscles and standing at a height of 5’10, he is somewhat on the shorter size for the males of his race.

Bellas [dark elf – eventually]

When the corruption of the dark arts he has become obsessed with eventually catches up to him, the high elf will lose the pale, soft coloration of his skin and it will become an unholy, unnatural pale of gray-blue, with cracks forming about his lips due to the corruption eating away at his flesh. His green eyes will fully turn blue in color and his dark hair will change to a snowy white. His hands, being quite normal at one point will have the fingernails elongated akin to sharp talons, and his chest will emit a faint, ominous pale glow. He still could be described as handsome in a somewhat dark and horrific way, more like a beautiful face of death if one could put words to describe him.

PERSONALITY

Bellas can be described simply as a power-hungry man. He only cares about power and the desire to gain more, addicted to the feeling of having absolute control over others and manipulating those forcibly to his will. He is not above betraying others, and is an opportunist as well as careful and cunning. Rashness will only give poor results, something that he would much rather avoid. He does his planning in the dark while using his silver-tongue to make others do things for him rather than get his own hands dirty. He cares not about “honor” or “glory” and simply wants carnage and pain to rain down on others who he sees little more than toys for him to play with.

He is very intelligent as well, though this intelligence is sometimes lost when he is overtaken by the corruption slowly eating away at his body, as it simply burns him down to his base emotions: greed. He is truly a greedy man and it might be his downfall one day as he desires nothing more than to continuously take and conquer, gain more power and learn more forbidden arts that mere insects compared to the gods that birthed him should never learn. He despises remaining in the unknown, and continuously pushes himself to gain more knowledge and more power every waking moment.

He also is quite over confident in himself, and oftentimes makes the mistake of underestimating those around him even if he does take care in his actions to not potentially make more enemies than he can keep up with. He is under the illusion that his tether to the Waking Twilight will make him an unstoppable force, and he knows that such a thing cannot be left to him alone to achieve, thus making him take on those who are fooled by his easy switching show himself as a kind, generous individual and tends to manipulate people to the point they will quite easily follow anything he says. He holds nothing more than a black-hearted nature and his heart truly feels nothing for those around them, as they are all pawns on his chessboard to greater power.

RELATIONSHIPS

romantic interest n/a, may develop [open]

previous lovers n/a

spouse(s)/lover n/a

friends Asheraj (Although he considers it more of an alliance) [open]

enemies Calluna Sunstrider, Arawn Leoht & majority of the high elves within the Honorguard [open]

WEAPONS/ABILITIES

-Bellas is rather gifted in magical arts, although having abandoned Estra’s methods he is more than capable of using such methods again, though they are very weak compared to when he was uncorrupted. (Weak healing and weak usage of light based spells)

- He can control the forbidden, twisted magic of the Waking Twilight, summoning the dead from the grip of death to serve him (though this can only last a few minutes at a time), using blood to strike down his enemies or mend his own wounds, and summoning abominations from the Waking Twilight to serve him

- He is quite adept the usage of a bow and arrow as well as hand to hand combat, though he’d much rather prefer not using his hands and likes striking from afar compared to getting up close and personal.

-He commonly keeps on him an old staff, formerly belonging to his father; it assists him in connecting to the Waking Twilight and summoning the twisted beings who live within the void.

-He is somewhat adequate at using a sword, but prefers not to use such methods as it is “far too tiresome” for him to deal with.

HISTORY

Bellas had been born in Gracewood, the son of the prophet of light Aldrich the Lightseer, and like the more privileged high elves at the time he would go through many lessons consisting of prayers with the holy light, how to heal with such prayers, and of course training in the abilities of a ranger. Bellas could be called a child prodigy, with how fast he absorbed such skills and was very fast to pick up on battle tactics and prayers; he was at the head of his class and was in the center of both admiration and hatred. Bellas reveled in the attention though, feasting on the attention and the joy that it gave him to have those who were envious of his pure abilities. He didn’t care about his father’s reputation, seeing the old high elf as someone who refuses to think outside of Estra’s “light” and would be oftentimes on the other end of lectures from Aldrich for Bellas to show humility and humbleness. But, these words were quick to go through one ear and out the other as Bellas continued to show off to his peers.

But, eventually day in and day out of showing off to his fellows, Bellas was growing bored. None of his race could catch up to him, much less even so much as beat him in practice combat and he wasn’t excelling in power either. Power he was slowly discovering, was the only thing that made his heart race, the only thing that made him feel utterly euphoric, drunk almost whenever he could reach a new height, learning things far quicker than anyone else and pushing himself to his limits. It would be then that Bellas’ change of mindset would begin to push him down a dark path, one that would lead to the doom Gracewood.

The high elf soon had been gripped by whispers in his dreams, a voice who he wouldn’t know until later to be Tirinus had seduced him with promises of power, and jumping at the chance, Tirinus had slowly began to reveal forbidden magic to Bellas within each dream he would soon lock himself in. These were magics that drew on the Waking Twilight, bringing to life nightmarish creatures and beings of shadow, and he was also instructed in twisting the essence of life forces to his will, from raising dead to drawing upon the blood of others for his powers, even his own blood if necessary, Bellas was going down a dark path, abandoning the preaching of the light that Aldrich had been trying desperately to implant into his son, these dark lessons Bellas was growing more and more hungry for.

Of course, the only other thing that Bellas hungered was the younger high elf, Acacia Sunstrider. He viewed her as a step higher in the positions of power, as she belonged to the ever radiant Sunstrider family who was at this point in time, the rulers of Gracewood. Little to his knowledge, Acacia was already in love with a human boy, and he tried his best to court her without attempting to use any of his dark arts to take hold of her, at first that is. However, with each refusal, Acacia pushed Bellas to slow anger, at first it being mild annoyance and then developing into rage. It would be then that the high elf began to plot against his own people, seeing as Gracewood would not give him a chance to climb higher in the ranks; he set his eyes not on ruling over Gracewood, but expanding his sight to taking over all lands for himself.

It would be then that Bellas would slip away from Gracewood a week prior to the high elven city’s fall and would come into contact with the Bloodbound group, offering personally to grant them access within Gracewood. The betrayal would work out in his favor, as he would convince a handful of high elves to follow him and taught them as well the corrupted magic from the Waking Twilight, choosing these followers as his personal shields if needed. Then Gracewood would fall a week later, with Bellas revealing the secret entryways and exits into the elf city and would then grab his followers to blend in with the other high elves trying to valiantly save their city. Unknown to those close to Acacia, Bellas had personally fought alongside the noble high elf ranger, but within the cover of battle had stabbed Acacia through her back, piercing her lungs and watched as the ranger died before his eyes in delight.

The murder would be quickly blamed upon the Bloodbound of course, as Bellas and his followers would retreat from Gracewood and blend in with the Honorguard, serving underneath them for some time, but some noticeable changes were occurring to Bellas and his followers that the high elf had not expected, physical changes. The more they used their dark arts, the more their bodies seemed to be “decaying”, tinged with a pale tint, losing coloration, although Bellas’ transformation was more so rapid than the others. He and his followers would go about attempting to disguise themselves as they were serving with the priesthood which unfortunately for Bellas would come under Calluna Sunstrider when the high elf eventually returned.

Calluna was quick to discover the physical abnormalities with Bellas and his followers, and had immediately in a zealous rage had exiled he and his people from the priesthood and the other elves as a whole, as she had also detected the abnormal abomination of magic that he and his followers were tainted with. Bellas would then be forced out of the city of Goldvale and would then bring his group to the Bloodbound who had welcomed him in as he had rather eloquently said he would give his power to support their efforts. However, little to the Bloodbound’s knowledge, Bellas has no intentions of being a mere follower and secretly performs twisted experiments on prisoners and those under his command.

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GENERAL INFORMATION

name Ghorza Blackrage

age 23 years

gender Female

sexuality Bisexual Biromantic

faction allegiance(s) Bloodbound

APPEARANCE

Ghorza is very unusual compared to those of her orcish brethren, or rather the females of her race entirely. Where normally, orc females would not have much of the resplendent beauty of the high elves in their facial features, which would be more akin to harsher appearances, Ghorza’s facial features has taken on the dainty beauty of the high elves’ cheekbones and lips. Her eyes are narrowed, being gray in hue whereas once again would separate her from her peers. Her figure as well is a mixture of both orc and high elf, with gaining the muscle mass of the orcs and having a sturdy, strong build, but having the curvy shapeliness of the high elven people. She stands at a height of 6'3", which is an average for her people.

PERSONALITY

Being rather young, Ghorza is very much a fiery spirit and very hot-headed and rash. She is quick to anger, and goes more by the philosophy of strike first, ask questions later. Words she’d much rather pass upon as she finds them tiresome and much rather would use her fists to punch through whatever problem is before her… literally. There has been a multitude of times where she has quite literally beaten anything or anyone to near death because they annoyed her, or looked at her the wrong way, which makes her appear to be nothing more than a barbarian and a brawler. Yes, Ghorza does feel very much more so comfortable in the fray of battle than attempting to be diplomatic or kind; feeling as such interactions are a waste of time where words are meaningless and actions would show true intentions.

As such, considering this way of thinking, the young half-orc only gives heed to those who show their true intentions through their actions rather than speaking coyly or attempting to twist others to their will. She also upholds a sense of honor and pride in her people as well as the actions that they should take when regarding the enemy, despite appearing to merely follow others blindly wherever bloodshed would occur, she does observe those around her more closely than one would think. If a certain action goes far beyond the basis of honor, such as unnatural actions or simply actions based solely on cruelty rather than necessity, in these times only will Ghorza change her loyalty in order to keep not only her honor, but the honor of her faction as well.

In more personal terms past her fighting nature, Ghorza is very abrasive and standoffish when it comes to attempting to interact with others. She will certainly treat others older than her with respect, but she is very reluctant to allow herself to grow close to other people if she does not know their true nature. Trust, she finds is very difficult to give out to others, and not once has she allowed her heart to be placed in the hands of another individual. However, if one by chance does manage to slip past her guard, Ghorza is a woman who is unsure of herself and her standing in the Bloodbound, merely attempting to carve out a path for herself as well as attempting to cleanse herself of the shame that her father had brought upon her family. She can be capable of kind actions and intelligence as she is no fool, and she is an honorable individual which can be seen as admirable.

RELATIONSHIPS

romantic interest n/a, may develop [open]

previous lovers n/a

spouse(s)/lover n/a

friends n/a [open]

enemies Bellas Lightseer & the dark elf race [due to finding them too shifty], Calluna Sunstrider, most of the Honorguard [open]

WEAPONS/ABILITIES

-Ghorza relies upon brute strength most of the time, with strikes from her hands being enough to break bones or crush those who get too close.

-She is excellent in hand to hand combat, used to brawling which gives her a sort of unpredictable fighting style

-She commonly uses a hefty wooden club to add force behind her hits, although anything within range in also a weapon to her

-Resourceful and cunning, she always uses her environment to her advantage, and being mostly untrained, she has little training with swords

-Oddly enough, Ghorza has an affinity for magic due to the elven blood she carries (she will not discover this until far later on in the rp)

HISTORY

Ghorza Blackrage was one of the many half-elven spawn fathered by the now infamous orc general, Chatan Blackrage. Her mother was a high elf ranger that had been kidnapped during one of the many battles that Chatan’s troop of soldiers fought against, and being that Chatan had an odd preference for the high elven females, her mother was soon enslaved by her father and unfortunately had been raped. She would later give birth to Ghorza, although due to Ghorza’s size being far too large for an elf to bear, her mother would die during the birthing process and Ghorza would simply be one of many half-elf children that Chatan would father much to the disgust of majority of the orcs at this point in time in the general’s actions, as being a half-breed, Ghorza wasn’t looked upon too highly, although she would be yet another one to add to the ranks of the Bloodbound to be put to use.

Ghorza from that point would be in a daily fight for her life as soon as she was able to walk, being mostly left to fend for herself as her father would ignore her existence entirely, and being without a mother to guide her, naturally Ghorza was one who would more or less raise herself. From fighting with others daily in order to sneak food to eat, stealing other supplies from the camps when she could, Ghorza was soon seen as a nuisance to the other orcs and was often punished for her actions, from beatings to objects being flung at her on sight, Ghorza was more or less pushed outside of the camps and forced to live on the land when she was able to, but only during the campaign against Gracewood that the Bloodbound would engage in under her father, Ghorza would take advantage of the absences to steal food.

Soon by a chance encounter, during one of her many raids upon the Bloodbound’s camp, she would come across an elf, Calluna Sunstrider who had been captured by her father during the attack on Gracewood. Something within the young Ghorza felt sorry for the high elf, and even as she was planning to steal her father’s dinner for the night, finding that the beaten high elf needed it far more than she, Ghorza then made the selfless sacrifice to give her dinner for that night to the high elf. Daily, she would come after Chatan would abuse Calluna and give her more food to survive, though not being able to speak a single word of the elven language to the high elf, it seemed like her actions did make the high elf’s punishments a little more bearable.

However, her kindness would soon be met with cruelty. As Ghorza would as usual come to the high elf to bring her food, she was met with the sight of Chatan’s body and Calluna standing above him with a dagger in hand. Terrified, Ghorza had dropped the mass of food she had gathered in her shock; and Calluna perhaps by panic or being still enraged had attacked the terrified Ghorza, stabbing the half-orc in her stomach and shoving her aside as she rushed to flee from the encampment. Ghorza would soon be discovered by Chatan’s troops who were stunned by her father’s death, but seeing Ghorza within the tent would soon arise to their own suspicion. Regardless, Ghorza’s wounds were treated and she was to be questioned days on end by soldiers within the Bloodbound’s army over the circumstances of Chatan’s death. She would soon be cleared of suspicion, but would as usual be pushed out by the encampment. Only in recent years due to needing more bodies in the Bloodbound’s army had Ghorza been allowed back within the camp to become another soldier, something she is more than willing to do as she now has a place within her faction.

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