Post by tythelus on Jul 20, 2014 22:58:11 GMT -5
Name: Lydia Faegor (previously Berenthys)
Nickname: Crimson Fae
What You Are: Revenant ("Living"/Fully Conscious Necromantic creature)
Sex: 41 y/o Female (Appears 21, the age she died at)
Hair Color: Long Auburn, usually pulled back
Eye Color: Slate Grey
Height: 5'7"
Weight: Never ask a lady her weight. She is well toned and supple, possessing an athletic physique
Weapon(s): A duelist's blade (As long as a Longsword, but thinner like a cavalry sword)
Powers: Necromantic regeneration (She heals by eating people, this also prevents her from rotting), minor dark magic
Personality: Pleasant and occasionally playful, but serious in combat, with moods of dark introspection
History: She was born Lady Lydia Berenthys, first child of a minor noble family. Despite being female, she took better to the arts of combat and war far better than she did the normal practices expected of noble women. Even from a young age she excelled at the blade, and she possessed a mind just as sharp. By the time she was in her teens she regularly dueled with her father's knights, proudly sporting the occasional bruise as a new lesson gained. She had also read and memorized every book on tactical warfare in her family's library, her younger (by two years) brother's favorite place. Following their mother's death and a subsequently traumatic event involving their father's failed attempt to revive her, the two children became almost inseparable. Lydia would train and practice, while her brother would study in nearby shade. The only time they spent apart during they day was when her father called upon her brother to study, teaching her brother the dark arts of necromancy until their father's sudden disappearance shortly after Lydia's 20th birthday. While her brother became embroiled in politics and the keeping of their land, Lydia took to spending time outside the family estate.
It was almost a year later when tragedy struck once again. Lydia was out riding her horse when it became spooked, throwing her from its back. She even now recalls how she hit the ground hard, the sound of her neck snapping, and the feeling of floating in emptiness. She awoke months later, her memories at the time jumbled and hazy. When she came to, her brother stood over her an almost maniacal grin on his face as she feasted on the first (and dearest) of her victims. Dread filled her as she realized what had happened, what her brother had done, and she cursed him even as she was forced to follow him. Time passed, as so often it does, and eventually the siblings were forced to abandon their home and names with their only recourse to seek out their missing father.
It was during these travels, the Lydia's own powers seemed to awaken. She found she could still feel pleasure and pain, though the latter was much dimmer in comparison and almost unnoticeable. She possessed, at first to a much lesser degree, her own free will and in fact eventually broke free of her brother's control. Using her new found freedom, she put as much distance between herself and the one who had cursed her with a monster's existence as she could. She traveled alone for some time, discovering with but the tiniest of thoughts she could perform minor acts not unlike her brother's magic. In this way she has 'lived' almost twice her death's age, only her sword and the necklace with the soft teal gemstone on her neck remaining from her old life.
Nickname: Crimson Fae
What You Are: Revenant ("Living"/Fully Conscious Necromantic creature)
Sex: 41 y/o Female (Appears 21, the age she died at)
Hair Color: Long Auburn, usually pulled back
Eye Color: Slate Grey
Height: 5'7"
Weight: Never ask a lady her weight. She is well toned and supple, possessing an athletic physique
Weapon(s): A duelist's blade (As long as a Longsword, but thinner like a cavalry sword)
Powers: Necromantic regeneration (She heals by eating people, this also prevents her from rotting), minor dark magic
Personality: Pleasant and occasionally playful, but serious in combat, with moods of dark introspection
History: She was born Lady Lydia Berenthys, first child of a minor noble family. Despite being female, she took better to the arts of combat and war far better than she did the normal practices expected of noble women. Even from a young age she excelled at the blade, and she possessed a mind just as sharp. By the time she was in her teens she regularly dueled with her father's knights, proudly sporting the occasional bruise as a new lesson gained. She had also read and memorized every book on tactical warfare in her family's library, her younger (by two years) brother's favorite place. Following their mother's death and a subsequently traumatic event involving their father's failed attempt to revive her, the two children became almost inseparable. Lydia would train and practice, while her brother would study in nearby shade. The only time they spent apart during they day was when her father called upon her brother to study, teaching her brother the dark arts of necromancy until their father's sudden disappearance shortly after Lydia's 20th birthday. While her brother became embroiled in politics and the keeping of their land, Lydia took to spending time outside the family estate.
It was almost a year later when tragedy struck once again. Lydia was out riding her horse when it became spooked, throwing her from its back. She even now recalls how she hit the ground hard, the sound of her neck snapping, and the feeling of floating in emptiness. She awoke months later, her memories at the time jumbled and hazy. When she came to, her brother stood over her an almost maniacal grin on his face as she feasted on the first (and dearest) of her victims. Dread filled her as she realized what had happened, what her brother had done, and she cursed him even as she was forced to follow him. Time passed, as so often it does, and eventually the siblings were forced to abandon their home and names with their only recourse to seek out their missing father.
It was during these travels, the Lydia's own powers seemed to awaken. She found she could still feel pleasure and pain, though the latter was much dimmer in comparison and almost unnoticeable. She possessed, at first to a much lesser degree, her own free will and in fact eventually broke free of her brother's control. Using her new found freedom, she put as much distance between herself and the one who had cursed her with a monster's existence as she could. She traveled alone for some time, discovering with but the tiniest of thoughts she could perform minor acts not unlike her brother's magic. In this way she has 'lived' almost twice her death's age, only her sword and the necklace with the soft teal gemstone on her neck remaining from her old life.
