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Character Name: Dianthe Stygian

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 132. Appears 21.

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf

Alignment: Neutral

Occupation: Priestess

Weapon(s): Twin Sais

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Personality: Raised in a world of hate and fear she instinctively mistrusts people, especially those who try to help her. Despite the ways of her people she craves companionship, but doesn't know how to let anyone in. She was trained ruthlessly to kill, to the point she must periodically. The daemon is another good reason for keeping people away, as it has already sucked the life and essence of the few people she's dared to befriend. It constantly craves, and so she must constantly feed, lest she lose her own soul to its dark machinations. She's cold to most every one, but if you gain her trust she will let you into her heart.

Background: Dianthe is (was) a member of an altered race: the dark elves. Evil versions of their light hearted leaf loving 'cousins,' this faction broke off to serve a darker purpose. Ampu's acceptance of their servitude is made evident on their very skins, faded to the black of night. Dianthe was marked at birth for life and service in the church by a birthmark on her left upper arm in the form of a water lily. She was content in the ways of her tribe, the bloodiness, the ruthlessness, the self-serving, though she always stubborn. Always strong headed. Always challenging. She took the notion of 'self first' to a whole new level, so much so that at the completion of her ecclesiastical education she did what none of her tribe had done since they first entered service to Ampu. She left.


Extra: She has a tome that has what she's been led to believe is the essence of a daemon bound to it, which she obtained with the final chapter of her training - Desafío do Tomo: Challenge of the Tome. In this challenge the acolyte approaches as far as he or she is able, and the further they go the higher they are placed in the ranks of the church. Such was the overpowering hunger of the tome to devour any nearby sustenance that few made it halfway to the pedestal on which the great book rested. Dianthe made contact with the book. After a great struggle, and nearly dying several times, she emerged victorious, though not without cost. Her life force was bound inexorably to the tome, they were one and the same in spirit, yet different of mind. They found the ability to coexist in one mutual, overpowering desire: to leave this place- One to make peace with the world, the other to devour it.