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Character Name: Goldy
Character Nickname: Goldy
Character Age: 3600 or so..I lost track..
Character Race: Angel
Character Gender: Female
Character Height: 5'4
Character Weight: Blasphemy
Character Skin: White or a sickly green..that really depends on the day.
Character Markings: N/A
Character Orientation: No thanks.
Character Personality: b***h
•Personality Trait 1 b***h
•Personality Trait 2 Bitchier
•Personality Trait 3 Bitchiest?
•Personality Trait 4 Troll-lol-lol
•Personality Trait 5 Kind hearted old woman.
Character Weakness(s): Tea
Character Main Abilities: Unknown
Character Side Abilities: this is also Unknown
Character Weapon(s): N/A
Character Other: I don't really want to, most of it can be found in my journal if people care to read it.
Character's Sin: N/A
Character Title: Goldy
Character Sin Gift(s): N/A
Character Sin Ability: N/A
Character Alignment: chaotic Evil
Character Bio: ....Her eyes fluttered open slowly, crystal blue shimmering faintly in the darkness of the dungeon. A bone thin hand reached out slowly, pressing against the cold stone of the floor beneath her. She could feel the cool of the earth against her face and arm as she lay there. Slowly Ellissindra pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her hands jerking to a stop as she realized she had been chained. Tied down to a world that was not her own.
Biting down on her lower lip she moved to stand. Tugging at the chains that linked her arms and ankles, holding her in place. A soft whimper passed her lips as she dropped to the ground closing her eyes and dropping her head into her hands. Long white hair fell in curls about her face as salty tears rolled down her cheeks. I can only remember the last front she thought to herself as she went over the last battle she could remember. They had all fought like beasts, she remembered the blood curdling screams of her kin. The spray of demon blood on her own pure white tabard as they cut down there enemies.
Then it was blank, nothing. Darkness had washed over her, and for how long she could not stay. Shaking her head slightly Elly moved to kneel in the center of the room. There was nothing significant about the place, it was dark and smelt of old water. A single window hung high above her head, bared to let it only the faintest sliver of light. Sighing softly she reached out her hand, passing her pale fingers through the light slowly as she listened to the clanging of the chains at her wrists.
Ages past and the forgotten child of the Lord hung in peril, though it is said she was saved. Oh so long did she sit undisturbed in her silent tomb. One day the sound of battle was heard, the clanging of weapons and the sharp crack of lightening in the air. The sound of voices, the common tongue. Light filled the room as men and women alike filled in. She counted but four, the Drow, a human mage, and a man and women who seemed to be more then just friends. Milky white eyes moved slowly over the people as she searched for words, but none would be found.
The human spoke first his words where soft and held a strange accent Elly had never heard. Tilting her head slightly a frown passed her lips as she tried to back away. The chains clicked against each other as she stepped back stopping her backwards walk and holding her in place. The human had ceased his speaking and was beginning to advance on her, though he didn’t seem a threat she could barely keep her body from trembling. Closing her eyes she bowed her head in resignation, awaiting the final blow if it would come to that.
She only heard the first dull thud, it seemed to start at the end of the link of chain and slowly creep towards her. The ground trembled beneath her feet and a soft cry of pain passed her lips. The soft glow about her seemed to flicker as her knees buckled and she slumped to the cold stone floor below.
Darkness once more, it seemed she was destined to fall constantly through the dismal nothingness.
Blinking slowly she pushed herself into a city position. I must be dead she thought frown passing her lips. Her hands moved slowly to brush over what felt like soft grass “how long has it been” she whispered softly as she lifted her head. She was no longer below the ground no longer in that stone dungeon. Lifting her hands a soft smile passed her lips. The burning sensation at her wrists was at least more then just the steel cuffs digging into her already scared wrists. Dried blood stained her hands and forearms, but even that meant little when the prospect of freedom was so close. Dropping her hands back down to the grass she sighed softly.
Around her the strange group of four lay out on bedrolls. Only three seemed to be asleep, though which one’s she could not say. Shaking her head she moved to stand the chains at her wrists and ankles clinking softly. She half expected them to still hold her in place, though it seemed they would not. A soft smile passed her lips as Elly moved closer to the fire that burned in the center of the group.
Ellissindra felt a hand on her shoulder and she bit down on her lip as she spun around. The Drow stood there a smile on her lips. It was strange to see such a creature, ebony skin and violet eyes. The girl had short chopped gray hair -most of which was hidden beneath the hood of her cloak- and she wore the clothing of an adventurer. The cloak was by far the most interesting piece the Drow wore. It seemed to shift colours when the women moved, blending into the background.
“You owe him your life” She said softly as she stepped back from the angel a slight smile passing her lips.
Elly had been so engrossed in looking over the women she nearly missed the Drows words. Sighing softly she gave a slight nod of her head. “aye, and how would I do that?”
The Drow gave a soft chuckle “You will fight in the rebellion alongside us” she said “We are in need of one who battles, and Rashid seems to believe you have knowledge of such things. Else we would never have came to rescue you”.
Ellissindra bowed slightly “I suppose such a thing could be said” she whispered softly “though why he would wish the help of an ancient who has been locked away so long is beyond me.”
The Drow smiled as she moved to sit beside the fire. The sky had turned a soft hew of purple and orange above the tops of the tree’s and light was beginning to filter through into the clearing.
“will be leaving soon” the Drow women said “If you wish to wash up before we begin for the day I would advise you do so now”.
With that being said the elven women set about making a quick breakfast. Ellissindra gave a slight nod of her head and took the chance to slip away from the group. Her feet carried her down the hill the Drow had motioned to and she soon came across a shallow river. She watched the water for a few moments before looking back over her shoulder towards the camp. The angel wasn’t fond of another seeing her well she bathed, especially not one she didn’t know.
Slipping back into her white slippers she pulled her hair over her shoulder and began to braid it. She walked towards the camp, the sound of voices reaching her ears as she dropped the braid against her shoulder. Coming up over the edge of the hill she watched all four heads turn in her direction. The Mage, Rashid as the Drow had called him smiled softly as he looked her over and a soft blush passed her cheeks. She bowed her head as she moved closer to the group not entirely ready to chat with any of them yet. She would rather watch them and get to know them before opening her mouth. Taking a seat away from them she rested her hands in her lap slender fingers toying with the ends of the chain links that where attached to her wrists.
and time passes well new life is born...
It all started in Durem in the not too distant past. A lone figure slipped silently from the side door of the hospital, cradling a small bundle in its arms. No one would have suspected that this once prominent member of the Von Helson family would have disappeared into the night in such a fashion. Nor would it be known that she had just given birth to a baby girl, who through a number of atypical events would become one of the greatest villains this world will ever know.
The Von Helsons lead a search to recover their lost family member to no avail, she had fled from that life, taking refuge with the Cult of Moz. Within this seemingly safe haven, the child, who came to be known as Tamea Goldenrod, grew rapidly. Unfortunately for the girl, as the years passed and she grew more beautiful, she became an object of disdain within the cult. The beatings came without warning and grew increasingly in violence. Young Tamea could do nothing to stop them, and her mother never came to her aid. Enduring these painful days and nights was more than any child could bear, and by the age of twelve Tamea had abandoned the only life she had ever known, taking up residence in the woods near Lake Durem.
Scared and alone, Tamea quickly began to learn how to care for herself. Though her immediate feelings of anger had subsided, her heart was hardened as she could not help but think of her former life, and the lack of compassion shown to her by her own mother. Tamea's days were now filled with survival tactics and self-teaching as she began to do all that she could to better her mind and her body, as well as learning arts vital to her survival. She became somewhat of a myth passed around by local townsfolk. They often told their children tales of the stealthy being that lived in the woods who could take down a full grown bear without breaking a sweat. Even though most of these good people thought the stories to be fictional, they were completely unaware of just how similar to the truth they were.
As the years past, the town of Aekea experienced a great booming growth in their industries, and as an increasing number of factories began to surface, it was nearly impossible for regulations to be put in place quickly enough to prevent unseen pollution. All the while the problem was being deliberated upon, one such factory had began to dump its toxic chemical waste into the nearby river. Though no immediate effects could be seen in Aekea, there was no escaping the toxins around Lake Durem. Unable to foresee what was to become of her, Tamea stayed in her wooded home, unwilling to rejoin the population that had treated her with such undeserved cruelty. It was not long before an odd transformation had begun, and before long Tamea passed from her human life into what can only be described as that of an undead one.
Somewhat startled at her transformation, Tamea began to experience odd sensations in her back, and excruciating headaches. These ailments produced something much more fruitful to her, than she ever could have dreamed-- powers. Delicate white wings sprouted from her back, allowing her the gift of flight. Harnessing her newfound power lead to the discovery that by channeling the power of her mind she had the ability to cause explosions. Her heightened emotions produced larger and more violent explosions, and with the use of her scepter she could direct these explosions with pinpoint accuracy. Delighted, Tamea began her new vindictive lifestyle.
Donning a costume to conceal her already little-known identity, her revenge began with the ones who made her the way she was. A series of savage explosions rocked Aekea in the early morning hours, and before anyone could quite figure what had happened, the factory itself succumbed to the flames. The townsfolk could hear maniacal laughter rising above the roar of the flames. It was on that day that Queen Goldy was truly born. Her reign has brought nothing but fear and loss to the people of Gaia and though many have tried, many more superheroes have failed to overthrow her.
Written by the lovely Lady Strumpet. o:
but then a third life replaced the second...and it is in progress...I'll let you sample it?
of distant oceans peered out from almond shaped sockets lined with thick lashes. Hair the colour of silver rain hung down to her hips, rolling in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back. Tilting her head slightly she cast her deep blue eyes over the expanse of the Gaia she had known.
So much has changed.
Slender fingers moved to brush the dust of her mask away, the telltale clinking of chains at her wrists. A frown passed her delicate features as she moved to cover herself, realising her own nakedness for the first time. Her form shimmered and a soft glow surrounded her being. Silk of snow white draped itself about her body as the dull glow faded. Smiling she let her hands drop, slender fingers delicately From ashes she was reborn, a child of death no longer. Her ruined flesh fell away to reveal skin as pure as snow. Eyes the colour straightening the folds of silk over her hips. The weight of the chains tugged at her hands, digging into the pure flesh so that blood dripped slowly down her wrists and fingers. She paid the sensation no mind instead she concentrated on the wonders before her..
I am alive…I am whole…and I can see.
Her bare feet hit the cold sidewalk and her eyes flickered over buildings. She drank in the vibrant colours of spring. For the first time in many years she was seeing pinks and blues in the flowers, the green of grass and trees, and the colour of a pale moon high above the world. Her eyes held the shape and colour of the moon, fixated on the roundness of it so high above her. Nothing in life had ever been so glorious as to see again. Blind she had stumbled with no sense of the real beauty she was passing. No love for the colours of the world.
Her eyes lingered on the sign of a shop, the deep red colour of the letters. Letters that looked strange to her, curling and twisting like no letter she remembered. The deep shading of the carved out word that was cast along the bottom edge of the sign, the way the soft breeze set it to swinging with a sigh. Her fingers curled softly in her palms as she watched with rapt attention the quick fluttering wings of a moth against a golden street light. The light burned and her eyes watered, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. The tiny winged thing stretching reaching for something it could never obtain.
Lifting a hand she brushed the salty liquid from her cheek as she moved away from the moth and farther on down the street. Leaving behind the golden lantern, the shop signs and vibrant colours, she needed a place. The life of this ancient was not yet finished.
Without looking back she walked forward into her new life…
Character Homeworld: The Heavens
Character Family: N/A
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