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Isabelle Statem

I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm.
And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold,
My blood is a flood of emeralds, precious stones,
It keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me.
I move through town, I’m quiet like a fight,
And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie.

Name: Iamal "Cardy" Belfrings

Guild: None

Student: No

Age: 17

Race: Magic-Earth Human

Home Location: Comes from a town call Tzench and lives in Zakernand now

Extra Information:

Occupation: Jobless, looks after herself and her family she often speaks fondly of. She's on a quest, a noble quest in search for redemption.

Personality: Cardy is full of life and excitement, but has a very stern mind when she wants to get the job done. She won't let anyone change her mind but will never go out of her way to hurt someone. She cares for her ultimate goal, and nothing else. That is the determining factor as to how she will treat someone.

Biography:Cardy is but a young girl searching for thrills whilst trying to find the rare ingredients required to cure her Grandma of a serious illness. Ever since a young age she's loved going out by herself into the woods, but would often get into trouble. These days she'll roam alone, hunting down the ingredients she needs and not stpping for anyone. Zakernand has always been her home, and she would love to explore further but is waiting for the right time to leave, for now though, everything she needs is said to be in Zakernand, or better yet, is said to come to her.

Cardy also has a vendetta against the people that inflicted the pain and grief upon her Grandma, for a short time after it all happened she was thrust out into the unknown land of Zakernand and she had no idea where she was. She had to escape and when she did she came back stronger, vowing to destroy those that ever did her wrong and to perfect herself.

Preferred Magic & Weapons If Any: Cardy's favourite arsenal includes a handgun and the illusionary manipulation of reflections on any reflective surface her image is within.

Likes: Cardy loves any kind of reptile, and any kind of fancy cuisine.

Dislikes: Those who have caused her harm or stopped her plans.

Doc: 15/12/2014

This is the start of how it all ends
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
I’m speeding up and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

Osirys Ah'Mumu

The Curse of the Sad Mummy

But then the curse began to whisper in his ear
And would confirm what was Amumu's biggest fear
It pledged that never shall someone become his friend
It pledged that he shall be alone until his end

Name: Osirys Ah'Mumu

Guild: None

Student: No

Age: 17

Race: Magic-Earth Human

Home Location: Ar'bek-Zul (City of Zul/Home of the Golden Sands)

Extra Information: He is but a lonely, lost boy.

Occupation: None, he travels alone pursuing friendship and understanding but he can never get close anyone.

Personality: Osirys is a kind and was once a very forgiving young boy. He is lonely and filled with sorrow, despair follows his every step, happiness only being given to him in small doses. He is easy to excite, but just as quickly he can become angry with himself and remember how fragile he really is.

Biography: Osirys was born to an Albanochian woman back in AD685, who was quite a wealthy fortune teller in Ar'bek-Zul. So before we get to his story, we must explore his mother's. Arys was her name, she was a woman in her thirties, wealthy, proud. She had long curly dark brown hair, with mahogany eyes that many came to see, travelling across the lands of sand, surviving blistering heats and scorching sandstorms all to get the change of seeing the famed lady of fortune in the Home of the Golden Sands. The city was so called because all those that lived within it's walls could look out onto the desert around it, they would not have to endure it no further, they could just sit back and enjoy the golden rays reflecting from it back at the sun. The City was lucky enough to have an Eternal found them home, and with his dying wish left behind his heart as a beacon to protect the city from all natural disasters. And one day Arys had a visit from a man that took her heart and kept it warm for some days to come. She gave his readings, swore his future be kind to him and in return he gave her the warmth and pleasures she sought for many a year. He left soon after, he was an adventurer you see, and before long Arys discovered that she was pregnant with the child of that same man. She did not want it, but she was determined to keep her pride, she would birth it and not disappoint her customers, but then when the days got closer and closer to her sons arrival the thoughts kept creeping in. One red-skied night Arys went into labour, and endured the pain that time could not take away, and the moment that she understood what her child was about to do... she conjured all her might to leave behind one last wish. And when she yelled out one last time and watched the world turn black all she could think about was the cursed little boy that would live on to ruin her name.

It wasn't Osirys' fault, for he was but a baby and it was all Arys' doing. That night Arys died giving birth to her son, a son that she did not want nor expected to pass her life onto. But before she died she made sure to leave behind a scar that would run deep in his veins until the end of his days. She cursed this helpless little boy, and whispered in his ear and pledged that never shall someone become his friend, and he shall be alone until his end.

He knew who his mother was, they'd tell him at the orphanage in Ah'bek-Zul to try and make him think he came from a loving and caring mother. Yet deep in his lonely heart he knew that why they really avoided him was that he was cursed and to never befriend a soul. Ever since he was a young child he can remember the nightmares that would wake him in the night and leave him sweaty and panting for his breath. The whispers of his mother saying "I curse this wretched little boy and tear from him all the life that he has taken from me. Till the end of his days he shall be his own despicable end".

It wasn't until his reached the age of 16 that anyone really showed that they cared. Though he had the money and the home left to him automatically from his mother's belongings, no one would ever visit or come to remember his giving mother. But now it was a man that knew all his mother's woe, and understand every ounce of fear and sorrow lingering in his soul. He swore that he would not leave him, that this old man would teach him how to overcome his mother's curse. But Osirys' silly hopes should have never been given. The old man was a mere sorcerer who learned about the boys sad story and new the threat of a curse laid by a mother's dying breath. He tricked Osirys to his Prayer Room and told him to pray and believe that he could make friends and one day they'll understand. But as he kneeled upon the ledge of hope the man would disappoint him and he would be forever alone. As soon as Osirys realised that the whispers in his ear were all too true to let this all be real, it all became too much for his fragile little heart to bare. And as the sorrow, the rage and the despair began to breach, the wise old man began the spell and locked Osyris away and never let the evil curse take the city and burn it down to ash. He was turned to sleep in comatose and be forever kept in the wise old man's golden sarcophagus within his Prayer Room. Until the spell was broken.

Some centuries later the city fell to disease, something the will of the Eternal could not protect and one by one every adult and child became another grave upon the floor. The city eventually fell to disrepair and became forgotten to the rest of the world. Until now, someone remembers it, and that is Osirys. The wise old man's enchanting spell eventually became so dull that he awakened from his sleep, no age on his heart or difference in his soul. He now walks away from his home and beholds the sight of what he believes he has come to bring upon this ruined old city. And the moment that young Osirys realised that the evil curse had one, the anger and the anguish began to spark again and soon the wicken tantrum that he'll never control will be back again to whisper in his ear.

"I curse this wretched little boy and tear from him all the life that he has taken from me. Till the end of his days he shall be his own despicable end."

Preferred Magic & Weapons If Any: He knows how to mess around with the sands of Albanoch like many of the other children in the Home of the Golden Sands. He can awaken the forgotten secrets beneath the sands and feel the world through the air that scrapes across the dunes. And with all the emotion in his soul he can summon the force of which he'll use to perhaps bring his end.

Likes: Loneliness, wandering, friends.

Dislikes: Friends, wandering, loneliness.

Doc: (01/05/2015)

The sorrow and despair
Became too much to bear

The moment when Osirys realised what he had done
Too late it was, for him, for them, the evil curse had won
The anger and the anguish overwhelmed his fragile soul
And caused a wicked tantrum that he never could control

`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ Luмїηą Lα Esтяєℓℓα `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Race: Witch

Personality: Lumina is confident, bold and and proud. Her young, attractive appearance helps to make her friendly personality show through and get on well with the other staff. She's always willing to help someone that deserves it, she's always proud of her students and doesn't often lose her temper. But when she does it isn't too noticeable, as she takes care of the situation swiftly and without interruption using humiliating spells on the students.

During class Lumina is clear, calm and stern as she teaches her students to the best of her ability. She's fun and humorous in class too to keep her students in a good mood. However one wrong turn from the students will result in a glare, and perhaps embarrassment.

Outside of lessons she's similarly the same, accept acts more like friends towards the students, a good relationship with the students is good Lumina believes. She would never go as far to have a romantic relationship between one of her students, she would never, ever, consider it.

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Biography: Lumina has lived a troubling past, a past that she would rather forget but it still haunts her to this very day. Lumina was part of a cult of witches many years ago in the outskirts of Sheol, it wasn't a particularly good cult by the time she left. Long story short things didn't go so well, the witches deceived her, used her for her well harnessed magic. At first she was blind to it, and Lumina thought everything was going well, she befriended a fellow warlock. He wasn't like the other witches of the cult, and she loved him for that. The others could be snotty, mean and selfish. But he wasn't like that, he was caring, funny and genuinely a fair man.

Lumina's partner, love of her life, was named Blue. An odd name for any time or generation. She wanted to be with him forever. But then the cult intervened. The entire time they had planned to wreck Lumina's and Blue's relationship, knitting the two of them together as if my coincidence from the very beginning. They wanted to ruin Lumina, her misery would be a catalyst in their plans. They decided to take blue away from her, and that they did. Soon after they wanted to kill her whilst she was at her weakest, using Blue as the bait. She wanted to save him from his prison, she was about to break every rule she had learnt but Blue warned her. He sent a secret message to her and told her to leave or they'll both die. She trusted him and so she went into hiding... unable to be found by the evil cult as she fell into her own shadow, fearing the worst, not knowing what to do for weeks and with no idea what had happened to Blue. She tried every night to contact him, to no avail.

Sitting alone in a pumpkin field, she was the only one here, surrounded with orange pumpkins of all different sizes, shapes and shades. She looked down to her shadow. 'What have i become...' she had noticed that she's been hiding for a long time... her life has been in danger for too long. And she worried only too much about Blue... of whom she had now feared the worst had become of him. In the puddle beside her she could see her reflection in the moonlight, she had lost weight, she looked ill, and her once lush her was greasy and stuck to her face.

Then she looked down towards a pumpkin, it was hand sized and orange, it looked like it was struggling to survive amongst all these other pumpkins to compete against. But she could tell it wasn't giving up... not like her. Grasping it in her hand she wiped a tear from her cheek with another hand before saying 'Your destiny... isn't so immutable... Anything that you can dream could also be the fate that you will have...' her tears stopped, she had come to reality. These words were Blue's, and for a moment everything she was feeling was gone. A moment of realisation dawned upon her. Her confidence that she had buried deep within the crimson sweetness of her blood was no longer submerged by her own shadow. She stopped feeling guilty for leaving, this was what he wanted, but she needed to act to do something about it. She wouldn't give up, she would continue on even if ti was difficult, just like the pumpkin.

Lumina realised she can't give into her fears, no, she couldn't. Because all the witches could see it in her eyes. And that made them stronger, it was killing her slowly from the inside. She couldn't let this happen to her! She can't just abandon all hope! Blue will be okay!

Lumina held the pumpkin close to her heart and gave to it, gave it the name Lil' Pumpkemon. She gave him an artificial soul made purely of her own magic, with the catch of linking their souls together. One may not survive without the other, one could say. Lumina did this because she realised that small pumpkin had so much more potential, it deserved better than this. And what is better than the gift of life? But she also wanted a companion, she couldn't stand being alone any more. Only days went past and the two of them became great friends, Lil P learned her inside and out, as if their connected souls took away all limitations.

Then Lumina brought together her courage and strength to go back to the coven, with force she burst open the front doors with her Pumpkin Feline Blast, she wreaked havoc, revenge and redemption upon the witches still there. For a group that was meant to be allied with the wizards of Entei she couldn't believe how far they had fallen. She even conducted Soul Resonance to greatly increase Lil' Pumpkemon's power, turning him into the Pumpkin King for a limited time... only to find that their efforts were futile. One last witch remained who explained why things weren't quite the same. She said 'We have moved on, you have been left. We are no longer here and you should give up this relentless quest... for it was over a long time ago'. She searched around, every body she had flung to the ground was vanishing, a strange magic was taking them and each of their faces had a grin. She had been fooled.

She refused to accept it replying 'Don't try to use deceit on me! I will hunt you all down until I find Blue!' The dying witch laughed, "You are so naive, even without you, do you think we would let him go? No, we couldn't let his broken heart go to waste!" but that was all the witch could divulge before Lumina lit a small flame in her throat, lighting up her face like a jack'o'lantern. She then left, bruised, tired and broken-hearted, letting the witch behind her suddenly explode. The witches had prevailed... they won. Whether Blue was still out their... he won't remember her, he would have been tortured beyond relief, i such grief he would probably hate her if not, he might not even be alive... Then Lil P was her only friend.

Even though that day did not turn out the way she wanted she often still says to herself 'There are times when noone believes in me and there are times where I feel like I'm degraded. But even in those times your words always echo within my heart, this is my promise. Fairy blue, for only you i would crush the stars and put them on display... And as long as you believe in me, i will forever be in your soul. Just wait patiently, I will find you just like the shining moon' as she gazed towards the moon, Lil P on her shoulder.

Since those many years ago, she still longs for Blue, her heart still aches but she hides it incredibly well. She's strong, confident and ultimately courageous. She's moved on, but won't let go of the possibility that Blue is still out there, waiting for her. She believes that one day she will release him from the painful captivity, whether dead or alive.

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A bit of Witchy information: Lumina is the current Head of Magic Department at Hope Academy and teaches many of the classes. She's been at the academy for some time now and gets along well with students and staff. When not teaching, she often spends time outside the academy walls, in the gardens, or even socialising with students during breaks.

Lumina often carries her favourite spell book around which gives home to an engraved, glowing pumpkin face on the dark front cover to match her attire and personality. The power of a witch, but the personality that glows with ambience like a lit jack-o-lantern. By her side, Lumina is always accompanied by her old friend, an enchanted Pumpkin. Rightly named, Lil' Pumpkemon. Just like the species he was when Lumina was young, she charmed him, brought him to life and named him that. Before he was brought to life with magical energy, he was yellowy in colour, orangey in the creases, but Lumina's power made him vibrant orange, like most Jack-o-lanterns these days, accept he's small enough to fit in your hand comfortably. A flame is permanently lit inside his body, and his face is carved and releases his warm energies. When he wants to, he may extend vines for limbs. Most people call him Lil' P, or Pumpkemon rather than Lil' Pumpkemon.

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Preferred spells: Her favourite spell, most of all, is Pumpkin Feline Blast. With some concentration, she can cause a burst of pompous orange cats to flurry into reality, glowing brightly like a jack-o-lantern to either decorate, enlighten and please - or wreak havoc, leave all surfaces grazed and make her opponent wish they had cat n**. A lot of it.

Her next favourite, is Pumpkin Cannon, an offensive spell where she verbally or none verbally casts the spell and from the palm of her hands summons a glowing orange pumpkin with flamy yellow eyes and sharp jaws that shoot or fall to their target and explode.

Her ultimate ability is to Soul Resonate with Lil P, causing his body to consume her and become the Pumpkin King for a limited time, a powerful being of might and magic.

Role at the Academy: Teaches Magic and Spells classes as the Head of Magic Department at Hope Academy.

Name: Arisa Celeste

Guild: Injustira Syndicate

Student: Graduated Merlin

Age: 25

Race: Magic Earth Human

Home Location: Grew up in Entei, now lives in Skyfall.

Extra Information: Arisa is a disciple of justice, following in the hopeful footsteps of Lucas Purevelion. She deals with tasks that he sets and when he's away deals with his roles.

Occupation: Lucas Purevelion's Discple in the Injustira Syndicate & Regional Management Officer for the Academies of Occulas & Ravencrest. (In charge of student management, treatment and rights.

Personality: Arisa is a smart and confident young woman, made from a family of love and support, she cares very much for other people and children. Arisa will sacrifice herself for those she loves easily, but she won't let herself die without a good reason. Arisa is calm and collected, and no where near as easy to confuse as her younger sister, Aoi.

Biography: Arisa grew up in Entei with her younger sister, Aoi and her parents on the outskirts of the city. In the North she could see the Enchanted Woods and sometimes the tip of Radiant Bastion. But her eyes were always set on the mythical spires of Skyfall. She knew, since childhood, that the Injustira Syndicate governed many laws in Occulas, but she cared only for the heights and the pretty people.

There was a time when she became very ill and was bedridden for months. For all this time she was on the edge of life, and every night her sister would sing or hum a song to her until she slept. When the only thing she could see was darkness, her sister Aoi would force the light to come breaking through. When she miraculously recovered she vowed to use her life to the fullest, and most of all wanted to thank her sister Aoi for all her unending support when even her parents had their doubts.

As she grew more mature and joined Merlin Academy she honed her talents, but prepared her arcane powers and technological understandings towards helping her being accepted into the Injustira Syndicate to work in the Halls of Justice. Arisa graduated, and immediately went to Skyfall for a brief time. During this time she became acquainted with its people and its way of life. She quickly joined the guild, falling in love with the department that helps people and governs activities to keep the people of Occulas united. It was during this time she met Lucas, and found they both had similar interests in keeping all people safe, and that love, friendship, and justice were the utmost important things in anyone's life. All the time, she would think about her sister's love when she was younger, and continued to pledge to make the world a more supporting place.

Soon, she climbed the ranks and became Lucas Purevelion's Disciple.

Preferred Magic & Weapons If Any:

Likes:

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Doc: (date of creation)

Adam Evangelos

Peace of Sincerity

Name: Adam Evangelos

Guild: Injustira Syndicate - Halls of Sincerity

Student: NA

Age: 28

Race: Divine

Home Location: Skyfall

Extra Information: (Do they assume a role/class/title/ what makes them different from other people. Put what you need here to distinguish your character).

Occupation: Priest of Sincerity

Personality:

Biography:

Preferred Magic & Weapons If Any (generic): Light magic and Injustirian techniques

Signature Spells/Attacks/Tehcniques (in-detail):

Binding of Injustira - Bu forming a triangle with his thumb and forefingers together, Adam evokes the power of Injustira and can lock down any one person in sight. By twisting his hands so that only thumbs touch and fingers point away to create a Z formation he can force a small amount of physical stress to the target's body.

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I am very, very crazy and I’ve passed the point of no return now

The world is swallowed up by this great cocoon we live inside!

Vendeth

Call it a crime, but it’s so wonderful
Shame me if you want, I don’t mind at all
Appetite’s instinctual
Tell me that it’s ugly, it feels so good!

THE TRI-PSYCHO LEGEND NO.2

Name: Vendeth 'Vendeth' Sin - Maiden of Blood: Vendeth

Guild/Affililation: Zylvanness' Court

Student: Has attended Asmodius College, but left for her own reasons.

Age: Many millenia - but appears to be late 20's

Race: High Elf

Home Location: (Comes from/now lives in etc)

Extra Information: (Do they assume a role/class/title/ what makes them different from other people. Put what you need here to distinguish your character).

Occupation: Job? Jobless? Self Employed? Student? You gotta get you're Octen (cash) from somewhere!

Personality:

Biography: Ameria was Atlantean. Well... she wanted to be. Ameria was born in the glorious kingdom of Alfheim, the northernmost kingdom of the ancient High Elves. She was the handmaiden for the princess of the kingdom, Alor'riel, sister of Elor'andra, Princess of Atlantis through marriage to Malornduil, Prince of Atlantis. Ameria found herself as the most honourable handmaiden to the royals of Alfheim, and so would be trusted with a great many things. Her life was simple for a long time, until the attacks began. Word of a corruption growing in the land between the kingdoms was spreading, and the elves of Shangri-La were warning everyone to stay as far away from it as possible. When fear began to rise she wanted to learn to become a warrior, which the people of Alfheim were famous for. But as a handmaiden she was expected to look after her princess at all times, and was forbidden from any such training.

One day there was an official visit from Atlantis, and the great gates of Alfheim opened up to the open fields beyond to invite the battalion of Atlantean elves to the city. They were different than Ameria was, they were slightly paler in skin, as if no amount of sun could darken their skin, just as any lack of sun here in the north would ever pale their own. Their hair, mostly black or blonde or white, a contrast to their own brunettes and reds. She watches from the main streets of the forest city as the group moved passed and eventually moved on to reveal the real visitors. They were Malornduil and Elor'andra, alongside their children, Laureness and Zylvanness. Elor'andra was as beautiful as she remembered from her last visit, white haired with lips red as blood, beautiful blue eyes that she passed down to her son... Prince Zylvanness, rumoured to become the greatest Seer in the Atlantean Kingdom. There was a strange moment where Zylvanness and Ameria glanced at one another, and Ameria suddenly felt exposed. It was not attraction that she felt, she was certain after having thought to herself for countless nights about it after. It was the feeling that he had peered directly into her soul. He had looked at her, with his ivory hair and eerily calm eyes, as if in an instant he had understood her and noticed her deepest desire. After that she knew she had to speak with her before he had left.

Near the end of their official visit, Ameria was approached by Zylvanness in the palace. "I apologise for my intrusion" he had said, coming to stand beside her. "Please do not apologise my lord, I was merely watching the sun set over the kingdom before I attend my Princess."
"No. I mean when I first arrived here. I looked into your mind. I could not help it, the moment I saw you your mind opened to me, as if you were desperate to be heard."
"I... how can you be so certain of that."
"I too am desperate... to protect the people I love, yet I am expected to be a tactician, not a fighter. Yet that does not stop me." He turned and glanced at her, giving her the softest of smiles. Ameria blushed, "you learned a lot with just one glance. But you are right. I yearn to protect my Princess... she is the most important person in my life."
"Sometimes" he said, "you have to find a way around the walls in your life. Other times... you must do what everyone else is too afraid to do." After Zylvanness left that night, she was left pondering her thoughts for hours and hours, wondering what his wisdom could have meant.

As time went on Ameria became more desperate and would often by found admiring the armouries and watching the other elves learning to fight. After much longer, and once the threat of Scholomance revealed itself to have murdered Prince Malornduil of Atlantis, Alor'riel came to Ameria and granted her one freedom. "Learn to fight" she had said, holding Ameria's hands tight, "learn to fight so that when the Scholomance come for us. No, when we come for them, we will not meet the same fate as Prince Malornduil. " Alor'riel was in mourning, but held herself well, even as she thought about her widowed sister of Atlantis. But she gave this almost as an order to Ameria, to train in the dark of the night, when no one else would know, when the King of Alfheim would never notice. Ameria felt more happiness than she could ever express for her Princess, and vowed to train her hardest to one day be able to not just fight for - but to fight with Princess Alor'riel. Alor'riel was strong, wise, and incredible with her words. Months passed and Ameria became stronger, tougher, and she grew to learn how to balance the weapons of Alfheim in her hands perfectly.

The weeks passed and soon after King Tyrondil of Atlantis ordered for Princess Elor'andra be escorted back to Alfheim, where she would be safer with her own people. Alor'riel was tasked with meeting her sister half way along the roads between the cities, and Amera begged to go with her. But as the King had ordered, she was to await her princess in the palace. But that was his biggest mistake, and Amera would always hold him accountable for what she would record as the event that caused the fall of the ancient Elven Kingdoms. Elor'andra and Alor'riel were both ambushed on the road. Once the two parties had met the Scholomance took them by surprise and massacred both groups before taking only the body of Elor'andra. When the news came back to Alfheim Ameria spat on the king and showed her combat skills against the guards that attempted to put her in chains for treachery. But even after showing him what she could have done to protect the princess on the field, he ordered her to spend many moons in the prisons of Alfheim, in the tallest tower where she would see Princess Alor'riel's funerary procession. The sight at first had filled her with misery and despair, but not long after it turned her to resent her own people.

She learned that the elves of Alfheim were becoming defensive and reclusive, Scholomance was coming closer to the borders of the kingdom and the king was doing nothing to take an opportunity of attack. From what she heard from the prison was that Atlantis was taking the most aggressive action, whilst Shangri-La did nothing but hide in it's mountains and Eden had a strong defensive line. Soon after she heard that Zylvanness had taken over the city with his sister, and had performed a miracle. He had defied death. Not only had he killed his father, King Tyrondil, who was said to have gone mad, but he had also resurrected his dead sister after she fell in the rebellion. The news baffled Alfheim, many resented him, but they were unsure of what to make of it so far. But Amera knew... Prince Zylvanness was the one she wanted to follow. Only his wisdom would be good enough for her, would be what could calm her after the death of her Princess Alor'riel. She had to get out, and she did. She escaped the prison and knew that Zylvanness would be found in one place - Scholomance.

She met him there, just before his victory, she found him and he greeted her, and allowed her to fight for him alongside his Cold-Hearted, who she learned were not really dead... and not quite alive. For the first time since the death of Alor'riel she felt alive, she felt like she had purpose, as if she was respected. From that moment on she vowed to follow Zylvanness.

Ameria followed his crusade against the other Elven Kingdoms, becoming close with Elryldor Dawnbreaker who was learning a new kind of magic. Sanguimancy. With him she learned to become even stronger than before, she learned to use her own blood and that of her enemies. She became the strongest fighter in Elryldor's small group of Bloodborne, Elves that had practiced Sanguimancy with Elryldor and had even gone as far as tasting the blood of their foes learn all kinds of knowledge from them. But once Amera got a single taste... she couldn't help but wonder, where should she stop? A drop of blood made her strong, for a time, but would flesh make it permanent?

Ameria was later tasked with a mission from King Zylvanness himself, to travel to Alfheim and assassinate Lady Earth's Subordinate of Metal and Craft; Vulcan. She was succesful and lead the armies of Atlantis out of the city, since their aim was not to subjugate and destroy the city, but to eliminate Lady Earth's control over it instead. Ameria however took it upon herself to visit Alor'riel's grave. Her body was placed in a beautifully carved coffin, beneath the roots of the oldest tree of Alfheim. Amera opened it... and could smell the old, dried blood of her Princess. "Bring her back..." she pleaded to herself, "a taste... A taste will tell me how" Amera worked her magic over the rotting corpse until dried blood became wet, and a single droplet lifted from the body of Alor'riel and fell onto Ameria's tongue. The rush brought her ecstasy, and after that a great explosion of power. She knew then that she could make the blood move again as it should, that she could combine her magic with Zylvanness' to ressurect Alor'riel as a Cold-Hearted and leave her to become the rightful heir to Alfheim. But when Ameria got back to the surface she found that Zylvanness' army had begun marching within Alfheim and were slaughtering everyone. Ameria felt betrayed, how could he do this?! Then she realised, he had lied.

He was a master of words, King Zylvanness. Ameria ran back into the tomb and in a desperate attempt to reanimate she used all the magic she could to bring Alor'riel to life. If anyone could defeat this army, it would be her and Ameria. But she failed. The coagulating blood became a grotesque golem that attempted to move, but instead it fell to shambles over Ameria. The simultaneous destruction of her city and second 'death' of her Princess broke her mentally, and sent her into a spiral of despair before passing out. Eventually, she regained consciousness after being found by Avinna Duskbringer, who had replaced Laureness as General of the Atlantean army, now known as the army of Zylthrend; Sin'thorei. There she battled with Avinna and quickly lost.

Ameria barely survived and eventually went searching for Laureness, who actually found Ameria herself and did what she could to help her recover. Laureness explained how she had watched her brother become a merciless, but great king. She described how she could no longer stand with him, but could not find the courage to stop him. That was where Amera disagreed, and vowed to end his life. Ameria left again, and was almost at Zylthrend when she watched the earth shake and saw Atlantis, now named Zylthrend, writhe from the land and get pushed out to sea. She knew instantly that this was the magic of Lady Earth. In that moment she saw the island begin to sink, and witnessed the magic of the seers begin to freeze the water over it in a strange, desperate effort to protect themselves.

After that moment... she was lost. Zylthrend was gone. Laureness was in hiding, Lady Earth was also missing and the one person she wanted dead, Zylvanness, was gone too. Ameria renounced her name, now only able to think of her fallen beloved whenever she hears that name. Now she answers to Vendeth.

From that day on she did what she could to survive, she joined the surviving kingdom of Eden, fabricated a lie of how he promised to unite the kingdoms and make them bow to his undead army. All while hiding her sanguimancy. Eventually she was forgotten, and traveled the world and watched the creation of Magic Earth. Ever since her mind has become more fragile and twisted, and now she can't help but find helpless victims and murder them for not just their blood, but also their flesh. She seeks nothing more than to taste something as exquisite as the pool of blood that once belonged to Alor'riel.

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