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Iona Loire Knife Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 3:28 pm
Username: Alignment: Chaotic Evil (well, yeah had to be considered this x.x ) CharacterName: Iona'Loire Race: Drowish/ woodland Elf Gender: Female Age: Unknown Height: 5'10 Weight: 125 lbs Build: Curvy, slender Hair: Jet black Eyes: Cerulean blue, when she's happy anyway. Hobbies: Causing chaos, hanging out in cemetaries Likes: Maxxium, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Scotch, Laog'haire. Dislikes: Adiana, Sunlight, a number of other things that would make the list too long. History: Iona was born to Lein a woodelf and Eery'dia great granddaughter of Dulan the Terrible (drow). Eery'dia's lineage contained drow, from what the elves called the great sorrow, because the Drow's had taken to raping the High Elves to try to breed evil into their line . Iona's mother and father had rescued the woodelves from a drow raid, and were dubbed nobles. When Eery'dia became with child, she began raving about the child within her, saying that it was evil. She was dubbed insane and had to be restrained thru the remainder of her pregnancy. On the eve of her birth, Eery'dia became excited and began to speak in an unknown language. She convulsed, cried, screamed and fought with the team of healers and midwives. As Iona came forth, Eery'dia clawed out her own eyes so "that I never have to gaze upon such evil", and screamed that the baby was Lahahara "Evil Goddess" in high elf. Her mother died within hours of her birth. Her father Lein was distraught over the loss of his wife, and named the baby girl Iona'Loire though her mother had named her otherwise. Iona was so pale, that her skin was almost grey, and her hair was as black as night. Because of how different from the fair elves she was, her father kept her isolated. When she was five, she was staring from the window of her room and saw the other children gathering in the twighlight to catch fireflies. Iona rebelled and snuck out to joing them. She followed the children tot he meadow, and joined in the firefly hunt. Everytime she caught a fly, it would die in her had. The other children began to taunt Iona because of this, and began to be cruel. Unspeakable rage awoke within her, and she began to convulse with it. Her eyes turned red and magic escaped from her, she set the entire meadow afire killing all the children in it. Her father didn't have the heart to kill her, but he banished her to the Eternal Swamp to die. She wandered around until a hag name Lady Nightshade took her in. Sensing the magic within, Nightshade taught her necromancy. Within 100 years Iona was rivaling those who had studied the art for a thousand years. She lived with Nightshade for countless centuries, her immortal beauty intact and untouched by the necromancy curse. On her 500 birthday, the curse caused two leathery wings to sprout from her back. A group of Odinites sought out the "witches" in the swamp. Somehow, they captured Nightshade and Iona and attempted to exorcise them. Nightshade was the first they tortured, and she perished from the exorcism and use of holy magic. During Iona's exorcism, she called to the dead to help so fiercly, and so much power awoke with in her that she was granted the gift of the Divine Dead. She called forth the corpse of the Dragon Laog'Haire to finish her attackers. Nearly dead, she was picked up by Valek and was forced to be his slave. She killed him after a millenia, and was free. She became immortalized in the Eternal Order as their first sister, Godess of Death. She was called to earth by a calling of neonates of the Eternal Order. She participated in many battles, and legends, until she died, by the hands of her daughter Anamchara. Abilities: Necromancy Appearance:  Equipment: Two scimitars.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 7:41 pm
Alignment: Chaotic Good
CharacterName: Christian
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: several thousands
Height: 6 foot 7 inches
Weight: 265 lbs
Build: muscular, buff, ripped, huge, massive need I say more
Hair: dirty blonde, long and to his waist
Eyes: Steely blue
Hobbies: Watching Dania
Likes: Dania
Dislikes: wet cat smells, ice cream (cuz he can't eat it), guns, drugs, dogs, emo kids.
History: Ativus was born into a very poor family, they lived outside the agrippa in a small hovel. His mother died of a plague when he was young, and his father made him go to work at the age of 6 as a wood gatherer. Everyday he would carry logs to the store houses, sometimes coming home with hands and feet bleeding from the bark of the trees. By the time he was fifteen his body structure was massive from years of labor, and he had inherited his mother's height. In the market place, he witnessed a young woman about to be violated, so he dropped his logs and rushed to help her. He was stabbed in the arm, but he managed to strangle her attacker. When the fight was over, he straightened up to his full height, not being weighted down by logs, and the crowd surrounding him stared up in amazement. A man came by later that night, after he had treated his wounds and gone to sleep. The man offered his father a sum of money if he would sell Ativus into slavery so that he could be used in the colosuem. He was awaken by several men pulling him to his feet, before he could fight he felt a strong blow to his head. When he awoke, he was shackled and in a holding cell with about 20 other men. They explained their fates, Avitus became so angered he vowed to live through all trials and be freed so he could kill his father.
He prevaled at every match. The coloseum threw more challenges at him yet he fought and won every battle. One day while visiting the coloseum, he killed a lion in a match. The emporer's daughter called him a barbarian and begged her father to have him killed. They began making each match beyond brutal in attempts to kill him. He fought a team of chariots, rhinoceri, everything. His final match, they unleashed a pride of tigers. He broke their necks with his bare hands, yet was still alive. his wounds were great, the surgeon did not expect him to make it through the night.
They put him in a cell alone that night, and provided a soft matress to spend his last night on. His lung was punctured, and blood bubbled to his lips. A woman entered his cell, she was pale and very beautiful. She told him that they had granted him a gift only a woman could give before he passed on. She walked to him, and placed his head in her cold hands. He gasped at their iciness. She kissed him, licking the blood from his lips. She moved her lips to his neck, and drained him of his blood. He died. And she gave him new life.
She taught him how to feed, how to hunt, and the ways of the vampire. His first kill was his father, though he did not feed from him.
This is where his history gets Blurry. His name remained Ativus for centuries until he met a man named Jehovah. What events befell, it is unsure. After the death of Jehovah, he began going by different names so that he would be untraceable throughout the ages.
When he arrived in the new world, he went to sleep for a thousand years, awaking only from the call of the order he served. They had a new subject for him to protect. From the time Dania was born, he was there watching. Protecting, waiting. He changed his name to honor Jehovah, and those of his bloodline, like Dania. The sacred Seers. The bloodline of the holy. His name is now Christian.
Abilities: Super human strength, regeneration, vampiric speed, and others he does not yet know about (nor do I)
Appearance: He wears black, black jeans or leather pants. Black shirts, and a black trench. It helps to blend into the shadows. The only bit of color about him is a black pendant with a red embossed symbol in japanese calligraphy. The mark of the Eternal Order.
Equipment: One silver dagger, and one broadsword he keeps strapped to a back sheath.
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Iona Loire Knife Vice Captain
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