Name:
Jenevie Lesterange
Age:
unknown
Appearance:
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
straight
Species:
Demon
Background:
Well I grew up an orphan, abandoned, taken in by an old man who then toutered me. After his murder I walked around aimlessly trying to find out my true self, who I really was, and why everyone was trying to kill me. Soon I found I needed to hide somewhere because there had been a bounty placed for my head. Soon I found out who I really was. A long time ago my father (Bhaal, god of death, destruction, and retribution) was banished to the realm along with all the other gods during the Flamerule. He had mated with many humans and had hundreds and hundreds of offspring, I was one of them. He was murdered during this time and soon the gods were sent back to the heavens, all, even the dead ones, were still worshiped.Everything changed. I felt a darkness take over me. The kind being I once was was lost. I killed with my cunning but black soul, killing some evil, but mostly the people who just anoyed me. Rumors spread of me and most cowared in fear at my name and my face. I was sentanced to death but none could kill me. Because of this I became known as a god, or a figment of my father, trapped in a human body, seeking revenge. Soon the evil started to worship me. I was to be wed to a god and take my father's place but I grew tired of my home and found myself wandering here, wanting to re-make my mischevious ways and let my reputation be known to this world also. I'm afraid I may never find myself again.
Extra:
I have violet eyes and whenever I touch a thing that's beautiful and happy and loved, turns to dust.
Jenevie Lesterange
Age:
unknown
Appearance:
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
straight
Species:
Demon
Background:
Well I grew up an orphan, abandoned, taken in by an old man who then toutered me. After his murder I walked around aimlessly trying to find out my true self, who I really was, and why everyone was trying to kill me. Soon I found I needed to hide somewhere because there had been a bounty placed for my head. Soon I found out who I really was. A long time ago my father (Bhaal, god of death, destruction, and retribution) was banished to the realm along with all the other gods during the Flamerule. He had mated with many humans and had hundreds and hundreds of offspring, I was one of them. He was murdered during this time and soon the gods were sent back to the heavens, all, even the dead ones, were still worshiped.Everything changed. I felt a darkness take over me. The kind being I once was was lost. I killed with my cunning but black soul, killing some evil, but mostly the people who just anoyed me. Rumors spread of me and most cowared in fear at my name and my face. I was sentanced to death but none could kill me. Because of this I became known as a god, or a figment of my father, trapped in a human body, seeking revenge. Soon the evil started to worship me. I was to be wed to a god and take my father's place but I grew tired of my home and found myself wandering here, wanting to re-make my mischevious ways and let my reputation be known to this world also. I'm afraid I may never find myself again.
Extra:
I have violet eyes and whenever I touch a thing that's beautiful and happy and loved, turns to dust.
