Physical Information Height: 6'0 ft Weight: 185 lbs Body build: Full bodied Skin type: Smooth, with numerous scars Hair style: shoulder length hair Scars: Numerous scars crisscross her body Tattoos: none
Colouring:
[b]Hair:[/b] black [b]Eyes:[/b] gold [b]Skin:[/b] dark brown [size=75][u][b]Mental Information[/b][/u][/size] [b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Neutral [b]Philosophy:[/b] Freedom is never given, it is to be earned. [b]Deity/Beliefs:[/b] None [/li]
Personality: CautiousTries to always have back up plan, and not get killed. Slight ParanoiaIs extremely fearful of being captured and sold back into slavery. She would take her own life if it came to that, or so she believes Distrustful Hard for her to make friends as she believes every other person as trying to capture her and send her back to Baator in chains
Additional Information Gear: Two longswords, exceptionally crafted. One that dances with the fury of lightning and other is colder than the coldest nights Jewelry: Both ears have been pierced, twice Habbits/hobbies: Fishing and sculpting. General Health: Perfect health Favorite Drink: Baatorian Ale Weaknesses: Bottle Fury: Has an excellent handle on her state of mind, but when she rages, she tends to lose control.
I was told that keeping a journal will help with the rehabilitation. Being kept in bondage for 20 years tends to warp ones mind. Luckily, i wasn't used exclusively as a sex slave. My temper made sure I was the one that served as an example to the others... The only thing that kept me alive is the fact that my Grandfather still owned a debt and me being dead will not ensure a futher payment. That didn't help me however when my new "owner" decided to beat me near to death for fouling something up, but sometimes i did it on purpose.
I still have trouble trusting others. The only ones i can turn to are Maelfina and another tiefling named "Huntress". However, i believe i have struck an accord with a dwarf named Haffur. It's the first time i've met someone as rough and gruff as myself.
I hate that bastard, my Grandfather. During my off time, i stalk the plains of Baator. What my grandfather doesn't know that I know who his contacts are. It's time for some payback...
It is funny... I feel so at home stalking the plains of Baator, as if i never left... It sickens me. I wonder if that's normal or to be expected.
To think of the service and loyalty i showed to my family.. To my Grandfather, only to have him throw to the dogs with no hesitation. It wasn't even to save his own skin but to stay current and out of debt. My horns were cut to many times for me to count, as they are actual gold.. or so i've been told as my forehead bleed profusely as my tormentor proudly melted them before to make himself jewelry.
I still have flashback of my captivity. Sometimes, i can smell the stink of those damn things as they used the other females that were sold along with me. They knew better than to use me as pleasure slave.. I always gouged fleshy parts and my sword skills were always sharp, thanks to my father. They needed me alive, for what i don't know. Must be part of the bargain that sent me there.
But i found one.. A contact my father uses. A tiefling like myself, some minor noble used by my father to sell his wares to other worlds. I tracked the caravan the fool uses to his warehouse. It took me a few days but soon i figured out the guard rotations. It was easy getting inside, even easier than tracking the caravan.
I confronted the fool. This is the one that gladly lead me and my retainer in chains to my new "master". I was consumed by rage.. A rage i have been feeling since I found out i was sold into bondage. It felt like ecstasy.. A rapture. My vision filled with red, my body surged into a mode i knew nothing about and i flew at him and his guards, a true monster. I do not know if i was screaming or laughing, it may have been both. My strikes felt more potent, truer than ever, blood splattered the wall. One strike cleaved limbs off bodies, others opened them up from the neck to their groin. All i could feel was my rage. Their strikes felt like getting hit with pebbles, small stones. They couldn't stop me and oh they tried. Death magics had no affects, I know because the slaver pointed at me speaking magical words that had no effect.. He pleaded for his pathetic life, but there would be no mercy from me. I hacked his body to pieces. I kept slashing, stabbing. I do not know how long i was in there, killing. When the rage left me i felt an exhaustion i've never felt. My limbs felt heavier than the largest boulder. That is when i noticed how much and badly i was hurt. I bleed almost as bad as my victims, save that they were dead.
I slumped to the ground and could hardly move. That is when Oeanna licked my face.. My only true companion. He licked my face again as if pleading. Dizzy, weak, and weary i sheathed my blades and stuffed by pack with what little valuables i could, then i carved my name in the wall as best as i could. Then i let Oeanna lead me away.. away from a fury that consumed me. We stayed a few days in a cave, unused for centuries. As my wounds slowly healed i thanked whatever God or Gods that would listen for letting me have my vengeance. Then i thanked Oeanna.
Once i was fully healed, we both made our way back to Sigil safely. I went to my mistress tavern, Maelfina and slept. I slept with Oeanna in the bed with me. I never slept so well in my life.
Tomorrow brings a new day and even newer possibilities. No one will take this freedom from me and Oeanna.. No one.
I saw Mistress Maelfina and Huntress together today and something occurred that brought my past back to light. Maelfina made the comment that i looked different.. That i had blue skin. Obviously i replied that i always looked this way.. Not good but it was the best i could do in public.
My appearance was different at one time and i have my mother to thank for that. Evidently, my mother had a innate skill.. an ability to talk with spirits and the deceased. And such ability transferred to me. I had that at one time. Aye, at that time i was able to commune with spirits myself. However.. that gift is.. gone. I was.. tired of that look. During certain times, my skin would turn blue and my eyes and horns would turn a bright red.
When i was released and given my freedom by Maelfina and Huntress my skin stayed blue, my horns and eyes red. I thought it was a calling to follow the path of my mother, so i did. And i found no answers. During my search i even tried to track down my mother and stood heartbroken when i stood over her grave. My mother was human.. mortal and had no benefits of a long winded lifespan.. She grew old and died peacefully with my father at her side. I know this because she came to me at her grave.. a magnificent creature to be behold! She was and is just as i remember her.. beautiful. I would have cried had I any tears to shed.
It was then that she told me of the choice I had. I could follow in her footsteps or.. follow my father. Naturally i choose dad with no hesitation. It was not any malice nor ill feelings in my decision, but a natural choice. Oenna and the plains.. they sing to my blood and that is a feeling i must succumb to. It was afterwards that left me weak in the knees. She drew her gift from me out of me, reclaiming something from me that was given at birth. I felt.. a provide weakness. It felt as if someone stole a part of me. I was bathed in a.. bright light, energy flowed out of me as if being siphoned. I awoke sometime later.. at night. Oenna licking my face. I must say that my reunion with my mother occurred during noon. She was still there.. watching over me as i slept. My mother. But her spirit had weakend. We had little time left together. She told me something.. Something profound.. In her loving voice and with her ghostly arms holding me.. She told me not to let vengeance drive my existence. I... I... I still have trouble grasping that. There is much to live for she tells me, Much to accomplish, much more than revenge. Is there? I will think on that for the next few days.. perhaps weeks.
Then she vanished, my last memory being a simple kiss, a chill on my cheek. I still rub that cheek nowadays. It was then i thought i was alone until Oeanna nudged my hand, then licked it. Oeanna has a new collar now, one that bears the symbol of my mother of when she exorcised spirits. Could Oeanna be her gift to me? To aid me in runs across the plains of Baator? I think so, i believe so.. I know so!
I am not alone after all. Me and Oeanna stalk the plains of Baator, looking for the next hunt. And possibly for me vengence.
