Post by EtherealNoire on Oct 5, 2017 16:59:25 GMT -8
Talea Noire
Resolve Level: Occultist and Tentative Grave Robber (4)
Appearance
Age: Early-Mid Twenties (note: she doesn't know her birth year)
Sex: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110lb
Physical Description:
(photo reference included)
(Artwork on left by myself, artwork credit on right to black379)
Talea possess a unique aura, ethereal and wayward like a spirit that never fails to attract unwarranted attention. Her movements are lithe yet delicate, betraying her reclusive lifestyle long before others can notice the jagged scar marring her face, running from her right eyebrow to just past her lips. Her auburn hair, cascading down past her knees, emphasizes her slender form and stands in stark contrast to her delicate porcelain skin.
She hides her emerald eyes beneath the shadows of her hair, and unless on rare occasions or lost to the throes of battle, they are a rare sight indeed.
Attire
(her dress in full color)
Having grown up on the fringes of society, Talea dresses for efficiency rather than modesty. She wears a tattered black leather dress and jacket, embellished with emerald patterns and occasional touches of silver on the buckles of her belts. She keeps a small pouch on her left side for storing essentials, as well as holding her growing collection of throwing knives. Although her thigh-high boots are ragged, they serve their purpose well as a storage place for her two nicked daggers.
Crowned on her head is a horned skull she discovered within one of the many graves she resided. Aside from the ornament, the only other embellishments she wears is three silver earrings, two in her left ear. To her, the number holds value, but to others, that meaning is unknown.
Biography
Quirks:
+Night Owl: It would seem her years living underground and thriving in the shadows has benefited her well.
+Quick Reflexes: When being left to fend for one-self, one must learn to act on reflex to survive.
-Phengophobia: It would seem that sleeping or hiding during the day and working at night hasn't helped her adjust to that malignant burning light in the sky.
-Dark Temptation: After being shunned at birth and left to fend for herself, she can't help wondering if the Dark Arts would benefit her.
Backstory synopsis:
Rejected as a curse by her father after her mother's death, and sold to a group of vagrants, Talea was enslaved to a life of darkness and mystics from whence there was no return. Though young and inexperienced to the cultist’s macabre ways, they found another use for her within the solace of neglected graveyards: catacombs forgotten over the elapse of decades. There, she quelled the restless spirits; soothing them with her ethereal songs, until she at last grew old enough to assist in the Devout’s ghastly hunts.
With her baleful melodies, she lured the forsaken into the waiting arms of darkness, where their souls were snatched and polished as tribute to the cult’s divinity: Night. Only Talea remained sanctified from the shadow’s tainted caress. Hallowed as Night’s thrall, she was destined to free him from his immortal prison, while her companions sacrificed themselves to his waiting rank of Wights.
Compelled by a power she could not defy, Talea embarked for the fabled Hamlet in search of Night’s reincarnation within a house for evils and twisted gloom.
There she would either find the mortal revered by her people, or the blissful solace of death.
Full Backstory:
misc. notes:
-Talea dislikes speaking, unnerved by her lack of experience with light-dwellers as she calls them.
-If persuaded however, her tone is melodious and artful.
-She sings only in the language of Night
Skills & Equipment:
Weapons:
-A set of well-worn throwing knives, one etched with trailing ivy across the blade. This one is her favorite
-Two daggers, both nicked in the blade but still durable and well cared for.
-A makeshift crossbow equipped with her own handmade bolts. She's not terrible with her aim, maybe.. if she practiced more. (Rarely carries this with her)
Awl of the Hag
+ Bearer may attempt to mend open wounds and bone fractures of him/her-self and others, creating stitches made out of dark vines,ridden with thorns.
- Bearer might(!) cause more long term damage by applying such form of “healing” to the subject. (aka Wyrd Reconstruction)
* Bearer must be acquainted with the element of Darkness and the occult to know how to use the thorns.
-- Attempting to use the awl without aforementioned knowledge will harm the bearer as the awl will gradually turn the bearer’s hair into thorny vines.
|The item may be improved through the actions of the bearer after reaching higher Resolve Level|
Armor:
-Aside from her leather dress and boots, Talea does not possess any armor. She had no need for it in the past, relying instead on her dexterity and Night's protection, no matter how foolish that may be.
Other gear:
-She wears a horned skull upon her head
-A few bundles of dried herbs and mushrooms, all medicinal
-Harbors a collection of stones, generally white and opal-like in appearance
-Currently possesses 7,750 gold
Strengths:
-Due to a life imbued with death and the occult, she can commune with the deceased through song.
-Additionally, she can both sense and see the presence of spirits
-Has exceptional skill at navigating the darkness due to living underground
-Often viewed as ethereal, making it easy for her to gain or avoid attention at will.
-Was granted the power to command thorns in battle due to her bond with Night. (but it holds a steep price as well.)
Weaknesses:
-Sunlight burns and wounds her, thus she will go to extreme measures to avoid it.
-Since she lived in darkness, she cannot seeing during the day any better than normal mortals can see at night, possibly worse.
-She is genuinely unnerved by most people. Especially those of Holy sects.
-Due to her isolation, she prefers not to speak if at all possible.
-Her power from Night forces her to repay him for his aid. Additionally the thorns do not always listen and can inflict damage on her.
-Due to her fervid devotion to Night, Talea continues to sacrifice her body, mind and soul (as his thrall) to finding Night's reincarnation.
-Talea has a form of Schizophrenia, thus views reality differently than others. (Seeing creatures, hearing voices, personifying nature, etc.)
Resolve Level: Occultist and Tentative Grave Robber (4)
Appearance
Age: Early-Mid Twenties (note: she doesn't know her birth year)
Sex: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110lb
Physical Description:
(photo reference included)
(Artwork on left by myself, artwork credit on right to black379)
Talea possess a unique aura, ethereal and wayward like a spirit that never fails to attract unwarranted attention. Her movements are lithe yet delicate, betraying her reclusive lifestyle long before others can notice the jagged scar marring her face, running from her right eyebrow to just past her lips. Her auburn hair, cascading down past her knees, emphasizes her slender form and stands in stark contrast to her delicate porcelain skin.
She hides her emerald eyes beneath the shadows of her hair, and unless on rare occasions or lost to the throes of battle, they are a rare sight indeed.
Attire
(her dress in full color)
Having grown up on the fringes of society, Talea dresses for efficiency rather than modesty. She wears a tattered black leather dress and jacket, embellished with emerald patterns and occasional touches of silver on the buckles of her belts. She keeps a small pouch on her left side for storing essentials, as well as holding her growing collection of throwing knives. Although her thigh-high boots are ragged, they serve their purpose well as a storage place for her two nicked daggers.
Crowned on her head is a horned skull she discovered within one of the many graves she resided. Aside from the ornament, the only other embellishments she wears is three silver earrings, two in her left ear. To her, the number holds value, but to others, that meaning is unknown.
Biography
Quirks:
+Night Owl: It would seem her years living underground and thriving in the shadows has benefited her well.
+Quick Reflexes: When being left to fend for one-self, one must learn to act on reflex to survive.
-Phengophobia: It would seem that sleeping or hiding during the day and working at night hasn't helped her adjust to that malignant burning light in the sky.
-Dark Temptation: After being shunned at birth and left to fend for herself, she can't help wondering if the Dark Arts would benefit her.
Backstory synopsis:
Rejected as a curse by her father after her mother's death, and sold to a group of vagrants, Talea was enslaved to a life of darkness and mystics from whence there was no return. Though young and inexperienced to the cultist’s macabre ways, they found another use for her within the solace of neglected graveyards: catacombs forgotten over the elapse of decades. There, she quelled the restless spirits; soothing them with her ethereal songs, until she at last grew old enough to assist in the Devout’s ghastly hunts.
With her baleful melodies, she lured the forsaken into the waiting arms of darkness, where their souls were snatched and polished as tribute to the cult’s divinity: Night. Only Talea remained sanctified from the shadow’s tainted caress. Hallowed as Night’s thrall, she was destined to free him from his immortal prison, while her companions sacrificed themselves to his waiting rank of Wights.
Compelled by a power she could not defy, Talea embarked for the fabled Hamlet in search of Night’s reincarnation within a house for evils and twisted gloom.
There she would either find the mortal revered by her people, or the blissful solace of death.
Full Backstory:
"Child of the Dark Arts," or so she had been called upon the sight of her fiery hair and spiteful eyes. Perhaps the rumors were true, perhaps the Heaven's ill-favor had caused her mother to die in child-birth?
No reason justified her father's decision to sell her to the vagrants resupplying in town. Yet in the fleeting exchange between coins and flesh, her fate was forever sealed.
Enslaved by her purchasers, Talea fell victim to the occult, where every thought, every motion and every breath was ensnared by the darkness they so fervently worshipped.
Though young and inexperienced to the macabre arts, she proved herself useful in other ways…
Like a parasite, the cultists dwelled within the tombs and the graves were not always willing to accommodate their intrusion. Nay, little time had passed before their wrath materialized in corpses that had once lived the night before. Few could quell their displeasure, nor understand their loathing. But the heart of a child harbored empathy forgotten in the wretched years of elders. Her voice could not be denied, nor was such a gift ignored.
Inculcated in mystic essence, Talea became their token of passage. In exchange for refuge, she soothed the restless spirits with song, thus finding solace for the anguished and hope for the broken in melodies foreign on living tongues. Though words betrayed her, the music chorused from her heart, imparting feelings between herself and those whose corporeal forms had long since married with the earth. She alone understood their origin and desires, and only they understood the sorrow hidden within her melancholy eyes. Such was their bond in harmony: a song that neither life nor death could shatter.
As years passed, marked by the waning of many moons, Talea and her kind kept to the shadows, becoming the whispers in the night and the chill upon the air. The Living feared them, shrinking away if some chance crossing should occur, and those who did not were met with a far darker fate.
As a spirit, Talea lingered in the twilight. Haunting alleys, woods, and forgotten dwellings with her baleful melodies where few could resist her allure. Like moths to the candle, the foolish drew near, beckoned forth by her form and her mourning into Night’s abode. There, they were freed from their earthly fetters by the waiting devout. Freed to join the Sluagh’s ranks. And Talea welcomed them.
The dead were their comrades both loyal and piteous. They desired no possessions and the cultists made amply use of their charity. Talea, too, blessed their largesse and nested within the cemetery's broken bones. Comfort could be found there. A reminder that all things must come to rest.
As time passed, she no longer despised her position. But that blessing came also with a price.
Her life meant nothing. Her spirit and mind were shackled to the one Being the cultists revered most: Night. He protected them, guided them, harbored the sleeping souls who rose only to his calls. And it was those souls they farmed. Like trophies, they plucked each shining light from the breasts of dying men. The bones were polished, blood was brewed, not a hair nor nail wasted in their collection of flesh. With pious glee, they welcomed the shadows and evils within them, rending apart their faces as demons tasted mortality off their crimson lips. Only Talea remained sanctified.
She had been marked, primed, hallowed for her fate. The time drew nigh for Night to reawaken, and she would be his chosen thrall. In a mortal vessel, he awaited her, dormant, until she would invoke his power while the cultist would command his ranks as Wights.
Amidst throes and keening, Talea departed the shadow’s macabre halls, burdened by a fate undying. She had heard stories, whispers of the Hamlet: a haunt for the condemned. For incarceration within pestilent tombs and dark horrors. If there was ever an abode to harbor Night’s vessel, it was within the Hamlet's darkness.
And if she were to fail? Death would become her final solace at last.
No reason justified her father's decision to sell her to the vagrants resupplying in town. Yet in the fleeting exchange between coins and flesh, her fate was forever sealed.
Enslaved by her purchasers, Talea fell victim to the occult, where every thought, every motion and every breath was ensnared by the darkness they so fervently worshipped.
Though young and inexperienced to the macabre arts, she proved herself useful in other ways…
Like a parasite, the cultists dwelled within the tombs and the graves were not always willing to accommodate their intrusion. Nay, little time had passed before their wrath materialized in corpses that had once lived the night before. Few could quell their displeasure, nor understand their loathing. But the heart of a child harbored empathy forgotten in the wretched years of elders. Her voice could not be denied, nor was such a gift ignored.
Inculcated in mystic essence, Talea became their token of passage. In exchange for refuge, she soothed the restless spirits with song, thus finding solace for the anguished and hope for the broken in melodies foreign on living tongues. Though words betrayed her, the music chorused from her heart, imparting feelings between herself and those whose corporeal forms had long since married with the earth. She alone understood their origin and desires, and only they understood the sorrow hidden within her melancholy eyes. Such was their bond in harmony: a song that neither life nor death could shatter.
As years passed, marked by the waning of many moons, Talea and her kind kept to the shadows, becoming the whispers in the night and the chill upon the air. The Living feared them, shrinking away if some chance crossing should occur, and those who did not were met with a far darker fate.
As a spirit, Talea lingered in the twilight. Haunting alleys, woods, and forgotten dwellings with her baleful melodies where few could resist her allure. Like moths to the candle, the foolish drew near, beckoned forth by her form and her mourning into Night’s abode. There, they were freed from their earthly fetters by the waiting devout. Freed to join the Sluagh’s ranks. And Talea welcomed them.
The dead were their comrades both loyal and piteous. They desired no possessions and the cultists made amply use of their charity. Talea, too, blessed their largesse and nested within the cemetery's broken bones. Comfort could be found there. A reminder that all things must come to rest.
As time passed, she no longer despised her position. But that blessing came also with a price.
Her life meant nothing. Her spirit and mind were shackled to the one Being the cultists revered most: Night. He protected them, guided them, harbored the sleeping souls who rose only to his calls. And it was those souls they farmed. Like trophies, they plucked each shining light from the breasts of dying men. The bones were polished, blood was brewed, not a hair nor nail wasted in their collection of flesh. With pious glee, they welcomed the shadows and evils within them, rending apart their faces as demons tasted mortality off their crimson lips. Only Talea remained sanctified.
She had been marked, primed, hallowed for her fate. The time drew nigh for Night to reawaken, and she would be his chosen thrall. In a mortal vessel, he awaited her, dormant, until she would invoke his power while the cultist would command his ranks as Wights.
Amidst throes and keening, Talea departed the shadow’s macabre halls, burdened by a fate undying. She had heard stories, whispers of the Hamlet: a haunt for the condemned. For incarceration within pestilent tombs and dark horrors. If there was ever an abode to harbor Night’s vessel, it was within the Hamlet's darkness.
And if she were to fail? Death would become her final solace at last.
misc. notes:
-Talea dislikes speaking, unnerved by her lack of experience with light-dwellers as she calls them.
-If persuaded however, her tone is melodious and artful.
-She sings only in the language of Night
Skills & Equipment:
Weapons:
-A set of well-worn throwing knives, one etched with trailing ivy across the blade. This one is her favorite
-Two daggers, both nicked in the blade but still durable and well cared for.
-A makeshift crossbow equipped with her own handmade bolts. She's not terrible with her aim, maybe.. if she practiced more. (Rarely carries this with her)
Awl of the Hag
+ Bearer may attempt to mend open wounds and bone fractures of him/her-self and others, creating stitches made out of dark vines,ridden with thorns.
- Bearer might(!) cause more long term damage by applying such form of “healing” to the subject. (aka Wyrd Reconstruction)
* Bearer must be acquainted with the element of Darkness and the occult to know how to use the thorns.
-- Attempting to use the awl without aforementioned knowledge will harm the bearer as the awl will gradually turn the bearer’s hair into thorny vines.
|The item may be improved through the actions of the bearer after reaching higher Resolve Level|
Armor:
-Aside from her leather dress and boots, Talea does not possess any armor. She had no need for it in the past, relying instead on her dexterity and Night's protection, no matter how foolish that may be.
Other gear:
-She wears a horned skull upon her head
-A few bundles of dried herbs and mushrooms, all medicinal
-Harbors a collection of stones, generally white and opal-like in appearance
-Currently possesses 7,750 gold
Strengths:
-Due to a life imbued with death and the occult, she can commune with the deceased through song.
-Additionally, she can both sense and see the presence of spirits
-Has exceptional skill at navigating the darkness due to living underground
-Often viewed as ethereal, making it easy for her to gain or avoid attention at will.
-Was granted the power to command thorns in battle due to her bond with Night. (but it holds a steep price as well.)
Weaknesses:
-Sunlight burns and wounds her, thus she will go to extreme measures to avoid it.
-Since she lived in darkness, she cannot seeing during the day any better than normal mortals can see at night, possibly worse.
-She is genuinely unnerved by most people. Especially those of Holy sects.
-Due to her isolation, she prefers not to speak if at all possible.
-Her power from Night forces her to repay him for his aid. Additionally the thorns do not always listen and can inflict damage on her.
-Due to her fervid devotion to Night, Talea continues to sacrifice her body, mind and soul (as his thrall) to finding Night's reincarnation.
-Talea has a form of Schizophrenia, thus views reality differently than others. (Seeing creatures, hearing voices, personifying nature, etc.)
