Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jan 11, 2006 23:35:22 GMT -5
APPEARANCE:
Tall and slender, almost elfin. Exotic, and once considered beautiful, she more resembles an autumn rose, whose haunting beauty has faded with the corrosion of time and neglect, or perhaps even a banshee in mourning. Either way, as a traumatised Dustman, she is a pale reflection of the exotic beauty she used to be.
Her waist-length hair is the colour of deep smoky blue quartz. In some light it appears black like the feathers of a Raven, and in white light [whether magical or natural] appears to be a sapphire blue. In necromatic light, however, her hair shines a brilliant azure, tinted with amethyst highlights and shadows.
Her violet eyes have a silvery cast to them, and her skin is quite pale. She's disfigured from self-harm, failed suicide attempts and her father’s mistreatment [though her father did beat her, he wasn't a sadist. Rather he made her think that her fiendish blood made her evil, so she would cut and bleed herself as "penance"]. The worst of the old scars are confined to her arms, with a few on her chest.
Permanent black shadows circle her deep-set eyes. Tiny horns, sharp teeth, the unnatural blue in her hair, and the perpetual sanguine stink of ash and death are the only outward signs of her demon ancestry. Her natural stink, which seems to change to reflect her moods [becomes stronger when angry, tense or distressed, for instance], coupled with her other tiefling features and peculiar attitude [for a Dustman] has made her somewhat distinctive.
This odd smell is actually the result of Tanar'ri sweat-glands/pheromones. The changes that occur are a reactional thing, so she has very little control over them.
She typically wears a thin silk shroud or her hood pulled up over her face. Her clothing is "gothick" but modest, consisting mostly of black, dark grey and vermilion scholarly robes and embroidered mantle over black hose and her undergarments; to better hide her hideous scarring.
Both of her ears are pierced twice, and she has two body-piercings: a silver labret stud, and a navel jewel. Her navel is also adorned with a tattooed ring of black roses and blood-red thorns. These few pieces of jewellery she wears each hold sentimental value to her. The cerulean blue jewel she wears in her navel on a silver bar was a gift from a failed romance several years ago. Each of the studs in her ears belonged to her deceased step-mother, and the labret stud she's had since the day she first joined the Dustmen at sixteen.
The only colors she will wear are blue, deep red and purple [ranging from amethyst to violet.]. Otherwise she wears black, dark gray and occassionally white.
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PERSONALITY TRAITS:
Wraith is a fickle, conflicted, and deeply troubled soul.
Typically soft-spoken, wary, shy and withdrawn around people she doesn’t know or trust, but to the few who can look past the stigmatism of her ancestry and Faction, she is open and honest, gentle, merciful and compassionate. Deep down, however well she tries to hide it beneath stony repose, she cares about the welfare of others, and so she will go out her way to help someone if the need is genuine.
But it is this compassion that causes the greatest conflict; To ascend amongst the Dead toward True Death, Wraith must learn to cast that all aside, like a snake shedding its’ skin... but she can't.
She tries to hide it, deny it, performing autopsies and other gruesome tasks to harden her heart, but as soon as she is out of ear-shot, she rants and wails like any hopeless barmy, as the strain of it all temporarily overwhelms her. In this state only her music seems to ease the turmoil in her mind into serene equilibrium.
But at the same time her music is a release… a part of her wants to influence others with her powerful, haunting voice, for good or ill.
On the flip-side, Uathach isn’t always so restrained, soft-spoken and gentle. Her internal frustration with her own inadequacy and the constant battle to rationalise her emotions, and hot tanar’ri blood with her staid dustman tenets, sometimes surfaces as a dark and brooding, sinister side. In this aspect of her personality, Wraith is at once short-tempered and obstinate, though very rarely is she violent.
In fact, Wraith despises violence and violent people [hence why she isn’t fond of aggressive Sinkers and many Mercykillers.], and so she won’t willingly kill someone; instead settling for incapacitation and maiming. Many of her spells reflect her passive nature. Generally, of all the Factions, the Sensates, the Godsmen, the Fated and the Mercykillers, tend to provoke the strongest reaction in her. She harbors no ill-will toward the Harmonium, Free League, Transcendent Order, Sign of One, Fraternity of Order, Bleak Cabal and less aggressive Doomguard.
Unlike most Dustmen, Wraith is a Hopeful. She doesn’t regard matters of life and death the same way they do, since her ultimate goal is True Life… her ideal of “heaven” is Arborea, in the realm of her God, Apollo; Olympus.
Wraith wants to burn, to ignite her soul… to “Live” again, unlike the rest of the Dead, who’re little more than cold, lifeless “corpses”. But she doesn’t know how. She knows she’s dead; that she was born into Death, so she secretly yearns for her return to Life... but she’s lost her way.
Recently, though, with the loss of her home, the disappearance of her son, and the brutal ritualistic murder of the nursemaid who cared for Aerin, she has withdrawn into herself even more, sinking into a melancholy torpor, at times alternating between numb emptiness and profound sadness as the loss of her son - her anchor to hope - takes it's toll on her. She is slowly beginning to lose her hope and faith...
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HABITS:
*Wraith sings or hums to herself a lot, usually while performing an autopsy, mixing herbs or chemicals, and treating some sick or injured sod in her care. Though recently her songs have died, her passion for music snuffed by the wrenching loss of Aerin.
*She enjoys her bub [but not to excess], usually wine and cider, though on occassion mead, stout, and the foul brews that only a tiefling stomach can handle. Only when she really needs it will she sample a powerful sedative, like Laudanum...
*If she's not in the many dives/flophouses she calls kip, or in the Mortuary, Wraith will be found banging around the Great Bazaar, or haunting a tavern in some secluded corner, away from the crowd where she can observe the other patrons. On the rare occasion when she's in a particularly foul mood she will find the nearest Godsman or Sensate haunt, and play her distressing music.
*Wraith is also quite meticulous when it comes to keeping her surgical tools, equipment and clothing clean, orderly and neatly labelled, and maintaining her own personal cleanliness. There are certain patterns she follows almost by instinct.
*She fiddles with her hair, clothing, and labret stud when restless, anxious, stressed, wary or thoughtful.
*Sucking/chewing on her lip has become a nervous habit.
*She has difficulty making eye contact with others.
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DISLIKES:
*Most Sensates [chiefly Hedonists. Her step-mother was a foolish hedonist.]
*The Mercy-Killers [Her step-father was brutal and cruel]
*Doomguard [the destructive Sinkers, that is.]
*The Fated [She was seduced by a Fated]
*The Godsmen [This one she can't explain, but she's always been peery of them, and like with the Sensates, just the sight of one can be enough to provoke her.]
*Violence, cruelty, suffering and torture.
*Ridnir Tetch and the Weary Spirit Infirmary. She once despised him, but now, several years later, she only pities him.
*Baatezu [that goes without saying, I think.]
LIKES/RESPECTS:
*The Guvners.
*The Harmonium [even though these cutters are probably suspicious of her for being a tiefling.]
*The Transcendent Order.
*Knowledge and a willingness to learn
*Books/Reading/Education
*Digging into ancient lore and hidden, obscure secrets
*Medical research/healing
*Tidiness/cleanliness
*Music/Art
*White/Grey Necromancy [the primary source of problem-solving, plus it's something she naturally has a knack for.]
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Miscellanous Information:
Wraith is both familiar with and plays the following types of songs/instrumental pieces.
Aria; Anthems [in honor of Apollo, her God]; Chanting; Fugue; Hymns [again to praise Apollo]; Lamentation/Dirge/Threnody; occassionally Improvisation; and a few Ballads and Swan Songs.
Her preferences are death or war chants, religious songs that praise her Deity and his home realm on Arborea, any type of threnody, lullabys for the child she has adopted [or any other sick child she may care for] and songs/chants that are dark and morbid, or tragic and "gothick".
She knows a few songs, including the well-known Sigillian Ballad, Sketches of Sigil, and her own compositions which she knows by rote, having sung and worked at perfecting them so many times.
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Tall and slender, almost elfin. Exotic, and once considered beautiful, she more resembles an autumn rose, whose haunting beauty has faded with the corrosion of time and neglect, or perhaps even a banshee in mourning. Either way, as a traumatised Dustman, she is a pale reflection of the exotic beauty she used to be.
Her waist-length hair is the colour of deep smoky blue quartz. In some light it appears black like the feathers of a Raven, and in white light [whether magical or natural] appears to be a sapphire blue. In necromatic light, however, her hair shines a brilliant azure, tinted with amethyst highlights and shadows.
Her violet eyes have a silvery cast to them, and her skin is quite pale. She's disfigured from self-harm, failed suicide attempts and her father’s mistreatment [though her father did beat her, he wasn't a sadist. Rather he made her think that her fiendish blood made her evil, so she would cut and bleed herself as "penance"]. The worst of the old scars are confined to her arms, with a few on her chest.
Permanent black shadows circle her deep-set eyes. Tiny horns, sharp teeth, the unnatural blue in her hair, and the perpetual sanguine stink of ash and death are the only outward signs of her demon ancestry. Her natural stink, which seems to change to reflect her moods [becomes stronger when angry, tense or distressed, for instance], coupled with her other tiefling features and peculiar attitude [for a Dustman] has made her somewhat distinctive.
This odd smell is actually the result of Tanar'ri sweat-glands/pheromones. The changes that occur are a reactional thing, so she has very little control over them.
She typically wears a thin silk shroud or her hood pulled up over her face. Her clothing is "gothick" but modest, consisting mostly of black, dark grey and vermilion scholarly robes and embroidered mantle over black hose and her undergarments; to better hide her hideous scarring.
Both of her ears are pierced twice, and she has two body-piercings: a silver labret stud, and a navel jewel. Her navel is also adorned with a tattooed ring of black roses and blood-red thorns. These few pieces of jewellery she wears each hold sentimental value to her. The cerulean blue jewel she wears in her navel on a silver bar was a gift from a failed romance several years ago. Each of the studs in her ears belonged to her deceased step-mother, and the labret stud she's had since the day she first joined the Dustmen at sixteen.
The only colors she will wear are blue, deep red and purple [ranging from amethyst to violet.]. Otherwise she wears black, dark gray and occassionally white.
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PERSONALITY TRAITS:
Wraith is a fickle, conflicted, and deeply troubled soul.
Typically soft-spoken, wary, shy and withdrawn around people she doesn’t know or trust, but to the few who can look past the stigmatism of her ancestry and Faction, she is open and honest, gentle, merciful and compassionate. Deep down, however well she tries to hide it beneath stony repose, she cares about the welfare of others, and so she will go out her way to help someone if the need is genuine.
But it is this compassion that causes the greatest conflict; To ascend amongst the Dead toward True Death, Wraith must learn to cast that all aside, like a snake shedding its’ skin... but she can't.
She tries to hide it, deny it, performing autopsies and other gruesome tasks to harden her heart, but as soon as she is out of ear-shot, she rants and wails like any hopeless barmy, as the strain of it all temporarily overwhelms her. In this state only her music seems to ease the turmoil in her mind into serene equilibrium.
But at the same time her music is a release… a part of her wants to influence others with her powerful, haunting voice, for good or ill.
On the flip-side, Uathach isn’t always so restrained, soft-spoken and gentle. Her internal frustration with her own inadequacy and the constant battle to rationalise her emotions, and hot tanar’ri blood with her staid dustman tenets, sometimes surfaces as a dark and brooding, sinister side. In this aspect of her personality, Wraith is at once short-tempered and obstinate, though very rarely is she violent.
In fact, Wraith despises violence and violent people [hence why she isn’t fond of aggressive Sinkers and many Mercykillers.], and so she won’t willingly kill someone; instead settling for incapacitation and maiming. Many of her spells reflect her passive nature. Generally, of all the Factions, the Sensates, the Godsmen, the Fated and the Mercykillers, tend to provoke the strongest reaction in her. She harbors no ill-will toward the Harmonium, Free League, Transcendent Order, Sign of One, Fraternity of Order, Bleak Cabal and less aggressive Doomguard.
Unlike most Dustmen, Wraith is a Hopeful. She doesn’t regard matters of life and death the same way they do, since her ultimate goal is True Life… her ideal of “heaven” is Arborea, in the realm of her God, Apollo; Olympus.
Wraith wants to burn, to ignite her soul… to “Live” again, unlike the rest of the Dead, who’re little more than cold, lifeless “corpses”. But she doesn’t know how. She knows she’s dead; that she was born into Death, so she secretly yearns for her return to Life... but she’s lost her way.
Recently, though, with the loss of her home, the disappearance of her son, and the brutal ritualistic murder of the nursemaid who cared for Aerin, she has withdrawn into herself even more, sinking into a melancholy torpor, at times alternating between numb emptiness and profound sadness as the loss of her son - her anchor to hope - takes it's toll on her. She is slowly beginning to lose her hope and faith...
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HABITS:
*Wraith sings or hums to herself a lot, usually while performing an autopsy, mixing herbs or chemicals, and treating some sick or injured sod in her care. Though recently her songs have died, her passion for music snuffed by the wrenching loss of Aerin.
*She enjoys her bub [but not to excess], usually wine and cider, though on occassion mead, stout, and the foul brews that only a tiefling stomach can handle. Only when she really needs it will she sample a powerful sedative, like Laudanum...
*If she's not in the many dives/flophouses she calls kip, or in the Mortuary, Wraith will be found banging around the Great Bazaar, or haunting a tavern in some secluded corner, away from the crowd where she can observe the other patrons. On the rare occasion when she's in a particularly foul mood she will find the nearest Godsman or Sensate haunt, and play her distressing music.
*Wraith is also quite meticulous when it comes to keeping her surgical tools, equipment and clothing clean, orderly and neatly labelled, and maintaining her own personal cleanliness. There are certain patterns she follows almost by instinct.
*She fiddles with her hair, clothing, and labret stud when restless, anxious, stressed, wary or thoughtful.
*Sucking/chewing on her lip has become a nervous habit.
*She has difficulty making eye contact with others.
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DISLIKES:
*Most Sensates [chiefly Hedonists. Her step-mother was a foolish hedonist.]
*The Mercy-Killers [Her step-father was brutal and cruel]
*Doomguard [the destructive Sinkers, that is.]
*The Fated [She was seduced by a Fated]
*The Godsmen [This one she can't explain, but she's always been peery of them, and like with the Sensates, just the sight of one can be enough to provoke her.]
*Violence, cruelty, suffering and torture.
*Ridnir Tetch and the Weary Spirit Infirmary. She once despised him, but now, several years later, she only pities him.
*Baatezu [that goes without saying, I think.]
LIKES/RESPECTS:
*The Guvners.
*The Harmonium [even though these cutters are probably suspicious of her for being a tiefling.]
*The Transcendent Order.
*Knowledge and a willingness to learn
*Books/Reading/Education
*Digging into ancient lore and hidden, obscure secrets
*Medical research/healing
*Tidiness/cleanliness
*Music/Art
*White/Grey Necromancy [the primary source of problem-solving, plus it's something she naturally has a knack for.]
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Miscellanous Information:
Wraith is both familiar with and plays the following types of songs/instrumental pieces.
Aria; Anthems [in honor of Apollo, her God]; Chanting; Fugue; Hymns [again to praise Apollo]; Lamentation/Dirge/Threnody; occassionally Improvisation; and a few Ballads and Swan Songs.
Her preferences are death or war chants, religious songs that praise her Deity and his home realm on Arborea, any type of threnody, lullabys for the child she has adopted [or any other sick child she may care for] and songs/chants that are dark and morbid, or tragic and "gothick".
She knows a few songs, including the well-known Sigillian Ballad, Sketches of Sigil, and her own compositions which she knows by rote, having sung and worked at perfecting them so many times.
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