RE: TVC - Sign-Up Thread
That sounds alot like Mircea, are you sure you have not been ripping me off?
That sounds alot like Mircea, are you sure you have not been ripping me off?
Drakki said:Hello all, remember me? it's the guy who came up with this ridiculous idea and then vanished.
well, i would like to possibly rejoin my ridiculous idea if everyone's ok with that, i know i've been gone a long time, but if it's ok, i would like to come back in with a...somewhat different character...
(edit for extra story)
Name: Illirya Gladius
Nickname: The Survivor,The Wanderer, The White Lady
Age: Unknown, a few months younger than Drakki
Speciality: Necromancy, strong enough to rase wights and imbue them with near-human intelligence and the capability of speech. Also Necromantic healing
Advantages: Fast, necromantic adept, nearly impossible to kill
Disatvantages: Physically weak, cannot continue the bloodline, unskilled in close combat (in comparison to other vampires her age, could still match blades easily with most fledgeling-2 century vampires)
Description: wears a full length black cape which hides most of her body, beneath which she wears light armour, enough to turn aside a blade, but not so much as to impede her movement or spellcasting ability in any way. Her hair beneath the hood is blond and cut to shoulder length. over her face she wears an expressionless mask made of metal coated in white enamel to hide the scarring on the left side of her face wich spills down onto her neck and then disappears into her armour. Her eyes are red in colour, but hold a strange compassion usually unseen in vampires. Her armour is an enammeled dark green and is layered over a black dress that reaches the floor. Across her back can be seen a large curved sword with a long handle, which the other members of The Vampire Council may recognise, and secreted about her person are a myriad of knives. She also carries a staff tipped with a chunk of ruby gripped in a styalised dragon's claw. She rides a large white barded horse named Smokedance, who is a nightmare imbued with a measure of her power.
Companions: Her primary companions are Chalybs and Pyropus, a pair of Black Knights that wear steel and Bronze armour respectively, they both carry a polearm and shield. They can think independantly, and speak eloquantly. Were it not for the emptiness in their helmets, one would even think them alive. When Illirya summons a large group of undead, their ability to speak vanishes and their reasoning skills diminish, but they are still functional enough to lead this group. They are both fanatically loyal to Illiyra, having been her companions for nearly a thousand years, and have been brought back to unlife by her so many times that they are so charged with necromantic power that they can survive even if she withdraws all of her power from them. They are both skilled warriors, and Illiyra sees them as her friends as well as her serfs.
Background: When an execution squad was sent after her and Drakki after they fell in love, she threw herself in front of a bolt of pure necromantic force, which damaged much of her left side and made her seem dead. Drakki lamented her, and after slaying the Execution squad in a rage, he found a cave and placed her reverentially inside, he then caused a small landslide to hide the entrance. A century later she awoke, her natural abilities in necromancy having formed a shield that had disappated the worst of the bolt, which would have unmade her had it struck. Those same abilities had slowly rebuilt her as best they could, being unable to fix her scarring. She stayed in the cave until she sensed nightfall, then staggered to the entrance and, dicovering it blocked, screamed. When she did this, a bolt of energy arced from her and blasted apart the blockage. She blinked and staggered down the hill that the cave existed in, finding a small village at the base. She staggered into the village tavern. Immediately, every male in the tavern seemed to be seeking to help her, offering her a seat, drinks and medical aid, seemingly concerend about her scarring and bedraggled state. For a long time, she sat there quiet, then with a thought sent them all to sleep. When she had done so, she tapped each person in the bar for blood, not killing a single one. She also left a pouch of ancient gold coins on the counter that she had found on her belt and, after stealing a cloak and a horse, rode off into the night. Over the centuries, she moved from place to place, never staying long anywhere. She learned how to control her powers, how to fight, and so many other things that she had forgotten or never knew. After a long time, she stumbled across an abandoned castle hidden in a secret pass in the World's Edge Mountains. Sensing a familiar energy about the place, she strode in and looked around. When she stumbled across the throne room, she saw a young female vampire lounging on the throne, cradling a fearsome helmet in her lap and playing with a long-handled sword, both of which she recognised. She advanced on the girl, who was wearing a white robe and an amulet that once belonged to Illiyra herself, and demanded to know where Drakki was. Upon learning that he was dead, burned and his ashes scattered to the eight winds by the hand of this young creature, she flew into a rage and gripped the young vampire, who whimpered that she was Cynthia, Drakki's daughter. This softened Illiyra's rage for a moment until Cynthia tried to strike her down with a blast of necromantic power. Illiyra flew back into her fury and drove her fangs into Cynthia's neck, draining every drop of her tainted, vampiric blood, before pumping the severely weakened girl with enough power to unmake her. After discarding the useless husk, she took back her amulet and her husbands sword and rode out towards a gathering of power she felt growing stronger by the day.