Altariel Bloodroses Character Card

[Praetor 1548]

Altariel Culurien BloodRose

Nicknames: Selenia Melenia (Second Identity name) Alty, Altariel, BloodRose, Mistress.

Age: 137 (Immortal now)

Gender: Female

Race: Fjarriauga / Frost Witch

Status: Alive

Description

Height: About 5.5ft or 1.70m

Weight: 121 lbs

Body Type: Slim, petite.

Eyes: Glowing blue.

Hair: Dark red.

Skin: Pale grey.

Markings/Tattoos: No Tatoos, but a small scar on her neck, running around it.

Health: In good health, she has no real sicknesses or health problems.

Personality: Very arrogant and haughty, rather clever and she can stay cool under pressure, but breaks under pain and torture. She is quite heartless and care very little for most people, but holds much love for the few people she loves. She holds little value for honor, and loves learning. She is very power hungry.

Inventory: A crystal knife she was given by her Master many years ago. A small booklet where she can take notes, a pouch with assorted items going from poison to bandages.

Further Details: None.

Life Style

Alignment*: Chaotic Evil

Deity*: Atheist

Religion: None.

Alliance/Nation/HomeShe lives in Salvus, her alliance is to herself and a bit to Kyral, but not to the Nation of Salvus.

Job/Class: She has no real job, but leads a Crime Guild.

Title(s): Mistress.

Profession(s): None, she could farm, and was a good herbalist and healer in her old days, and could probably become one once again if she tried.

Special Skill(s): She is rather good with a dagger, and is quite good with her Magical powers, Fjarriauga magic. She also has some talent with seduction and deception. She is also an exceptional actress, and can act many roles with ease.

Flaw(s): She is sometimes quite hot-headed and will jump into situations that could cause her harm. She is much too arrogant for her own good, and considers herself above the law, breaking any law she wishes. She also has a low pain threshold and can give into torture easily. She also holds great value in her life and will not hesitate to make another die so she may survive.

Magic*

Current Status: Able to perform.

Arch-type: Dark Magic

Sub-Type: Fjarriauga

Rank: Member (?)

Weakness(es): She can loose her ability to perform spells when distracted.

Strength(s): When she is focused, she is quite good at what she does.

Current Spell(s): /

Weaponry

Fighting Style: She bases herself on speed and magic over brute strength.

Preferred Weapon: Her own dagger and Fjarriauga magic.

Favored Weapon: Her dagger, sometimes a short sword.

Archery: She can shoot, but doesn’t use a bow very much at all and isn’t vert skilled at it.

Biography

Parents: (Forgot the names) Both Wood elves in the Forests of Laurelin in Aegis.

Siblings: None

Children: None, she is barren following an event where she removed her own child from her stomach.

Extended Family: Menarra BlackRose, her wife. Aster The Risen, her husband who is deceased.

Pet(s): Kyral :3 (I kid)

History

-----Some one-hundred and twenty years ago an elven girl was born. She was like any other little elven child except for the fact that she was not born in Laurelin, or another big city! No she was born in a small two hut community in the outskirts of Malinor territory.

She lived with her mother Aesfala and her father Bergilmir. In the other hut, you could find her parents friends and their newborn son Castelmìtr. Now most elves knew nothing of this little "village" and those who did took little interest in it. If they had known more about them, they might have looked upon them with more interest.

For Aesfaloth and Bergilmir were exceptionally skilled in the magical art of healing.

"But enough talk about that! You want to hear about the girl, don't you? Well...."

Her parents were overjoyed when Aesfaloth gave birth and called their daughter Altariël in honor of their ancestors. As she grew older she took great interest in plants and healing sharpening her arts and wit loving to spend time in nature, reading or writing. She was also an extremely timid person rarely going into contact with other people than her family or their friends. In the same year as Altariël's family the other one also had a child, a boy called Castelmìtr. He was impetuous adventurous and outgoing. Being the polar opposite of Altariël he naturally fell in love with her, a love that she returned after a time.

One day when both of them had reached the age of 120 and had been lovers for a long time, Castelmìtr convinced Altariël to come with him on a trip in the wilds. For many days they traveled enjoying each others company and the wild beauty of the lush, green forests. Sleeping with only the stars as their roof and each other's bodies to keep warm the night. Altariël had rarely felt so happy in her life t'was like a dream. But like all dreams, it had to end.

And one day as they were walking peacefully through a meadow holding hands and talking of their future, they heard a thumping sounds. Suddenly an arrow pierced Castelmìtr's heart, taking his life before he hit the ground. Altariël screamed in fright and despair knowing that there was no hope for her love and that he was already dead. But she abruptly stopped when a blunt arrows flew through the air knocking her into merciful unconsciousness.

When she woke up she was attached to a tree and a few feet away four rugged and ragged looking men sat around a fire. "Well looky here, look like elfy woke up! Time to have some fun!" said one of them as he grinned at her his eyes running over her graceful shape greedily.

The man walked up to her and slapped her laughing as Altariël cried out in pain. he then pulled her up close to him, his hands squeezing her arms roughly.

She shuddered as she smelled his rancid breath on her face and felt his rough dirty hands upon her skin this quickly followed by a whimper of fear. By now the other men had grouped around her and were smiling evilly. Bolstered by the encouragements of his comrades the first man who was in fact called Fergus growled "Time to see what elfy here is capable of."

As he started to take his belt off, a shadow appeared behind the men, and in a flash of silver three heads flew to the ground, landing with dull thuds on the bare earth. A cloaked figure stepped from the shadows and slipped smoothly up to the terrified Fergus slipping by Altariël who was petrified with fear. In a quick movement he smashed his fist into Fergu's jaw, breaking it and sending him flying into the tree behind him where he slouched down to it's roots. The stranger softly moved to the cringing figure and in one practiced smooth movement, he drew a knife and slashed in a vertical line through the bandit's abdomen finishing with a small twist. It was a perfect movement executed with surgical precision, the unfortunate Fergus would take hours to die.

He slipped off his hood, revealing a handsome but scared face with rounded ears. As he crouched down next to Altariël she recoiled in fright. He smiled kindly at her his eyes seeming to glow with warmth and kindness "Don't worry miss, not all of us humans are like those idiots." He casually stabbed Fergus in the groin and as he screamed in pain said :"Oh shut up you, you should be grateful, I finally put something hard in between your legs."

Altariël looked around fearfully at the headless bodies then at the smiling man, somehow she did not think the he would hurt her but she was so lost...her love had been killed she had almost ben raped and she was terrified out of her wits. As the man asked kindly if he could remove her bonds she nodded hesitantly looking at him the fear obvious in her eyes. Once she was free he got up and said "I shall stay no longer ma'am, food is in the pack there, and clothes too if ever you are around Laurelin and need some help...ask around for Issbaner." He grins kindly then melts into the shadows, leaving Altariël to her own dark misery.

For months she erred across the wilds, rarely coming close to big cities and even more rarely going in them. As she tried to forget and move on...

And she managed to do that and once terror and death struck Aegis down she fled like all others hiding in one of the smallest ships trying to keep as much to herself as possible, scared and lonely. Once she set foot on Asulon she instantly left the presence of all other humanoid beings running into the wilds to find a place where she could be in peace alone with nature, animals and herself.

She set up a small homestead alone, a small vegetable garden behind her small cozy hut. And there she stayed for eight years happy and content, not needing anything more than what she already had.

But as it had to happen one day as she was wandering farther than she usually did, she got lost and could not find her way back to her hut she cried and wept, stumbling about wildly through the trees unconsciously going farther and farther from it and nearer and nearer to Malinor.

And so it is that one day, starving and bedraggled she stumbled upon Elandriel itself. She looked around fearfully as she entered it for never had she seen such great trees, even in Old Malinor. As she walked along a small path weakly her stomach grumbling loudly she suddenly looked up seeing a young elven man, clean shaved and well dressed. And that is how she met Jeerin Aldealon, her first love with whom she stayed for some time, until tragedy hit her and once again her life was filled with fear and terror.

For during ten years, she was captured and enslaved by a group of bandits, who mistreated badly fed, abused and brutalized her. For ten years she lived in pain and absolute terror most of the time barely alive, hoping, praying to all existing gods for death for the embrace of darkness to sweep away her pain like a speck of dust, and give her peace....But it did not come...and she "lived" on if you may call it a life.

But she was not done yet, for she was to be given another chance. One day 10 years after her capture a tired guard, just having used her for a job left the door open in distraction. She took this chance, and slipped through her cell door, stumbling weakly along her legs barely supporting her thin body. She grabbed an old sack as she limped by and by incredible luck made it out, surviving.

And that is how she escaped, making it back to the Wyvern Sanctuary, weak exhausted and sick.

For two years she recovered, slowly trying to forget what had happened. Unsuccessfully. And when she found Jeerin once more she could not look at him the same way, for he was en element of her past a dark past she did not want to remember, even for it's lighter moments. And she left him escaping her ghosts wandering around the lands slowly, not seeing many people or talking to those she met.

Sadly once again fate struck her, and as she was wandering down a road, leaving the calm city of Salvus she ran into an old friend whom she had known for many years. Sadly it seemed like he was not the friend he said he was and he deceived her, bringing her to a lonely place and horribly torturing her, gashing her leg deeply mutilating her feet and beating her face roughly, before heartlessly abandoning her in the wilds to die. But once again luck hit and she survived, crawling to Salvus painfully. There she was found by the second man of her life, Lorethos Basileus. He healed her bloodied and wounded body and cared for her seeming more caring to her than anyone else she had ever met. She took an immediate liking to him and after some time they became "lovers" though he never confessed his love for her, for he had none. He cared greatly but could not say he loved. And this is why little by little she started to believe he was simply using her.

In a tragic decision of the gods it was fated that bad luck would follow her around and once again it swooped down on her like a fell shadow of doom. It came upon her in the shape of an orc who chained her and abducted her, making her his pet in the orc lands. But by some unfathomable luck she was found by a goblin while chained and he freed her, helping her run away from that horrid place. While she escaped new ideas started to form in her head, she knew now that men and males were not to be trusted, that females were purer, kinder and people who she thought she should love over males.

After this incident and a couple more minor adventures of sorts she found a true friend named Lillith, she cared for Altariel and took her under her wing trying to heal the wounds of her past lovingly and caringly. And while Altariel started to have more than friendly thoughts about her she said nothing, for Lillith was already married. Secretly, she also expected her luck to not last, that she would be caught again and that the pain would come once more. This thought slowly turned her sour she became less friendly or generally kind her eyes hardening slowly as she started to feel resentful towards the world, her anger against the world in general slowly growing.

After a while and some serious thinking, she decided to leave Lillith for some time and travel on her own a bit, her anger had not abated and she had become sourer not as polite, or as kind. She would no more smile to most people and she held a deep distrust for most males.

During her travels while she was wandering along the docks of Normandor, she ran into a strangely familiar person. She knew him as Blue, his name was Aster. When she met him they talked for a short while and he asked her to come with him for he was building something and wondered if she wanted to help.

Her first instinct was to instantly refuse…but she suddenly had an inspiration, an idea. She would NOT run anymore, she would show she could go somewhere, and not tremble like a leaf in the morning breeze. And so she followed him for some time but nothing came of it and she left after a short while, relieved and more confident.

Yet once again luck failed her, for as she wandered the wilds some time after, thinking of the kiss exchanged with Lillith, she saw him again and he accosted her. After some talk to her horror she saw him draw his axe and before she had time to react or scream, he smashed it against her head violently knocking her out…And so he captured her and with her forced help started to build a massive tower for himself.

Through her capture he beat her many, many times but would show her rare moments of kindness and as such she hated and feared him. But she also adored him for the moments of kindness. He slowly twisted her his words slipping into her mind like dark tentacles infecting her thoughts. She slowly began to believe it was true, that she had been abandoned that the world was cruel, that it was everybody's fault she suffered, that she was Forsaken…He starved her for long moments during her slavery and would start by force-feeding her human flesh. She would retch, vomit and cry her heart filled with disgust at what she was doing but slowly her hunger took over and her humanity lost. Once she no longer needed the meat to survive, she would keep taking it, for she had now taking a liking to it. But she was sad and alone. Everyday she would curl up and cry away from the darkness surrounding her and try to dream of better days…Sadly she could see none, for her mind had twisted each moment…Jeerin and Lorethos has used her for her beauty and Lillith only wished to help her to further her outside image. She could think of no other moment when she had been happy and her hate slowly grew, slowly oh so slowly, she developed a deep hatred for the outside world. Many things happened during these short months, she developed a sense of uncaring for most people, concentrating on her own comfort and survival. This mixed with her growing hate made a dangerous cocktail turning her into a cruel person, who would simply hurt others to extract her revenge.

Time passed and she lost her hate for Aster she began to adore him, because she saw him as a strong unbreakable barrier with the outside world she had come to hate. She didn’t hate him for beating her anymore for she felt that if he hit her it was that she deserved it, as he only hit her when she made a mistake. Like the time she had spilled a bag of rocks on him. But then he would also show rare signs of kindness and she fought for those moments when she could hear a compliment slip from his lips or a smile touch his face, even for a mere second. These were great moments of pride for her when he actually cared for a moment about her. But now and again she would think clearly for a moment and look back at the times she had had as free person. While she knew many of them had not been good, she would sometimes think that maybe that was better than what she was going through now. Then she would shake her head quickly and banish the thoughts from her mind stealing it and remembering all the wrong that had been done to her and how all of the outside world would pay. For she barely cared if many had done nothing wrong now she only wanted them to suffer, to suffer like she had. And when her thoughts turned into these regions she would ponder about how she would make people suffer.

Many, many years passed and Altariel fell madly in love with her master, Aster. And he loved her in return. Only a couple years after she had been caught by Aster he caught another woman, a dark elf by the name of Menarra. She was wilder than Altariel but as time passed she also fell under the “spell” of Aster, and they all three loved each other. Some 7 years after Altariels capture they married and lived together in three great stone towers far off from most known cities.

Now through time Altariel had changed, she had become much colder to strangers and other people, but much gentler with those she loved: Aster and Menarra. T’was as if all the kindness that was left in her cold heart had focused upon them and them only, and all the hate in her heart had spread and grown, forcing itself upon all those she knew not.

As time passed, she lived many things with her husband and wife, for while she had not known this for a long time her husband had some “infamy”. They were all three hired to help with removing the bandits from Skravia and with the renewed reputation and importance she had gained, she grew quite arrogant. Years flew by, and her love for her master (( and Husband)) and her wife only strengthened, as well as he cruelty to other and her arrogance.

And she lived “happily” for a long time in her stone keep with the two only beings she loved...but this was not made to last.

One day she left to go on a hunting trip as she liked to call them, and find another intelligent being to eat. She stayed very long out of her home, enjoying the loneliness she so rarely was able to obtain. But when she returned, it was to find a horrible site, that scared her mind permanently.

She found her masters body, ripped apart and bloodied on the ground, his study covered in gore. She stood there, horror-stricken for many minutes before letting out a heart-rending wail, and falling to her knees. All the memories she had of times shared with him were flashing in front of her eyes, as if in a vain attempt to hide what she was seeing and flood it with her old happyness.

She relived the moments of pleasure she had shared with him in their own bed, the moment of love where she had sat in his lap, hugging him and sleeping softly...And yet nothing could mask what she was seeing, and with a huge effort she pulled away from the horrendous site, and ran off. She had to run for she could not stay and look at this without going insane.

For many weeks she searched for Menarra, her wife. Sadly, she never found her. Altariel assumed she had died with her beloved husband and felt her heart slowly shatter under the weight of such grief. She slowly slipped into seclusion...Unable to stay in her towers alone with the bloodied corpse of her love she moved to a small fortified house they had owned in the outskirts of Skravia.

She stayed there for some time. First she was unstable, and fell into many fits of rage and fury, screaming mindlessly and beating walls. She had had her heart torn out of her chest and offered to her on a silver platter, it was almost more than she could bare. But she slowly calmed down, while she knew she could never accept this and knew that the grief would always be there, clawing at her heart she entered a passive state of acceptance.

Through the months she slowly climbed the ladder once more and rose above her sorrow. But it was not gone, far from that. She kept it hidden under lock and key in her heart and that is how it was going to stay for the rest of her life if she had any say. She grew increasingly arrogant and sour, becoming nastier and nastier with the common passer bye.

And so she stayed like this for many years, a small shape of arrogance and cruelty wandering the roads in search of prey, or simply looking to spread chaos.

Until one day as Altariel was wandering along the roads close to the Cloud Temple. She had fed very recently and was on a full stomach of warm elven flesh, her lips and teeth still tinged dull red. One might almost say she was in a good mood actually.

As she walked, another woman walked up to her. While Altariel did not know her, she felt that there was some strange tie between them and she could simply see this woman was a bit different from the common little human girl or female elf.

Now Altariel treated her with the disdain she held for most and every thing she saw until she started acting strange towards Altariel. She would start talking about having the same culinary “tastes” as Altariel which quite surprised our poor Altariel, always having been one of the very rare to feed on intelligent beings flesh.

It became even more confusing for Altariel as the woman asked if she was one of her daughters, a certain person named Glaewen. Now Altariel was getting rather impatient and annoyed, she began to snap at the woman and as he anger rose, she became nasty. She could almost feel an affinity to this woman, and she was scared of it for she did not want to become attached to someone once more.

Suddenly the woman put her hand on her shoulder, and it was icy cold and freezing. Altariel let out a small yelp but did not move, only turning to look at the woman with a cocked eyebrow and a curious expression for she was used to strange beings, after all her husband had been one. Her facial expression flickered for a moment as she remembered him before quickly casting the thought of him out her mind. “What do you want?” She asked to the woman in a voice almost as cold as the others touch.

“I could offer you great power and magic..Do you know that?” The stranger murmured to her. “But it would have it’s downfalls as well…”

Altariel hesitated for a moment for she was not one who usually followed a stranger blindly into something...but this woman and her freezing touch and many resemblances to Altariel herself...She couldn’t help but feel attracted to her. After a moment she nodded slowly, paying little attention the downsides of this magic. “Do it..I want it.”

She heard a small snicker, and a freezing sensation flared from her neck making her vision go blue for a small moment and spreading an aura of dizziness throughout her body. She took a couple steps forward, her feet unsteady and beads of sweat trickling down her brow. Faintly she heard the woman say “Send me a bird when this is done.” But the words barely registered then and she wandered off aimlessly, her hands hanging limply by her side…

She transformed into a Frost Witch shortly after, and gained the power she had always wished for.

Many things happened to her after this, and many events changed her life forver, namely meeting Kyral Hightower and becoming her secret lover.

Or creating a crime guild which brought her back much profit…

((I can’t remember it all, and frankly don’t have the energy to write a whole story for her again. :P))

Artwork

::WARNING:: Might be considered Nsfw by some people, is rather skimpy.