Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2012 3:36:31 GMT -6
**********
GENERAL-
(credit: fanart of Succubus of Vindictus, by nagsy)
Name:[/b][/color] Ligeia
Title: -
Rank: Unblooded
Profession: Undertaker, Bard
Alignment: Lawful Evil
PHYSICAL-[/b]
Race: Judged of Nargel
Age: Much much older than she should be (Looks to be 20+)
Sex: F
Height: 5'6" (165cm)
Weight: 43Kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Ember
Voice Description: Contrary to her name, Ligeia's speaking voice is a higher baritone that gets her mistaken for a male every so often. Her singing voice is soprano range, but throatier than most.
Clothing: Black with minimum white, and fairly modest apart from the expanse of upper thigh revealed between the hems of her skirt and the top of her mid-thigh boots. When she's playing at being male Ligeia dons a lumpy robe that disguises her figure.
Build / Complexion: Lithe but still somewhat curvy, Ligeia possesses a clear and almost flawless complexion (see below)
Physical Description:
Ligeia is attractive, there's no denying it. There's a mysterious charm in her half-hidden face, while the way her hips sway as she walks emphasizes supple curves.
Intending to mimic the High Elves, Ligeia's transformation had gone awry but like any other Judged. With hair much darker than any High Elf would have, skin that is a little too pale and eyes that are slightly off-colour (they were meant to be gold) Ligeia now resembles the Irasa more than the elder race. And a disfigured Irasa that hadn't seen sunlight for some time at that. A large scar resembling that of a burn, covers most of the right side of her jaw, marring her otherwise perfect features. To hide her scar Ligeia wears a mask over the lower part of her face almost all the time, even when alone. She only ever removes it to eat or wash her face.
MENTAL-
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths / Skills:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
Personality Description:
Like all everyone else, Ligeia is a tangle of paradoxes.
She claims to see humour in almost anything, is able to crack a joke regardless of circumstance and occasionally justifies her doings as "just for fun". But she never laughs, not even when her mouth is unrestricted by the black mask she wears. Her eyes might narrow and crinkle in what seems to be a smile, but true laughter is a sound has never left her lips.
Willpower is not something that Ligeia lacks. After all, she did manage to crawl out of the Bowels of Solabren. However, Ligeia loathes getting out of her comfort zone (which itself is an uncertain thing). She is quite adept and will often run away from battle if the odds are not in her favour and if the gains are not high enough. Despite her constant mockery of Nargel and the Bowels, she does not have to guts to face them again.
But her code, if it can even be called such, is the one that truly centers her personality
Ligeia classifies everyone and everything she meets into three broad categories: 'not-ugly' makes the the bulk and is generally deemed irrelevant; 'ugly' are the ones that irritate her to the point where she seeks to eradicate them by any means necessary; while 'pretty' denotes objects and persons she finds pleasing. The first two are interchangeable, meaning that Ligeia can quite suddenly decide to poison the town she had been living harmoniously in for the past month. 'Pretty things' are much more constant, and are usually regarded so on first sight. Ligeia will do her utmost best for whatever is best for 'pretty', overriding even her loathing for 'ugly'-s. Unfortunately, all the things that she has labelled as 'pretty' so far are... dead. Dead things are just that much more attractive to her. (Nargel and her dead family included.) The fact that Ligeia won't ever say speak of her thoughts in a straightfoward manner only serves to complicate matters.
HISTORICAL-[/b]
Place of Birth: -
Current Residence: - (she doesn't stay anywhere for more than a few months)
Known Family:
Chosen Pantheon: The New Pantheon
Preferred Deity: Nargel (though it's more of an attempt to mock him than actual reverence)
Past History:
Some villians have a huge sob story waiting to be unveiled, or maybe a traumatic childhood past involving abusive parents. Others are heroes warped by circumstance and good-intentions gone horribly wrong. Then there are people like Ligeia, who simply are wrong.
Currently a Judged of Nargel, Ligeia travels around listlessly. Immersing, drowning, numbing herself with death, she works as an undertaker for periods of time at each town or hamlet. Of course, the townspeople are rarely comfortable with handing their deceased loved ones to a stranger, but many a town, the smaller ones especially, lack someone who has the stomach and willingness to face the dead day after day. Sometimes even the larger settlements lack a proper funeral parlour. And that's where she comes in. Masquerading as a man, she wanders from town to town, preparing funeral rites and prettying corpses. And she does a really good job too, in her opinion. She doesn't stay for more than a few months however.
"People in the same place tend to die the same way."
When she isn't able to find employment as an undertaker Ligeia plays the part of the jaded lovelorn bard, singing love songs that always end in tragedy. The songs are remarkably popular, since there's always a heartbroken person wherever you go.
Before her life as a wandering undertaker bard, Ligeia had been dead. She no longer remembers anything significant about the Bowels of Solabren, having unconsciously blocked out the details of her traumatising memories. That being said, Ligeia will still give you a very gory and very false description of the Bowels if prompted, just to see the asker's reaction.
She treats her travels as an extended 'last holiday', pretending that the Bowels aren't waiting for her when she does die again. It isn't so much about the pain (especially when she can't remember), as it is about the "eternity" of it. Her mind cannot grasp the limitless aspect of it, and it terrifies her.
Ligeia knows exactly why she became a Judged - everything. As a human she had died early in life, at the young age of 14. Unlike some of her peers Ligeia cannot ascribe any henious crime to her name; if she had sinned, the only sin she had committed was one of pure unadulterated hate. And maybe the death of one Shub on her head, but killing a shub wasn't a particularly wicked deed so Ligeia preferred to leave that part out.
Ligeia's original name was Helena; her new name was something she took on after death, as yet another inside joke along with her new appearance. Helena on the other hand, she regarded as an irritating name. She had found everything else of her previous life, from the blooming flowers, the bountiful harvest, her little sister's hugs, her mother's praise, the sappy love notes that she knew came from the neighbour's son, equally annoying. Despite her inner disgust at everything around her, Ligeia didn't do anything hurtful to anyone or anything. In fact she lived each day with a smile, even while cursing without stop silently in her heart.
The turning point came one of the festivals the small settlement she came from was just beginning. Hating the festival just like she hated everything else, Ligeia had dragged her heels, remaining further away from the gathering area. Then with little warning large Shub had attacked the people who were gathered in a cluster before the usual central fire could be lit, quickly overpowering any resistance. Ligeia may say that she no longer remembers what happened, but the truth she can recall every single detail, right down to the expression each person had as they died, as well as the little tingly feeling she had in heart watching the Shub go after its prey. She recalled standing by and simply watching as one person after another went down.
Then, the Shub turned its attention to her. Instinctively Ligeia ran, and the Shub pursued. The showdown took place within her home; Ligeia using a lit firewood to do battle with the Shub. Armed with the advantage of the fire Ligeia managed to cause significant damage to the creature, but in the process lighted parts of her home on fire too. Soon both she and the Shub were caught within an inferno; Ligeia tried to flee the burning wreckage that had been a neat house moments ago, to Bowels with the Shub. She was able to get out, but was covered almost completely in burns of the third and fourth degree. By then most of her nerves had already been frayed away, and as she crawled out into the streets, her body slid into shock, and then death. The last thing she remembers of life is the sensation of rain.
Site History:
**********[/b]
GENERAL-
(credit: fanart of Succubus of Vindictus, by nagsy)
Name:[/b][/color] Ligeia
Title: -
Rank: Unblooded
Profession: Undertaker, Bard
Alignment: Lawful Evil
PHYSICAL-[/b]
Race: Judged of Nargel
- +15 to Vitality
- +5 to Endurance
- -10 to Social
- Ethereal Resilience
- Netherworldly Physicality
- Reconstitution
- Vitality reduced 50% in battle against holy persons
- Cannot enter holy sanctuaries
- Please check Inventory & Statistics for more info
Age: Much much older than she should be (Looks to be 20+)
Sex: F
Height: 5'6" (165cm)
Weight: 43Kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Ember
Voice Description: Contrary to her name, Ligeia's speaking voice is a higher baritone that gets her mistaken for a male every so often. Her singing voice is soprano range, but throatier than most.
Clothing: Black with minimum white, and fairly modest apart from the expanse of upper thigh revealed between the hems of her skirt and the top of her mid-thigh boots. When she's playing at being male Ligeia dons a lumpy robe that disguises her figure.
Build / Complexion: Lithe but still somewhat curvy, Ligeia possesses a clear and almost flawless complexion (see below)
Physical Description:
Ligeia is attractive, there's no denying it. There's a mysterious charm in her half-hidden face, while the way her hips sway as she walks emphasizes supple curves.
Intending to mimic the High Elves, Ligeia's transformation had gone awry but like any other Judged. With hair much darker than any High Elf would have, skin that is a little too pale and eyes that are slightly off-colour (they were meant to be gold) Ligeia now resembles the Irasa more than the elder race. And a disfigured Irasa that hadn't seen sunlight for some time at that. A large scar resembling that of a burn, covers most of the right side of her jaw, marring her otherwise perfect features. To hide her scar Ligeia wears a mask over the lower part of her face almost all the time, even when alone. She only ever removes it to eat or wash her face.
MENTAL-
Likes:
- Pretty things.
- Jokes (Irony, Satire and Parody in particular)
- Dead people
- Songs (but she's incredibly picky)
Dislikes:
- Pain
- Repetition
- Nargel (it's complicated)
- Shubs
Strengths / Skills:
- Extensive Knowledge of Death
In part due to the unique relationship she has with Death, and the fact that she surrounds herself with it. You name the method death; she knows exactly how to go about achieving it, how long it takes to kill, how much pain it causes before the vitcim is dead and how the corpse will be from 1 second to 1 year later. Conversely, give her a carcass and she'll be able to tell you its life story (almost), or at the very least, how it died. In very graphic detail. - Alchemy
From harvesting, mixing to application, Ligeia knows her poisons and she knows them well. - Extremely High Tolerance for Pain
You would too, if you had been writhing in the Bowels of Solabern before coming back into the land of the living. What these mere mortals come up with child's play in comparision. This being said, Ligeia isn't a masochist; she doesn't like pain and does her best to avoid it just like most other people. - Hard to Kill
An understatement, to say the least. Between her high levels of vitality, endurance and willpower, her physical form is harder than most to destroy. - Humorous
For someone who is essentially dead and sentenced to an eternity of suffering, Ligeia is surprisingly cheerful and upbeat. Her sense of humour might not be to everyone's taste, however. - Musicality (Singing & Lyre-playing)
As a bard, Ligeia can hold her own pretty well. Her repertoire consists of only sad songs, however, be it war songs or ballads about love.
Weaknesses:
- Poor sense of taste
Ligeia can tell the difference between sour and spicy, but try talking about the subtle difference between salt and freshwater fish and she'll start looking weirdly at you. Ligeia is no connoisseur, she knows it, and she's just a little bit irritated by it. - Extremely...subjective sense of smell
The smell of death in all its forms and stages are delightful, representing little puzzles for her to decipher. Her mask, while shielding her from immediate harm due to toxic gases, also keeps most smells and odors at bay, making her rather slow in reacting to such changes. - Socially Inept
It's something she cannot control, her impulsive desire to tell lies and give snide remarks. As a result Ligeia can be quite taxing to be around, especially if you don't share her sense of humour. - Mentally Unstable
It usually manifests itself in the form of inappropriate jokes that are sometimes at everyone's expense, including herself. Occasionally Ligeia may also take sudden actions that are apparently without any regard at all for her own welfare.
Fears:
- Eternity
- Nargel (the deity itself; motifs don't scare her in the least)
- Large fires
Personality Description:
Like all everyone else, Ligeia is a tangle of paradoxes.
Upbeat :: Melancholy
She claims to see humour in almost anything, is able to crack a joke regardless of circumstance and occasionally justifies her doings as "just for fun". But she never laughs, not even when her mouth is unrestricted by the black mask she wears. Her eyes might narrow and crinkle in what seems to be a smile, but true laughter is a sound has never left her lips.
Determined :: Cowardly
Willpower is not something that Ligeia lacks. After all, she did manage to crawl out of the Bowels of Solabren. However, Ligeia loathes getting out of her comfort zone (which itself is an uncertain thing). She is quite adept and will often run away from battle if the odds are not in her favour and if the gains are not high enough. Despite her constant mockery of Nargel and the Bowels, she does not have to guts to face them again.
But her code, if it can even be called such, is the one that truly centers her personality
A Liar who loves Pretty Things.
Ligeia classifies everyone and everything she meets into three broad categories: 'not-ugly' makes the the bulk and is generally deemed irrelevant; 'ugly' are the ones that irritate her to the point where she seeks to eradicate them by any means necessary; while 'pretty' denotes objects and persons she finds pleasing. The first two are interchangeable, meaning that Ligeia can quite suddenly decide to poison the town she had been living harmoniously in for the past month. 'Pretty things' are much more constant, and are usually regarded so on first sight. Ligeia will do her utmost best for whatever is best for 'pretty', overriding even her loathing for 'ugly'-s. Unfortunately, all the things that she has labelled as 'pretty' so far are... dead. Dead things are just that much more attractive to her. (Nargel and her dead family included.) The fact that Ligeia won't ever say speak of her thoughts in a straightfoward manner only serves to complicate matters.
HISTORICAL-[/b]
Place of Birth: -
Current Residence: - (she doesn't stay anywhere for more than a few months)
Known Family:
- Mother (deceased)
- Father (deceased)
- Younger sister (deceased)
Chosen Pantheon: The New Pantheon
Preferred Deity: Nargel (though it's more of an attempt to mock him than actual reverence)
Past History:
Some villians have a huge sob story waiting to be unveiled, or maybe a traumatic childhood past involving abusive parents. Others are heroes warped by circumstance and good-intentions gone horribly wrong. Then there are people like Ligeia, who simply are wrong.
Currently a Judged of Nargel, Ligeia travels around listlessly. Immersing, drowning, numbing herself with death, she works as an undertaker for periods of time at each town or hamlet. Of course, the townspeople are rarely comfortable with handing their deceased loved ones to a stranger, but many a town, the smaller ones especially, lack someone who has the stomach and willingness to face the dead day after day. Sometimes even the larger settlements lack a proper funeral parlour. And that's where she comes in. Masquerading as a man, she wanders from town to town, preparing funeral rites and prettying corpses. And she does a really good job too, in her opinion. She doesn't stay for more than a few months however.
"People in the same place tend to die the same way."
When she isn't able to find employment as an undertaker Ligeia plays the part of the jaded lovelorn bard, singing love songs that always end in tragedy. The songs are remarkably popular, since there's always a heartbroken person wherever you go.
"Everything ends in a tragedy."
Before her life as a wandering undertaker bard, Ligeia had been dead. She no longer remembers anything significant about the Bowels of Solabren, having unconsciously blocked out the details of her traumatising memories. That being said, Ligeia will still give you a very gory and very false description of the Bowels if prompted, just to see the asker's reaction.
The Bowels eh? Nargel was pretty handsome...
She treats her travels as an extended 'last holiday', pretending that the Bowels aren't waiting for her when she does die again. It isn't so much about the pain (especially when she can't remember), as it is about the "eternity" of it. Her mind cannot grasp the limitless aspect of it, and it terrifies her.
"Nargel has no redemption for me.
I am sentenced to Eternity either way."
I am sentenced to Eternity either way."
Ligeia knows exactly why she became a Judged - everything. As a human she had died early in life, at the young age of 14. Unlike some of her peers Ligeia cannot ascribe any henious crime to her name; if she had sinned, the only sin she had committed was one of pure unadulterated hate. And maybe the death of one Shub on her head, but killing a shub wasn't a particularly wicked deed so Ligeia preferred to leave that part out.
Objectively speaking I'm pretty innocent.
Ligeia's original name was Helena; her new name was something she took on after death, as yet another inside joke along with her new appearance. Helena on the other hand, she regarded as an irritating name. She had found everything else of her previous life, from the blooming flowers, the bountiful harvest, her little sister's hugs, her mother's praise, the sappy love notes that she knew came from the neighbour's son, equally annoying. Despite her inner disgust at everything around her, Ligeia didn't do anything hurtful to anyone or anything. In fact she lived each day with a smile, even while cursing without stop silently in her heart.
Amazing, how irritating everything was when I was still alive.
The turning point came one of the festivals the small settlement she came from was just beginning. Hating the festival just like she hated everything else, Ligeia had dragged her heels, remaining further away from the gathering area. Then with little warning large Shub had attacked the people who were gathered in a cluster before the usual central fire could be lit, quickly overpowering any resistance. Ligeia may say that she no longer remembers what happened, but the truth she can recall every single detail, right down to the expression each person had as they died, as well as the little tingly feeling she had in heart watching the Shub go after its prey. She recalled standing by and simply watching as one person after another went down.
I think I may have had laughed a little.
Then, the Shub turned its attention to her. Instinctively Ligeia ran, and the Shub pursued. The showdown took place within her home; Ligeia using a lit firewood to do battle with the Shub. Armed with the advantage of the fire Ligeia managed to cause significant damage to the creature, but in the process lighted parts of her home on fire too. Soon both she and the Shub were caught within an inferno; Ligeia tried to flee the burning wreckage that had been a neat house moments ago, to Bowels with the Shub. She was able to get out, but was covered almost completely in burns of the third and fourth degree. By then most of her nerves had already been frayed away, and as she crawled out into the streets, her body slid into shock, and then death. The last thing she remembers of life is the sensation of rain.
A hero's death, I say.
Site History:
**********[/b]
