Camilla Desdemona Eldosia

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GENERAL-



Name:[/b][/color] Camilla Desdemona Eldosia, also known as “Cama’Dres”
Profession: Battle strategist, pillager and highwayman
Alignment: Lawfully Evil (and decadently so!)

PHYSICAL-[/b]

Race: Halfblood (Half winterborn, Half dresari)

• Winterborn: The harsh cold of the southern continent has made the Winterborn a strong people (+5 XP to Vitality, +5 XP to Endurance), with a known knack for warfare (+5 XP to ONE Combatant Fortitude Stat). The lack of education and interaction with more educated lands, however, often shows itself outside of Sunderbran (-5 XP to Intelligence, -5 XP to Social).
  
• Dresari: Martial skills such as sword play and archery are a large part of Dresari Seran societies (+5 to Close-Armed, +7 to Extended Accuracy). Their misplaced friendly, loving demeanor gives them an enhanced social game as well (+3 to Social). Because they originate from small, secluded communities instead of large societies, they are often light on supplies and items (Additional 5 XP to purchase Basic Epics, Additional 10 for Advanced Epics).
  

Age: 105
Sex: Ambiquious; Camilla identifies as female, due to some of her more feminine characteristics.
Height: 6’8”
Weight: 325 pounds; most of it muscle, flesh and bone
Hair Color: Jet black and straight, thick and reaching down to her mid-back. Camilla’s hair is normally mussed, as if just falling out of bed.
Eye Color: Possessing red slit pupils. Upon moving closer, the eyes reveals themselves to be crimson red with a yellow slit center.
Voice Description: Deep and raucous, to the point of being annoying or inciting fights. Camilla’s able to also soften her voice to an almost soothing quality, a honeyed tone. Her singing voice is just as soothing, almost hypnotic depending on the pace of the song.
Clothing:

• Unarmed: Camilla dons a mixture of black and red. Her boots are black with red trim. There is nothing overtly decorative to them aside from this. Camilla’s wardrobe was adjusted to fit her wings and tail. Though she possesses about three different steel collars to affix her tops to. The metal of all three of these collars was forged to give the fiend plenty of space to breathe. Dark leather lines the interior of these collars as padding, special levers inside the collars needing to be pressed to release the lock that holds the metal closed.
  
  Thick chains dangle from these collars for her to hook parts of her clothing or armor to. Every one of Camilla’s shirts has reinforced armor hooks to attach to the chains on her collar. She wears trousers as is her wish, but the codpiece is in place most times, held on by dark leather underwear or a belt with fitted hooks. Camilla wears a loincloth to put a barrier between her skin and the codpiece.
  
• Armed: Ornate red trimmed bracers adorn both arms, the swirling patterns in the metal mimicking a storm at sea. Around her neck is a collar that attaches to a breastplate, again lined in red dye. The black leather she wears covers her from the midsection down to the skirt crossing her upper thighs. Oddly, though not for her, a metal codpiece is fitted in place between her thighs, black leather masking its presence.
  

Build / Complexion: Thickly muscled and limber, tanned skin
Wingspan: 16.5 feet
Tail Length: 4.5 feet
Tongue Length: 5 inches in length
Physical Description: Possessing horns that measure a full foot in length each and rise upwards from her forehead before curving backwards and ears that sweep up into points, a more than squeaky clean heritage is suspect. Her wings are also another indicator of this, as well as the spade tail she possesses. ‘Cama’Dres’, as she began calling herself, has spent much time honing the muscles in both her legs and arms, evening them all out. As a result of this, the fiend has muscularity to rival most full men and more than enough skill to back up her words. When under extreme physical stress such as pushing massive boulders or swinging thick branches, veins visibly enlarge across these muscles. She also indulges in the occasional run to burn off energy, knowing she needs to not be too heavy for flight.

Her upper body hosts few scars along with the lower half, most prominent being a scar from knife or dagger wound below the navel, which boasts either an ability to kill before being killed or quick healing expertise. Her body is topped with a feminine chest that is proportionate to her build. Her feet are adorned with pointed ‘clawlike’ nails, measuring half an inch. Her fingers have claws that can be extended to three inches in length and are retractable. Her hands and feet are thickly calloused. More likely than not this is due to her having to run barefoot and sword fighting than any other feature she might allude to.

Were she ever to stick her tongue out and she has, almost childishly, it would be noted that the organ can stretch a full five inches out of her mouth. She also sports an impressive set of fangs in her mouth.

One silver earring adorns the upper part of her left ear, and a tattoo of what looks like a circle of ouroboros is on her right shoulder.

MENTAL-

Likes:

• Combat
  
• Tangling under the sheets
  
• Swimming
  
• Flying
  
• A good meal
  
• Playing the lute

Dislikes:

• Exorcists
  
• Hunters
  
• Being kicked/kneed/headbutted in the groin
  
• Poison
  
• Bad music
  
• Unattractive women

Strengths / Skills:

• Near Herculean strength
  
• Decent running speed
  
• Attacks from the skies
  
• Musically Talented

Weaknesses:

• Overblown ego
  
• Recklessness
  
• Prone to being caught bare in bed
  
• Very visible persona
  
• Wandering syndrome
  
• Small enclosed spaces

Fears:

• Castration
  
• Having her wings clipped
  
• Being asked to support all of her offspring
  
• Small enclosed spaces
  
• Small fluffy rabbits

Personality Description:

Growing up and always having to deal with her father’s failures, Cama strove to turn herself into something far more than him. She took to the woods, at first being a petty thief on the road, one that often murdered her victims by beating them to death. Eventually, she honed these fine attributes into a decent fighting force after nearly being killed by an assassin’s dagger. She was held captive for a short time by this same assassin and used in field tactics and finding ‘marks’ from the skies.

She is not often friendly, flirtatious with people she finds attractive being almost a defining part of her…only to later use and cast these very same people aside. Cama’s smiles are never good things to see, because likely she is about to attack the person she’s grinning at. And in combat, she is unyielding and without mercy whatsoever. To get on her bad side is much akin to marking oneself for death.

Camilla looks down on her enemies, she looks down at her allies and she even looks at her own family with resentment and seems to at times like nothing more than to get either her blades or her claws bloodied.

The fiend blood can be found at times playing a stringed instrument and harmonizing with it. Her singing voice, dependent on her mood, can have an otherworldly and very attractive quality, showing signs that she is not fully of the human plane.

HISTORICAL-[/b]

Place of Birth: Liosut, Imperia
Current Residence: Nomadic.

Chosen Pantheon: The Circle of Cam.
Preferred Deity: Herself. Her ego has only grown larger over the years.

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Known Family:

• Gawain Eldosia (deceased)
  
• Unknown Mother
  
• Jericho Almados (son she has claimed, though he denies it)
  
• Angel Eldosia (daughter, 2 years old, has wings and tail as well)
  
• Tulkas (son, 20 years old, has a tail, in military somewhere)
  
• Nienna (daughter, 40 years old, looks human)

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Past History:

Camilla was never meant to be and was a result of a blending of human and devilish blood. Her father was a lackluster bard, a man in his mid-thirties and down on his luck. Leaving a show with barely enough coin to remain in his room at the inn for another two days, Gawain Eldosia decided to waste it all in drink. His life was proving itself to have little meaning. Crowds booed him before he even showed himself on the makeshift stages in some towns. He was paid to shut up.

Life was a series of one misstep after another. That night, he had a cold and had forgotten the lyrics to the song he’d written. Before that, his lute string had popped mid note. Then there was the time that he slipped on stage as he walked back and forth singing, his lute flying from his hands and smacking someone in the face, nearly blinding them. And now this… Gawain was also poorly talented at writing music. He had always been told to go and do what his heart followed. Now he wished he had never listened to the dreams of his grandfather. Now that had been a man to admire.

Drowning in his sorrows, he headed drunkenly out of the inn and through the streets. Walking had always aided him in his problems in the past. But after a few candlemarks, all he achieved was to become more inebed. He wasn’t even paying attention to where he was going and stumbled into an encampment, spilling his drink directly on the neatly written runes holding a summon in place, inadvertently releasing it. The rest, they say, is history.

Camilla left home at the age of eighteen and has been on the run ever since. She’s grown skilled in combat and blatantly walks out in the open as if nothing is wrong. She does nothing to hide her horns most of the time, relying on fear to keep people at bay.

Year 4008AoS
Summary: Most of the year was spent with the fiend roaming, finding new places to see and new people to offend. One of these was a woman who caused the fiend some significant physical pain, who later gave birth to Camilla’s youngest known child. She’d even stopped on the road and entertained herself with another bard. The two had a brief duet before the fiend went about her way. During the course of the year, she stumbled into a man who she would later claim to be her son.

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