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Created on 2012-04-19 14:44:57 (#1603017), last updated 2012-04-19 (685 weeks ago)
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| Name: | Lithaema |
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| Birthdate: | Oct 18 |
ThenShe had a different name, a different life and a completely different attitude. Her family was wealthy, they got through life very well, they just needed a bit of a push and they would be set. It was all about playing your part, fulfilling your role. In a large family, a daughter who was neither here nor there was somewhat lost. She nearly found her purpose at age 17 in the form of an arranged marriage to a rich Bulgarian by the name of Robert Goranov. When he was found out as a fake, she lost her purpose again. Not long after, her magic surfaced, at the risk of tarnishing the family reputation with something ‘unnatural’. Given the choice of being sold to the black market (which was nearly a guaranteed death sentence), or running, she left with Robert and they married as planned, despite her disownment. She was utterly fascinated by him, and her sheltered little brain romanticised his every action. That was until they began to struggle. The money ran out, loansharks started hunting for Robert and their lifestyle deteriorated at a startling pace. On a particularly dark night she was attacked and, out of pure panic, turned to the magic she had all but forgotten about. That was a very important night. She nearly killed her attacker. She exercised power she hadn’t fully realised she had. There were more than a few revelations that night. It was the trigger for a series of life changing events. She killed her first man – She became a widow. She stopped being afraid – She began to be feared. She said farewell to poverty – She became reacquainted with decadence. She went from prey to predator at the age of 19. |
NowThe easiest form of black magic is blood magic. She learned this early on. It was her introduction to a form of magic that was subtle enough to be applied nearly everywhere. With it you could summon demons, read minds, harm the very basics of a body, influence others gently or outright control them. She specialised in this, but was still very much aware that she was not top of the food chain. She still had to hold some fear. Getting rid of this fear was the priority. It was the Key to a good life. That was how she came to necromancy. She didn’t like working with the dead, she was too good for it, but to discover how to avoid death, one had to understand it. Yet she knew that was not a puzzle she was capable of solving. She did know, however, how to understand people, and who to get close to. Through years allying with a series of potentially genius minds she learned a lot about a lot. In the end, it didn’t help her. They went their different ways, started fights with her (and failed) or failed in their quest for immortality. No, in the end she found it in the most obvious of places. She found it in a fairy tale. In the story of a woman who took the life of others to preserve her own. She found the source of the story, and took it for her own. That is where she is now. With a grand building, a tower, a new name and a bloodbath. |
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