Anais, Whispered Paladin [Legendary Creature]
Dec 20, 2017 22:47:18 GMT
Post by Rane Scarper on Dec 20, 2017 22:47:18 GMT
Character name: Anais (previously Lorenza Galád)
Plane of birth: Ixalan
Age: 61
Gender: Female
Creature type: Vampire Knight
Physical attributes: Though Anais shares her the pale skin and eyes common to the Legion of Dusk, her hair is a grey-white rather than the typical darker hair of the people of Torrezon. She stands at an average height and, due to the blessing of vampirism, is decently muscular. Against pirates, shapers, and warriors of the Sun Empire she dons silver and gold plate bearing the crest of the ruler of the Legion; before the Queen and her hierarchs she wears robes of white cloth. In either setting, Anais is inseparable from her blade, Whisper, an ink-black sabre from which she draws magical strength.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Color(s): White/Black
Abilities: Associated custom cards (for flavour only!): Anais, Whisper
Biography:
Thrice did High Marshal Arguel undergo the infamous Blood Fast. Like many before him, his first came directly after his turning, a forced starvation to ritually break his will before his sire. The second was voluntary -- it began in the halls of the royal citadel and ended in another city decimated, another conquest for the burgeoning Legion of Dusk. The third brought him to the shores of Ixalan, where in a fevered trance deep in the jungle he at last broke his fast and fed upon the Shaper guardian of what, as he recovered, he realized was a decrepit temple. Inside, among altars and spiked pits, lay treasures abundant. Arguel’s attention was quickly drawn to a sword of dark steel, one that seemed to hum to him when he took its hilt, one whose blade bore runes meant to channel mystical energies. Even with his training in magical arts he could not identify its purpose, and thus let it sit merely as decoration in his home.
Torrezon rejoiced in the temple’s plundered riches: enough precious metals to plate a dreadnought twice over, gems to set into cathedral ceilings, idols and artifacts to line the shelves of a hundred nobles. Arguel was celebrated for a decade.
And, of course, those of lesser significance were not. In particular, the human servants shackled to his estate and title, some of which had even accompanied him on parts of the voyage. Lorenza Galád had done nothing but clean Arguel’s manor since she was the smallest of children and her name was not uttered once more than usual. She’d not discovered the temple, but she’d helped Arguel indirectly. Yet as Torrezon flourished, her life remained monotonous, unchanged. To serve beneath a vampire was an honour, and she was better off than farmers or beggars -- she had to remind herself of that daily.
Days after the High Marshal’s return, he took Lorenza through his gilded halls, sternly directing her on how to properly dust and orient each of the artifacts he had kept for himself. The tablet was to be set engraved face toward the door, this jade dinosaur was to be mounted across the room from its twin to lend the room symmetry, the black-coloured sword was to be--
"That one shall be my wielder." They both stopped. The blade spoke. It wrenched itself from Arguel’s grasp, hovering above its would-be pedestal and arcing tendrils of smoke outward. Reminiscent of the work of Dusk Shade-Binders, but more primitive somehow. A sword infused with a spirit that whispered with a voice of primeval shadow.
"I would be honoured to wield a weapon as powerful as you," Arguel had said, "but I do not und--"
The sword interrupted him again, impatient and unflattered. "The other one. The woman. It is she I choose."
Deliberation with other nobles and the Queen herself determined the fate of the ancient weapon. Though likely it once belonged to the Sun, it would now serve the Dusk. And so, too, would Lorenza. Arguel turned the woman to ensure her loyalty, trained her, guided her. The ancient Sun Empire blade’s dark power prolonged her second blood fast, which in accordance with tradition was the first of her own volition. And as it came to what is typically a violent end, the sword’s smoky shade fed her lust for blood, quelling the rapture entirely. Lorenza had passed the rite, and took a new name: Anais, for the impossible grace she had displayed in the face of the fast’s duress.
Some among the Legion of Dusk believe the arcane sword, named Whisper by Anais, contains a simple revenant, a product of the Shade-Binders. Others hypothesise that that revenant is nothing simple; that it is Aclazotz, a prehistoric being possibly mistaken by the Sun Empire for a god of death. It matters not what those vampires believe, for it is the belief of Queen Miralda that the blade is an echo of the Immortal Sun, and if the one who wields it can shrug the limits of vampirism, then they can find the Immortal Sun and return it to Torrezon.
Now Anais and her fleet prod the shores of Ixalan and the defences of three enemy factions. Guided by Whisper, the young vampiress knows that if she can complete the centuries-long quest of her people, her discovery will be a dreadnought against Arguel’s skiff. She will be the hero of not just the Legion, but in the Age of Ever-Flowing Blood, the hero of all upon whom the vampires prey.
Plane of birth: Ixalan
Age: 61
Gender: Female
Creature type: Vampire Knight
Physical attributes: Though Anais shares her the pale skin and eyes common to the Legion of Dusk, her hair is a grey-white rather than the typical darker hair of the people of Torrezon. She stands at an average height and, due to the blessing of vampirism, is decently muscular. Against pirates, shapers, and warriors of the Sun Empire she dons silver and gold plate bearing the crest of the ruler of the Legion; before the Queen and her hierarchs she wears robes of white cloth. In either setting, Anais is inseparable from her blade, Whisper, an ink-black sabre from which she draws magical strength.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Color(s): White/Black
Abilities: Associated custom cards (for flavour only!): Anais, Whisper
Biography:
Thrice did High Marshal Arguel undergo the infamous Blood Fast. Like many before him, his first came directly after his turning, a forced starvation to ritually break his will before his sire. The second was voluntary -- it began in the halls of the royal citadel and ended in another city decimated, another conquest for the burgeoning Legion of Dusk. The third brought him to the shores of Ixalan, where in a fevered trance deep in the jungle he at last broke his fast and fed upon the Shaper guardian of what, as he recovered, he realized was a decrepit temple. Inside, among altars and spiked pits, lay treasures abundant. Arguel’s attention was quickly drawn to a sword of dark steel, one that seemed to hum to him when he took its hilt, one whose blade bore runes meant to channel mystical energies. Even with his training in magical arts he could not identify its purpose, and thus let it sit merely as decoration in his home.
Torrezon rejoiced in the temple’s plundered riches: enough precious metals to plate a dreadnought twice over, gems to set into cathedral ceilings, idols and artifacts to line the shelves of a hundred nobles. Arguel was celebrated for a decade.
And, of course, those of lesser significance were not. In particular, the human servants shackled to his estate and title, some of which had even accompanied him on parts of the voyage. Lorenza Galád had done nothing but clean Arguel’s manor since she was the smallest of children and her name was not uttered once more than usual. She’d not discovered the temple, but she’d helped Arguel indirectly. Yet as Torrezon flourished, her life remained monotonous, unchanged. To serve beneath a vampire was an honour, and she was better off than farmers or beggars -- she had to remind herself of that daily.
Days after the High Marshal’s return, he took Lorenza through his gilded halls, sternly directing her on how to properly dust and orient each of the artifacts he had kept for himself. The tablet was to be set engraved face toward the door, this jade dinosaur was to be mounted across the room from its twin to lend the room symmetry, the black-coloured sword was to be--
"That one shall be my wielder." They both stopped. The blade spoke. It wrenched itself from Arguel’s grasp, hovering above its would-be pedestal and arcing tendrils of smoke outward. Reminiscent of the work of Dusk Shade-Binders, but more primitive somehow. A sword infused with a spirit that whispered with a voice of primeval shadow.
"I would be honoured to wield a weapon as powerful as you," Arguel had said, "but I do not und--"
The sword interrupted him again, impatient and unflattered. "The other one. The woman. It is she I choose."
Deliberation with other nobles and the Queen herself determined the fate of the ancient weapon. Though likely it once belonged to the Sun, it would now serve the Dusk. And so, too, would Lorenza. Arguel turned the woman to ensure her loyalty, trained her, guided her. The ancient Sun Empire blade’s dark power prolonged her second blood fast, which in accordance with tradition was the first of her own volition. And as it came to what is typically a violent end, the sword’s smoky shade fed her lust for blood, quelling the rapture entirely. Lorenza had passed the rite, and took a new name: Anais, for the impossible grace she had displayed in the face of the fast’s duress.
Some among the Legion of Dusk believe the arcane sword, named Whisper by Anais, contains a simple revenant, a product of the Shade-Binders. Others hypothesise that that revenant is nothing simple; that it is Aclazotz, a prehistoric being possibly mistaken by the Sun Empire for a god of death. It matters not what those vampires believe, for it is the belief of Queen Miralda that the blade is an echo of the Immortal Sun, and if the one who wields it can shrug the limits of vampirism, then they can find the Immortal Sun and return it to Torrezon.
Now Anais and her fleet prod the shores of Ixalan and the defences of three enemy factions. Guided by Whisper, the young vampiress knows that if she can complete the centuries-long quest of her people, her discovery will be a dreadnought against Arguel’s skiff. She will be the hero of not just the Legion, but in the Age of Ever-Flowing Blood, the hero of all upon whom the vampires prey.