| Lakhesis; Wandering Necromancer | |
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| The Bearded Stranger | Jul 22 2014, 10:56 PM Post #1 |
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![]() L A K H E S I S Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Gender: Female Age: 27 Occupation: Wandering Necromancer Residence: N/A APPEARANCE Height: 5'4" Weight: 98 pounds Build: Lithe and Slender Origins: Undead Race: Half Elf/Half Human Eye Colour: Grey Hair Colour: Dark Brown Complexion: Relatively pale Unique Features: Handful of scars running the length of her back; puckered teeth marks on right thigh; missing pinky and ring finger on left hand. While not a physical feature of Lakhesis herself, it should be noted that she is never without the fairly large box that she carries about, rattling faintly with every movement. Attire: Expensive fabrics and precious metals are a luxury that Lakhesis cannot afford and her daily attire reflects it. While some might garb themselves in fine silk robes, the young necromancer has opted to instead don what she can obtain for little or no coin. This has come to include a motley assortment of rags, all of varying colors and stages of decay, hanging limply about her fragile frame, most of them in shades of grey and dirt. Her "robe," if it can be called such, is stitched together with surprising skill, though the mismatched thread and scraps is apparent even from a distance. Of course, given how often she travels, living a near-constant life on the road, time and the weathered has certainly made its impact. Thus Lakhesis is constantly on the search for discarded outfits, taking what she can to make her hodgepodge uniform. She has managed to hang onto the same pair of boots for quite some time, even if there is a large hole in the sole of the right one, the cracked and weathered leather likely meant to stop mid-calf, though the large size of the shoes means they instead flop about her knees. What jewelry the mage does drape about her long neck and thin wrists is likewise obtained by happenstance. Unlike many, who goggle at glinting metal and faceted gems, her tastes are a bit more basic and down-to-earth: in a literal sense. Vertebrae adorn her wrist, tiny bird skulls clatter against her frail chest, framed by ragged feathers and broken pieces of quartz. Dried herbs usually bounce off her hip, their sickly-sweet scent hiding the otherwise dank reek of death that seems to cling to her. Most of these items are not only cosmetic but useful as well, tossed into her spells and rituals. PERSONALITY Likes: Sweets, dead things, eating, dragons. Dislikes: Battle, people, fluffy animals, booze, affection. Hobbies: Taxidermy and knitting. Also surviving. Aspirations: Survive. Fears: Failure, the inevitability of decay, enslavement, relationships. PERSONAL HISTORY In a time when many were born with the "blessing" of magic, some types were viewed more favorably than others. This was the especially poignant in the case of one half-elf, borne to a poor, wandering mother who scarcely had enough food to feed herself, let alone her child. When it became apparent that the young child was destined to become a mage it was all her mother could do to find someone to teach her. It was at a young age that Lakhesis was handed over to decrepit Mortalitasi who had fallen from grace, her mother receiving enough food and coin to send her on her way and little more. The half-elven child would grow to know neither her father nor whether or not she had siblings, even the distant memory of her mother's face fading from memory as time wore on, leaving naught but numbness and disdain in its place. Given the nature of the Mortalitasi, even those who had lost the favor of the nobles they served, it came as no surprise that the young girl was to be brought up accustomed to the death mages' particular brand of death magic, likewise adopting their traditions and views of the dead. From the ripe age of six she learned the most basic of arts, mainly how to properly mummify and prepare a corpse, along with the basics of magic. Her mentor, a worn and haggard Mortalitasi named Havaas, prone to fits of forgetfulness and outbursts of anger, was an adept enough teacher when he wasn't nursing a bottle of wine. His alcoholism led to Lakhesis's extreme disdain for the substance, especially given the fact that he was something of an angry drunkard, often taking his rage out on the child when she miscast a spell or failed to properly exhume a body. While he was not a cruel master, Lakhesis nonetheless grew to either cower in his shadow or avoid him entirely when he was drinking, the last option becoming more and more viable the older she grew. She thankfully proved adept at necromancy, finding the presence of the dead much more preferable to that of the living. She practiced nearly constantly, going so far as to experiment not only with summoning the corpses of the sentient races that walked the land but attempting with the occasional animal skeleton as well. She was not interested in gaining wealth or political prestige, preferring to remain as unnoticed as possible, even despite her master's bumbling attempts to buy or bribe his way back into power. Thankfully, it all proved for naught, all of his attempts failing dramatically, some of which Lakhesis exacerbated to the best of her abilities. Her teacher, growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of results, began to resort to more and more drastic measures, often involving Lakhesis in procedures that required a more delicate hand than his wine-soused one could provide. Often these ended in failure, whether deliberate on Lakhesis's part or simply miscalculations on both of theirs, it mattered little. Eventually they attempted what should never been done, something that Lakhesis refused ever to speak of again. She came out considerably the worse for wear, missing fingers, slashes gaping across her back, and a substantial chunk taken out of her thigh. Needless to say, her master did not come out at all. She kept partially with Mortalitasi tradition, deciding to completely strip Havaas's bones of flesh when she decided to carry his skeleton with her, partially out of desperation for the only bit of 'family' she had and partially in memorium. Macabre as it may have been, the half-elf packed her former teacher's bones into a large case and began to carry it with her, occasionally using it when the situation arose, though only as a last resort. Every once in awhile, someone would claim they saw a young woman sitting with a skeleton, conversing with it in low, hushed tones, though surely these individuals were mistaken. Either way, her journey gradually took her towards Sanctum, the mage hiding her abilities as best she could, making meager coin off of menial chores, simply intent on eating and surviving for the time being until she found whatever it was her true calling was. SKILLS
Edited by The Bearded Stranger, Jul 24 2014, 05:56 PM.
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| Faith | Jul 24 2014, 06:04 PM Post #2 |
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