User:Calice

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Name: Calice Asheni Greenfae, now Lydia Pyress
Age: Unknown
Born in: Sage
Race: Elf (Technically a High Elf)
Class: Necromancer
Sub-Class(s): Pyromancer, Electromancer, Carnomancer
Build: Athletic, curvacious
Eyes: Blue/Grey
Hair: Light brown, wavy, waist-length, highlighted with gold
Height: 5'9" (174cm)
Weight: 135lbs
Status: Dead(??) and risen as the being Lydia
Alignment: Chaotic Good/Neutral
Deity(s): Corellon, Orcus, Lunitari, Rudra, Ygorl

History

Queen Calenrohil bore only two children; the last being a girl whom was born on a bitter winter night inside the comfort of the royal palace. All in attendance of the delivery were forever sworn to secrecy under the name of Lauria, and by command of the Sylvn king - the world could never know that its beloved queen had committed adultery and bourne a child from such a union.

The king strove to remain cold-hearted, meaning to have the child taken away and disposed of, but as he held the newborn and the girl opened her large grey eyes and sleepily wrapped her small hand around one of his fingers, he found that he could not. Instead, against the king's advisor's relentless objections, the baby was given to a mere chambermaid and grew up as a commoner underneath the watchful eyes of both the council and her mother.

Soon the nobles began to fight amongst themselves over Calice's existence. If word should ever get out about the girl, the public would demand that the king recognize her as a legitimate heir, knowing that the king's son was a sickly child that could never survive long enough to reach adulthood, leaving none in line to the crown after his passing. Some of them saw this opening as a chance for reformation, a new era of hope; others would take the opportunity to bring themselves to power.

Stress began to compound upon his majesty, with word of civil war whispering in his ears. In an attempt to remain control of his quickly crumbling empire, both he and his wife traveled to the Xalious mountains and left Calice in the care Oriyan, a teacher of sorcery and master of Mage Tower. Explanation for why the king and queen chose this hideaway is still unknown, but it is suspected that Oriyan was previously a trusted councilman that they felt would protect the precious elleth should the situation turn from bad to worse.

And it did. War broke out from her departure, ending with the murder of Calenrohil thereafter. And so the mighty Sylvan empire, after ages of rule, fell into ruin, with it taking everything Calice Asheni Greenfae had ever known and held dear.

Calice threw herself into all that Oriyan had to teach, using magicks as a refuge and a way to gain self-worth. The girl was a sponge for knowledge, remembering every spell with stunning accuracy that even the old mage himself had to admit was beyond his own skill level. But he feared for her, for so drawn was she to the darker side of of the art that he believed she would become lost in it, forever tainted. But Calice remained resilient to it's evils, adapting the use of Necromancy as the other, unexplored side of nature's religion.

Years passed, and between them the elleth grew into an astounding beauty, shadowing all previous legends and even surpassing her own mother. Eyes followed her everywhere she turned, the instinct of all males recognizing her as either their darkest fantasy or, perhaps their worst nightmare. But she was neither, for once they found out that she could manipulate corpses at her will all interest faded quickly, leaving her to conjure up the company of the dead instead.

Calice trained herself further in the ways of the blade and arrow in the Elven Camps of Sage. Like with other things before, she quickly grasped the concept and excelled in the art; she was swift and sure-footed, with sharp eyes and a skillful wrist. It was there, as she lived amongst her own kind, that she learned that she would never become accepted by them. There was no obvious difference between Calice and other elleths, but there seemed to be a recognizable darkness that surrounded her and made them feel uneasy. She stayed no longer than needed, and left after she mastered what she came for.

When she came across a village during an exploration of the harsh wilderness of Rynvale, they mistook her for a ranger. "Please, my lady! The dragon Gurin, to the north has set ablaze an entire city above us! We know not what to do!" a woman cried out to her, even going so far as to grasp the elleth's tunic in her desperation. Calice could practically feel the raw fear radiating from the entire town, and she knew it would be a magnet for all predators. They loved it when panic swept through their prey - made them easier to kill. But Calice did not fear death; in fact, she made a habit of becoming quite comfortable with it on a daily basis. With a reassurance to the crowd around her that she would do her best to protect them, she set off to what she knew would surely be her doom. In the end, fire rained down from the mountains and an unnatural wave of thunder struck in the early morning skies. Screams of pain and beastly cries echoed down, until finally there was absolute silence.

As a bleeding, nearly defeated Calice speared an arrow through the soft underside of a silver dragon's belly, she felt it's spirit scream as it was released from its fleshy prison. Bregos, her very first undead creaton, ca-cawed in her victory over the slain beast and landed neatly on it's horns. The gods had gifted her with this crow as a messenger between worlds for her service to the dead, but now they bestowed another gift and bound the dragon's soul forever in servitude to her, in payment for her extraordinary kindess and bravery.

Time passed and Calice only seemed to grow in strength, leaving every battle she encountered victorious and all of Hollow whispering over the brutal, and often times unnecessary, death that met her opponents. Inside her grew a need, an unquenchable thirst to prove herself worthy of respect. Those who could not give her this and challenged her met the end of her blade, or were mercilessly crushed after a summoning of Gurin. Though not at all cruel by nature, after many attempts to remain peaceful and out of the way the young elleth found out that in order to properly survive in society, one had to kill those who even tread upon their toes.

Description

Her skin is flawless like porcelain, and seems to have a healthy, radiant glow despite it's paleness. Unlike most common elleths, Calice was graced with the dark hair of the early Sylvan elves, of which she allows to grow to the swell of her hips. The dark chocolate waves are highlighted with light brown, and trickle down her body like a waterfall.

She stands at a lean height of 5'9", maxing the normal Elf average. Her legs are long and made for climbing and jumping, which she utilizes by hanging amongst the trees and traveling though cities by roof-top. Her hands are the hands of an artist, with long feminine fingers and a gentle cushioned palm. She uses her hands in many forms of expression, such as interest when she curls a forefinger at the corner of her lip, or when she holds her face in her hands in boredom.

Her cheekbones are high and match the length of her finely arched eyebrows. Her nose comes down perfectly symmetrical for her face and is sharply shapped but gently tipped on the end. Her lips are full and look as though they are always ready to open and speak, forever flushed with a deep peach color. Her eyes are a mix shade of the lightest sky blue and an early morning storm grey, flanked by thick heavenly lashes. She is exquisite and her beauty is unparalleed by any; she appears more of an angel than a bringer of death.

Commonly she wears what is easily moved in, such as leather pants and a simple lace-up corset; though she has been spotted sporting a gown or two. She adores changing her outfit and constantly is buying jewelry to add to her collection. She does appreciate physical appeal, as all do, and likes to be spoiled, for it makes her feel cherished and important.

The conflict between her necromancy and her elven heritage is non-existent to her, as she fails to see such a contrast. Without life, there can be no death, which is essential in it's cycle. She does not serve evil, does not do evil with her creations, and does not condone it's use.

She is kind to all, unless they give her a reason not to be. Unwarrented glares or rudeness ARE reasons for her not to be. Normally, Calice is quiet and soft-spoken, but with friends she is lively and charming, executing her sharp with the quickness of her tongue. The she-elf also has, recently, become a creature of carnal thought, which was brought on by her exposure to the vampire bite. She will toy with anyone, including an enemy, and has even been attracted to such.

The insult that she is a common elleth is one that cuts deeply to the bone - she knows that she she is a bastard child, but the royalty in her blood screams in indignation otherwise. She tells not but a few trusted friends what she is, but when confronted with such, the truth tingles at the tip of her tongue to expose. What would happen if she were to do such? A time may come when she may, but fear of rejection by her own people keeps the secret at bay.

She walks lightly, leaving no visible tracks behind. On her shoulder she always carries her first permanent creation; Bregos, an undead crow that the gods gifted with the ability to transfer messages between worlds, and other various things that continue to surprise even her. Valko, her coyote, is always walking patiently at her heels, golden eyes forever watchful and jaws ready to cleave off essential body parts at the drop of a command. Wrapped around her shoulders is a black satchel, that of which carries many useful things, such as medicines, ritual candles, a change of clothes, and food. On her back is a longblade and bow and arrow; the first used most commonly in close-combat - the second, long range, and within the confines of her boots are twin daggers. Like all elves, however, she lacks large amounts of strength, and prefers to use her swiftness of foot and magical abilities to aide herself in battle.

Weapons Used

• Twin Daggers - Calice keeps these small but lethal weapons hidden inside her boots for close-contact battle.
  
  • Bow and Arrow - These items are not always with the elleth. She normally uses them for targets in the air, her most famous being the dragon Gurin. The bow was crafted from spare wood from The Ancient Tree, where she lives, and the arrows feathers are from a hawk.
  • Long Sword - a katana looking elven blade. Most often used of all Calice's weapons.
  • Short Blade - this is the weapon that Calice uses for dismemberment of her foes, the curve of the blade making the cut clean and effortless.
  • Necromancer Staff - named sgiathatch, meaning dragon in the elvish language, because the bone wrapping around the wooden stick was ripped from the ribcage of Gurin after his defeat. An ever-blooming rose rests on the crown, a contradiction for what the staff is used for.

Animals

Calice relies heavily upon her animals for more reasons than one.

• There is the protector, Valko - a wolf size coyote who watches Calice's back when she is awake and gaurds her when she isn't. His is a very intelligent animal, with golden hawk-like eyes and grey auburn tinged fur. He understands elvish commands from his mistress, such as 'stop!' and 'attack!'.
  • There is the messenger, Bregos - Calice's very first undead creation was a black crow whom the gods themselves gifted with the ability to bring word back from the otherside. Though he doesn't speak, one look into his bottomless black eyes pulls Calice into his mind, where he relays his messages to her and also tells her of others arround her. Because of Bregos, Calice has been able to heal many people's mourning over their lost.
  • And, finally, there is the eternal servant, Gurin - an undead silver dragon Calice raises at will for her own bidding. Though the corpse is rotten and withering away, her magicks give it the strength it needs to still be able to fly and breathe paralyzing gases. He has come to respect her in his servitude, and allows her to ride on his back.

MISC

Content copy and pasted from my character website at www.lydia-pyress.moonfruit.com