Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 21:37:08 GMT -5
Xanthe
The Dragonheart
Elf | 154 | Female |
Neutral Evil | Warrior | Dragon Cultist |
appearance, Xanthe stands at an impressive 6' 2", standing head and shoulders above most individuals. At the same time, she has something of a rail thin, though athletic physique and a noticeable lack of a left arm. Pale skinned and with hair as silver as the moon, age has begun to really show on the elven woman. She primarily wears a dark brown cloak along with leather armor for quick movement along with a measure of protection. A Wyvern's skull also adorns the cloak, attached to where her left shoulder would be. Xanthe also has a Pact mark on her chest over where her heart is located. | personality, The personality of this elven woman is hard to describe in detail. With over 100 years of life experience under her belt, a certain sense of "calm" is prevalent in the air about her. Capable of giving sage advice as well as wise insight, experience has given Xanthe something of a motherly attitude towards younger members of the cult. However, this attitude belies a timeworn and steel clad desire to advance. There are two chief bits of belief that drives Xanthe forward, both that would be called highly heretical by a majority of society. She believes that the world has become stagnant and that the worship of Heroes long dead have driven the people into a servile lapse. In that regard, the Elven woman has developed a dangerous ambition. Xanthe desires to see the world change and develop. Instead of people chaining themselves to the ideals of long dead people, Xanthe believes that it is better to live in the moment and find strength in mighty individuals of the now. In that regard, it is what makes her considered a sage of sorts by younger members of the Dragon Cult. She promotes the ideals of strength, survival, and dominance in worldly situations. The very sort of ideals that the mighty Dragons embody in a way that all other races could learn from. The world must change in her vision and she will go to any lengths to ensure that it does. |
history,
"The Age of Heroes is dead. The Age of The Dragon is coming."
The story of Xanthe is a long one, stretching almost 200 years in total length. This is no real surprise given that the woman herself is over 150 years of age. Though in truth, little of interest happened for quite some time. She began life raised by a fairy average family, her mother being a mercenary and her father a baker. Her mother was usually away from home on work, bringing in what money she could for the dangerous sort of jobs that she'd take. For his part, her father's bakery was a nice establishment that saw plenty of business and he always made time for Xanthe so that she didn't grow up lonely. And while Xanthe loved her father, she was always more enraptured by her mother's deeds. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this came to pass as Xanthe became a mercenary too after growing to adulthood. She set out on her own, looking to make a life and name for herself.
Xanthe mostly found work in killing roaming bands of Goblins or other troublesome creatures and phantasms that made a point of badgering the civilized races. Eventually she came upon a particular job that prove to almost be her undoing. Hired to combat a Wyvern that was harrying a village, the elven woman found herself a foe tougher than anything she'd faced before. Hiring additional help, the mercenary set about making a trap for the wyvern. Eventually the Wyvern was lured to the trap and when it sprung, so did Xanthe and the couple of additional blades she'd hired. The battle was hard fought even with the Wyvern weakened and the help was killed in the struggle. The Wyvern almost got Xanthe herself, biting into her arm before she did the unthinkable and sliced her own arm off to get away. The Wyvern's head jerked back with the resistance giving way and a strike to it's vulnerable throat finally put the horrid beast to an end. Xanthe paid a great price of her own to defeat the fearsome phantasm and took it's skull as a trophy to adorn her cloak over the place of her lost arm.
Many would consider this a proper time to retire from a life of danger, but Xanthe wasn't one of them. No, Xanthe did not let the loss get the best of her. Instead, the elven woman began to train harder than she ever had before. It took a great deal of time and effort, but eventually she managed to reach the sort of skill that she had before. The mercenary came to be known for the way she fought with just one arm and became well respected among other warriors. A reputation of taking upon dangerous jobs that no other would touch began to develop after her run in with the Wyvern and in time, she became quite well paid. But in that same amount of time, a certain realization developed for Xanthe. Before she'd known it, a startling 50 years had passed. And yet it seemed like nothing truly changed. The same creatures attempting to raid civilization, the same doldrums of people going about the same habits. It was as if the world was "stuck" in place to Xanthe. People worshiped and bound themselves to the ideals of long dead Heroes, but nothing was done to truly change the lots in life that people drew. And in a way, it disgusted her.
The exact details of the next part of her life are something of a mystery. However, it is clear what the result has become. After the realization of how stagnant Terra was, Xanthe withdrew from society. She tossed her fortune to the four winds and lived the life of a hermit for quite some time. Eventually she felt like moving about in the world again, traveling hither and thither on miscellaneous whims. Eventually one of these whims would change the already long lived life that Xanthe had led. For this whim had led her to the lair of a mighty Dragon. It spoke to the one-armed hermit. It told her things that enticed her curiosity and reignited the same sort of ambition she once held. And so Xanthe became among the first of those who would pay tribute to the mighty being. The Dragon marked her with a Pact and on that day she would join a small, but growing group of individuals. Years have passed since that day and Xanthe has gathered many followers over the years for her group. The Cult has grown in power and eventually what she always knew would happen came to pass. The followers of the "Heroes" became aware of the Dragon Cultists. And just as she predicted, they lashed out against her fellows. But it would make no difference whether the stagnant people of Terra was aware of them or not. Change was coming, one way or another. The world would not be stagnant any longer.
The story of Xanthe is a long one, stretching almost 200 years in total length. This is no real surprise given that the woman herself is over 150 years of age. Though in truth, little of interest happened for quite some time. She began life raised by a fairy average family, her mother being a mercenary and her father a baker. Her mother was usually away from home on work, bringing in what money she could for the dangerous sort of jobs that she'd take. For his part, her father's bakery was a nice establishment that saw plenty of business and he always made time for Xanthe so that she didn't grow up lonely. And while Xanthe loved her father, she was always more enraptured by her mother's deeds. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this came to pass as Xanthe became a mercenary too after growing to adulthood. She set out on her own, looking to make a life and name for herself.
Xanthe mostly found work in killing roaming bands of Goblins or other troublesome creatures and phantasms that made a point of badgering the civilized races. Eventually she came upon a particular job that prove to almost be her undoing. Hired to combat a Wyvern that was harrying a village, the elven woman found herself a foe tougher than anything she'd faced before. Hiring additional help, the mercenary set about making a trap for the wyvern. Eventually the Wyvern was lured to the trap and when it sprung, so did Xanthe and the couple of additional blades she'd hired. The battle was hard fought even with the Wyvern weakened and the help was killed in the struggle. The Wyvern almost got Xanthe herself, biting into her arm before she did the unthinkable and sliced her own arm off to get away. The Wyvern's head jerked back with the resistance giving way and a strike to it's vulnerable throat finally put the horrid beast to an end. Xanthe paid a great price of her own to defeat the fearsome phantasm and took it's skull as a trophy to adorn her cloak over the place of her lost arm.
Many would consider this a proper time to retire from a life of danger, but Xanthe wasn't one of them. No, Xanthe did not let the loss get the best of her. Instead, the elven woman began to train harder than she ever had before. It took a great deal of time and effort, but eventually she managed to reach the sort of skill that she had before. The mercenary came to be known for the way she fought with just one arm and became well respected among other warriors. A reputation of taking upon dangerous jobs that no other would touch began to develop after her run in with the Wyvern and in time, she became quite well paid. But in that same amount of time, a certain realization developed for Xanthe. Before she'd known it, a startling 50 years had passed. And yet it seemed like nothing truly changed. The same creatures attempting to raid civilization, the same doldrums of people going about the same habits. It was as if the world was "stuck" in place to Xanthe. People worshiped and bound themselves to the ideals of long dead Heroes, but nothing was done to truly change the lots in life that people drew. And in a way, it disgusted her.
The exact details of the next part of her life are something of a mystery. However, it is clear what the result has become. After the realization of how stagnant Terra was, Xanthe withdrew from society. She tossed her fortune to the four winds and lived the life of a hermit for quite some time. Eventually she felt like moving about in the world again, traveling hither and thither on miscellaneous whims. Eventually one of these whims would change the already long lived life that Xanthe had led. For this whim had led her to the lair of a mighty Dragon. It spoke to the one-armed hermit. It told her things that enticed her curiosity and reignited the same sort of ambition she once held. And so Xanthe became among the first of those who would pay tribute to the mighty being. The Dragon marked her with a Pact and on that day she would join a small, but growing group of individuals. Years have passed since that day and Xanthe has gathered many followers over the years for her group. The Cult has grown in power and eventually what she always knew would happen came to pass. The followers of the "Heroes" became aware of the Dragon Cultists. And just as she predicted, they lashed out against her fellows. But it would make no difference whether the stagnant people of Terra was aware of them or not. Change was coming, one way or another. The world would not be stagnant any longer.
[b]CLAYMORE[/b], Irene [i]Xanthe[/i]
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