- Joined
- May 24, 2020
- Messages
- 303
- Reaction score
- 916
- Points
- 0
- Age
- 30
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Whatever you give life, you will get back.
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- Full name
- Born name: Guðlaug Ásdísardóttir
- Given name: Mirabella Reneé Wymarc
- Nickname: Mira
- Born name: Guðlaug Ásdísardóttir
- Heritage/Culture
- Slovenin Ailor
- Age
- 312
- Appears to be in her 30s-40s
- 312
- Gender/Pronouns
- Female, She/Her
- Occult
- Bremnevel Vampirism, Void Magic
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The flower fades and we become dust, at the end of each day.
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The flower fades and we become dust, at the end of each day.
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- Core concept
- A Vampire Matron roaming the sewers and gathering support for her unholy endeavors.
- Appearance
- Mirabella stands at a staggering height of 6'3",
- Attack and Defense Stat
- Attack: Magic
- Defense: Wisdom
- Proficiencies
- Strength: 0
- Constitution: 0
- Shield Taunt (Ailor - Free)
- Familiar Disrupt (Ailor - Free)
- Intelligence: 2
- Shapeshift Pack
- Oceanic Pack
- Wisdom: 7
- Medical Revive
- Medical Stance (Free)
- Medical Rescue
- Chem Bloodboil
- Chem Mend
- Chem Bang
- Chem Cleanse
- Technique Parry
- Dexterity: 1
- Roguery
- Faith: 0
- Magic: 4
- Magic Revive
- Magic Lifebind
- Magic Cleanse
- Magic Smog
- Languages
- Barrudh
- Vaman
- Réginyelv
- Common
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I built you up over centuries and this is how you thank me?
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I built you up over centuries and this is how you thank me?
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- Alignment
- Neutral Evil
- "I'll take what I want—"
- Neutral Evil
- Personality Type
- Commander ENTJ-T
- "— And you'll help me do it."
- Commander ENTJ-T
- Religion
- 0/10 Atheistic — She hates the idea of any deity claiming to have control or authority. She refuses to bow to anyone or anything, and will not subject herself to the "weak practice of ritualism."
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Value comes from your actions, not your intent.
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Value comes from your actions, not your intent.
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- May 15th, 0 A.C. - Child of the Cataclysm.
- Guðlaug Ásdísardóttir was born mere months after the catastrophic Cataclysmic warfare; her family ended up practically washed ashore upon Drixagh. With them, they brought tales of horrid battles and beastly monsters that the natural world had in store for the Ailor. Amongst the Velheim settlements, they proclaimed words of peace and honor, thus sparking what is known today as the Fridurfolk culture.
- 1-24
- Guðlaug was raised in a peaceful household, wearing her hair long and keeping her head held high in trying times. The second, and last, child of the Ásdísardóttir family was born in 23 A.C., deeming Guðlaug the eldest. She watched the child with care and inherited her mother's parental tendencies. Her father all the while stayed relatively busy, fishing for the local markets and selling his catchings. She took a brief intermission to attend schooling for medicinal and commanding purposes, hoping to become her village's doctor. Over the years she grew in grace, expected to marry soon as she rounded her twenty-fourth birthday. However, that didn't happen.
- The Turning
- Vampires in the North grew bold as their population expanded, a mere six years before the Great Vampire Wars started, their aggression was rising to high standards. Guðlaug often traveled alone in nearby walds and woods of her settlement in Drixagh, however, such was a mistake one evening as a group of Fledgling Dorkarths were after blood, the eve of their first Fledgling Hunt. Guðlaug was a case of the wrong place at the wrong time, struck down by the group of Fledglings and left for dead. However, their leader came by a woman who spoke of peace and sanctuary in Dorkarth, who took Guðlaug in arms and offered her a new life amongst the Sanguine in their state. Regardless if she was compliant or not, she was turned, thus marking her new life; a life from which she would never return.
- 25-89 - The Great Vampire Wars
- Guðlaug settled into Dorkarth with struggle, but the affliction did its job, working its way to infest itself within her mind. From the very beginning, she was vehemently against the use of Uhr-Beasts in Dorkarth, following the teachings of a coven leader she viewed as wise. Guðlaug participated in the Great Vampire Wars as a general once her education was brought to light. Hoping to climb the ladder of Sanguineous politics, with a newfound vigor for her state's population, her ambition for Dorkarth sadly missed the mark as the vampires lost the war.
- 89-120
- Guðlaug lingered in Dorkarth for many years, training young broods after the wars and indulging in a more guiding hand to the state. Her position in Dorkarth was quite clearly obsolete as her life went on, her various failed academies within the state she tried to build up only growing in size. After hearing whispers of an old coven leader fleeing off to Morass Willow Wald in West Anglia, she decided she had best follow in their footsteps. By then she had not been cured once, becoming inherently attached to the affliction come her one-hundredth year of living. It was then that she realized she, as an Ailor, must now depend on it for her life.
- 120-250
- In nature, she buried herself, enveloped within it in a frenzy of addiction to the surrounding flora and fauna which writhed in corruption. She was so engrossed that rumors spread about her vampiric circle that her very heart was made of floral matter. As she continued guarding the walds, multiple attacks ensued by Anglian Witches, Witches she deemed a corruption of existence itself. She was not simply sitting in wait, she was planning. Death accompanied her as she decided to exit the walds, traveling to Axford, Pyres of competition stacked high in the sky. The night was filled with fire, but when the sun rose, dozens of Anglian Witches had perished. After her success, she reveled in the glory, though with her newfound public antagonism, she was forced into hiding once again. In the woods she dwelled as a guiding hand for those who would listen, and who would follow, eventually forming her own coven based on healing from the lost wars.
- 250-312
- Some of her kin died off, others stayed. Life was repetitive until she neared the third century of life, viewed as wise and seasoned. After three centuries on the earth and not enough to show for it, she left those under her guidance in favor of one such city deemed "holy," and what better to corrupt than a self-proclamation of "holiness?" Upon arrival, however, she realized perhaps she should have given it a little more claim to its name. Chased off into the sewers by Violets on the spot, she resided in the dark for three days and three nights scouring for a home. After viewing the state of the Sanguineous population of Regalia she took it upon herself to reform the Athanasia Scion.
- She now proclaims herself to be the mother of all Sanguine, vowing to protect the vampiric population at all costs. With her new vow, her bloodline advanced once more to accommodate her wishes, and she graced a new name: Mirabella Wymarc.
- Some of her kin died off, others stayed. Life was repetitive until she neared the third century of life, viewed as wise and seasoned. After three centuries on the earth and not enough to show for it, she left those under her guidance in favor of one such city deemed "holy," and what better to corrupt than a self-proclamation of "holiness?" Upon arrival, however, she realized perhaps she should have given it a little more claim to its name. Chased off into the sewers by Violets on the spot, she resided in the dark for three days and three nights scouring for a home. After viewing the state of the Sanguineous population of Regalia she took it upon herself to reform the Athanasia Scion.
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Nothing compares to the sanctuary of nature.
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Nothing compares to the sanctuary of nature.
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