Elenya
Menace of Nomadic
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elenya adair, THE WILD RIVER ROSE AND HARBRINGER OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DEATH. ( INSATIABLE • VINDICTIVE • VAIN • PLAYFUL • ARROGANT • MANIPULATIVE )
( HUMAN APPEARANCE ) Utilizing her masterful skill with glamour magic, Elenya typically transforms herself into an astonishingly beautiful young woman who appears, physically, to be a young adult in her early twenties. She attempts to emulate what she believes to be the personification of most human men's desires. Long, rose-gold hair that spills lush and thick to the small of her back and is forever braided with wildflowers. A smooth, unblemished complexion of sunkissed cream. Eyes bright and blue, to mimic crystal. A voluptuous, womanly figure garbed in artfully draped silk in a manner meant to entice, and that is almost scandalous in its provocative fit and arrangement. She is neither tall nor particularly petite, standing at an average height with a willowy build. But she carries herself with an inhuman grace and fluidity that would strike some of her more keen observers as unusual. She uses her supernatural beauty as a means to enchant and coerce her victims. Those lucky enough to escape have also remarked that she smelled deliciously of roses and vanilla, but only while disguised as a human.
( KELPIE APPEARANCE ) A beautiful young mare with a coat white as snow that is noticeably free from any blemishes or markings. Strikingly blue eyes. A long, softly curled mane and tail of rose-gold that has been liberally braided with the same flowers that grow by the river where she was born. Hooves of pure gold, and a bridle of the finest leather, adorned with all manner of gemstones. Upon closer inspection, it appears that her body is always perpetually damp and cold to the touch, as though she has just splashed through a stream or a river. Smells of roses and kelp and freshwater. ( SENSUAL • JUVENILE • HAUGHTY • WILD • DEMANDING • TEMPERAMENTAL ) ( SPECIES ) KELPIE, RIVER FAE ( RIVER OF ORIGIN ) THE ELISORA RIVER— NESTLED ALONG THE BORDERS THAT SEPARATE CRUE EFROS FROM VUFREIN ( MORAL ALIGNMENT ) CHAOTIC EVIL ( STANCE ON HUMANS ) PREY ( STANCE ON VAMPIRES ) FORMIDABLE ADVERSARIES ( STANCE ON WEREWOLVES ) MINDLESS BEASTS ( CURRENT LOCATION ) SCOUTING BETWEEN BOTH KINGDOMS ( GOAL )TO INCITE CHAOS. You are a cruel, ugly thing. A terrible creature made twisted and grotesque from spite. But when from the river you are borne, all of your blemishes and faults and all of your sinfulness is lost to the veneer of undefiled beauty. Ages come and go, and for a time, you remain tethered to the safety and familiarity of the surrounding embankment. Solitary. Isolated. Governed by arrogance and wickedness and an unequaled sense of pride as you spend the endless continuation of your existence withdrawn into yourself. Beguiled by your own power, superiority and otherworldly allure. Until all worldly concepts, notions, truths and actualities are lost to you. Until you are so consumed by your own broken, abstract mind that you leave yourself vulnerable to the very thing you have for so long ridiculed. Man. They come with their weapons and their carriages and their torches. But more dangerous still, they come with their ignorance and their brazen entitlement. Mortal kind's greatest failings. And the very sins that will eventually seal their fate. Their taste for war lays waste to the forests and fields. Decades come and go and you listen to the thundering of their drums and their bone-chilling screams and their fierce, hair-raising cries as they cut one another down. Their blood taints the earth. Their fire and smoke scorches the grasslands and wildwood and chokes the life that inhabits it. They fight for territory that doesn't belong to them, too blinded by their greed and hubris to see that they are destroying the very thing they fight to claim. And it breeds a hatefulness in you unlike any other. A hatefulness that spreads and poisons and festers in you as you wait and you watch in agony for centuries. As you witness the mindless destruction of all things, for no other reason beyond satiating man's gluttony, pride and his insatiable bloodlust. The soldiers come eventually. Once more they come brandishing steel and fire and plans to destroy and colonize, but you do not fear them. Instead, your fury empowers you. It makes you bold. For the first time in an age, you emerge from the watery depths of the Elisora. A beautiful young mare with a coat so white as to rival the purity of freshly fallen snow. A long, rose-gold mane and tail braided with the same fragrant wildflowers that festoon the riverbank and rain from the surrounding trees. Golden hooves that shine when they catch the sun, and an ornate bridle made of the finest leather, adorned with all manner of jewels. For all of their trepidation and disbelief, the men cannot deny the part of themselves that is tempted by the gold and the gemstones, or by the prestige that might come with owning a creature of such esteemed, superior breeding. The lost, wayward horse of a fallen nobleman, perhaps? Or so they reason. And you lay docile and dappled in sunlight alongside the gentle current. Whickering in soft encouragement. And one by one, they approach. They put their filthy hands on you as though you are some prize to be claimed so easily. Showing some resistance, the others rush forward to aid their comrades. How liberating it is, to watch the determination in their eyes darken with horror when they realize their mistake. When they find their hands mired in the secretion that oozes from your skin, adhering them to you. You delight in their screams as you drag them all into the river, and listen as they drown. Forced beneath the surface to their watery grave, where they remain lost forever. You develop a taste for killing. For eradicating the earth of the vile infestation of humans that defile it. And so you do, for a time. You lure unsuspecting soldiers and travelers to the banks of the river whenever they are foolish enough to wander so far, and pull them into the water. But as time passes, a new threat emerges. And before long, the humans are all but hunted into extinction. You celebrate this long-awaited retribution. Find yourself both in awe and also wary of these Vampires— this Red Queen. For fear that you may draw their unwanted attention next. Instead, you are content to wander the countryside and its forests, occasionally relinquishing your treasured possession so that you may wander freely in your human form. So that you may hunt. The truth is, with the looming threat of humans so diminished, you've admittedly grown bored. Where you had once found comfort in your solitary existence, now you only feel restless. Without purpose. Thus, you find a sense of excitement in this new game. In glamouring yourself to appear as one of them. In luring them with your sweet voice and the carnal pleasures of your body before you claim them as yours. Sometimes you drag out the time you spend tormenting your victims before killing them. Sometimes you like to play first. Especially with the pretty ones. But the novelty always wears off before long, and you return to the river once again with your victim in tow. |