Ilythia
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If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell
Appearance
Ilythia is a woman unaccustomed to normalcy. While she bares many forms, she does little to hide her outlandish appearance in any of them. From a proud slender noble face stare two gleaming white eyes, hard to look upon at times for the light in them. Lips stained a deep red, near black, utter silent curses. From her crown curl twin great black scaled antlers. Woven between them are thin black chains, adorned with rubies. These chains dip to connect to a small hoop in the septum of her nose and lay across high cheekbones. Her dress is equally matched in finery, but is often viewed as improper especially by the morality of mortals, exposing ample curves and cleavage.
Voice: Eva Green Personality
malevolent • cruel • vindictive • hedonistic • cunning
History
TW: infanticide
Born to a noble family, but cursed a girl, unable to take the titles or lands of her father. She would soon learn she was no more than chattle, an empty womb to be sold and filled with a husbands squalling brats. Such a buyer was a man far too old and too eager in his attempts to sire an heir on her. A name she has burned from the recesses of her mind. Unfortunately, his efforts bore fruit. A child was quickening within her womb, but it was draining her, leaching the color form her vibrant red hair, the warmth of her flesh, hollowing her cheeks until she could no longer rise from her sickbed. The more frail and ill she became, the more the whispers spoke of how strong and healthy the child must surely be, as if the worth of her life was based on what she produced. The ensuing labor was nearly her end, the bloodloss heavy. But she'd succeeded in producing an heir. Her husbands greedy eyes never left the small bundle wrapped loosely at her side, unaware of how severe his wife's hemorrhaging was, how quick the darkness crept across her vision. A stranger appeared as Thia came upon her final breaths, offering her a taste of the one thing she'd always craved. Power, the likes she'd never know in this mortal life, if she would only offer him something in return... the blood soaked babe within her arms. There was no love lost, and so she handed the small screaming child over to him. What followed should have horrified her... Instead she turned her neck, inviting his bite, feeling it burn through her. Their bodies tangled amongst the change, ravenous and eager. The ensuing slaughter at her hands was feral and violent, her first taste of blood the screaming beast of a man who'd defiled her, his house and servants decimated. She traveled for years at his side, fucking and bloodletting the world around them. |