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[Models] Saints and sinners.
To the TS3-playing user who sent me that kind message about TS3 CC, I tried to reply but your account doesn't allow me to send you PMs. :(
Mist - Vierevaaythe
Tall, aloof and almost ephemeral, sylvans are the brothers and sisters of the Gods of Man, who chose to rule lesser races at the expense of their freedom. They discourage outsiders from entering their domain by summoning large amounts of mist, that are impossible to penetrate without a guide. Vierevaaythe was born amongst them, but he is as lost as the outsiders, now. Cast out for a heinous crime against the earth he was supposed to serve, he wanders around the forest's edges, seeking another purpose.
Secret - Shi'iri
The isolated valley-kingdom of Somor was on the verge of a civil war: The king and queen, representatives of the divine Sky Lord, had been assassinated, their heir was lost, and they had been replaced by a faction of anti-royalists. It was the way of the Royal house of Sómor for its heirs to be brought up amongst the people - only like this could they learn to rule fairly and honestly. Shi'iri, brought up in a monastery in the mountains and far from the capital, remained blissfully unaware of the fact that both the royalists and the usurpers were looking for her - that is, until one early morning's rude awakening.
Knight - Ankho
Ankho is a high-ranking member of a group of elite warriors in service of the generalissimo of one of the Warring Kingdoms, hailing from the Far West. It was at his bidding that she and others of her order crossed the Savage Ocean to protect the colonists there, who had gone missing in great numbers. They mounted expeditions into the great forest, but were only able to venture a few kilometres in - the thick, blinding, impenetrable mist halted their progress.
Lust - Enkeli
Abandoned to be brought up by the priestesses of the bitter God of Lies and Betrayal, Enkeli had been taught that one can only trust themselves, as all can be tempted by the right price or person. That was his ethos as he travelled from city to city, and every betrayal he caused served to strengthen his belief.
With honeyed words, he would manage to talk himself into the beds of both husbands and wives for the mere sake of causing quarrels and break-ups. He would boast that he could enrapture a queen, and he was endlessly pleased when that turned out to be true. So charmed she was by his silver-tongued council that he was able to convince her to marry the heavily disliked prince of a neighbouring kingdom, forging a fragile alliance. It would be his biggest achievement yet, he thought: He could cause the ruin of two kingdoms at once by seducing them both, causing an enormous scandal.
Not that there is any hurry, of course. For now, he can't quite get himself to give up his place in the royal bed.
Enigma - Eilsrahel
Even for a servant of the God of Death in a temple where the unfortunate came to die, Eilsrahel was considered an unnerving sight. Mute and with an unusual eye colour, hushed rumours of an otherworldly heritage plagued him wherever he went. Some wondered aloud if he wasn't cursing the deceased instead performing the burial rites. He seemed to take it all in stride, insofar he could show - he would smile knowingly at those who complained about his demeanour.
Tall, aloof and almost ephemeral, sylvans are the brothers and sisters of the Gods of Man, who chose to rule lesser races at the expense of their freedom. They discourage outsiders from entering their domain by summoning large amounts of mist, that are impossible to penetrate without a guide. Vierevaaythe was born amongst them, but he is as lost as the outsiders, now. Cast out for a heinous crime against the earth he was supposed to serve, he wanders around the forest's edges, seeking another purpose.
The isolated valley-kingdom of Somor was on the verge of a civil war: The king and queen, representatives of the divine Sky Lord, had been assassinated, their heir was lost, and they had been replaced by a faction of anti-royalists. It was the way of the Royal house of Sómor for its heirs to be brought up amongst the people - only like this could they learn to rule fairly and honestly. Shi'iri, brought up in a monastery in the mountains and far from the capital, remained blissfully unaware of the fact that both the royalists and the usurpers were looking for her - that is, until one early morning's rude awakening.
Ankho is a high-ranking member of a group of elite warriors in service of the generalissimo of one of the Warring Kingdoms, hailing from the Far West. It was at his bidding that she and others of her order crossed the Savage Ocean to protect the colonists there, who had gone missing in great numbers. They mounted expeditions into the great forest, but were only able to venture a few kilometres in - the thick, blinding, impenetrable mist halted their progress.
Abandoned to be brought up by the priestesses of the bitter God of Lies and Betrayal, Enkeli had been taught that one can only trust themselves, as all can be tempted by the right price or person. That was his ethos as he travelled from city to city, and every betrayal he caused served to strengthen his belief.
With honeyed words, he would manage to talk himself into the beds of both husbands and wives for the mere sake of causing quarrels and break-ups. He would boast that he could enrapture a queen, and he was endlessly pleased when that turned out to be true. So charmed she was by his silver-tongued council that he was able to convince her to marry the heavily disliked prince of a neighbouring kingdom, forging a fragile alliance. It would be his biggest achievement yet, he thought: He could cause the ruin of two kingdoms at once by seducing them both, causing an enormous scandal.
Not that there is any hurry, of course. For now, he can't quite get himself to give up his place in the royal bed.
Lust makes me think of succubi/incubi. What can I say, it's cosy in the box.
Even for a servant of the God of Death in a temple where the unfortunate came to die, Eilsrahel was considered an unnerving sight. Mute and with an unusual eye colour, hushed rumours of an otherworldly heritage plagued him wherever he went. Some wondered aloud if he wasn't cursing the deceased instead performing the burial rites. He seemed to take it all in stride, insofar he could show - he would smile knowingly at those who complained about his demeanour.