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Basic Character Information
Username: Zeda Ennd.
Full Name: Cvir Nn Claecita.
Nicknames: Cecsita, or Claes.
Age: Seventeen.
Birth date:
Gender: Female.
Relationship Status: Single.
Family: Deceased, Undead.
~Kholya Dobrovich - Father.
~Cvir Nn'Yvv - Mother.
~Nn'Ayn, Nn'Rr, Nn Pnny, and Yulia Dobronravova - Sisters.
Race: Hume, Rimewind Necromancer.
Occupation: Student and part-time author. (How to Make Your Own Friends)
Also works as a lunch lady to get rid of excess remains.
Home: The Gallowswood, Khador.
Likes: Nature, snow, cold, fashion, and birds.
Dislikes: Light, bright colors, fire, masculinity, and physical-exertion.
Favorite saying: "May they all sleep tight down in Hell tonight, or wherever they may be."
Character Data
Strength: Able to withstand well below-freezing temperatures in casual-wear, and can take a hard beating. Pushes on well past her limit.
Weakness: Runs out of energy quickly in the heat and easily loses track of foes, even in snow.
Weapon of Choice: A mysterious blinding spear of white-hot light that causes any number of debilitating ailments, almost always being rapid necrosis to the afflicted area.
Also known to scavenge normal weapons from the dead, like firearms and melee tools.
Powers:
~Drift of the Dead: Raises all dead in a massive area to heed her call, though their effectiveness varies from corpse to corpse. Their numbers rise as they feed. (Aim for the head.) Most things freeze solid in Claes' gale, but being that she controls dead and cold, she has ways of preventing them from feeling the same effects.
~Severed Legion: Hacked off limbs that would normally cease all function begin to scamper about, killing with efficiency due to their size and somewhat demoralizing effect. (I suggest copious amounts of fire.)
~Wyrd of the Winter Solstice: Brings on a massive snow storm, akin to a miniature cold snap. Well.. It is one. (Bundle up, or you'll join her swarm.) The storm has been known to reach incredibly low temperatures, once freezing the fuel lines in the car of a band of fleeing survivors. Of course, they died long before the fuel, but the point is that it turned their gas to glass.
~Snow Devil: Summons ancient horrors of dark winter legends to aid her, slaughtering and striking fear into the hearts of mortals, driving mad those of weak mind. (But there's only maybe three that'll come out..) In dire straits, she is able to resurrect an ancient and terrible creature, but at the cost of a great blood sacrifice.
~Rimebound Specters: Creates beasts of living snow as an alternate to Drift of the Dead if there are no corpses in range. (Weak to heat, though there's naturally not a lot to be found if they're present.)
~Bend it Like Katara: Controls the snow and cold around her to be used as offensive and protective means, and even passive means such as furnishings, shelter, or even simply keeping food cold. Frequently uses it to form disguises, mimicking ones clothing and even their face for those pesky survivor pockets. (Can all be dispelled, but she quickly recreates what was undone.)
Character Description
Looks-your characters uniform: It's heavy and warm.
Personality: Stoic. Shy. Passive-aggressive. Despite her cool demeanor, she's very easy to fright, though she does her best to hide it.
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 98 lbs. (Mostly eats snow made to look like food.)
Eye Color: Black.
Hair Color: Black.
Your Song: Death is This Communion - High on Fire.
Background Information
Back in her childhood, Claes' native village of Broodhollow was still in submission to the ways of the Elder Gods, cruel and ancient beings. Each year, there was a raffle for which town resident would be used as fodder to keep the Old Ones from killing the town.
Of course, one fateful year, a six year-old Claecita's name is chosen, and she is subsequently thrown to the depths of the Gallowswood, the ancient forests and swamps that play home their town and any number of untold ancient horrors, such as their Elder Gods, the Old ones.
The poor child was wracked with fear in this nightmare wood, and began to wander, which she did for seeming hours until she came upon a strange place of gruesome effigies and impossible craft where even space and time warped in the wake of what ancient evil lurked.
From a carved angle that appeared to be obtuse, but was apparently acute, came a being, not seen so much than sensed, as the air shifted in a slight ripple with its emergence. The specter addressed her by name, spoke with her, offering a pact for her life and power in exchange for a price in blood. Not her blood. Their blood. The blood of her home. And scared little Claecita accepted its apparent generosity, even in the wake of the entity's clause of annual sacrifice.
It gave her powers over death, and it's chilling touch.
That night, there was a terrible snow storm that locked people in their homes for warmth, and from the cold and the frozen wood, came a horde of unspeakable nightmares. They swept through the village silent as the grave, emptying houses in a whisper of fear and the stinging cold of the storm. There were no screams. They were taken by the wind.
And each year, Claes returns to her native land for the harvest.
Each year, there is an unimaginable blizzard.
Each year, a town is lost in a feast of flesh.
Each year, Claecita continues to live on.
Possible Threats:
~Andrew.
~Demika.
~Marian.
~Emma.
 Zeda Ennd · Tue Dec 18, 2012 @ 12:31pm · 0 Comments |
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