Varwyn

[quote]Deceit, cruelty. A black sunset of purging darkness, an eclipse of light. She will return you to the shadows where you belong[/quote]

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Script

Last seen at: The Multiverse

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Personality

Does cold, demeaning, and harsh ring any bells? If you've met Varwyn, then they probably do. Let it never be said that having your soul eaten reduces your capacity to bitch. At times, it is uncertain as to which Varwyn enjoys more, the act of killing you, or watching the expression on your face as you die. You getting the idea yet? Varwyn is nasty. She embodies deceit and cruelty, and if bitchiness counted, she would damn well embody that as well.

Equipment

Varwyn wields a pair of curved and twisted daggers, forged from Obsidian and strengthened with magic. They are enchanted with magics that allow them to absorb and divert energy, which includes draining life upon wounding, and intercepting attacks of a magical or energy based nature.

As well as her daggers, she has a similarly constructed bow, which fires arrows that penetrate the very soul of their targets, binding it to the body of her victims, meaning upon death they become her mindless servants. She has quite a collection of mindless servants by now.

The magic she wields is a combination of two sources, the powers of the Eight gods she once served, and her own black sorcery.

The Will of the Eight is a more powerful version of the Will of the Seven, and is only bestowed upon the High Priest or Priestess of Avalon. When the Goddess made Varwyn hers, she retained these powers, and now uses them for very different purpose than they were intended. Each God bestows their own powers upon her.

Aiedai: Wind, healing, lightning, flight
Diellin: Shielding, water, ice, warding
Synd: Fire, forging, heat
Lore: Nature, beasts, plants, animation
Turin: Force, earth, power, linking, enchantment
Aurion: Light, space (teleportation), truthtelling, prophecy
Morwen: Shadow, illusion, concealment

Arcanar (the Eighth): Immortality

Varwyn's own dark sorcery is more sinister, and is similar to that of her weapons - energy draining, necromancy, and blood magic most prominent amongst her abilities.

History

Varwyn was once the High Priestess of Avalon, the Holy City of Varlon and the home to the Temples of the Seven and the One. Each temple had its' own High Priest or Priestess, but Varwyn was the High Priestess of the Temple of the Eighth, Arcanar - the leader of the Gods, putting her at the head of the world. She was devout and faithful to the Eight throughout her early years, a benevolent leader for Avalon and all of Varlon.

She maintained good relations with the other nations, personally befriending the Queen of Riador and spending a lot of time with the Librarians of Fenray. Before her fall, Varlon saw years of peace that it had never before experienced, years of prosperous trade and new discoveries. It was a Golden Age.

Then Selphina found her. And took her soul. Varwyn's years of devout service to the Eight ended that night, and her very being twisted itself into a cruel and vindictive mistress of hate. Varlon's peace was shattered, and the city of Avalon burned under her wrath. Perhaps it was some vestige of humanity remaining in her, or perhaps it was the intervention of the Eight, but she left the city standing, if barely, and journeyed away to continue to serve The Goddess.

Varwyn's Story

# Master's Dojo, 2009-09-28 10:59:29, as written by Script
Varwyn pokes Rem

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:05:29, as written by Script
Varwyn stood across the street from the bar, tapping her black leather boot on the pavement. Her arms rested at her sides, her fingers flexing slightly in preparation. Abruptly, she stepped forwards into the road, paying no heed to the oncoming traffic. A white van careened towards her, horn blaring, but as it neared her it impacted with... nothing. The front crumpled, and the sound of shattering glass would be heard within the bar, followed by a large crash as the van toppled onto its side. Varwyn extended her arm as she approached the door, and a rush of force emerged from her fingertips, blasting the door back on its hinges.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:05:36, as written by Script
Varwyn "Boom"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:08:24, as a chat transcript.
(( So oblivious... so... so... oblivious... all of you... ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:12:13, as a chat transcript.
(( It's when my intro, despite being loud and prominent, is entirely ignored, that makes me lose all motivation to RP here =/ ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:15:02, as a chat transcript.
(( Blowjob... orly? XD ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:27:38, as written by Script
Varwyn mmkay... so my internet died... ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:29:31, as written by Script
Varwyn sauntered over to Siren "Hush now... don't get yourself worked up... Varwyn's gonna make it all better." she whispered to him, placing her hand on his forehead and sending soothing waves of healing into him, that would numb the pain of his hangover "Just relax..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:36:11, as written by Script
Varwyn placed a finger to Siren's lips "Hush... don't speak so loudly. Whatever was wrong with the water is gone now." she said, sitting down next to him and running a hand down his arm "What's your name then darling..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:42:23, as written by Script
Varwyn placed a finger to Siren's lips "Hush... don't speak so loudly. Whatever was wrong with the water is gone now." she said, sitting down next to him and running a hand down his arm "What's your name then darling...?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:48:25, as written by Script
Varwyn smiled "I'm Varwyn dear... but Siren is such an intriguing name. The beautiful enchantresses from Greek mythology, but belonging to such a pretty young man. Almost ironic." she said, lifting a fingernail to run down his cheek gently

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:51:04, as written by Script
Varwyn smirked "Why what, dear?" she asked, her other hand creeping downwards in an entirely improper manner...

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:54:12, as written by Script
Varwyn smiled "Because, the sirens were sinister seductresses, luring sailors to their doom. Whereas you seem like a nice young man, with very little of the seducing vibe to you." she murmured, pushing against his hand only lightly, to show her annoyance with his pausing of her attentions.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 09:58:37, as written by Script
Varwyn 's smile crept upwards as his hand left hers, and she proceeded to lower her hand to regions lower than were proper in public, doing things that might be considered improper even in private between two who had met only so recently. "Sirens are overrated. They rely on... cooperation... from the pother party."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 10:05:49, as written by Script
Varwyn smirked once again "You mistake me for somebody who cares about propriety and, more importantly, your consent." she said, licking her lips with her slightly forked tongue. A creeper of magic emerged from her hands to lift Siren's hand from hers, pinning it against the seat. As she did so, she took a leaf from The Goddess' book, and began to send extremely erotic images directly into the man's mind, that would wreak havoc with his... lower body.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 10:11:28, as a chat transcript.
(( No pictures in synopsis. Please use URL rather than [IMG] tags

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 10:13:32, as a chat transcript.
(( Many things. But lets stop OOCing now >.> ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 10:15:15, as written by Script
Varwyn blinked in surprise as the shock coursed through her, making her shudder. "Oooh... you're a feisty one. I love it when they struggle." she breathed softly, continuing her ministrations even once the images had their desired effect "I might even consider leaving you alive after this..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 10:16:00, as written by Script
Varwyn is a masochist. And a sadist. At the same time.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-02 10:22:22, as written by Script
Varwyn laughed out loud, "I suppose we could move somewhere more... private." she mused, "But we'll have to make sure you aren't tempted by that nasty sword of yours." she added, gesturing at the sword with her free hand, and causing it to float away to a position on the opposite wall. At that moment, she spotted Malak "Well well, Malak!" she called to him "I don't suppose you would be interested in joining me with this young fellow..." she added, smirking at Siren as she gripped him with her magic, lifting him up to standing and beginning to lead him towards the stairs of the bar...