Description
Names: Beau Geste Bellatroix, Black Bella, Sanguine Witch/Mother, Great Mother's Shadow
Age: Unknown, likely ancient, well over 1000
Gender: Female
Species: Primordial force given flesh
Appearance:
Being a creature who readily shifts between forms, their true face is one wrapped in uncertainty. In most, however, she has long black hair, one eye violet and the other burning green with two rings around a contracted pupil, black lips, a pale face, black sclera, and a black nose giving some visage of a skull, and a wide grin. Sometimes assuming human form, it lacks much of her more monstrous traits, appearing as a rather tall woman at around 6'3", with the exception of her face has a darker skin tone. Sometimes seen as a slouching witch-like humanoid creature with a long neck with the stringy black hair running down her back like a horse's mane, her mouth widened, ears pointed and three sets of fangs as an overbite, a very tall body at 8'5" with hair covering her arm like a sleeve and bony hairless clawed hands protruding from the "sleeves", and sports a long hairless tail striped in white-and-black with sharp barbed fins. Often however, a monster of the likeness of a possum and an alligator, with a massive maw full of jagged teeth, and long bony and sharp claws.
Powers:
Manifesting and twisting flesh and bone by commanding the core elements of creation which serves as the basis of her erratic ability to assume nearly any fleshly form with alarming accuracy. She can produce a painful flesh eating toxin, it is assumed that her true form is made of this miasma.
Skills/Strength:
With age comes wisdom, and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, these make up the power of Bellatroix. While physical strength and raw primordial power exists within her, her long life has granted her cunning and insight beyond that of any one man further her unique and strange nature. She shows advanced healing to the point of regeneration, immunity to toxins and caustic and acidic fluids. Her ability to produce claws, barbs, and fangs are nothing to scoff a.
Weaknesses:
Despite all her strength, she displays a strong affinity to children that could only be described as maternal. Abused and orphaned children seem to attract her attention the most. She also shows a strong aversion to fire, something that counteracts her regenerative qualities.
Background:
Earliest records tell of a creature who emerged from the old swamps, stealing away children in the night and killing those that retaliated, appearing as either a monster, a beautiful woman, or a twisted hag. They would refer to her in these text as the savage god, Black Bella, who had descended from the beyond to test the faith of man, or as the Bog Witch who's tales of judgement end always morbidly violent. Unlike the usual tales of warning that are often aimed at misbehaving children, hers are aimed more towards the parents, warning that abuse and murder can attract the Black Bella, to "spirit away the unloved seed and consume the sinner." A contrasting and confusing image of tenderness and bloody retribution create something of a duality to her image.
Images diminished in time since then, as the lords purge away the old practices in magic, and yet tales of her have continued, manifesting in stories as a kind of boogieman. Thought now by many to either be dead, or a myth, but blood tends to reawaken old magic, and too much now spilled for it to sleep.
So begins...
Snap.
Distant at first, but steady, a fog rolls in towards the village. Few would take notice or care, as a figure was making its way, shrouded by the mist. Little more than a shift in the weather they would think, they would hope. Such was perfect, preferable, for what crept inside.
Snap.
The fog creeps through, ankle height, down along the stony roads, then between the houses and stores, doors and windows shutting as a chill goes through the air. All the better. It wouldn't stay that long, it was merely passing through, without intent to linger. That would change however, a scene within the village diverting slightly its course.
Snap.
A hiss in the wind, whispers in the mist, heralding the approach of something as old as time, something that has crept in the shadow of men.
"What is this?" a woman's voice asks, dragging out her words, from a figure, emerging from the mists, shrouded in rags. "For what do you intend with the boy?"
A low madness laced Cackle echoed through the village right before a fireball quickly descended and ignited every building in its vicinity. In the shadow of the smoke a winged figure floated downwards and landed on a nearby singed roof, his name was Maseron and he was a dark mage who only does what he wants for fun.
I looked around at the fire, it burned the houses and people. The 'woman' had scared away a lot of the villagers, and I was dropped to the floor, blood trailing down the side of my mouth, I tried moing away, but it failed, I held my breath and closed my eyes.
"Sick and twisting things," she mutters in disgust, witnessing the sudden flames, setting the village ablaze.
The figure moves between the boy and the raging flames, reaching down to pick up the bread with long clawed fingers, then holding it out to him.
"Time to go, child, for the air reeks of the sin of man," she says, kneeling down to his level. "Do not fear, I will not allow today to be your last."
I took it, my eyes wide, I quickly got rid of my blood by licking it, "Thank you Miss!" I wasnt afraid anymore, I scrambled to my feet and lifted my hood up and took of through the flames at a quick pace. I turn around and wave slightly before going into the forest.
"I seek no harm for the child" A demented yet oddly calm voice penetrated the flames, he dragged an unconscious woman across the ground as he then promptly plunged his hand in her chest to remove her heart.
"A-ah," she mutters as the boy plunges through the flames in a hurry, apparently making it through safely. Standing up, her attention then was drawn to a mad mage, killing a woman before her, seemingly proud of himself in doing so.
"And yet you orphan children by killing their mothers and fathers? And set their houses ablaze?" she asks, tone deepening into a growl, already condemning the man with a glare. "You may as well have signed their sentence, mad mage."
I looked at the flames behind me and ran, I collapsed at a tree near the entrance of the village. I watched their figures move around softly and heard their words. So, a mage? Thank god I got out of there. I don't want my heart to be ripped out and eaten. I shuddered and looked at the burning men, women and children, their screams radiated so loud it hurt my ears. I put the bread on my lap and covered them. I focused on the two and shut my eyes, trying to listen.
"Mad? I am the sanest man on earth." He took a moment to take a bite of the heart before tossing it away, grinning with a blood soaked mouth.
"Oh no, you are all mad, sick, and twisted, the only difference is you don't hide it, you clearly revel in it," she says, her tone judging his very existence. "But. Your display? You are just a miserable little rabbit screaming for attention, a life that meant nothing sparking up, and will mean nothing fizzling out. Look, behold him, the wanton king of fools!"
I giggled at her answer, " 'O he's a F'pdoodle? A fool?" I asked to myself. I tore a piece of the bread of and threw it into the forest for the animmals, then ate some myself. It was interesting how this played out in the end. My legs ached, so what was the harm in resting? I watched the man eat a piece of the heart, it ws disgusting how he ate...
"A fool I may be, but I will enjoy every step along the way." He gathers together a small pile of burnt corpses with his magic so that they lay neatly together with which he promptly sits down upon it like any comfortable chair.
"You will not enjoy the end, it is about time your breed join with the dragons," she says, a threat with lack of any vague intent. "It is nature's time to reclaim its place, the Sanguine Witch, Black Bella returns."
She lets out a low crackling growl, biting her bottom lip with inhuman needle-like teeth, before spitting in his direction, onto his makeshift chair. The place of contact quickly corroding away, in a way that would cause it to slant and topple. Soon the ground around him too would start to be covered in the potent toxin, a green miasma rising as vapor, agitated further by the heat of the flames.
"It would be much to hope that you stay and rot, but I've better matters to attend."
After doing this, she turns, rushing against the side of a building, a strength unlike that of a man, toppling down the weakened structure, spraying ash and debris about, and in doing so creating a path not covered in fire. Those who were not dead already now had a clear path to escape. With this, she began to walk out from the village. She had no intent to see this any further.
He leaped upwards sprouting large reptilian wings as he flapped them, staying in the air as he watched her try to repair his damage. "The dragons died because of ignorance, I will never be hunted down."
I watched it all go down, but why did she spit? And isn't she strong, I scampered up to the top of the tree. Opportuntity strikes. That man seemed to be covered in some sort of green vapour. I watched the kind woman leave the village. I hurried of in her direction, ending up before her, I placced a peice of bread on a clean rock ad carved into a tree, 'thank you'. I hurried up said tree to see how long the village was tto burn, I wasn't allowed 'home' without 4 shillings and sixteen crowns... Better get stealing I guess...
"You have already marked you as prey," she says, looking back at the man, her eyes glimmering under her hood. Unlike him, there was in fact no feeling in these eyes, no pleasure or joy. It was a look of a predator to its prey, not a person. It was clear, she would feel nothing. "And one day, I will devour you."
With that she glanced down at the bread on the rock and the note scratched upon the tree. She smiles, picking it up.
"You sure it wise to feed a monster, child?" she says softly, a playful tone contrasting greatly against the one with the man. "They say they become hard to be rid of... or, was that 'feed a cat?' Either way, you are welcome."
Weirdo, I covered my mouth and ran through the flames, biting my lip till it bled. Upon licking the blood, I erased the smoke from my lungs. Where had that mage go'e too?His body ain't here, so... "Where is he... I was sure he would have had a pretty penny or two..." I wondered over to a woman who was missing her heart, and fished around in her clothing for anything. I do hope that the nice miss go her thanks... I got out a shilling or two and ran, my blood was scarce, didn't want to heal someone by accident and word of me getting out...
Making her way back, she finds the boy is once again being captured and taken away. This kid has the worst luck in life, she thinks, creeping along behind, hissing as she passes the black mage.
"For what do you intend with the boy?" she asks Heinz, just as she did before to the men from before, covering her face. Unseen, a metamorphosis occurs under the rags, flesh and form changing, shifting ever so subtly. "Ah... are you so callous to separate a mother from her child?"
Drawing back her hood, she had the face of a young woman, pale and fair, one blue eye, one bright green, a star-shaped birthmark under her left eye. She had replicated the features of Lekrin onto herself, even his ears, creating a nearly flawless charade of being of his blood, in the eyes of a human, at least. If I can play this out, she thinks, perhaps this could go without blood this time.
"We are drifters of a lost kind, all that remain."
I gulped, I see, this miss was so nice... "Mo-mother!
My blue, slowly shading back into brown, eyes widened, as a theif, I was pretty good at faking. I squirmed and wriggled, I saw both sides of Miss, the one that seemed human and.. and... the other one. My frozen skin began to become war as heat of the man seeped onto me, I could take the chance and bite, or I could give...
"I'm not dumb witch, I saw what you did back there! And if you must know... I'm goin to make 'em a pirate.... If you want you could come, but Pirates don't tend to like ANY magic caster. And it's pretty obvious you're one." Heinz starts to walk away again "I need some rum, kid you think at the next village before the festival, you can 'find' me some rum at the bar?" Heinz looks at the dragon