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Hekate

"In the need of strategy? I can help."

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a character in “Feud in Euthrin”, as played by Pantheran

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Hekate




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Name: Hekate
Race: Vampire
Age: 128
Gender: Female

Appearance:
She looks like 30-year-old. She has dark brown hair, usually kept in ponytail. Normally her eyes are also brown, but when she's in the lust of blood, they're red. She's really short, 154cm.



Yes... That might work.



Skills: Strong and fast.
Weapons: Doesn't have any. She relies on her strength and speed.

Personality:
She's cold and calculating. She always thinks what's the best thing to do in a each situation. She's one of those who are in charge of battle strategy.
She hates being called short. If you call her short, prepare to sudden death.

Bio:
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Other:
You can kill this character (if you can)
Euthrin

So begins...

Hekate's Story

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Character Portrait: Mook Character Portrait: Midnight Shadow Character Portrait: Hekate Character Portrait: Fallon Character Portrait: Alric Fentar Character Portrait: Gilraen Tasartir
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The beginning


Gilraen


The leaves were falling in Euthrin as Fall came. The air was timid and tension came as a battle was surely to come. Gilraen watched as many of her kind scrambled in the forest to find a safe place. Yet she stayed wanting to join her Queen into the fued.

Gilraen saw many different paranormal creatures appear in the area. She now knew that it was really happening. Sitting on the side she still waited for news to come from the queen. twirling an arrow in her hand..

Gilraen: She finally stood up from sitting when the voice of the Queen echoed Calling forth her troops. Gilraen clinched
Her arrow placing it behind her with the rest of them. Walking to the group of other elves and creatures
They all listened to Ellra give her speech about strength and teamwork, including the fight to which they were
given.

Gilraen: Listened carefully while standing in the crowd. They were told to be prepared and ready for any attacks that may come unexpectedly. Gilraen looked around once the speech was done and met up with a group of other creatures who seemed to be nice.

Gilraen: Surprisingly as she walked up to greet the group they turned away at her prescence. The sight made her take a step back full of hurt. What made her different from those part of the same battle Gilraen was in with them. Slowly she backed away as they talked amongst eachother secretively and made her way into the forest to find some peace.

Gilraen: Made her self distant from the crowded place. She knew her part among them to fight for her kind but it was difficult when she would be neglected. Sitting against a old tree she sighed holding on to her trusty bow. Gilraen always carried it with her wherever she went.

Gilraen: Looked at her hands then at the grass below her. From the distance she could hear yelling of those sharing a speech of motivations. Gilraen knew she was outcasted. Was it because of the way she looked? Her family? what exactly is it. It seemed as if something was being kept away from her to know. Gilraen grunted in annoyance. All she wanted to do was get over with this fued that made no sense.

Midna and Hekate


Midna looked at the sky. She could feel the tension in the air. She smirked. She loved to have a good fight. The demons and vampires had been allied already. Midna was waiting for them.

Hekate walked towards the meeting place. She was ready.If someone would attack, she would rip them into pieces.

Midna saw Hekates group walking closer. She greeted them with a nod. She led them to the other creatures. The number of paranormals was outrageous. More surprisingly none of them were fighting. They had a common task this time.

Hekate walked with Midna and when she noticed Vladimir, she went over to him. "My lord" she said bowing down. The Vampire leader gave her some basic introductions: kill everyone who rises sword against us. Hekate nodded and smiled. Blood was what she needed. She didn't rely on weapons. All she needed was her strength and speed.

Midna glanced around the field. Looked like almost everyone was here. She took her katanas and smiled. This would be a good day.

Mook, Alric and Fallon


Mook: From the safety of a shadowy tree, Mook watched the elves flee to their perches. The darkness wrapped around
his finger in anticipation.

Alric paced around the camp as the humans around the camp were clearly preparring for the future war that was to come. Today he wore his full leather armor and an enchanted cloak over his armor. Two blades were sheathed on either hip and a recurve bow was slung next to a quiver over the cloak. He wondered what this day would bring. He didn't want to fight but he would perform his duty for humankind.

Fallon: The fall air seemed colder than usual; it sent chills up Fallon’s arms. There was something coming, and soon. She
stepped out from behind a dying tree, spotting her ally pacing just a few yards from her, and let the vines curling up her arm disappear.

With a well-practised gesture from his fingertip, light fled from Mook. To all but the most attentive onlooker, he was invisible. He moved closer to the Elven sentries, making a mental note of their positions.

Alric moved back a few paces toward Fallon. "I'm thinking about going to scout would you like to join me?" He asked the young woman. The air was cold and he felt this was the eve of war but what choice did they have in this. Clearly everything was being manipulated by the political elite.

Fallon covered her arms with her hands as a breeze whirled around them. She looked up at the man—so much taller than her small little frame. She nearly had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze. “S-sure..” Fallon whispered. Battling was…not her forte. She could fend for herself but harming anyone, including an enemy was difficult. It wasn't in her nature to fight. But what wasn't in her nature didn't matter. She took a timid step towards Alric, hesitating what they were about to do next.

A sentry squinted in Mook's direction. The sentry frowned. Mook took this as a sign to retreat. What would have fooled any human was not enough to confuse fae; besides, he had a fair grasp of the defenses at the Elven borders. He unsummoned his cloak of darkness with a word, and headed back in the direction of the human camp.

Alric looked down to the woman with a smile this was it, it seemed the calm before the storm. "I'll lead the way but be ready incase things go south out there. I'm thinking that we are going to be coming pretty close to the enemy out there. But if we can gain anything on their positions or their strength it could save many human lives". He said with a smile before pulling the cowl of his cloak up over his head.

Fallon: The man’s smile comforted her slightly, and made the task seemed almost welcoming, if that was possible. She walked carefully beside him, her feet barely making a sound. “If you’d like, I’ll wait behind and back you up. The roots trail pretty long, so I can distract them if you’re ambushed.” Alric seemed prepared and ready, and Fallon tried to appear the same, but there was a shaking in her voice and chill up her spine. Her eyes drifted from the ground, to him, to the ground again.

Half-way back to base camp, Mook heard the rustlings of a pursuer. He sped up. As whatever it was increased speed to match, its each movement became louder. Finally, unable to contain his anxiety, Mook turned on a heel. A very large viper raised itself to half his height. What kind of magics made this snake so large?

"It's your choice." Alric said with a smile to the woman before trodding forward. He moved a somewhat of a brisk pace towards into the forest. Suddenly he heard a ruckus ahead and looked forward to see a few forms ahead . "Something is up ahead!" He said to Fallon.

The first thing Mook did was fall over. By luck, the snake had lunged toward his face, so now it recoiled back. Instinct
drew the shadows of the forest toward him. He stood up and the viper shot at his arm. Its jaw clenched shut over what might
have been smoke; Mook used the clone to buy him some time as he virtually cartwheeled backward.

Fallon turned her head towards Alric, and suddenly became tense. She heard noises coming through the forest, something moving. She crouched and hid behind the bushes, crawling further to try to see what had been going on. “Stay here, I’ll go on ahead,” Alric whispered, taking on her plan of action. He crept forward, the closer he came to the sounds the better he could see what was going on. Bringing a hand to one of his weapons, Alric watched as a viper wriggled in front of..Mook. Alric let out a breath of relief, seeing an ally there, and almost laughed at the site. He waved his hand, sending a sign to Fallon that it was okay; well, almost okay. Once the girl reached Alric’s side she gasped and let her power take over, the roots few feet from her rising and grapping the slithering creature away from Mook.

It took Mook a couple seconds to get his bearing. He was so suddenly whisked from danger that he had not a single coherent emotion. A few stray strands of shadows whirled in the air before fading into the light. "Thank you, " he murmured as he composed himself. "It was serendipitous running into you both; if not, I fear I should have been snake food."

Helena


Helena did not, normally, deal in fighting. Plenty of her family did. They were werewolves after all, bloodshed was kind of a family occupation. However the most recent child of the lineage was not really the same kind of thing as her more tall, athletic, statuesque kin. Whilst most of them tended to revel in shows of strength she was not exactly the most athletic looking creature, rather short in stature, pale and odd looking, with bright red eyes that hinted toward something not altogether true to her apparent species.
As such, she wasn't really up toward the front with the others to much as firmly instructed to stay somewhat out of the way at the time, sat on a vantage point, watching the assemblage.

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Midna


While waiting that everyone would gather Midna decided to do some practice. She found a not-so-crowded place and hold her katanas, one in both hands. She took a steady position and swing the katanas around quickly imagining the enemies around her. After a while she closed her eyes and repeated the same pattern exactly.

When she was satisfied, she put her katanas back to the scabbards on her back. She stretched a bit and looked towards the sky again. She couldn't wait for the battle. It would begin at the midnight. The paranormals had advantage then. In the darkness humans were just blind. However the day was clear, there was a single, small cloud in the sky, so the Moon would give some light. It wasn't full moon yet. That would be too dangerous. The werewolves couldn't control themselves if it would.


Hekate


Hekate sat on the field with two other vampire. She didn't enjoy the sight. There was too many people for her taste. The group as big as this meant that she couldn't kill as many humans as she was hoping for. She disliked them. She didn't know anything worse than humans. They were weak and clumsy. Only good thing about them was their blood. Hekate was more than happy to be a vampire. She liked being strong and invincible.

Hekate lie down to the ground. She could use some rest before battle. Not that she was tired. But then she would had more strength in a battle. She closed her eyes and ignored everything around her.

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Character Portrait: Yuni Character Portrait: Kryptonite Character Portrait: Midnight Shadow Character Portrait: Hekate Character Portrait: Gilraen Tasartir Character Portrait: Esgalnoron
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As the night became deeper, Yuni became more antsy. She had parted with the rest of her kin, as they had been readying for battle, with all it's formalities or what not. Yuni was more concerned about the victory party that would take place afterward. So she sat on a stump, continuing to carve a large wooden club, the size of a cow, out of what was once a large oak, using an elven sword she happened to pick up earlier. Chip by chip, wood was whittled away by the carefully crafted blade, which was small for her hands and it had quickly dulled. Yuni hadn't given the thought about whether the original owner may have minded, as her mind was concentrated on the future battle.

Morale was pretty high among these 'paranormal' creatures, knowing that the humans stood no chance against them. Yuni had even thought about going over there herself and throwing them a party, a last moment of happiness before death, but then she decided against it. She reached for a bottle at her side to take another big swig of the barley-water she drank so much, only to realize it was empty. Grumbling, Yuni stood up and placed the bottle on her stump seat. She then rose the club over her head and swung it downward, grunting as she did so. The bottle shattered completely and the stump made a cracking noise under the blunt force. Grunting with satisfaction, Yuni decided to try taking a walk, and perhaps find out where she could find more booze.

Though, as she did, she began to realize how formidable her allies may have been. Many creatures of all races had been showing off their proficiency with their weapons, supposedly practicing for combat. It put a grin on her face. Formidable with weaponry they may have been, but in the end, Yuni knew she would have the biggest head count. Yuni mounted her foot on a rock and let the head of her club drop on it.

"AAAALLRIGHT THEN!" Yuni bellowed, gaining the attention of many, "Which one of 'ye little fruitcakes think they can beat ME?!" If Yuni liked anything about meeting new people, it was about challenging new people. Not to mention, she absolutely enjoys creating a ruckus.

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Hekate


While resting Hekate hed finally come up with the fight strategy. She was one of those who were in charge of it and if everyone would accept her idea, the fight would be over fast. Her perfect plan was this: first comes panic, then fear and finally death.

The first group to attack would be the werewolves. They would hide in the White forest waiting the humans. Wolves were fast and silent – mages wouldn't realize what hit them. They would shatter mages lines and humans would be in panic.
After that would come the vampires and blood angels. With their strength they were able to do much damage.
Last group would be the demons and elves. They were accurate and fast so they could kill the rest, especially those who tried to run away, easily.
Yokais had different abilities so they would be in a groups that suited best to them.
Of course Hekate wouldn't mind if other paranormals changed their group too. It was a bit risky to attack with all at the same time but she relied that humans were stupid and slow enough not to realize it. But maybe adding few elves and vampires in the first group and part of the werewolves would stay behind...”Yes. That could work.”

The only thing left now was to inform the leaders. First Hekate went over to her lord, Vladimir. The Demon King, Gilrath was also there. She explained her plan and they both agreed. Gilrath promised to take care of his group personally. Hekate tried to find other leaders but all paranormals were scattered over the camp and she didn't see them anywhere. She noticed an elf sitting in a ground. ”You, elf over there.” Hekate shouted. ”Could you take message to your leader?”

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Gilraen looked over at the woman and was surprised someone was actually talking to her. Of all things a vampire no less, yet it was probably because she does not know of Gilraen's background.
"a..message? maybe..but most likely not..no one will be willing to listen to me.. me especially, I'm merely just an outsider or the village's 'waste of space' you should find someone else who they will trust" Gilraen said tossing a handful of grass to the side "If not your important message will never be known.."

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Hekate


Hekate was a bit surprised about her answer but she was used to hide her emotions. ”Well, I'll find someone else then. Just one guestion. It seems that you're not in contact with other elves so in which group you want to fight?” Hekate quickly explained her battle plan. ”I'm pretty sure Lucian, the Alpha Wolf, will be in charge in the first group. Though I haven't talked with him yet. I'll be in that group as well. And of course your queen would lead the elves in the third group.”

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The question made Gilraen grunt a little hurt on the inside sitting more against the old tree behind her. "Honestly..I don't really know anymore..I was against this whole war in the first place, it didn't really make any sense to me but my kind is in danger and I wanted to defend them but how can I? when none of them even accept my existence.." She sighed. "Anyways it would be best to tell someone else of your message..."
Gilraen was beaten up inside as everything she knew was changing. She couldn't help but feel she was in the wrong place.

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Hekate


Hekate leaned on a tree. ”So you want to help them and prove you're not useless. Then why are you sitting here! You should go and protect them. If you are lucky someone will attack on your Queen during the fight. Stay close to her and save her life. That should do the trick.”

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Gilraen's eyes widen and she looks up at the woman. "I could..but they probably wont let me even near her. My family has done somethings that are shameful...The last thing the Queen needs is someone like me around her..I will only be a burden for her like a bad luck charm around her neck.." She explained.

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Hekate


"You elves are always thinking too much about dignity and shame. What is done is done." Hekate shrugged her shoulders. "I have lived over hundred years. Is there something I regret? Yes. But do I let it ruin my life? No."

She walked slowly next to Gilraen. "I can tell just by looking at you that you can fight. I would say it's rare among elves. So, let me give you an advice. Go there, talk with your Queen and offer your help. Show that you're not like your family. I'm not going to ask what they have done 'cause it's not my business. But if your Queen has any sense she will accept your help."


Ronwair


Ronwair glanced over Alric. "If you have a report, put it in the pile." He said pointing the papers on the desk. "If it's something else I can give you few minutes. I need to go to talk with the Prince. Is that cat yours?" He asked when noticing Jikorin.

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Gilraen's face soon came to color from its dull state looking up at the woman she felt somehow hope had come or she had heard a door unlock not to far from her. The door that could her to her dreams to bring them into reality. Gilraen stood up and dusted herself up grasping her bow in her hand firmly.

"Whats the message..?"

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Hekate


”Inform your Queen about the battle plan. Ask if she accepts it. If she does you don't have to do anything but if she disagrees let me know. Also say to her that my lord, Vladimir, and the Demon King Gilrath have accepted the plan.”

Hekate started to walk away. ”Have fun when killing the humans.” she said and wawed her hand.

Next she walked over to Lucian. ”Hey wolfie.” Hekate smirked. ”Want to hear the battle plan? I also assume you're going to be in charge of your pack.”