


Name
Lena of Anguaren - she was never given a proper last name.
Nickname
Lena doesn't have any 'friends', so her nicknames are limited to whatever Sabine feels the urge to call her.
Age
17-19 or so (329)
Gender
Female
Appearance
Lena's hair is long, darkbrown and slightly wavy, her eyes are big and round, sporting a beautiful hazel with specs of gold and emerald. She can said to be quite tiny; actually she's only 4'95", so yes... she's almost a dwarf, though not entirely. She has a slight frame, being very skinny and with narrow shoulders. She doesn't have a lot of curves but there are enough for one to easily see that she's female. Her look is fragile and petite in all, though her hair is thick, and the big, brown eyes can certainly make her resemble a frightened doe when scared. She has her right ear's cartilage pierced all the way up, always wearing a collection of little, silver hoops, seemingly hugging the ear. Her left ear, however, has no piercings at all. She also wears a plain, silver ring on her finger, with a tiny ruby embedded - a memory of her long-gone mother.
Occupation
The Demon King's personal servant. She basically does her usual duties, along with whatever else she's told to.
Skills/Equipment
Born as a half-demon, Lena of course has supernatural strength, senses and speed, though she is nothing compared to other demons. Other than that, she doesn't much like the idea of violence - hence why she doesn't have skill nor equipment of any melee importance. She does, however, beat dough with ferocity. Oh yes, she's a killer this one.
Personality
Lena is most likely one of the most strange demons you will ever find. Not because she's that strange all in all, but because she's strange to her race. Where most demons are cold and fierce, Lena is warm and timid. She mostly keeps to the shadows, preferring solitude to the company of others, mostly because she's found her race unable to accept of her and her quiet, softer nature. She sets herself apart too much, she wouldn't dream of hurting a fly, and in a world where you prove yourself through your sword, that's become a problem.
But while Lena is indeed soft, respectful and quiet - polite and careful to a fault, she possesses an inner strength entirely unfamiliar to others. This little halfling has been through what humans would consider hell. She has been beaten, raped and abused emotionally as well, countless times during her time on the castle, not to mention the fact that her own family chose to rid itself of her, sending her off to fend for herself in a castle where, had Sabine not taken to her, she would have probably been killed. Lena, while having had quite a few breakdowns in quiet, never went to the king. Instead she's hid everything from him to the best of her abilities; the rapes and beating from the guards along with even other servants were never things she spoke of. If the king ever found out about her assaults, it did not come from her, even if she has often been suspected of ratting.
Due to all of this, Lena has a whole bunch of pent-up emotions and as much as she is unaware of this, almost needs to be loved. She craves it subconsciously, and she, while careful, will be one to jump at any sight of warmth or care from the people around her. This is her human side again, because where demons don't need love, humans do, and Lena's never had it. The king is the only person who has ever shown her any level of care or protectiveness. He took her in when she had nowhere else to go. He's kept her alive all these years, and he's always allowed her to spend her free time reading. Oftentimes in his quarters, right along side him. She's been by his side for several centuries, and she is fiercely loyal. Sabine, to her, is almost like her guardian angel, and Lena would do anything for him. Hell, if he asked her to die for him, she would... without even blinking an eye. He is all she has and he means everything to her.
History
Lena is the daughter of a successful, noble warlord in the Demonic ranks, Lord Gregor of Anguaren, but her mother was a human who the warlord had met during a couple of years on earth. She, however, died giving birth to this little brunette, and her father returned to Dothri Regum, not heartbroken of course, but annoyed that his beautiful woman had died. She had been a nice trophy. He never returned to earth, and neither did Lena, until she took up service with the king.
Lena has always been shunned for her tiny built, little height and very soft nature. In a society where cruelty and coldness are traits to be admired, fair little Lena never really fit in. When she was only 30, her father sent her to the king, in the hopes that some time at the castle would toughen her up - or kill her, and it did... somewhat. Or, that's what she likes to tell herself, anyways. She hates seeing things die, be in pain or otherwise hurt, but she recognizes that very few of her kin do, so she's gotten used to it by now.
Back home, Lena was the odd little duckling - the half-human who always simply felt too much - cared too much. Her father was more than a little disappointed with the result of his brief encounter with the Asian human, and both he and the rest of Lena's half-family consisting of many older brother, likes to beat and taunt her to no end. As a result, she was even more of a quiet mouse than now, when she arrived at the castle, where the taunts only continued, but this time she had no where to hide. So she just kept working.. doing her job to perfection, and in the end she was brought to the king, who appeared to have a soft spot for halflings.
It didn't take her long to prove her worth and she was allowed to remain in his quarters where she was given a room... away from the other servants. The king's wing was not somewhere you dared go if you could help it, and so, Lena finally had somewhere to hide. If not in her own room, then in the king's bed chambers or sitting room. She will often be on the floor, engrossed in a book when the king arrives home from his daily walks. It hasn't stopped the abuse though, because she cannot stay in the king's quarters all day, but they've learned not to hurt her so that it shows anywhere the king might see since the last person who did hurt her that way was severely punished.
Or rather, they learned that many years ago - to only bruise her where her clothes would hide it. But two years ago, Lena was hurt badly. So badly she'd had no way of hiding it from Sabine, and the king lost his infamous control. All in all, that guard will never again be able to rape another woman. Not that Sabine killed him - oh no. The man was made an example of, his manhood crushed beyond recognition.
She has now been the king's personal servant for about 250 years, and he has always watched over her, for some reason she doesn't understand, but much appreciates. She hasn't talked to her family since they sent her away and doubts they even know whether or not she's alive.
Other
Not at current.
Post
Lena stood, her body perfectly still as she watched the sunset, her eyes almost glued to the colourful spectacle before her eyes. The sun really was the most beautiful thing ever created, was it not? The sun god could indeed be very proud. She smiled vaguely, her big, brown eyes gazing at the kingdom she had so often wished she did not belong to; Dothri Regum. The land of her kin, or rather, half of her kin, and ruled by her master, the ever-powerful king Sabine. She sighed, finally loosening up. The king was on one of his usual walks, even if they weren't in the human world. She imagined he was in the grand garden, enjoying the last rays of sunshine on his pale skin.
With that thought, she turned around, looking at the king's bedroom. It was grand and luxurious in every which way, all silks and beautiful carvings. It was also spotless. Clean beyond compare. Lena was small, but she was effective, and she knew her king expected nothing less of her. If his room wasn't in perfect condition when he came home, he would probably assume something was wrong and he would force her to tell him whether something had happened today. Something had, but she could easily deal with it. Ever since that night two years ago, no one had dared hurt her to any serious degree. Now they were more... gentle, so to speak. No more specially made condoms with spikes. She shuddered at the memory, her gaze falling to the floor as she gathered herself and her thoughts. She would not bow down to this. He was gone, degraded. He couldn't hurt her anymore. Her master had made sure of that.
Having reassured herself, Lena took a deep breath and went to pick up her book from the floor by the door, patting her cover ever so lightly. Her king had been acting rather oddly since they had come back to the kingdom. She couldn't quite pin point what it was, but something was eating at him, something was on his mind, and it worried her. Sometimes he was in an unsually bad mood, the way he acted when something inside of him was not under his control. Moody and brooding. And then, some days he was more contemplative, thoughtful and distant. And other still, he would be soft. Those were rare, but since their time on earth last time, her king had shown his more caring side a little more often.
Suddenly, jolting Lena out of her line of thought, a knock on the door sounded and she furrowed her brown ever so lightly. Sabine didn't knock on his own door, and no one came here unless they had serious business. She sighed, calling out as she moved into the sitting room, "His majesty is not in his chambers." It was all she said as she settled herself on the floor by the door, certain this couldn't possibly have anything to do with her. However, soon the voice of a guard she knew only all too well, sounded, "The king requires your presence, little servant." He noted. Lena bit her lower lip. Sabine wouldn't send him to retrieve her. He wouldn't. Would he? She bit harder on her lip, fear spreading through her body as she started shivering as if freezing.
She let the book fall into her lap as she looked up at the door. He wouldn't. He simply wouldn't. Not that guard. No. Unless he had forgotten? Had he forgotten the awful things this animal had done to her? Her eyes widened in fear at that prospect. It couldn't be. She shook her head furiously before replying, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Did he mention any reason?" Sabine rarely sent for her when she was already in. Had he arrived home then? She was usually summoned when her king returned from his walks. Shakily, Lena got to her feet, clasping her book in her arms as the guard replied "does he ever?" That much was true. And she couldn't not come when Sabine called for her, no matter who had been sent to fetch her. She quietly opened the door, faced with hateful, burning eyes, and she sunk the lump forming in her throat.
His face alone called back so many memories. So many bad memories. She took a deep breath, her gaze on the floor as she waited for him to lead her somewhere. If this was a trap, Sabine would be able to scent him in these halls. He would. He would know. If something happened, Sabine would know. Lena didn't feel comfortable with that thought at all, however. Then the guard turned around and she slowly followed him, a couple of steps behind. Always keeping her distance as he supposedly lead her to Sabine.
The muffled scream which echoed down the hall only minutes later was enough to tell anyone this encounter had nothing to do with the king, but more to do with revenge. Revenge over what the king had done to him two years ago in response to what he himself had done to Lena. Lena was blamed because she was the only one he could hurt. The only one he could over power this way, and so she took her beating, only whimpering quietly, and once it was over, she limped her way back to the king's bed chambers, sinking onto the floor, trying to heal up a bit before her king came home. The thought of him noticing the scent of the guard sent chills down her spine. If she was lucky, this would be one of those night during which Sabine noticed nothing but himself. One could always hope. After all, they weren't all that rare. [/font]