Nickname(s):
Whatever her king chooses to call her, since it's not like she has 'friends'.
Age (Real Age):
17 or so... (329)
Gender:
Female
Looks
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 demonking's personal servant (and toy).
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/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 parents sent her to the king, in the hopes that some time at the castle would toughen her up, 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. Her greatest fear is so displease the king, because firstly... he's the king, and secondly, he's a force to be reckoned with. Besides... they guy towers over he, like a mountain would a flower. She feels oddly safe with him, though, as he seems to somehow hate her less than the others, even if it does please him to scare her. 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. No one dares hurt the king's pet, so her time at the castle is much more comfortable than the life she had with her actual family, who despised her, beat her and taunted her to no end. Therefore, she is also very grateful of the king and very loyal; she'd follow him wherever he wanted her to and does whatever he wants her to. In truth, she's the perfect little servant to a king like Sabine.
Other:
~Admires people who speak their minds, because she rarely seems able to herself.
~ Loves cooking, though she rarely gets to spend any time in the kitchen - except when the king spends time on earth, as he tends to take a very small group along with him.
~ She always wears dresses, though she adapts to her surroundings, meaning she will wear shorter, more cute dresses on earth, and longer, more elegant dresses in Dothri Regum
~ Lena has no relationship with her family. In fact, they haven't spoken since her father sent her off to the king about 250 years prior.
Post:
Lena stood still, not moving in the slightest, her facial expression soft. A tiny smile was on her full lips as she watched the sunset. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen... of course, she'd watched the sunset many time, but it never got less captivating. Her king would be back soon, she knew. He was currently in the grand hall, taking requests and prayers from his subjects. They would ask him to support them in a feud with another peasant, or to grant them food to live through the harsh winters, or whatever else problems they might have. How he would react, depended upon the king's mood in the current situation, she was aware. No one really knew what the king would say or do, as he was always motivated by anger. It was curious... most demons were merely none-feeling, but Sabine has another story. He always felt, with a passion really, even though he was many years old. Her father had been expressionless at all times, but the king... him, she was able to read. His moods anyway, never his thought, because those... well, to put it simply, she didn't really want to spend time in her master's head. She had a feeling it was a dark and eerie place.
The knock on the door, brought her out of her musings as she glanced at it. "Come in," she said softly, knowing the person would hear. King Sabine did not have humans in his household. "But beware that the king is out, and he will not like foreign smells to take residence in his chambers." She continued. She was in his bedroom, actually. It had the best view, and she was the only one with unrestricted access to the place. Well... besides the king, that is. So it was one of the few places she felt entirely safe from the others. The door opened despite her warming, and her gaze fixated on the moving object, trying to decide who would be foolish enough to enter the king's chambers without his own permission.Foolish, she thought, so very foolish. Then her eyes caught sight of the man in the door. He didn't dare step inside, but stood still just beyond the threshold. Hmm... perhaps not so foolish, she thought looking the man over. He was a guard, she could tell from his attire, but wondered why he wasn't training at this time of day. Skylar wasn't one to let her men run about like that.
"Lena, the king desires your presence." He merely said, but at least he'd used her name, in stead of "flower", "tiny", "mouse" or something else entirely degrading. He was merely expressionless, thank god. She did wonder what her master wanted, however. He very rarely summoned her to the grand hall, but she supposed he just wanted to watch her squirm in the presence of his entire, big, scary, hateful guard. She would, however, do as he commanded of her, so Lena, though already slightly worried for her safety, walked slowly to the guard, fighting to keep her face entire without trace of her feelings. She wasn't sure she actually succeeded, however.
