Description
Species: Lahanian. The rough equivalent of humans from another aspect of the Multiverse. On sight alone, there are no differences between humans and lahanians. She has three marks on her face- one under each eye and one on her forehead- that distinguish her as a priestess of the Lahanian Empryea.
Age: She appears in her mid-thirties, just starting to show signs of age. In reality, she has lived for at least 400 Lahanian years. Her travels have caused her to lose exact count.
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: What a rude question to ask of a lady!
Eyes: A true, royal blue
Hair: Long white locks that are typically kept unbound
Garments: She has adopted the style of a sleeveless japanese kimono top for travels, a dark blue, with plain white trousers. It is belted with a simple piece of rope, from which is hung her satchel of tools. A quiver of arrows is always slung across her back, though she carries no visible bow to use them with. She is usually barefoot. Rarely seen, she dresses in flowing white ceremonial robes for special occassions.
Personality
The priestess is a peaceful soul, and yet a powerful force of justice in the cosmos. She always prefers to settle disputes through mediation rather than violence, and she is a champion of the weak. She is deeply commited to the credos of her order, above them all mercy, justice, and dignity for all beings. She will never attack unless first provoked, and even then prefers a defensive strategy to an offensive one. She is not, however, a wilting flower. Dallas has an intellectual mind, trained as sharply as her body, balancing religion with reason.
Likes: Flowers, reading, meditation and conversation
Dislikes: Those who prey on weaker beings
Greatest Desire: To recruit enough apprentices that they can restore the Empryea to its former glory
Greatest Fear: Dragons
Greatest Strengths: Temperance, Fortitude, and Prudence
Greatest Flaws: Her intelligence can occassionally cause her to be less-than-patient with those who are not as quick as she is.
Equipment
Weapons: Reishinken ("divine soul sword") - A magically forged sword that has the ability to shift to three distinct weapons:
* longsword
* staff
* longbow
All the forms of Reishinken are black, adorned with several small blue gemstone and etched bolts of silver lightning. Often, Dallas will also channel her magics through it.
Nature's Guardian- An ancient artifact bestowed with the power to attract or repel metal objects. Its form is a compilation of leather armor, which Dallas currently wears.
Magical Abilities: As a priestess, her attacks center around divine power, purification, and healing. They are most effective against beings of evil, chaos, demons or undead.
Other Items: Teleportation Necklace: A small pendant that grants her the power to return to the Antongrad Seaside Towers at a moment's notice.
A pouch that contains her magic and healing tools:
* several small crystals
* mortar and pestle
* various herbs
* vials of pre-made salves and healing potions
* small candles
History
Dallas's Journal
Dallas was recognized for her potential at an early age. Born into a prestigious clan of powerful priestesses serving the Lahanian kingdon, she was schooled from her early youth in the ways of the Empryea. She trained rigorously across several weapon techniques, and primarily discovered a love of the bo staff and longbow, though she was adept with a sword as well. In her training, she also discovered a deep-seated fount of holy magic, which her studies honed and intensified to their current level.
When Dallas reached the tender age of 12, a great evil fell upon the realm. Every last citizen was called upon to defend the land from the wickedness known only as "The Dragon Mistress", and among the first volunteers were most members of the Empryea. But even their great magic and sharp battle skills proved no match for the Mistress, and countless were slain in her wake. Dallas was youngest among the survivors, numbers who were too few to restore the Empryea to its former magnificence. One by one the last priestesses faded into history, until only one remained. The old ways fell into obscurity, retold only as fairy tales to the young of the land. Only one woman remained true to the gods she had known her whole life.
And it was that woman the gods cursed with the task of restoring the Empryea. She would wander the multiverse, to realms innummerable, unable to go to the rest of the afterlife until her mission was fulfilled to their satisfaction.
And so she wanders...
The Lahanian EmpryeaIn days long past, the Empryea were a powerful and respected force in the realm of Lahan. The clan of priestesses held many positions of leadership in government of all levels, and also put their efforts towards humanitarian causes and social justice. They were ambassadors, doctors, advisors, teachers...wherever evil and ignorance existed in the world, they were there to combat it. Above all, however, they were the religious leaders of all the peoples in Lahan. They lived their lives in the service of Lahan's many gods, the creators and protectors of the realm.
The Pantheon- Viseron: Lord of the Dead
- Daena: Lady of the Born
- Sike: Lady of the Mind
- Uronis: Lord of the Heart
- Rhynia: The Hunter
- Lemari: The Grower
Also, the demi-gods Ailato, Myreen, and So'oken.
The Meerlaa (Code)The key tenets of the Empryea are in the form of vows taken by each and every member when she comes of age, usually at 12. They are:
- Feed the hungry
- Give drink to the thirsty
- Clothe the naked
- Shelter the homeless
- Care for the sick
- Visit the imprisoned
- Bury the dead
- Instruct the ignorant
- Counsel the doubtful
- Admonish sinners
- Bear wrongs patiently
- Forgive offences willingly
- Comfort the afflicted
- Pray for the living and the dead
So begins...
Out the corner of her eye, the white priestess caught sight of the boy. Young, indeed. She made a slide between his hiding place and the officer that had just barged through the door. "That way, someone just took a woman with him. She was wounded, but I didn't see what happened." Her genture indicated back through the front door.
The priestess glanced back at Simon, and gave him a quick half smile before addressing the police again. "He's seen much, and needs a rest, that's all. I'll make sure he gets out safely." Her stance shifted slightly, the tip of the staff coming to rest on the floor and the back end aloft behind her back. An under the radar move, but it's message would be prevalent. She said nothing more, as it seemed the officer became otherwise occupied with Cryo.
Having grown silent to watch the exchange, Dallas hoped to catch Simon's glance with a warm smile and a nod. "I don't think he's nearly as scary as you give him credit." With that, she took up her staff and strode out with purpose- clearly something urgent called her away.
The door to the bar opened to reveal the proud stature of a tall woman. She held herself with a warrior's air, and yet at the same time there was a gentleness to her features that would put most anyone at ease. She exuded an aura of serenity, and her movements as she entered the room were soft and flowing. Physically appearing she was a human in her thirties, showing some signs of age and wisdom, but not enough to deter from a beauty in her features. Her eyes were a deep, clear blue, and matched in color by three marks on her face: one on her forehead and on each cheek. Her hair was a striking silvery white and down to her derriere, pulled in a thick, loose braid to keep it in check. Her garments were simple: a blue kimono top and flowing white hakama. She carried a quiver of arrows strapped to her back, but carried only a staff visibly: a black rod capped in silver white ends that was at least a head as tall as she. She strolled in, offering nods and warm smiles to any who acknowledged her presence as she made her way to a table.
The blue gaze of the woman appeared slightly amused as she reclined in a cair and took in the room. No shortage of entertainment here, that was a general certainty. Aside from that, she was always pleased to converse with new people- every experience was an opportunity for learning. She tilted he head, however, at the mention of a doctor, and it piqued her concern enough to rise from her seat and make her way toward Syaio Kyorn.
"Might I be able to be of some assistance?" the priestess asked with a warm smile.