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Isa Melanie

Native to the Cursed Wood and practioner of an art almost all but forgotten.

0 · 171 views · located in Verinotte Hollow

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Symphony Of Specters

Description

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.


Isa grew up in the folds of Verinotte Hallow. She was born in darkness and it would prove to become her obsession.

Ever since she could remember, Isa memorized the multitude of dark spawn often seen beyond the fences. Her parents and the other townsman strictly forbidden their children to go beyond the safety of the gate, but the temptation to explore was to strong for Isa to ignore. During these treks she would hide and gaze amazedly at the creatures of darkness. They came in many shapes and sizes, writhing and pulsating, malignant and treacherous, bleak and mysterious, solemn and paranoid. They fascinated her.

One evening would intercede permantly in her life. Isa had already made a bit of distance from the Hallow when she was came upon a group of paladins, kneeling over the remains of a Gorgon. Isa was eager to get a closer look at these intruders and steadily edged forward when she snapped a twig by mishap. In the silence of the woods it was as audible as an explosive. A second later, crossbow bolts and light-honed blades were chasing after her as Isa ran deeper into the Cursed Wood. Her breath soon became exhausted and legs haggard and she eventually stumbled over a stone into the middle of a clearing she did not recognize, the warriors of light hot on her trail. When Isa was all but ready to accept her end, pale forms rose from beneath the earth to combat the paladins. They quickly rendered their deaths and congregated around Isa. She immediately recognized them as spirits but never has she seen them so... millitant, so organized. When Isa stood up the spirits backed away. Getting an idea she pointed at a tree and they relocated there. She pointed at herself and strode away. They followed. She then pointed at the ground and the spirits sank back into the earth. Ecstatic at the prospect of what may be happening, Isa hurriedly backtracked her way to the town, through her home and to he room. With a general's voice she cried "rise!" and the spirits instantly sprang up around her, smoothly, obediantly. Throughout this whole turn of events she felt no fear at discovering her ability to command spectral entities, only curiousity and delight.

Isa would become known as a historian of darkness and the first Ritualist of her land.

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So begins...

Isa Melanie's Story

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Character Portrait: Umbrax Deepcaller Character Portrait: Isa Melanie
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Isa observes the newcomer with vested interest. Clearly- from his unsure movements- he doesn't know where he's going. Which- of course- means he is new here. A strange fact for sure, since clearly he is a being of the night and EVERYONE knows all dark creatures around here are from... well, around here.

After quickly debating with herself she decides to follow the black-clad creature from a distance, to study- of course.

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An intruder roughly crashes into Umbrax.

"Watch where your feet takes you!" Glancing up, Umbrax is met by the sight of a winged-humanoid. Or rather a half-winged humanoid, it certainly doesn't look like it'll do any flying anytime soon. A black disc hovers above its head and it carries a crimston-stained scythe with blood still streaming into the earth. The being in turn takes notice of the black-clad demon in front of it and the many trails of blood flowing from the dents in its armor. "Getting into fights as well?"

Umbrax nods slowly.

"Were they worthy opponents?"

Umbrax repeats his motion.

The winged creature considers this for a moment then offers "I can heal those wounds with no effort but in return you must help me."

"...With?"

It points beyond the fence, "There is a pack of werewolves out there that I intend to slaughter. They aren't completely mindless thankfully, so they'll prove some actual sport. I was going to destroy them myself but if what you say is true, then you could very well be the type of fiend I'd like to know about."

"...You are suggesting I help you end these 'werewolves.'"

The humanoid leers "I guess there is a brain in that mass of metal. Yes, you help me kill the 'wolves, I help you with your wounds. I'll even cover the casualties after the fight."

Not believing his luck in finding a healer so quickly, Umbrax welcomes the offer "I accept." No sooner than his words are spoken, the being's eyes shine malignantly and the holes in both Umbrax's flesh and armor are sealed.

"Then lets get cracking." As it starts to stride away, the still-glowing creature turns back to Umbrax, "I am Abram, fallen angel and slayer of idiots."

"And I... I am Umbrax." Introductions out of the way and deal struck, the two dark creatures make their way into the night.

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Character Portrait: Namira Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Tiny Tina Character Portrait: Josiah Malton Character Portrait: Isa Melanie Character Portrait: Mikage Abe Character Portrait: Sol Vincent Character Portrait: David Haller
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A sealed envelope appeared on the doorstep of every occupant of Verinotte Hollow It was a formal invitation to the current residents to attend the Ball of Chaos, to be held in Verinotte Hall.

A secondary letter would be included, imploring any and all vampyric creatures to contact the Vankoryth Detente.

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Character Portrait: Namira Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Tiny Tina Character Portrait: Josiah Malton Character Portrait: Isa Melanie Character Portrait: Mikage Abe Character Portrait: Sol Vincent Character Portrait: David Haller
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Sol blinked, finding the envelope on his door-step was a surprise. Furrowing his eyebrows, he picked it up and read the letter. An invitation? To a ball? He... He'd done nothing of importance in the last three years; he hadn't even dueled anyone..... Hell, he didn't have anything to wear. He'd have to get that all put together. When was it? A few weeks from now.... interesting.....

Taking the Letter inside he closed the door, mumbling to himself as he considered his options.

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Character Portrait: Namira Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Tiny Tina Character Portrait: Josiah Malton Character Portrait: Isa Melanie Character Portrait: Mikage Abe Character Portrait: Sol Vincent Character Portrait: David Haller Character Portrait: Destin Murray
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It had only been a month since Destin arrived in Verinotte Hollow. He had spent some time in Wing City, the place where he'd originally planned to attend university; however, the hectic nature of the city had proven too much for him to deal with after Flight T396 went down. The traumatic event changed him in more ways than one. He needed a change of pace—and here he was. The brilliant rays of the moon shone through the stained windows of his apartment, rousing him from his slumber. “Must be time to start the day.” he muttered to himself sleepily. Living in a city mostly populated by vampires meant that he had to become accustomed to sleeping during the day and being awake at night. It hadn’t been an easy transition; however, a sleeping pill here and there helped to mitigate the process.

Destin rose to his feet and nabbed a pair of pants slung over a chair near his bed. Then, on his way toward the door, he grabbed a clean shirt from a pile sitting on his dresser before slipping it over his head. When he opened his front door, he was surprised to see an envelope laying on the brown placemat sitting just outside of it. “The sigil of the Vankoryth Détente.” he said in a suspicious tone, wondering what business they had with him. After all, he hadn’t been here long enough to make a name for himself. He was a nobody.

He had received an invitation to something called the Ball of Chaos. He wasn’t terribly fond of dances but this would serve as a good opportunity for him to meet some of the locals. Maybe then he could find someone who could help him learn more about his power. Someone who could help him control it. There was one thing he needed to do before then, though: find something nice to wear. So, Destin stepped out of his apartment, hopefully to find someone who could direct him to the nearest clothes store.