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Lady Alestiasiya

The Dark Fae, Farspawn, Half Construct, Lich, daughter of Cthulhu, and self proclaimed Empress of Madness. . .

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Mizore.Simza

Description

Name: Lady Aleistasiya _ ___ Race: Atomie [Dark Fae] Farspawn Half Construct Lich _ ___ Class: Sorceress / Dark Knight _ ___ Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Evil _ ___ Height: 30 CM _ ___ Weight: 3 KG _ ___ Eyes: Hollow Black _ ___ Age: 21 [Aparent] ? [Chronologically]
Hair: Long sapphire black hair falling past her hips. / Figure: Slim, lithe, agile, frail in appearance, deceptively hiding her dark side and true nature.
Defining scars or marks: Profane magik tattoos, lines of script from the ancient arcana 'Libra Ex Insanire' and 'Libra Ex Malum'.
Training:
_ ___ An innate natural connection to ancient magik, allowed Aleistasiya the chance opportunity to practice, and expand her gifts as a sorceress.
Personality:
While quite charismatic and beautiful, remains true to the predictably typical Atomie social behavior, Aleistasiya is ever the trickster and mischief maker. After tracing her origins directly back a single generation in her lineage to Cthulhu, she developed a slight madness when her bloodline manifested itself in her later years, which is why she sometimes appears to be a little 'tapped'. She has an insatiable fascination with, and inexplicable desire to possess, all things related to lore or containing knowledge, especially of the forbidden kind.
Traits:
_ ___ Dark Vision, Blindsight, Fast Healing, Regeneration VS Fire, Rejuvenation [Phylactery], Semi Immortal, Fear [Aura], Sacrilegious Aura [Aura]
Resist: Acid, Cold, Electricity, Magik / Immune: Death Effects, Disease, Mind Affecting, Necromancy, Poison, Sleep
Special Attacks:
_ ___ Channel Destruction, Destructive Strike, Lich's Paralyzing Touch, Slam
Special Abilities:
_ ___ Insanity 'At Will', Nightmare 'At Will', Demand 'Limited'
Skills + Talents:
_ ___ Craft Mechanika, S Technique
Knowledges:
_ ___ Arcana, Mechanika, The Planes, Spellcraft
Hobbies + Interests:
_ ___ Calligraphy, Dance
Languages:
_ ___ Abyssal, Aklo, Common, Draconic, Drow, Elven, Gutterspeak, Infernal, Sign, Sylvan, Undercommon
Equipment + Possessions:
_ ___ Twin set of mechanika forged carbonized titanium jitte style black misericorde
_ ___ Mechanika forged, balanced 2 Hand carbonized titanium black bastard sword
_ ___ Mechanika forged ultralight carbonized titanium black chain mail over black silk armor
Family History: Descended from one of the 'Great Old Ones', Aleistasiya is the sired daughter of Cthulhu
Children:
_ ___ Xenia, Daughter
Personal History:
Aleistasiya, was born under the name Astariel in the Frozen Wastes of Iron Kingdoms in the relm of Immoren. In the later years of her life, an inauspicious event ripped her in to the distant future of her world, post cataclysmic apocalypse. A world where wild magik scarcely existed, replaced with mechanikal artifice. Her mind shattered as the grim and surreal fate of Immoren set in, creating a dynamic shift in her psycholgical paradigm, triggering her ancient bloodline, where she completely embraced madness. Time. Aleistasiya had fallen, leading down ever darker paths, seeking out increasingly more evil arts. Tearing the wings from her back, severing as her left arm from her body, replacing them with titanium mechanikal prosthesis. Twisting herself in to a monster, she eventually took her own life, slipping silently in to unlife. Taking a new name, Lady Aleistasiya, fully accepting herself as the Dark Fae, Farspawn, Half Construct, Lich, daughter of Cthulhu and self proclaimed Empress of Madness.

So begins...

Lady Alestiasiya's Story

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Sprightly spying the neon haze, as it called to her from the distance. "It's as fine a place as any, for a little misconduct and madness." Her voice almost sang as she whispered the words, followed up with a fiendishly wicked smile stealing at the corners of her lips. Gracefully streaking through the air in a flawless display of skilled flight, shortening the gap between herself and the establishment, ceasing her advance only when she arrived at the entrance. Holding position, hollow black eyes stared menacingly at the door, then scanned her perimeter area. 'Convenient.' Musing the thought, slightly agitated. Mixing a few somatic gestures with recited incantations, temporarily increasing her spatial mass and size to accommodate an appropriate form, opened and entered through the doorway prior to returning to her natural dimensions.

Spiriting about, alit on silvered wings, coming to land softly on an empty tabletop in line of sight of others with a tip of her head in acknowledgement of their presence. "Fairly met." she chimed in greeting, while retrieving a finely crafted long metal pipe sized for her from the messenger styled pack situated behind her. Filling it with crimson clover, lighting it with a flick of her wrist, a motion from her hand and a little prestidigitation, a faerie fire flame danced flickering at the tip of her forefinger.

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Echo finished two of her plates and wiped her mouth with her napkin. The blush stayed on her face while he spoke about her appetite. "Well, you see, physiologically speaking I have to eat like this" She sighed "The way us Anthians work, we have to keep our internal Magic supply well stocked, much in the same way Humans use food for energy." She explained. "Most of the food I just ate was instantly transformed into Arcane energy within my body. Normally I don't eat that fast but........ other than those two burgers, I hadn't eaten in a while......... But I normally do eat this much" She admitted shyly

Echo drank some water that the waitresses had brought with their meals as she watched the Fae enter the diner. Her eyes went wide and she nearly choked on her water. She eyed the Fae warily before looking back to Russian "Why don't we take this to go eh? I'm already tired of this place, the customer service is rude" She asked with a smile and a flutter of her lashes. "Besides Idon't know how long it is going to take me to pick something out, you know for later? I'll do that thing you like where I frost up the inside of my mouth and let you melt it eh?" She whispered, giving him the 'eye'

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Russian nodded at her explanation. That did make sense, but she still ate that much so...he guessed that she would eat much slower if she was full. "Duly noted, but at least you are not worrying about it all going to your waistline visually huh?" He chuckled as he began to finish up her meal when Echo spotted the Fae that entered.

He noted her glance to the Fae and when she was prepared to leave...along with a little promise of a frost he nearly spat out his water and ended up coughing. "Okay! Wow you sure know how to surprise a guy huh? But yeah, we got our breakfast so lets get a move on then." Russian spoke as he dug into his pocket and placed the money on the table. "And you...if sexy was a weapon you would have blown up my heart...no...bad joke again...I will only leave cool parting phrases. And snarky comments. Jokes, nope."

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Raven thought she was going to be sick listening to Russian and his purple haired whore. She would be gald when this business was done. Though it also made her a bit jealous of them....It had been a long time since she had a lover.
Raven sighed and would follow Russian and his girl out making sure to keep hidden in the crowd.
Raven completely ignored the fairy focused on her prize.

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Raven thought she was going to be sick listening to Russian and his purple haired whore. She would be gald when this business was done. Though it also made her a bit jealous of them....It had been a long time since she had a lover.
Raven sighed and would follow Russian and his girl out making sure to keep hidden in the crowd.
Raven completely ignored the fairy focused on her prize.

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Raven thought she was going to be sick listening to Russian and his purple haired whore. She would be gald when this business was done. Though it also made her a bit jealous of them....It had been a long time since she had a lover.
Raven sighed and would follow Russian and his girl out making sure to keep hidden in the crowd.
Raven completely ignored the fairy focused on her prize.

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Moving around the table top while sliding up to a napkin dispenser, tossing herself in to the air, only to drift gently down on to it. Sitting with arms folded over her chest, her legs crossed, gently tapping the pipe empty as the ash falls in to the tray. "Would that I had saved myself the trouble." Offering a polite smile to the others, before they left. "Thanks for all the memories." She spat the words sarcastically from her lips, turning in to black ash, swept away by the ventilation system of the cafe. vanishing as if she had not even been there in the first place.

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Moving around the table top while sliding up to a napkin dispenser, tossing herself in to the air, only to drift gently down on to it. Sitting with arms folded over her chest, her legs crossed, gently tapping the pipe empty as the ash falls in to the tray. "Would that I had saved myself the trouble." Offering a polite smile to the others, before they left. "Thanks for all the memories." She spat the words sarcastically from her lips, turning in to black ash, swept away by the ventilation system of the cafe. vanishing as if she had not even been there in the first place.

The setting changes from Canti's Diner to The Necross Arcania

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Lady Aleistasiya moved, dancing as she spun in perfectly executed flawless pirouettes, gliding nigh weightless through the air. A small tome and a tiny codex suspended ever within reach of her. She moved gracefully, continuously humming irrhythmically and off key, repeatedly playing only a single chord at a time on a finely crafted lyre of carved bone and obsidian. In the presence of so much literary knowledge, every part of her swelled with the secrets they might hold within their aged and worn pages, the scent of vellum and papyrus filling the atmosphere. The sounds of her strange macabre dirge carried on the breeze like winds of her silvered wings, down the isles of shelves, echoing off the stone walls through the center of such lore.

The setting changes from The Necross Arcania to Necropolis Hollows

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Carried on silvered wings, drifting lightly in the headwinds, the six winged abomination maneuvering in the air like a playful sparrow. Beneath and before her, an expanse that almost seemed as if calling to her as a Siren's song might, playing out like a familiar scene from somewhere half way between the relm of dreams and of nyghtmares. So easy it was to steal at an atomie's interest, and ignite their infinite sense of curiosity, pitching her diminutive form in to deep roll toward the horizon below.

Slipping scathingly close to impact on landing, prior to swiftly righting herself in flight, scarcely touching the ground while she tiptoed through the area immediately around her. Her hollow black eyes burned like pitch smoke, as she captured every detail of the macabre sight in her mind.

"Feels quite homely, this place will do quite well. With a little inspiration and a touch of madness, a girl like me could really get used to a place like this." An eerily crooked smile creeping at the corners of her lips, continuing to slide her way down the labyrinthian streets, oddly humming strangely haunting melodies. Interspersed on every corner throughout the entire region, balefires could be seen burning reminiscent of grim totems, twitching as they cast their shadows. Making small measured meandering progress with each light step, the faerie wandered in to the epicenter of the undead city that lay in the amidst the expanse of the chasmic rift.

The lich's dark eyes perceptively narrowed, upon glimpsing the site of a black obsidian spire of a sky tower that cast it's influence over the entirety of these lands, like some ominous or inauspicious omen. It seemed to go on nigh forever, like a hand reaching up, ascending in to the aether above as if to grip the very stars and rip them asunder. Surrounded on all sides by the horrific blood stained remnants of a once towering blackened bone wall, holding within its demesne grounds, a precisely positioned circle of skulls perfectly aligned to create some evilly profane sigil or dark faerie ring of death, as the full image of the scape came within her view.

Half gliding half floating as she passed among the fortifications, slowly working her way beyond the unspeakably dire walls. Forcefully tossing the gateway of the tower wide open through her sheer determined intent, brushing a hand over the cold black obsidian stone edifice, an empty eyed gaze on her face as she pierced the absolute darkness that existed within the confines of the first level of the central tower's great hall on the ground floor. In the distant spatial abyss, will o the wisps flickered, constantly appearing and vanishing as they hovered, orbiting as they gathered faintly outlining a single obscure form. The farspawn girl entered apace, the same unusually mysterious song on her lips.

"The pallor of death and cacophonic din of machine has entered my undercroft, prepare yourself little one, to serve me for eternity. . ." A rasped voice echoed, resonating from within the walls, giving way to announcing the quickening approach of whatsoever resided there, as it stood over looking down upon her.
"I reject." She laughed, a sadistically insane grin starting to form on her lips. "I think, instead, I will give you one chance to willingly cow before me, bow, and abdicate all the sovereignty over the dominion you once possessed." Aiming a single forefinger of her left hand downward, pointing to the black marble floor with a crazed look in her eye and half eaten smile.

A rolling roar of a thunderous laugh soundly emanated from the being standing afore her, for a time. "Such profoundly keen insolence, you amuse me, little one. You entertain me, I might keep you as a pet, if you are fortunate and I don't skin you where you stand, flay you alive, of sever that pretty little face of yours from your neck."
Aleistasiya responded in kind, laughing in return, drawing steel with the tip of her black bastard sword touching the ground, her right shooting a finger straight at the fella's face. "Cow before me, bow, and abdicate all the sovereignty over the dominion you once possessed! Now!" She commanded, invoking 'Demand' with all the power of the inheritance of her ancient bloodline and ancestral connection to Cthulhu. The vampyre dropped, collapsing, as they fell to their knees, pressing face flat to the floor, prone in obeisance to her words and order.

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Oh what a beautiful sight to behold. Something so dark and deceitful just barely out of reach to remain safely tucked away from such a deadly creature. Her commanding demeanor against those lesser abominations was almost intoxicating to a fault and even The Pretender found it irresistible to say the least.

"Istzyr, relax yourself, I promised you a meeting with that thing. I can tell that this little deal of ours will be fruitful." A heavy set woman wearing a large wizarding cap began to smirk like the devil himself only to lay a pale hand upon her companions velvet doublet and silken vest. The witch had masked her presence with strong and old magic in order to keep her heart still and the dead from instantly finding her.

The ebon skinned vampire glanced up at the large witch with his emerald eyes only to smirk halfheartedly only to meld into the shadows beneath him and travel slowly towards the site of the strange fey and the weak willed vampires who bent a knee to her grace and glory. The witch herself kept watch from that safe distance only to remove her mammoth sized hate and reach deep within as if grabbing for something just outside of her reach.

Once Istzyr crawled close enough through the shadows he could only do what seemed rightfully proper for someone of his station. He had come from behind but simply brought his left hand to his mouth and coughed ever so slightly into it hiding his own smile.

"What a lovely night to subjugate those as weak willed as this lot present." Istzyr lowered his hand from his mouth and offered his toothy smile to the world revealing fangs in all. He bowed like a courtly gentleman and clenched the jeweled head of his cane.

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With a slip of her head to a side, moving one foot behind the other, semi lowered her frame to curtsy with a cute flourishe. The swirling myriad mass of will o the wisp now seemed unnaturally drawn to her, swirling around as if spellbound to her. "This one." She paused with a vivacious little giggle, referring to the pacified vampyre, with a gentle tapping wave of her fingertips across their side. "Is such a pretty little kitty, do you not agree?" A quizzical smile winding over the expression on her face, reaching in to a messenger style pack with a hand, taking a long metal pipe, a pinch of catnip, and a strip of preserved fish from among the contents. Tossing the nip on the floor in front of their face, waving the food around in a persuasively enticing manner, mere moments before forcing it in their mouth. The vampyre spat, growling, as they hissed from behind clenched pointed teeth, when she started softly stroking them over on the neck, with a heavily petted embrace, only to insistently point them out the front gates of the tower itself.

"Fairly met." The faerie said, before turning about face, with a slowly performed spin, heading deeper in to the tower as she waved her hand motioning in a bid for the sable skinned dark elf vampyre to follow and walk with her. Leading the way as she advanced further in to great hall, will o the wisp lining before her, moving between the dim cast illumination of their pale lights glow. "What brings you, and your companion, to this somber, forsaken corner of this land inhabited by the waking unlife?" She said, pinning the pipe between her lips to sate her fixation, lighting it with sparks of sapphire colored faerie fire that danced at the tip of her forefinger. "There is no more a threat here, from the lurking hordes, so long as you do not disturb the dead and undead, the dead and undead will not disturb you." She spoke plainly in hushed tone, offering the words with a little smile.

With a turn of her left hand and a flick of her wrist, she thrust the black blade of her bastard sword in the air, impaling the still winds of the atmosphere in the room toward a throne elevated on a dais. Ancient arcana runed glyphs flashed for an instant, appearing as they sparkled brightly in a deep shade of indigo like twilight, just beyond the reach or her arm, where slick, oily black iridescent tentacles rose from the surface of the rise, destroying the seat of position. A twisted maddening visage of chaos, the new seat, one more suited to one of her size and stature replaced the eld.

"Now, with that minor little piece of business out of the way." A short pause, however brief, afforded her a moment to take her place, seated with legs cross and arms at rest upon the Chtulhian inspired grand chair . "Welcome to Necropolis Hollows. . . officially. . ."

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The drow smirked and followed close behind. He knew by her words that the Witch had been caught and even though he stole a glance back at her hiding place he found no trace of her presence. Istzyr chuckled to himself as he motioned to dust himself off as though he had something to worry about, "I was promised an audience with your grace." The vampire offered his words once more only to watch the former throne suddenly be replaced by something more and then the fey taking a seat.