Danica Eris (The Betrayer, Death's Maiden, The Fallen's Child)Sex:
Danica was, for a number of years, a holy paladin in service to all that was good, righteous and noble of humanity. A stalwart defender of nobility and the lowest castes alike. A healer, a bringer of solace and peace... until a single day, one horrible bad day, broke her righteous heart and set her on the path to damnation. Born of a glorious union between mortal and angel, Danica was blessed with unearthly strength, beauty and grace... her celestial heritage granting her countless blessings of flight and power beyond any mortal grasp. It was a forgone conclusion she would follow in her parent's footsteps and become a crusader, a paladin fighting the evils and wrongs of society. She was an excellent student... taller, faster and stronger than the men and eclipsing any woman who joined her side... but no matter what crossed her path, she would always take the time to help her fellow trainees grow stronger.
But despite becoming one of the strongest graduates in decades and going on to fight numerous battles in defense of the helpless and poor, she could not win them all. After her first defeat, barely escaping with her life but at the cost of the village in which she stood defense of against a rampaging orc horde that had risen in recent months, Danica swore that she would never again falter in defense of others... a vow that would see her damnation sealed. Some time from the day she had given her vow to the stars, Danica came across a sizable town who claimed numerous afflictions, the least of which was the continued orcish horde threat which was besieging them... but another were the restless spirits of their ancestors, bones and spectral horrors awoken in the aftermath of the orcish horde's recent attacks.
Investigating the closer graveyard, Danica discovered a looted and desecrated grave of a warrior buried by the town in the distant past. A noble and heroic figure, he had been buried with his sword and armor... both of which were now missing. She reasoned the cemetery's condition and the warrior's grave being the trigger for the recent vengeful dead, and without hesitation Danica took to her horse and followed the trail of the raiding orcs. Discovering a small camp of orcs later that day, Danica was quick to ambush and dismantle the orcs on watch as well as their deep sleeping bretherin. Amidst the camp she found the warrior's sword and belongings, eager to return to town and quiet the restless dead. The blade held in hand, she could hear the warrior's whispers as he relived what seemed like countless battles of old... it filled Danica with wonder to hold such knowledge and power in her hands, but she could not delay her return.
As light faded and the town came into view, Danica noticed fires and battle had already been joined. While she had been away, the orcish horde had returned numbering perhaps even in the thousands. She was helpless to assist them town without instantly being overwhelmed... but her vow would not be broken, she would not allow the innocent to be slain. It was then she heard the warrior's voice once again, his battle cries of an age gone by flooding her senses. She felt a kinship with the warrior in that moment, an unwillingness to give up in the face of unbeatable odds. She held aloft the warrior's sword and called to it's ghostly voice, calling it to vengeance and wrath, calling him and all who would stand with him to her service... and suddenly the warrior's voice went silent.
From the graves of the town both fresh and ancient came the skeletal hands of decaying horrors, the indescribable spectral forms of nightmares springing forth from the earth and the very shades, torn from their rightful places all around the town began to answer the paladin's call. Within moments the burning city's defenders witnessed unspeakable horrors charge past their defenses to engage the orcish horde directly... and at their lead the holy paladin who had called them. Fighting beside animate bone and walking flailing and decaying loved ones of those who stood amongst the defenders, Danica fought with strength unrivaled as she and her army of horrors slammed into the onrushing horde, cutting the orcs down like cattle to the slaughter.
Danica, caught up in the battle, never saw the kingdom's army arrive in all it's mounted glory... she failed to see their commander watch her command the horrors to slaughter at her behest, nor did she even realize those her army had slain were quickly rising up once again to fight their still living hordesmen. But when the battle was won, and the orcs had been slaughtered to their last, Danica turned to view the town. Her vision shrouded in the darkness, her heart lusting for battle and mind tired from the day, she saw the cavalry standing in full view, and her mind faultered. Raising the warrior's sword she commanded the remnants of her horrors to engage the new threat, damning what small chance she had left to redeem herself in the already horrified eyes of the kingdom's own forces.
Having brought a force capable of dismantling the sieging horde, the military's might thundered over the horrors and brought blade to the fallen paladin. Overpowered easily by numbers and skill, Danica fell to the military commander but did not die... but instead taken to trial for her deeds. Despite her protests at her trial, Danica was found guilty of numerous crimes as well as necromancy of the most heinous sort. She was sentenced and damned to death for what she had done.
Despite all she had done, the sacrifices she had made and the good she had brought, Danica was damned by society. People who had once cheered her in the streets now called for her death, and a final indigence, a small child clutching a teddy bear in her arms, spat at her feet as they lead her away. It was then she knew her place in the world... and she swore that if fate would see her live... she would tear the world asunder.Personality:
Assuming this to mean the character, she still holds true to a few of the values she held as a paladin before her fall... honor, keeping to her code etc, however these values and her honor have become twisted in the time since her fall. While she might not kill an unarmed prisoner, she might cut them loose and toss a sword into their hands before cutting them down. She is confident in the extreme, never backing down from a challenge she believes she can win... but never being too proud to back down and retreat if the situation calls for it. Never afraid to get her hands dirty in a situation, she is often confrontational, brutish and blunt... or even outright violent when she sees someone abusing a woman or the helpless. With women's subjugation all around her, it seemed only natural to her that it was now her duty to bring down all of society so that she could remake it anew. As such, she has discarded many of society's morals and standards, taking every opportunity to show others that society is nothing but a corrupt establishment that responds only to shock and violence.Sexual Preferences:
OmnisexualWhat I want from this game:
Uncertain... other than, of course, to have a good time. In the end I would hope for a fun and engaging game where the party I'm in, despite it's initial conflicts and troubles, gets along and the story progresses... and I'd hope we'd actually level up now and again instead of being stuck at a level. Lol