Sorry it took me so long to post this up, but here it is!Name: Lianna AurelisAge:
Child of AurelisAffiliation:
Although skilled with her sword, Lianna's expertise lies in the art of manipulation. Dark energy blasts and pyrokinesis pale in comparison to her hobby of tinkering with mind control and its limitations. The only unique 'power' that she possesses is that of her sword, Sotiras.Sotiras
: A longsword with an exceptionally long hilt, Sotiras was crafted from the remnants of a dragon with the gift of foresight. Bloodthirsty, bitter, and cruel, Sotiras had warped over time and is obsessed with tragedies, seemingly taking a morbid interest in the pain and suffering of others. While constantly flickering with the Reflection of Fate, she demands an equal return in payment when showing anything else. Many times the blade greedily takes more than offered though this in turn endangers Lianna. Slicing through objects couldn't be easier and rarely is there anything that stands in the way of Sotiras' wicked blade. Reflection of Fate
: Almost like that of a seer, she is able to 'watch' the world's events take place on her blade, as if she were gazing into a mirror. However, she is only able to 'peek' into the lives of individuals if she knows their full name and if they are not shielded from her by their own will. When merely glancing into the depths of her blade, she is shown any and all events that pertain to death. Crimes, wars, massacres, homicides, genocides, rape...anything involving death is shown to her eyes. These are events that are currently occurring or are about to in a few moments' time (ranging from minutes to hours). Other than this, her abilities are very much the same as the rest of her siblings. Martyred Oracle
: Similar to the Reflection of Fate, if Lianna feeds Sotiras her own blood then glimpsing into the near future is not an impossibility. How far into the future and how accurate and clearly she is shown the 'visions' is dependent on how much blood she sheds. Due to her need of being wary of the sword, Lianna never looks too far for fear of bleeding herself dry whilst engrossed in her task. Of course, not all futures are set in stone as fate may always change drastically with the smallest of differences. (Note: Lianna is unable to peer into her own future)Description
: Light scars crisscross throughout her entire body, almost making her skin seem to shimmer in the light as the myraid of scars -- some light and fading, others more recent -- reflect and meld smoothly together. Her eyes are a smoldering crimson, not glowing bright coals, but instead the aftermath of a cooling fire. Rumors say that some have seen wings sprout from her back while in the throes of battle, stretching out languidly as if relishing the random spray of blood, embracing the chaos and despair. History:
Lianna tends to seem apathetic to all that goes on around her. Quiet and reserved, at times her appearance can deceive at first glance. When crossing swords with another, it becomes clear that she has earned her nickname as a fallen angel, or the 'Angel of Death'. The expression she wears while her sword slices cleanly through another can only be described as pure glee. A smile that sends chills down spines when she's sent to the front line. However, her skills pale in comparison to many of her siblings, only Piren's physical prowess can be deemed lower than her own. Thus it is only on rare occasions that Lianna herself makes an entrance on the battleground, instead kept safely behind the lines for when her abilities were needed.
From a young age, Lianna had learned that unlike the rest of her siblings, she would not be able to survive for long by herself. There would undoubtedly be a day when she slept and never woke, throat slit in her sleep or worse...unknowingly devoured by her gluttonous father. Surviving was key and she did so by making allies, bargaining, and establishing tense 'friendships' with others. Many times she could be found wandering the Land of the Dragons when she wasn't busily polishing up her skills, hiding from her family, or testing her luck and skills by exploring the dead lands she calls home.
It is hard to pinpoint Lianna's true personality and being as she hides behind so many facades. Many times she can be seen to be almost cheerful, certainly an oddity amongst grim faces. Other times her sadistic smile blends right in with those of her siblings. Depending on who she is with and what circumstances she is facing, her 'personality' is constantly changing and adapting. There are the rare few moments when Lianna shows no emotion at all, instead only staring at nothing with a blank face or hunched over staring into the depths of her sword.
Eventually, after long years, Lianna befriended Sotiras -- Ancalrung's mate -- and the two bonded. Trust between the two had been hard earned and many times bickering, arguments, and even small fights occurred. Though once established, the two were unseperable. It practically became expected that Sotiras would soon be assigned as Lianna's dragon...but fate dictated otherwise.
The day before the Blessed came upon the dragons' nests was the last time Lianna saw Sotiras alive. The prideful, majestic, and rather vain dragon laid twisted, broken, and beaten before her eyes. Never again would she hear that disdainful voice mocking her fondly as they conversed. Never again watch its lithe figure gliding through the dark skies...Gathering up her friends' remains, Lianna forged it into a blade with the help of dark magic, and together they grew dark and cynical.
While Lianna has never chosen a dragon companion as of yet, she still frequents the Land of the Dragons from time to time. Lately, she spends more time and effort currying favor with others, seeking out new 'companions', and playing the dangerous game of pleasing all while looking out primarily for herself. Walking a fine line, she is always wary of her own siblings and their betrayals, though ultimately she fears the day that her father deems her worthy enough to become a part of his collection. Of him.