Krielie'nas Nasloede
La sorcière avait accepté de se lancer dans cette aventure sans aucune difficulté. C'était une bonne façon de gagner de l'argent, de se battre si la chance était bonne et de tuer quelque chose. Alors avec l'argent, elle pourrait continuer sa grande tâche d'avoir une existence simple remplie de plaisir. Pour une personne comme elle qui manquait de la majorité des émotions humaines qui menait sa vie et donnait un sens, avoir un désir simple comme le sien était une énorme aubaine. Elle savait de la malédiction qu'elle s'était faite et qu'il y avait des gens qui se tuaient simplement ou qui ne mangeaient pas ou ne buvaient pas menant à leur mort puisqu'il n'y avait pas de désir de le faire. En ce sens, elle a eu un peu de chance puisque les instincts de préservation de soi étaient encore quelque peu coup de pied, bien que sans crainte de les soutenir, il était assez facile d'ignorer. Pour cela, sa quête de choses intéressantes était importante!
Elle s'est déplacée à travers le terrain rocheux avec les autres et elle les avait étudiés lors de leur voyage. Tous étaient différents avec leurs propres traits uniques. Traits qu'elle a étudié dans le calme recueilli de manière pendant qu'ils voyagent. Certains étaient plutôt bombardés, d'autres moins. Il y avait un homme plus jeune qui s'est avéré être une créature de magies sombres. Il y avait aussi le chevalier en armure maudite, l'elfe hautain, un satyre... La variété était assez intéressante sur elle-même.
Ils ont donc voyagé alors qu'elle se déplaçait dans le silence relatif. Son bâton lame se repose sur son épaule. La situation de Bran avec manque de boissons la laissait dans un état légèrement amusé à son malheur, alors qu'elle laissait sortir une rare petite boucle de ses lèvres dans un sourire faible qu'elle n'avait pas montré depuis avant leur départ. Ce n'est pas qu'elle n'ait pas souri... elle ne sourirait que si quelque chose de agréable se passait. Cette situation légèrement amusante au malheur de l'homme était une forme légère de cette situation.
Elle a aussi tiré un flacon d'argent assez élégant de son sac, mais tout ce qu'elle a fait était à peine mouillé ses lèvres sur le liquide rouge transparent dedans avant de le mettre loin. Ce n'était pas de l'eau, pas plus que de l'alcool. C'était en fait une sorte de vinaigre. Elle aimait le goût aigre de celui-ci, mais comme ce n'était pas trop grand de boire, elle a juste apprécié le goût sur ses lèvres. De plus, c'était parfois amusant quand les gens essayaient de boire sans savoir ce que c'était. Ou les gens qui l'ont embrassée et ils goûtent le goût acide aigre sur leurs lèvres.
Elle voulait quand même arriver un peu plus vite. Elle sentait l'une de ses rares autres émotions éclater. Curiosité.
With her 1.86 meters height, she's rather tall especially for a human woman. Near waist long wavy raven black hair and piercing emerald green eyes. Her body is quite well trained for a magic user and she's overall got a strong posture that doesn't detract from her female charm and elegance any. A very distinctive scar she has is a huge bite mark across the entirety of her right arm, indicating something big with lots of teeth had once tried to bite it off.
Name : Krielie'nas Nasloede
Title : The Witch, Mistress of curses
Gender : Female
Age : 29
Personality : What Krilie is now and what she was in the past are two very different things. A lot had happened to her and most of it caused a lot of change in her. Currently she's no longer a naive woman as she initially was. Gone are the sincere eyes and kind demeanor. The war had changed her in a way even she wouldn't have imagined possible. Now there's little place for most emotions in her mind anymore. She now acts only how she sees fit. If she wishes to kill someone she will do so, if she wishes to safe someone she'd do so out of selfish decisions, usually expecting a reward in some way or another. She prefers to have fun in any way possible. Be it killing enemies and taking the utmost delight in their despair and final moments or just having fun in a tavern. Regret, fear, love and hate... none of those exist in her heart anymore. All that remains and the desire for pleasure... pleasure in both physical sensations and the joy of seeing people crumble before her.
Abilities : Krielie's abilities completely revolve around the dark arts. Studying them since early childhood she's mastered them to a significant degree. Her main specialty is curses. She takes both great pleasure and skill in practicing them. She uses many and probably knows even more. The only negative of her battle curses are that while they can be used on multiple targets, they require time to get going after being cast. The two curses she takes most pleasure in using are the 'The boiling blood', a curse that causes the victim's blood to gradually heat up until their own body is destroyed from the inside. This one can take different time from target to target due race specifics. Since her targets are usually humans, who are easily affected by changes in one's body and can die from mere fevers from sicknesses, it's very useful against them. The second curse she takes even more pleasure in using, she calls Crystal bones – another mostly slow working curse that's single target and gradually changes the victim's bones into fragile crystal that can shatter from the weakest of movement. Very effective to cause morale drop and generally see the despair and pain of the victim. Along those 2, she also uses things like Shiver – a curse that drains' heat and others. The drawback of her magic is that it's a slow burner most of the time. Once cast it could take minutes before the target could be completely overtaken than the curse. Still beside curses she can also cast protective wards against enemy magic.
Skills : Decent cook, tailor and herbalist knowledgeble in the healing properties of plants. She's also decent at exotic alluring dancing.
Gear :
- A pretty hefty book containing countless recipes for potions, salves and other concoctions she's learned or discovered along detailed descriptions of plants.
- A nice black quite well tailored dress. It reaches just below her knee and has a long cut on the right side up to her upper tight, to allow for greater freedom of movement.
-A pair of sturdy black leather boots, adorned with black fur and raven feathers
-A black sturdy cloak with hood.
-Simple black wooden staff with a steel blade on the end, just to stab and cut along with magic casting.
Bio : Not much is known about Krielie'nas before she first stepped outside the confines of the forest she lived before The Great War. What is known is that she lived in one of the densest and most secluded parts of the wilderness when a force of the Great Lord stumbled upon it by chance. What had transpired there and how she survived that encounter is not know as people who later would arrive at the scene only conveyed a scene of complete carnage too grotesque to describe. She was wounded, but survived it. She was cold and ruthless in the fighting from that point onward. Many who came to know her, commented that she had the eyes of someone out for revenge.
Exploits during that madness known as the 'Great War' are had to keep track of so it's not known how much she did during those days and she has no desire to bring it up. She did what she could, but afterwards she lived for herself. Laws? Traditions? None of those mattered, she had cursed and killed more than a few of the unlucky sods who dared to bare teeth at her for her dark magic. Always in self defense … of course. She may not feel fear, but she's not stupid. Sometime during the end of the Great War she put a curse on herself. A curse that was meant to stop the pain she felt in her heart, but curses never come without a price. The pain? It sure was gone, but so was the reason for the pain... love. The fear of losing someone the source of that pain was also gone, sadly along the only thing that had turned in a reason to live – her hate. Without those gone, she was left a different person. A broken person unable to feel the most basic of human emotions.
The following years after the war passed in a breath. Filled with pleasure and simple selfish desires. She became a mercenary of sorts, she'd do jobs, get paid, spend some of the money on interesting things and the rest on men and women from public houses. All the while use those very same mercenary jobs to revel in the pleasure of tormenting others. That's what led her to accepting the job from an elf merchant too... it seemed interesting.
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