Noir

[Cadrial-Tiein Mod]

Name: Noir

Classification: Born Vampire descended directly from Demon blood

Gender: Female

Age: 1000

Appearance:

Off the field-
Noir is the infamous 'Dark Lady' ever at Leviathar's side. Her hair is pitch black, laying in a heavy coiling mess or drawn together and piled up atop her head. Her style of dress is loose and provocative, immodest and head turning when she allows herself to be seen. She has many piercings that may or may not be worn. Standing at 5'7, she is slender but not weak. Her figure is a dangerously curvy temptation daring you to pursue what you will find she is not offering. Her eyes are entirely black and voiding, swallowing light but reflecting darkness while spider leg lashes reach out to entangle you in an entrancing web. Her skin is pale, creamy, and slightly transparent. Her mouth is often stained in blood, and her claw-like nails are gorily crusted.

On the field-
Completely opposite of home, Noir's style of dress is all business. Depending on the type of mission, she is often equipped with belts of blades and various items to magically inflict damage on her victims. Often clothing herself in inconspicuous masculine garments, her hair will be tied back and hidden, lending an almost androgynous appearance to her.

Power List:

• Vampiric ability
  
• Shapeshifter
  
• Dark Sorcery
  

Detailed Power:

Vampiric Ability- As far as vampire type disciplines go, Noir has only basic hypersenses of touch, sight, hearing, taste, smell, and spirit which are higher than humans. Physically she has no super strengths or speed. Her demonic bloodline has however given her great spiritual awareness and the ability to linger in and move through a spiritual realm of shadow Noir calls the 'in between.' She has been known to use familiars, favoring wolves, birds, and serpents.

Shapeshifter- Noir often likes to travel in forms of dark mist, stalk in fog banks or join herself to the form of any moisture, in preferably but not limited to colder weather. Also, but rarely- Noir splits her inner child apart from herself to carry out sensitive missions.

Dark Sorcery-
Curses: Noir enjoys to execute malicious curses on her victims physical being when situations call for remote contact or slow torturous effects.

Alignment: Vrial Elite

Weapons: Daggers, knives, and magically charged objects. Her hair and nails.

Personality: In One word- evil. Noir is mean spirited and takes pleasure in the suffering of others. She is both an intrepid leader and soldier but also a ferocious lover and devoted handmaiden. She is a seductress, one of Noir's natural attributes that she utilizes to the fullest extent. She doesn't even have to try. Men, women, and some types of animals find themselves bewilderingly attracted to Noir's dangerous beauty even when they know it may be to their own demise.

She is a bitch but not 'bitchy'. She is arrogant and egotistical. She does not idly chat or waste her breath on pointless conversations. She is only amused by morbid or inappropriate things. She enjoys collecting bits and pieces of things once belonging on or in a body such as hair, feathers, fur, bones, teeth, flesh, etc. She is often seen with a long slender pipe, by which she enjoys her poison of choice- cannibus.

Skills: Noir is known for her stealth as a competent assassin.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Weaknesses: These would include the Pheonix Tear, her twisted love and affection for Vrial, loyalty to the Elite, her need to consume only blood and flesh to sustain her life. Not impervious to fire, poisons, magic, starvation, or massive physical traumas.

Strengths: Noir can quickly regenerate moderate to severe physical wounds by feeding or consuming blood. However the recovery time depends on the severity of the trauma.

History:

Birthplace: Nerezi in Macedonia

Born: roughly around 400 A.D.

Born unto: Tre'Vor and Madred Eldest Daughter of two, the other being Succor.

Brood: Descendants of Demons

The Brood Leaders[/u]

Head Father: Sov'reign
Head Mother: Mortika
Successor: Jessi brother of Sovereign

The Elders

Jessi: Brother of Sovereign
Amberlin: Wife of Jessi
Da'von: Sister of Mortika
Ruan: Husband of Davon
Tre'Vor: Brother of Mortika
Madred: Wife of Tre'Vor

The Council:
(Led by Sov'reign's brother)

Head Council Leader: Jessi
Advisor: Resildur
Var'dis
Maretta
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Soral
Daven

Assassins

Noir: Eldest Daughter of Tre'Vor and Madred

Succor: Second born of Tre'Vor and Madred

Marc: Son of Da'von and Ruan, cousin to Noir and Succor

Extended family

Anya: Mortal wife of Resildur

Faith: Daughter of such union

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A Thousand Years Of Blood And Betrayal

My ancient Past....

"I didn't know it at the time, no one did. Jessi plotted to overthrow his own brother, our Lord Sov'reign. Resildur found out Jessi's plan. Jessi threatened to have Resildur's mortal wife and child murdered. So to protect them he killed Jessi and fled. The night this happened, Succor and Marc were no where to be found at the gathering and of course neither was Resildur. Sov'reign found all absent to be traitors and ordered their deaths. You know Succor had always loved Resildur. She wrote a letter to warn his mortal wife and child that Sov'reign sent us to slay him and to take refuge for themselves. As it turned out Resildur's mortal wife was hung by the Council but the child had not been found by them.

During the time we had been on the hunt for them I had found Succor, intercepted that letter and killed her. Then I found Marc and the letter he was writing to her and killed him too. Resildur was the last to be found and killed, and died knowing that the ones he loved most might fall to harm despite everything. But with his dying breath he revealed the truth about Jessi.

I was used. I was used against my own.

But the killing didn't stop there. I couldn't make Jessi pay twice. So I turned on Sov'reign and the council. I avenged my sister Succor, Marc, Resildur and his mortal wife. But I didn't do it for love. I did it because I could. I did it because I hated that I was unwittingly used in the whole slaughter. Had I known...

I did spare one. The mortal daughter of Resildur. She has long since passed, but her human progeny still lives..."

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Five years ago...

Hailing from Cadrial Tiein

"It was a conspiracy against Vrial; and the traitors learned of my past and used it to frame me in the attempt to implicate me as a traitor so that Vrial would destroy me. Everyone knew I am Vrial's most trusted servant. He appointment me as a governor over his Elite, I am closest to his side as his handmaiden.

Somehow the secret of my past was discovered and a plot to expose it- The assassinations of my own brood because of a conspiracy I was innocently used for back then. They fabricated an elaborate story to warn Vrial that I was planning to do the same to him, using evidence- a damning collection of private letters I kept hidden among my personal things. Their reasons were more simple, as the likely chance to overthrow Vrial was better once I was executed as a traitor and out of the way. 'They' were officers under my own command. One could see how compromising a situation it was for me when I discovered it all. So in a moment of fury I relived my past. I did what I do best. I left behind a blood bath in Vrial's chamber of command, a warning to any others that may think to plot against Vrial by fucking me over. One hundred of Vrial's Elite, the special ops unit under my command. My traitors. I killed them all just like before and left no explanation. Foolish, all of it I know. But what was done was done...

Here and now

Several years have passed since then, many things within the Kingdom have drastically changed. They are not as I remembered them to be. No longer do I command Elite forces nor are the fears and shattered hopes of Cadrial Tiein collectively grasped in the blood thirsty Elite fist. Still though, I remain forever the handmaiden and concubine of Lord Levithar. I, the dark lady Noir. I have not faded like a bad dream. No, I am very much still here. Waiting longingly for the tables to turn once more.