Post by boannan on Jul 27, 2014 3:27:10 GMT
Name:
Ardat-Lile
Race:
Demon
Pic:
Demon Self- www.deviantart.com/art/Demoness-277901359
Human Self- www.deviantart.com/art/Sexy-Red-Head-411631835
Description: Demon Self- Wickedly beautiful, and devious, Ardat stands at a near 10 ft tall in Demon form. Her face is shielded by a mask of crimson flamed metal, hiding the hideousness that is her demon face. Crimson hair is more flame then actual hair, hanging around her body and off the mask.
The metal mask drapes across her chest, covering only one of her breasts. Snaking along her shoulder and down her arm, coming to pointed tips of her fingers, and extending into massive claws that are gnarled and weathered. Continuing to wrap around her body and down between thighs to cover her sex, the gnarled metal gives her an even greater evil look, extending down her luscious legs to form massive claws on each of her toes.
Human Form- Slender, yet well formed, Ardat in human form, is your simple luscious beauty. Breasts no bigger than a handful. Waist, well cinched and hitching out to curvy hips. Her eyes are a palest blue. Her hair cascades down her body in a crimson red wave. She stands about 5'5" tall in human form, and weighs no more than 130lbs at a given time.
Background:
Deep beneath the crust of the earth, centering around the heat of the core, lies a small coven of demons. Ardat-Lile was born into this coven...no one knows whether it was night or day. The world rumbled around her mother as she screamed in utter agony, the pain being near too much for her to handle. Was this a curse for her past? The evil that she had brought upon her own kind? She would never know, for she died in that moment that her child crested into the glimmering light of flames.
The demon child did not cry, her pale blue eyes piercing the dark air as she glanced between those that surrounded her. The elder demoness growled in anger as she looked to her Thralls, "Get me the mask...Now!" A heavy metal mask of flame would be lifted to the child's face and magic would melt it to flesh, a chain of metal wrapping around the child and encasing her in heat. The elder spoke again, "I do not know why this one is the chosen...I suppose we shall see in the future." Storming away, the Elder gave one last look of disgust before shifting into the darkness and disappearing.
The thralls took the child to a special chamber, getting her as comfortable as possible. Ardat would not see much beyond this chamber until she reached the peak of adult hood. Though she still wore the mask, there was an ethereal beauty about her. That of her skin that could be seen, was a soft and near pale grey color. One day, tired of the seclusion and the training she had been put through, she stormed from the chamber in a flaming rage, "I have been here long enough....either show me why, or let me free." Getting no response from the Elder, Ardat disappeared into the dark. Little did she know, the elder was always watching her...and always would be.
Attributes:
Hit points: 10
Energy points: 10
Physical attack:
5
Physical defense:
5
Magical attack:
9
Magical defense:
7
Agility:
5
Will:
9
Skills:
Knives-
Swords-
Maces-
Axes-
Bows-
Light armor-
Medium armor-
Heavy armor-
Block-
Arcane-
1
Pyromancy-
1
Aeromany-
Geomancy-
Hydromancy-
Necromancy-
1
Illusion-
1
Conjuration-
1
Holy-
Nature-
Equipment:
Knife-
physical attack- 2
crit chance- 5
double attack chance- 5
leather armor-
physical defense- 3
crit defense- 2
Money: 200 Gold
Ardat-Lile
Race:
Demon
Pic:
Demon Self- www.deviantart.com/art/Demoness-277901359
Human Self- www.deviantart.com/art/Sexy-Red-Head-411631835
Description: Demon Self- Wickedly beautiful, and devious, Ardat stands at a near 10 ft tall in Demon form. Her face is shielded by a mask of crimson flamed metal, hiding the hideousness that is her demon face. Crimson hair is more flame then actual hair, hanging around her body and off the mask.
The metal mask drapes across her chest, covering only one of her breasts. Snaking along her shoulder and down her arm, coming to pointed tips of her fingers, and extending into massive claws that are gnarled and weathered. Continuing to wrap around her body and down between thighs to cover her sex, the gnarled metal gives her an even greater evil look, extending down her luscious legs to form massive claws on each of her toes.
Human Form- Slender, yet well formed, Ardat in human form, is your simple luscious beauty. Breasts no bigger than a handful. Waist, well cinched and hitching out to curvy hips. Her eyes are a palest blue. Her hair cascades down her body in a crimson red wave. She stands about 5'5" tall in human form, and weighs no more than 130lbs at a given time.
Background:
Deep beneath the crust of the earth, centering around the heat of the core, lies a small coven of demons. Ardat-Lile was born into this coven...no one knows whether it was night or day. The world rumbled around her mother as she screamed in utter agony, the pain being near too much for her to handle. Was this a curse for her past? The evil that she had brought upon her own kind? She would never know, for she died in that moment that her child crested into the glimmering light of flames.
The demon child did not cry, her pale blue eyes piercing the dark air as she glanced between those that surrounded her. The elder demoness growled in anger as she looked to her Thralls, "Get me the mask...Now!" A heavy metal mask of flame would be lifted to the child's face and magic would melt it to flesh, a chain of metal wrapping around the child and encasing her in heat. The elder spoke again, "I do not know why this one is the chosen...I suppose we shall see in the future." Storming away, the Elder gave one last look of disgust before shifting into the darkness and disappearing.
The thralls took the child to a special chamber, getting her as comfortable as possible. Ardat would not see much beyond this chamber until she reached the peak of adult hood. Though she still wore the mask, there was an ethereal beauty about her. That of her skin that could be seen, was a soft and near pale grey color. One day, tired of the seclusion and the training she had been put through, she stormed from the chamber in a flaming rage, "I have been here long enough....either show me why, or let me free." Getting no response from the Elder, Ardat disappeared into the dark. Little did she know, the elder was always watching her...and always would be.
Attributes:
Hit points: 10
Energy points: 10
Physical attack:
5
Physical defense:
5
Magical attack:
9
Magical defense:
7
Agility:
5
Will:
9
Skills:
Knives-
Swords-
Maces-
Axes-
Bows-
Light armor-
Medium armor-
Heavy armor-
Block-
Arcane-
1
Pyromancy-
1
Aeromany-
Geomancy-
Hydromancy-
Necromancy-
1
Illusion-
1
Conjuration-
1
Holy-
Nature-
Equipment:
Knife-
physical attack- 2
crit chance- 5
double attack chance- 5
leather armor-
physical defense- 3
crit defense- 2
Money: 200 Gold
