“I will kill all who dare touch my Master.”
Name
Clyrenfertte Nachvereenan – Cecily Mareen
Age
100,000
Sex
Female
Sexual Preference
Pansexual - Demiromantic
Immortality
The Ultimate Punishment
-Named by the second Master, the girl is not impervious to attacks like others of the oath and instead feels every little pain that befalls her. Her wounds heal, and she can regrow small appendages like fingers, toes, her ears and nose fairly quickly. She can reattach her limbs to speed the healing, though if she cannot, may regrow the missing limb after a while, though the process is very painful. The worse the wound the more it hurts to heal, and regardless of the injury she continues to live, silent and dormant. If one cuts her body into pieces, and buries each part in a different place, then it will take time but the pieces will find their way back to each other without rot. She does not require food to survive; though it does strengthen her just the same as it does a living person-
Weapons
Twin Daggers and a heavy, barbed chain, double bladed sword
Powers
Manipulation of Kinetic Energy
-May amplify, dim, redirect, focus and control all forms of kinetic energy though she cannot stop it-
Electro-Magnetism
-She may manipulate the magnetic fields around her to attract or repel magnetic substances, as well as minor manipulation of the electricity around her and coursing through her. The more she tries to use electricity the more it hurts her as well-
Osteokinesis
-The ability to manipulate the bone and calcium in her body to reform and change her skeletal structure. This may be used to create plates on or beneath the surface of her skin, strengthen her bones so she doesn’t break her own bones and to create weapons from her bones. Any lost bone structure grows back because of her immortality-
Personality
Stoic, Apathetic and Cold
Cecily comes across as cold and uncaring; with the way she speaks of things or thinks. She is critical about much of what she witnesses and of many things that she has come into contact before. She does not easily understand with human emotions and rarely does she sympathize with another since her own have long before fallen from her grasp. There isn’t often a time when she shows any real emotions, though she is adept at feigning them after her years of practice and evolving in human society.
Loyal, Driven and Protective
Her loyalty knows few bounds, her actions dictated often by the orders of her Master and always carried out regardless of how gruesome, boring or false they are.
Biography
The year was unknown, since it was before people really began to mark the passage of time when the girl was born in a small cabin in the dead of winter, a snow storm raging around them. Her mother panted heavily as the girl was born and the bleeding didn’t stop leaving the woman to die while her child’s father gathered wood and water to clean with. The wet nurse and midwife couldn’t save her, though the child was born healthy and strong. Cecily grew up as the daughter of a warrior, training more in fighting than the womanly habits of home and care; she was never interested in children or food and spent much of her time learning the ways of various weapons.
When she was sixteen her father died in a battle and left her alone to continue her training and live on her own though when she sought out the man who killed her father she found that the man who had ordered it had a fairly large group of warriors protecting him. She’d found the Master and she would kill the one who’d murdered her father. She was skilled for being so young and her skills impressed the Master as she drove her blades into the hearts of his men with a feriocity that he had never seen before.
“You. . . “
The girl snarled as she faced a man, he smirked at her and laughed, as if he didn’t think she could beat him. “So he had a daughter eh?” He laughed again, hefting the blade from his shoulder and dropping it in place as she drove one end of her sword at him with an anger that burned in her cold silver eyes. She missed, the blow easily deflected and she realized that she had lost her calm – she had not made it here on anger alone, but with patience and cunning. She stumbled back, allowing him to think her weak and while he advanced she looked around, as if searching for an escape route though the man couldn’t believe she was afraid already. He was cautious as he approached her, sword drawn though he still grinned mockingly at him. “Come here, if you put down your weapon I won’t hurt you too much.”
Cecily knew what it was that he planned for her and there was no man alive that she would allow to violate her in such a manner and while he hooked his thumbs in his pants she flipped her blades and ducked, razor sharp edges coming up to greet him just over his groin to cut off both of his thumbs and a few of his fingers. The Master behind him was impressed by her skills as the two continued their fight, though it became clear that she was toying with the warrior and that enraged the larger man. He would not be made a mockery of.
“If you put down your weapons I won’t hurt you too much.”
Cecily mimicked him and he stepped away from her, missing one of his whole hands and that was when she drove her blade through his heart and pinned him to the wooden column he had been in front of. “Child, it seems you have bested my warriors in combat.” The Master spoke to her then, looking at her with such a smile as he opened his arms in welcome while a group of five men came from behind him and fanned out. “I would like to invite you to join us.” He spoke again and the girl looked at them in wonder as they each stepped forward and knelt before her. “Never before have we had a woman among us.” They were all young, none more so than hers but several were in their mid-twenties, the prime of their fighting life.
The girl stepped back, brandishing her weapons though none moved to harm her as she stepped around them, following around to see who it was that she was amidst. She looked at them, trying to find what it was that they were hiding but she failed to see what all it was and, instead of trying to kill the Master, it was clear that he had not asked the warrior to kill her father, even if he had not tried to stop him from it. “Fine.”
She agreed, and took the oath with them the following full moon, the final addition to the Blood Oath Warriors in service of the Master and she was the last left standing when the Master finally died. She went on to serve the following, never taking a husband or having children though she willingly used her body to get what it was that the Master needed; being a woman always helped in these affairs.
She died when she was ten and eight years, during the winter solstice when a man who had been hunting her finally found her and nailed her hands to the hall while he raped her, violently and she nearly died of the pain. The last words she spoke to him before her heart stopped beating were; “I will make you suffer.” And that she did. He wasn’t finished with her cooling body when she stuttered a breath. Blood soaked her clothes, ran from her wounds and her heart nearly faltered again when she tried to move, the blade impaling her, the reason why she still lay on the brink of death. The man rutting against her hadn’t realized anything; not until he felt a hand on his back. He looked up and saw the angry flash of the woman’s eyes and tried to get away from her though her legs wrapped tight around his waist and held him in place.
She killed him with his own blade and sent his manhood back to his wife.
Extras
Name
Clyrenfertte Nachvereenan – Cecily Mareen
Age
100,000
Sex
Female
Sexual Preference
Pansexual - Demiromantic
Immortality
The Ultimate Punishment
-Named by the second Master, the girl is not impervious to attacks like others of the oath and instead feels every little pain that befalls her. Her wounds heal, and she can regrow small appendages like fingers, toes, her ears and nose fairly quickly. She can reattach her limbs to speed the healing, though if she cannot, may regrow the missing limb after a while, though the process is very painful. The worse the wound the more it hurts to heal, and regardless of the injury she continues to live, silent and dormant. If one cuts her body into pieces, and buries each part in a different place, then it will take time but the pieces will find their way back to each other without rot. She does not require food to survive; though it does strengthen her just the same as it does a living person-
Weapons
Twin Daggers and a heavy, barbed chain, double bladed sword
Powers
Manipulation of Kinetic Energy
-May amplify, dim, redirect, focus and control all forms of kinetic energy though she cannot stop it-
Electro-Magnetism
-She may manipulate the magnetic fields around her to attract or repel magnetic substances, as well as minor manipulation of the electricity around her and coursing through her. The more she tries to use electricity the more it hurts her as well-
Osteokinesis
-The ability to manipulate the bone and calcium in her body to reform and change her skeletal structure. This may be used to create plates on or beneath the surface of her skin, strengthen her bones so she doesn’t break her own bones and to create weapons from her bones. Any lost bone structure grows back because of her immortality-
Personality
Stoic, Apathetic and Cold
Cecily comes across as cold and uncaring; with the way she speaks of things or thinks. She is critical about much of what she witnesses and of many things that she has come into contact before. She does not easily understand with human emotions and rarely does she sympathize with another since her own have long before fallen from her grasp. There isn’t often a time when she shows any real emotions, though she is adept at feigning them after her years of practice and evolving in human society.
Loyal, Driven and Protective
Her loyalty knows few bounds, her actions dictated often by the orders of her Master and always carried out regardless of how gruesome, boring or false they are.
Biography
The year was unknown, since it was before people really began to mark the passage of time when the girl was born in a small cabin in the dead of winter, a snow storm raging around them. Her mother panted heavily as the girl was born and the bleeding didn’t stop leaving the woman to die while her child’s father gathered wood and water to clean with. The wet nurse and midwife couldn’t save her, though the child was born healthy and strong. Cecily grew up as the daughter of a warrior, training more in fighting than the womanly habits of home and care; she was never interested in children or food and spent much of her time learning the ways of various weapons.
When she was sixteen her father died in a battle and left her alone to continue her training and live on her own though when she sought out the man who killed her father she found that the man who had ordered it had a fairly large group of warriors protecting him. She’d found the Master and she would kill the one who’d murdered her father. She was skilled for being so young and her skills impressed the Master as she drove her blades into the hearts of his men with a feriocity that he had never seen before.
“You. . . “
The girl snarled as she faced a man, he smirked at her and laughed, as if he didn’t think she could beat him. “So he had a daughter eh?” He laughed again, hefting the blade from his shoulder and dropping it in place as she drove one end of her sword at him with an anger that burned in her cold silver eyes. She missed, the blow easily deflected and she realized that she had lost her calm – she had not made it here on anger alone, but with patience and cunning. She stumbled back, allowing him to think her weak and while he advanced she looked around, as if searching for an escape route though the man couldn’t believe she was afraid already. He was cautious as he approached her, sword drawn though he still grinned mockingly at him. “Come here, if you put down your weapon I won’t hurt you too much.”
Cecily knew what it was that he planned for her and there was no man alive that she would allow to violate her in such a manner and while he hooked his thumbs in his pants she flipped her blades and ducked, razor sharp edges coming up to greet him just over his groin to cut off both of his thumbs and a few of his fingers. The Master behind him was impressed by her skills as the two continued their fight, though it became clear that she was toying with the warrior and that enraged the larger man. He would not be made a mockery of.
“If you put down your weapons I won’t hurt you too much.”
Cecily mimicked him and he stepped away from her, missing one of his whole hands and that was when she drove her blade through his heart and pinned him to the wooden column he had been in front of. “Child, it seems you have bested my warriors in combat.” The Master spoke to her then, looking at her with such a smile as he opened his arms in welcome while a group of five men came from behind him and fanned out. “I would like to invite you to join us.” He spoke again and the girl looked at them in wonder as they each stepped forward and knelt before her. “Never before have we had a woman among us.” They were all young, none more so than hers but several were in their mid-twenties, the prime of their fighting life.
The girl stepped back, brandishing her weapons though none moved to harm her as she stepped around them, following around to see who it was that she was amidst. She looked at them, trying to find what it was that they were hiding but she failed to see what all it was and, instead of trying to kill the Master, it was clear that he had not asked the warrior to kill her father, even if he had not tried to stop him from it. “Fine.”
She agreed, and took the oath with them the following full moon, the final addition to the Blood Oath Warriors in service of the Master and she was the last left standing when the Master finally died. She went on to serve the following, never taking a husband or having children though she willingly used her body to get what it was that the Master needed; being a woman always helped in these affairs.
She died when she was ten and eight years, during the winter solstice when a man who had been hunting her finally found her and nailed her hands to the hall while he raped her, violently and she nearly died of the pain. The last words she spoke to him before her heart stopped beating were; “I will make you suffer.” And that she did. He wasn’t finished with her cooling body when she stuttered a breath. Blood soaked her clothes, ran from her wounds and her heart nearly faltered again when she tried to move, the blade impaling her, the reason why she still lay on the brink of death. The man rutting against her hadn’t realized anything; not until he felt a hand on his back. He looked up and saw the angry flash of the woman’s eyes and tried to get away from her though her legs wrapped tight around his waist and held him in place.
She killed him with his own blade and sent his manhood back to his wife.
Extras