Appearance:
Sorry if you hate messy B&W drawings, I was too lazy to color it. Maybe some day.


Name/Alias: Minev, the 'Tell-Tale Witch'
Age: 22
Race: Amali/Draelni
Kingdom of Origin: Border Town - Caraxis, Nomadic

Short Background:
Death was more common than life from where Minev came from. All of her memories, every single one of her motivations were driven by the very force. The name of her old home doesn't really matter. For it doesn't exist anymore, nor do the people whom she once belonged to. Everything along the mangled border was swallowed by the black mists that poured from the heart of darkness. The price of greed, as it were. Made alone in the world, Minev was left to die. It was a wonder why she was spared from annihilation. Perhaps even darkness would not take such an abomination. She did possess a so-called 'tainted' bloodline. Or it might've been another force at play. Wandering in the nothingness, an old family of crones found her and took the girl deep into the nearby swamps. There, deep in the marshlands their coven lay in secret, guarded from intruders by a veil of dark and twisted hexes. They saw something in the little orphan girl, a gift unlike any others. It was something they could not allow to go to waste. They would teach Minev dark arts, forbidden things so that she may learn to harness her gift. She would memorize of curses and rituals to call upon spirits, bending them to her will. In her quickness to learn the intricacies of the craft, they would shower her in presents, praise, and tender love.

For once, she felt at home in the world. It did not matter what they asked in return.

When she reached a proper age, they approached her with an important task, one only she can fulfill. In truth, these old witches worshiped a forgotten God, who harbored them for their curiosity. Though whether it still existed remained a mystery. Their goal of reaching this 'greater truth' branded them as monsters, for their means, derived from feverish dreams involving the deity, could easily be misunderstood as evil and wretched. And so they waited for something like her, to finally 'set them on their path'. She had the potential to transcending all they could never achieve, and to do so, they needed to push the girl to her limits and beyond. She would need to make a sacrifice, for them. Without hesitation, she accepted this task bestowed upon her. Minev went along with the painful rituals, laying still as they seared magic into her very flesh, allowing them to torture her in countless ways to bring forth her inner promise. This was for the people she loved and whom loved her back, she would think. They were her family. It was rightful to make 'sacrifices' for one's family, and so she endured it all to see their wishes come true. It was a long and grueling process that lasted long months, maybe even years. It was impossible to tell. She was frequently left battered, not a single ounce of strength left but to cry from the aching and pain. Her mothers whispered sweet things in her ear to sooth the suffering. and so through it all, her love and body did not waver. It didn't stop until she heard a 'voice' that emerged deep within her, one that belonged to neither imagination or reality. Maybe it was just her mind breaking.

It was hazy what happened after, but when Minev awoke, she was alone again. She would leave the sunken library in the swamp, bringing only the knowledge they engraved in her mind. The young woman had nothing to follow but the voice in her head. She soon came across a dying animal. One much like herself. Try as she did, Minev was unable to heal it and the poor thing laying dying in her arms. In her desperation, the Voice spoke to her, teaching her how to use her dormant gift. Listening to the instructions of the Voice, she touched the corpse to draw upon the trapped spirit, seeking to lure the soul as she has done so many times before. But the effect was far greater than she anticipated. It was effortless, how she pulled the essence from the body. Instead of the black swirling mass of a spirit who died in pain, this particular spirit was milky white, wholly pure and cleansed of any qualms. Was this her true potential? It was unlike any of the mindless apparitions conjured before too, possessing a free-will and thought all on its own. This one chose to follow her.

The pale crossbreed was overjoyed to have a friend, to not be alone. She no longer required a proper vessel to contain and dominate spirits anymore, as she would come to understand. With her newfound power, Minev set out with a new purpose. She would find others to take along on her journey to reach 'the beautiful place the voice spoke of'; a place without death, a place of peace.

Like a family, she protected them and they protected her. She felt happy once more.

In her search, Minev would eventually be drawn to Altamea, where she would conduct her studies and experiments along the borders. Though she wanted to go about peacefully, she would quickly earn 'fame' through her odd habits, garnering the attention of the neighboring country for her odd expertise in the supernatural. Apparently, it came about in her conflicting viewpoint, being featured in many wild stories passed along by travelers. Her unnatural resistance towards the corruption, tied with her odd appearance, made people think she was some sort of demonic entity that took root in the region. A common story was that a mysterious pale girl would appear to those who are suffering, truly desperate to die, and 'free' them by devour their soul. Others tell of how she consumes the souls of beasts and people alike, a monster among monsters. Often, her arrival would be marked by tell-tale signs and strange trinkets, such as wooden dolls and oddly shaped shadows. The issue became so great that a group of Paladins were sent to deal with the rising panic. When they discovered her true nature, they had an opportunity like no other. Her ability to commune and manipulate spirits of the dead is viewed as taboo, being as it violated some of the principle laws regarding magical conduct established by Voy and Crux Redentor. Such an offense is punishable by death. But instead of killing her then and there, they offered the witch an ultimatum. Minev would act as their representative for the upcoming Ascension, but in reality, her purpose was to infiltrate the Architects and relay their secrets. They were tired of going unanswered.

Urged by the voice in her head, she smiled and accepted.