Saetan SaDiablo
"My darling, you would not be so foolish as to tempt me would you?"
Character Summary:
Name:
Saetan SaDiablo
Aliases:
High Lord, The Sadist, The Executioner
Age:
2,839 years old
Birthday:
October 15
Race/Species:
Hayllian
Gender:
Male
Birhtplace:
The backstreets of Draega
Jewel Color (Birthright and Offering):
Birthright - Red/Offering - Black
Class/Caste:
Warlord Prince/Black Widow
Languages:
Eryian, Common, Hayllian, Dhemlan, and essentially most everything else.
Occupation:
High Lord of Hell, Dorothea's 'Pet', Warlord Prince of Dhemlan in Kaeleer, High Priest of the Hourglass Coven
Appearance
Height:
6 foot 2 inches
Weight:
Average weight
Body Type:
Lean, well built
Eye Color:
Gold
Hair Color:
Black
Skin Tone:
Tan skin
Character psychology
Sexuality:
Straight, though he can and does seduce men
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Saetan is a man who deeply hates his own race and would destroy it in a heartbeat if he could. Fortunately for them however, the High Lord holds his honor above his hatred, using it as a leash to keep himself in check and not wipe out those innocents who had have nothing to do under Dorothea's thumb. This mercy does not extend to the rest of the women who flock to Dororthea to see him, from them he quickly gained the name 'Sadist'. Where before he put his skills to terrifying use on the killing field, Saetan now puts them to use to discourage women from seeking him out. Knowing that while he will be punished for it, Dorothea does not dare kill him. Hyall's bloodlines are failing to produce the darker jewels that the Priestess-Queen needs to increase her influence and at the crux of a plan that has taken over fifteen hundred years to come to fruition time is critical.
This, however, does not mean that Saetan is without care. He cares deeply for a select few, but as a essential prisoner under Dorothea he dare not reach out a hand in friendship as the woman is quick to use these things against him. So he keeps his approval of others convert. However, as the ruling Warlord Prince of Dhemlan he has been very secretive of his position under Dorothea to those people from Kaeleer. Caring about what those people think of him. As if they could ever connect the Warlord Prince SaDiablo with Saetan, Dorothea's pet war prisoner. But Saetan is biding his time. Waiting until he finds a Queen worth the chance of freedom who can challenge Dorothea as he himself dares not to unless he wishes to spark the war between Kaeleer and Terreille, putting the Dhemlan people he presides over at risk.
Habits:
- Drinking often
- Smoking
- Always wearing his tinted black nails long
- Dressing immaculately
Hobbies:
- Drinking/Smoking
- Thwarting Dorothea's plans
- Reading
- Playing the violin
- Teaching Craft to children
Fears:
- Siring a child under Dorothea's control
- Starting a war between the Realms
- Finding his Queen only for Dorothea to slay her
Likes:
- Drinking/Smoking
- Reading
- Scaring the clucking women who flock about Dorothea and her pet Queens
- Children
- His Hall in Kaeleer
Dislikes:
- Dorothea
- Dorothea's pet Queens
- Those who do not follow Protocol
- Dogs
Skills
General Skills:
- Seducing men and women alike
- Courtly Manners/Dancing
- Courtly subterfuge
- Playing the violin
- Making potions/poisons
Combat Skills:
- Knife/Dagger (rusty)
- Sword fighting (rusty)
- Hand to Hand (rusty)
- Snaketooth poisoning
Magical Skills:
- Seducing via the Craft
- Mentally tearing apart someone's mind
- Killing via the Craft
Histoy
Background:
Born in a rickety house on Draega, the capital of Hyall to a whore. His mother cared for her son the best she could. But perished shortly into Saetan's life. From there Saetan was granted his Birthright Red and made the Offering for his Black jewels. Between the two he sought work where he could find it. Picking up skills quickly at charming women and fighting off those who would take his profits from him. Playing a randy rogue, he lived on the 'gifts' of his female friends til he made the Offering and received the Black. It was roughly about this time that he began working in Courts as a variety of positions and more often than not a Consort.
It was around his nine hundredth year that he left Terreille behind him for good. No longer the boy he had been or the handsome Hyallian. He was recognized as a force to be reckoned with in Kaeleer, the darker of the two living Realms. While Terreille had been his birthplace, Kaeleer was his home and the rules of Protocol were as he was taught and not the slow twisting that was happening over in Terreille. Especially in Hyallian. It was shortly after he showed his power to convince some irritants to seek trouble elsewhere the Dhemlans Queens asked him to rule as the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan. Which he accepted. Ruling both Kaeleer's and Terreille's Dhemlan. But Hyall had grown greedy in his absence. Saetan had ruled in Dhemlan for roughly eight hundred years at this point and was not going to take Hyall's intrusions lightly. But things did not pan out as the High Lord of Hell hoped. Dhemlan won, but at a cost. Heketah, a demon dead woman, had approached Saetan and lured him into a meeting only for Saetan at a crucial point in the victory to be forced to make a choice between his country and people or himself. While Dhemlan had won, Pruul and Raej had allied with Hyall thanks to Queens that had been set up in their economically weakened courts and were now poised to strike at the Terreille Dhemlan. Saetan gave himself over as prisoner and Dhemlan was given over a proper Queen. Not that her fair and just rule lasted long. Soon Dhemlans forgot about a Warlord Prince thanks to Dorothea's machinations. Since then Saetan has been working on subverting the Preistess-Queen, contained though he is by a band of compliance. A object forged by craft that Dorothea controls and if compliance is not given, pain is.
Additional Information
Other:
Theme Song:
Faeril Ashkevron
"I can take you apart just as well as I can put you back together."
Character Summary:
Name:
Faeril Ashkevron
Aliases:
Fae, Ashke, Scalpel Tongue, Ice Healer, Iron Healer, Razor Tongue
Age:
953 years old
Birthday:
November 29
Race/Species:
Eryian
Gender:
Female
Birhtplace:
Doun, Askavi
Jewel Color (Birthright and Offering):
Birthright - Blood opal/Offering - Red
Class/Caste:
Healer/Black Widow
Languages:
Eryian, Common
Occupation:
Healer, Secretive Poison/Potion Dealer, Hourglass Coven Black Widow
Appearance
Height:
5 foot 11 inches
Weight:
132 pounds
Body Type:
Lithe
Eye Color:
Grey-Blue
Hair Color:
Dark Aurburn
Skin Tone:
Grey-tan skin
Character psychology
Sexuality:
Bisexual, though she prefers men
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
No nonsense, sharp and to the point. Faeril will beat about the bush should she be unsure of something or unwilling to reveal something. Generally in these cases she's trying to avoid lying. But she is very capable of it. Lying to herself, to patients, to everyone she sees regularly about many things. She expects her word to be done when attending to her patients or wounds. Mental or otherwise. This also reflects in her refusal to accept excuses and her quickness to punish failure in those about her and herself. All brought about by her job as a Healer. To Faeril failure results in death and that is unacceptable and inexcusable. The eyes of the dead she failed to save and brought the death to haunt her. Not that she will admit it. Shielding herself in a wall of mental ice.
This is not to say that Fae is without feeling. She feels very deeply, but due to her abilities and profession she buries this side of her deeply. Under sharp wit, tongue and a devil-may-care attitude for everyone. Subordinates, and authority alike is beneath her when she is working. Everyone is expendable, but she will often try to save everyone she can. Pushing herself hard to do as much as she can without harming her beloved jewels. Something she is very careful of, aware she can save more with them being whole them either being shattered or drained. But she desires more. A place were she will not fear if any find out of her Black Widow status. With a dark humor, and a hand for politics she has ambition to claim enough power to increase her own. For those who get in her way, she will render them into madness and their body to meat unfit for Hell.
Habits:
- Pacing when in the height of emotion or thinking hard
- Biting at her crooked forefinger when thinking
- Always wearing gloves
- Dressing immaculately and abhorring wrinkles
- Speaking with her hands
Hobbies:
- Bossing people about
- Making Potions/Poisons
- Shopping for/Acquiring clothes, accessories
- Verbally berating people
- Messing with people's outlooks
Fears:
- Dying and facing the patients she lost
- Healing and loosing a friend or kin
- The nightmares of the dead
- Being exposed as a Black Widow
Likes:
- Bossing people about/Verbally berating people/Messing with people's outlooks
- Potions/Poisons
- Clothes, accessories
- Healing someone successfully
- Torturing/Killing a threat
Dislikes:
- Being bossed about, berated, or messed with
- Losing a patient
- Messy Clothes
- Failure/excuses
- Dogs
Skills
General Skills:
- Diplomacy/Lecturing
- Dancing
- Flying
- Cooking
- Making potions/poisons
Combat Skills:
- Knife/Dagger
- Limited Hand to Hand
- Snaketooth poisoning
Magical Skills:
- Healing
- Mental
- Making Poisons/Potions
Histoy
Background:
The Ashkevrons... An old and powerful Eyrien family though most would not think of them as such. Their power is in a bloodline rich in Black Widows. The ancestral eyrie had been carved from the mountain about them from countless generations of fathers, lovers, and brothers. The distaff line holding the key to the place and the name they possess. Faeril was born to Nivarian, a Queen and Black Widow of the Grey jewel, and her consort at the time. A Warlord named Falkar who wore the red. She grew up watching the workings of the court from a young age and learned the basic skills of a Black Widow from her very cradle. For her mother was not so busy as to deny her daughter the family teachings whether she would turn out to be a Widow or no. But it was shortly after her Birthright ceremony when Faeril was given the Blood Opal that her mother was slain by assassination. Nivarian had sensed something coming and sent her daughter to live in the family home that was held by her sister, Lumerian, who had no children of her own. Black widows were already being whispered about as 'unnatural women', and Nivarian's death only confirm this in many eyes.
When Faeril's snaketooth grew in over her years of puberty, Lumerian taught her niece far more of their shared craft. So the young woman split her time with her aunt in secret teachings of the craft that was becoming more and more dangerous to practice and her more open and readily admitted Healer training. Faeril wasted no time with her no nonsense attitude, nor did Lumerian waste anytime teaching her quickly raising her sister's child to a journeyman in the Hourglass Coven. It was when she was a hundred and fifty two that Faeril achieved Master status among her Craft as a Widow and two hundred by the time she became a full fledged healer. Well respected if disliked for her harsh tongue. But the Healer came too late as her aunt failed to notice the days and died of her snake tooth's venom.
Distraught though she was over her aunt's death, Faeril did not abandon the village she lived in nor family home. Sending out a plea for aid from a close friend and her escort. For as a Black Widow herself, Faeril suspected her aunt had been drugged by someone into forgetting and did not feel as though a early grave would suit her. Gen Saroth and his twin brothers Denar and Belor answered her call and all three were ready for a fight. Their mother was a sweet woman, but her mind had been shattered thanks to the boys' father a Hyallian male. Gen had sought aid from Nivarian when he was old enough to challenge his father and gotten it readily. The Hyall male was sent off and their mother's mind was healed as much as Lumerian and Nivarian could heal the woman. She still was a good deal lost in the madness and her ability with the Craft was next to nothing, but the twins and Gen both swore a debt to the Ashkevron family. After Lumerian's death the four Eyrien Blood sought out the males' father and Faeril ripped the knowledge from his mind. Leaving him for the wolves of the mountain. His body nothing more than a sack of meat, the bones all being dislocated and crushed to gravel with Faeril's skill and might.
Over her nine and a half centuries of existence, Faeril has known many. Enjoy the company of friends and rivals alike. But while has had her 'little Healer's cadre' there are few she has taken into her embrace as a lover. She has confided in each that she fears losing them while trying to heal them. Though her sharp tongue and frosty demeanor tend to scare most off. Much to her constant friend Saroth's, a fellow Eryian, amusement and exasperation. While he is of her circle and was one of her first guards as a Healer. Their relationship was more one of quick wit, unwavering friendship and benefits on the side. Neither believe themselves 'correct' for the other. Which would be completely right in the fact that Saroth preferred men to women just as much as Fae does. But it was Saroth who held Faeril together when she lost her first, and thus far, only child. Born stillborn, the child was not only Faeril's but Saroth's as well. Faeril had decided to make the attempt to be a mother and Saroth had been happy to be a donor of sorts. But Saroth had pulled himself together and Faeril as well, dragging her back from the brink of willing herself to death. Since that day 150 years ago, Faeril has refused to take another lover or even consider children. Stating she would not be a good mother. Even if Saroth is exempt from the first rule, if merely for his ability to be one of the few who can brave through her harsh tongue.
Additional Information
Other:
Her and Saroth's stillborn son is something neither talk about. His name would have been Varys.
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