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Altheia took the offered hand and shook it firmly. "The demons that are larger and more imposing are also incapable of being civil. Those are the thralls of Necromancy. I, on the other hand, am immune to their control magic and can and do live among humans. I just hope we can get more of my specific type of demon able to publicly reveal their full identity. It is a shame our strength cannot be appreciated except in times of war, no?"
The two near her were significantly shorter than her and so she had to look down at them. She took off her helm, revealing her ashen skin and fully uncovering her unnatural eyes. Her smile served to only accentuate her demonic features, her sharp fangs almost gleaming. Her reply was curt but not hostile. "We are not a duo nor allies. We happen to have a similar destination, that is all. One day, perhaps he may become a friend, but for now he is simply an Undead seeking to kill dragons." She eyed the newcomer carefully, noting the roguish armor and the general shifty feeling surrounding him. She would need to keep an eye on him, though if he tried anything, she would gladly break some bones. "If you will excuse me, I must follow other regulations to join. Enjoy the speech."
With that, she walked over to the group of White Knights, raising her voice to specifically call to the golden knight. "I am not an Undead. I am instead a demon seeking to assist in destroying the dragons." She waited patiently, noting the mixed reactions of the knights as fear and slight hate seemed brewed when she mentioned being a demon.
With that, she walked over to the group of White Knights, raising her voice to specifically call to the golden knight. "I am not an Undead. I am instead a demon seeking to assist in destroying the dragons." She waited patiently, noting the mixed reactions of the knights as fear and slight hate seemed brewed when she mentioned being a demon.
I keep misspelling Altheia's name. For future reference, my sheet is the real spelling. It would be pronounced the same with or without the extra a, so if I misspell it, feel free to point it out or I'll probably catch it on my own.
Instead of taking the offered hand, Altheia gave a shallow bow. "I am Altheia. The assumption that all demons are evil is not far from the truth, Had I not be summoned to Arnor, I likely would have eventually been killed. Demons as myself that do not find their way out tend to be attacked until we are worn out and finally killed. Demons believe that we are some form of evil omen, a bit of bad luck for them. For those like me that escape, we tend to either hide among humans if we are not obviously demons or fight alongside them to gain their trust. I did a mix of both. A good assumption to make about demons is that those that could readily blend with humans like me are the ones that are normally civil. The more bestial ones are not. If we meet any of those demons, I shall savor ripping their heart out of their chests." Her last statement was rather bitter but sincere. It seemed she had quite a bit of history with the truly evil demons. She resumed her trek through the crowd, assuming if Sieg wanted to keep talking, he would follow her.
Althaeia's reaction was sudden and swift. One hand reached back to grab her schiavona as her other moved into a defensive position. The man seemed both fearful and hostile, and she was not going to stay her hand should he attack. "What am I? I am a civilized demon from Arnor. A better question is what are you other than an Undead? Why do you hesitate when you obviously wish to begin hostilities?" She gave him a nasty sneer through her helmet, her eyes narrowing only slightly. Her stance was shifting as she spoke, ending in a comfortable fencing stance. She drew her blade a few inches to show her lack of hesitation to defend herself. "Now, most importantly, do you wish to continue this meaningless aggression or shall we peaceably go to the castle so we can get to saving the world?"
I'm going to wait until the others have posted before making my reply. Give them a chance at the intro so we all know where each starts.
Altheia approached the gates soon after Sieg. The guards were not as quick to allow her entrance. So, she bared her teeth and showed her armament, telling them her intent to kill dragons alongside the Undead. They looked at her in disbelief but let her through as even though she was a demon, she was obviously a civil one desiring the same goal. They gave her a warning to not go on a rampage as expected and watched her until she left sight.
The largeness of the city didn't strike Altheia as hard as it may others, considering her living in a capital city prior to travelling here. Her abnormal height also attributed to her feeling less antlike among the buildings. People around her, once they realized that she was not a normal human, began to give her a wide berth. The cleared sphere around her would have been far bigger if they realized she was a full-blooded demon. She also saw the woman in a blue robe and assumed she had a story relating to their goal, so she figured it best to tag along, from a safe distance of course.
The largeness of the city didn't strike Altheia as hard as it may others, considering her living in a capital city prior to travelling here. Her abnormal height also attributed to her feeling less antlike among the buildings. People around her, once they realized that she was not a normal human, began to give her a wide berth. The cleared sphere around her would have been far bigger if they realized she was a full-blooded demon. She also saw the woman in a blue robe and assumed she had a story relating to their goal, so she figured it best to tag along, from a safe distance of course.
Name: Altheia
Age: 500 (Doesnt keep track)
Gender: Female
Nationality: Arnor
Appearance: Altheia stands above most humans, though not by too much. She stands at a staggering 7'0" and sports a lithe frame muscled by practical, lean muscles formed from constant combat. Her back sports a scar running from her right shoulder down to her left side and her collarbone sports a similar scar running from her left shoulder down to just above her left breast. Her features are a good mix of curves and sharp angles, granting her a very exotic beauty that hearkens to a nearly predatory air. Her hair is worn very long, reaching down to her waist in its loose braid. Her skin tone is pale, almost ashen, and sports a slight blue cast. Her hair is almost pure white save for a very slight blue tint. Her hair is about four shades darker than her skin. Her eyes strike people quickly. They are solid orbs of sapphire and lack a pupil. When in her armor, the only parts not covered by lamellar plating is her joints. Her gauntlets have slightly extended plates to allow coverage of her elbow when her arm is straight and her shin plates do the same for her knees. Her entire body is covered in chainmail over padded cloth under the lamellar. Her hair hangs freely from the back of the helm. Her mouth holds what seem to be average teeth at first until one notices that her canines are long than normal and the incisors on each side of her canines also ends in a sharp point and extend slightly beyond that of her other incisors. When not in her armor, she normally goes barefoot and wears a long, practical dress that brushes her ankles as she walks. The dress sports an interesting aspect. Very fine steel chainmail is sewn between the two cloth layers, thus giving her very minimal protection in case of ambush.
Equipment: Healing plants (common plants equivalent to Estus), 2 falcatas, 1 schiavona, padded cloth armor covered with steel chainmail followed by full-body steel lamellar, two specially made gauntlets for parrying, steel corinthian helmet (less than inch space between cheek plates, nose guard extends into space, forming a nearly full face helm), Slumbering Dragoncrest Ring, two daggers in boots (Mostly used for utility and eating)
Backstory: Altheia grew up among demons. She had to fight to survive, had to kill to eat, and had to prove her worth at all times. Early in her life, about 150 years after birth, she got into a fight with a demon. His ally decided to attack her from behind. The demon attacked from the front. Both connected and drew blood. She retaliated and killed both, but the scars were permanent and became the only blemishes to her otherwise perfect skin. At the age of 160, she was summoned into the world, in the kingdom of Arnor. She was confused at first and lost. Her humanoid appearance and general lack of bloodthirst allowed her to pass inspection on more than one occasion. As she wandered the kingdom, getting her bearings, she began to take a liking to human society. They didn't kill for everything and they did not war for the sake of it. She grew comfortable and made her home in the capital city. As the decades passed, she developed a circle of friends and contacts and even publicly revealed her demonic nature. Old, now dead, friends crafted her weapons and armor and she meticulously maintains them to this day, careful to keep them always battle ready. As the curse began to arrive once more and once she heard dragons reappeared, some necromancers thought it would be wise to attempt to take control of her. Their attempt would have been successful on most demons, but Altheia found out she was not like most demons. She held a much calmer demeanor and also held a far, far greater willpower. She had a necromancer friend who tested the limits of her willpower. He found her immune to all necromancy meant to control demons. Why, they couldn't tell, but it was a great boon for a woman content to defend her friends and offer to defend the kingdom when Undead champions were called upon. She decided to join the ranks of the Undead to assist in their destruction of the dragons.
Covenant: None. Likely will not join one but is also restricted to "neutral" covenents
Age: 500 (Doesnt keep track)
Gender: Female
Nationality: Arnor
Appearance: Altheia stands above most humans, though not by too much. She stands at a staggering 7'0" and sports a lithe frame muscled by practical, lean muscles formed from constant combat. Her back sports a scar running from her right shoulder down to her left side and her collarbone sports a similar scar running from her left shoulder down to just above her left breast. Her features are a good mix of curves and sharp angles, granting her a very exotic beauty that hearkens to a nearly predatory air. Her hair is worn very long, reaching down to her waist in its loose braid. Her skin tone is pale, almost ashen, and sports a slight blue cast. Her hair is almost pure white save for a very slight blue tint. Her hair is about four shades darker than her skin. Her eyes strike people quickly. They are solid orbs of sapphire and lack a pupil. When in her armor, the only parts not covered by lamellar plating is her joints. Her gauntlets have slightly extended plates to allow coverage of her elbow when her arm is straight and her shin plates do the same for her knees. Her entire body is covered in chainmail over padded cloth under the lamellar. Her hair hangs freely from the back of the helm. Her mouth holds what seem to be average teeth at first until one notices that her canines are long than normal and the incisors on each side of her canines also ends in a sharp point and extend slightly beyond that of her other incisors. When not in her armor, she normally goes barefoot and wears a long, practical dress that brushes her ankles as she walks. The dress sports an interesting aspect. Very fine steel chainmail is sewn between the two cloth layers, thus giving her very minimal protection in case of ambush.
Equipment: Healing plants (common plants equivalent to Estus), 2 falcatas, 1 schiavona, padded cloth armor covered with steel chainmail followed by full-body steel lamellar, two specially made gauntlets for parrying, steel corinthian helmet (less than inch space between cheek plates, nose guard extends into space, forming a nearly full face helm), Slumbering Dragoncrest Ring, two daggers in boots (Mostly used for utility and eating)
Backstory: Altheia grew up among demons. She had to fight to survive, had to kill to eat, and had to prove her worth at all times. Early in her life, about 150 years after birth, she got into a fight with a demon. His ally decided to attack her from behind. The demon attacked from the front. Both connected and drew blood. She retaliated and killed both, but the scars were permanent and became the only blemishes to her otherwise perfect skin. At the age of 160, she was summoned into the world, in the kingdom of Arnor. She was confused at first and lost. Her humanoid appearance and general lack of bloodthirst allowed her to pass inspection on more than one occasion. As she wandered the kingdom, getting her bearings, she began to take a liking to human society. They didn't kill for everything and they did not war for the sake of it. She grew comfortable and made her home in the capital city. As the decades passed, she developed a circle of friends and contacts and even publicly revealed her demonic nature. Old, now dead, friends crafted her weapons and armor and she meticulously maintains them to this day, careful to keep them always battle ready. As the curse began to arrive once more and once she heard dragons reappeared, some necromancers thought it would be wise to attempt to take control of her. Their attempt would have been successful on most demons, but Altheia found out she was not like most demons. She held a much calmer demeanor and also held a far, far greater willpower. She had a necromancer friend who tested the limits of her willpower. He found her immune to all necromancy meant to control demons. Why, they couldn't tell, but it was a great boon for a woman content to defend her friends and offer to defend the kingdom when Undead champions were called upon. She decided to join the ranks of the Undead to assist in their destruction of the dragons.
Covenant: None. Likely will not join one but is also restricted to "neutral" covenents
Grothnor said
You want a big hat, you got one::P
I want one
But he has no big hat
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