Lina Marlov
Jun 25, 2022 15:53:51 GMT -5
Post by Lina on Jun 25, 2022 15:53:51 GMT -5
Lina Marlov
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, but appears 30
Race: High Elf
Nationality: The Pale City
Appearance:
Death surrounds a woman who was once beautiful and elegant in her life, who was gifted with beauty and grace from the gods above. Much like the setting sun, beauty too falters in the face of death. Lina is a husk of herself, no longer captivating, instead corrupted by the darkness of the suns abandonment. Two pale, empty eyes peer out from underneath a cacophony of cascading black hair. Flowing down the back of a pale, lifeless, wretched woman, her image curls and twist the creation of the heavens. Shadows and darkness wrap themselves around her thin, twisted form, cloaking her damned soul in a shroud of life. Once rounded and soft features are now jagged and twisted, remnants of her beauty occasionally peering through only to be grabbed and dragged below, her damned soul taking center stage.
Personality:
Those who knew Lina in her life would have used kind words to describe her, things like sweet, caring, lovely. Those people no longer exist however, buried beneath the crushing weight of mortality. Their words now hang on the lips of dead mortals, as the Lina they knew ceased to exist with them. What remains is a corrupted soul filled to the brim with evil malice and hateful intent. Her desires no longer hers, hopes and dreams cast aside for the whim of darkness, she now acts as the hand of death himself, moving through Charon like a plague. The motives of a damned woman are a mystery, and only time will tell if history remembers her name, or if the grave claims yet another soul.
History:
Recorded history is all that remains of Lina Marlov, a daughter, sister, mother and wife. A selfless woman who cared for those in her village, who tended to the wounded, fed the starving and nursed the poor. She was beloved among all who knew her, praised for her abilities to heal and turn the darkness away. Nothing meant more to Lina than her family, her husband and her three children, the lights of her life. Everything was as it should have been, a kind mother raising her family in the calmness of the world. Fate had other plans for this saint, for as darkness spread across the land, it brought with it evil and violence, savage men with greed and lust where their hearts once beat.
Flames licked at the midnight sky, homes and farms burning as raiders moved from homestead to homestead, taking what was not theirs, and killing all who was considered unnecessary. Lina watched with fire in her eyes as all she had come to know was now engulfed, the men of the village fighting a losing battle, mothers and their babies fleeing in the night. It was all for naught, as death's cold bony reach spread through out the region. Lina watched as her husband was cut down, her home set ablaze, her children slaughtered and inevitably her own fleeting life taken from her.
But oh how fickle is death, who can say they know the intentions of a being devoid of mercy and love. What should have been the last night for Lina was in fact her first. No explanation exits for what occurred, either death wanted her for its own nefarious plans, or her very own soul refused to give in. Regardless of the reason, she persisted. Instead of dying and drifting off into the void, something remained.
But it was not Lina.