Ulmiyda Frostcroft - Purity of Atrocity
Feb 22, 2023 22:25:00 GMT -5
Post by Ulmiyda Frostcroft on Feb 22, 2023 22:25:00 GMT -5
Pronunciation: Ul-me-da
Image: WIP
Alias: Ulmiyda Flameborne
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Race: Dark Elf
Nationality: The Pale City
Height: 4’6
Appearance: Ulmiyda possesses dark grey skin, only a couple shades lighter than pure black, a skin tone darker than both of her parents. Her eyes are a light blue matching a clear afternoon sky. Her hair is pure white, to the point that it almost glows against her dark skin. Her clothes match her family’s status within the Pale City, ranging from elegant dresses for formal affairs to traditional garb made with only the most high-quality fur sourced directly from her home region of Frost Gale. While being rather short and thin for her age, she exudes an air of confidence which matches her resolve.
Personality: Optimistic and hyperactive, Ulmiyda often deals with issues head on. She holds little respect for authority with the exceptions being her parents and occasionally her retainer. While willing to work with others, she is easily annoyed when she doesn’t get her way.
In terms of goals, Ulmiyda is best described as singularly focused. Her obsession utterly consumes her thoughts and judgement. While being relatively intelligent due to her high-class education, she is easily manipulated and often short-sighted. She is known to hold grudges against those who wrong her but doesn’t let something as petty as revenge cloud her ambitions.
In spite of this, there is an innocence in the girl. While her actions often lead to suffering, there is no intent to harm behind them. Do you attribute malice to fire? No, it simply burns as a matter of course.
Hobbies: Watching things on fire. Setting things on fire. Getting other people to set things on fire. Setting other people on fire. The occasional sword (Fire enchanted). Fire. Reading.
History: The cold, the dreaded cold. The feeling creeped over her skin as she opened her eyes for the first time. Crying out in protest of the world, she ignored the soothing words of both the servants and her parents. She writhed and raged seeking any form of comfort until her eyes caught a gentle, swaying motion. It was a tiny dancing glimmer, more alive than any of the beings attempting to engage with her. The lone light in this dark new world. Flame.
Born to the Frostcrofts, a high-ranking trade family among the Pale City’s upper class, Ulmiydia lived a sheltered childhood. Her every need was attended to be her retainer and her family servants. For the longest time, she seemed like any other noble child, spoiled but well mannered. The only oddity of note was her fascination with the lanterns and chandeliers of the manor. She would stare at them endlessly, much to the dismay of any tutor hired by her parents.
As she grew older, her parents enrolled her into the Pale City’s most prestigious academy so that she may better integrate into the political class. While she was generally a successful student, her social skills were rather lacking, and she was alone more often than not. Many of her days were spent in the academy's extensive library, studying the history and geography of Charon. The more she read, the more she grew to hate her frozen homeland. She began to feel contempt towards the sun elves; how dare they claim Solaria and steal his warmth. She read all she could about her obsession, slowly learning the most basic of pyromancy all on her own. She never felt more alive than when she was finally able to move the small candle flame that rested by her bed table.
One night a great tragedy struck the academy. The southern wing of the building had erupted into a flame, one that raged in spite of the heavy snowfall of the encroaching blizzard. The Frostcrofts, in a panic, sent their most loyal retainer Cervayhn to retrieve their daughter. His rush through the city streets didn’t last long. In the midst of the heavy snowfall stood Ulmiyda, looking upon the burning academy, her belongings sitting in a bag beside her. Her fingers seemed to glow, whether it a be a reflection of the flames upon the snow or something else, he was uncertain. Cinders gently rained down, mixing with the snowfall as the young girl turned to face him. A warm grin adorned her face, not an ounce of fear was present in her eyes. Hastily, he grabbed the girl and her belongings, focusing only on getting her safely back to the manor. As he held the girl close, he noticed something odd. She was warm, too warm for this blizzard. She also gave little resistance or complaint; it was almost as if she was content with her circumstances.
It was several days before the damage to the academy could be properly assessed. Several students as well as faculty were lost in the flames. The Frostcrofts, out of fear for, and of their daughter, secluded her inside their manor. Her studies continued, just with specific restrictions. No artificial light was allowed in any of the rooms she dwelled in. Her tutoring sessions occurred only during the day, the distant sun served as her only light in her otherwise dark world. Her father, in a vain attempt to help his daughter, started to teach her the blade, hoping to distract her from her more destructive interest. While she showed some natural talent, even willing to wield blades normally too large for someone of her stature, it did little to satiate her.
Many nights she sat sleepless as the cold seeped into her well-furnished room. How long would she need to endure? Was her obsession really such a crime? Everyone in this forsaken city sought warmth, yet her desires were too great? There was no malice behind her actions, the fire acted on its own, like any other being. What a cruelty it was for them to suffocate her flame in this dark.
Those long nights dragged on for a year. Her only refuge was the dim lights of far-off city lanterns visible through her window, they endured the storm just as her on light did.
One day her father invited her to a proper dinner. Eager for any change, the young girl accepted. As her father led her into the manor’s grand dining hall, she was met with a shock. The room glowed with all manner of lights. Candelabras, the chandelier, even the grand fireplace, were all aflame. She quickly composed herself, clearly this was a test, one she needed to pass if she ever wanted to see the outside world. Putting on her best act, she ate peacefully as she talked with her parents, her eyes avoiding the flames as much as possible. The conversation was quite trite to her, the typical speeches about familial reputation and honor. She’d heard it all before, they were likely bringing it up out of concern for her potential actions. She did her best to reassure her parents that she would make her family proud. As the meal finished, her parents offered her an ultimatum. She would be free to venture outside, but she would need to restrain herself. At the very least her incidents could not occur in the Pale City, and they could not be tied back to the family. A wide smile formed across her face as she ran over and hugged her parents, a final ploy to escape her confinement.
The next day she departed the manor with a beaming grin. She ran through the snow-covered streets, unaware of Cervayhn shadowing her movements from a distance. The world awaited her, the only question was would Charon be engulfed by her warmth, or would the cold world suffocate her flame?
Important NPCs:
Shiva Frostcroft:
Ulmiyda’s father is a tall grey skinned dark elf who serves as a master of arms in one of the Pale City’s garrisons. He was known as a masterful swordsman throughout the Knights of Galavance, he is highly respected by both his higher ups and the common soldier. While his duties often keep him away from home, he cares deeply for his daughter despite her eccentricities. It was his idea to allow Ulmiyda to leave captivity under the watchful eye of Cervayhn.
Aimee Frostcroft:
Ulmiyda’s mother is a purple skinned dark elf of average build. Coming from a long line of traders founded within the Pale City, she is the main source of the family’s wealth. Raised to succeed in business first and foremost, not a single commodity passes through the city’s port without her knowledge. Having such a busy work life, she is rather disconnected from her daughter, often showering her with gifts rather than spending time with her.
Cervayhn Halist:
A former knight of Galavance and a longtime friend of Shiva Frostcroft, he serves the family as Ulmiyda’s retainer. He generally possesses a dreary demeanor, likely brought on from the effort needed to keep up with the young girl. In spite of this, he has a sense of humor, often toying with Ulmiyda and keeping her chaos to minimum. He serves as a direct line of communication to the Frostcrofts as Ulmiyda travels across Charon. A trained cyromancer, he is also in charge of protecting the young girl from any danger she gets herself into.
Image: WIP
Alias: Ulmiyda Flameborne
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Race: Dark Elf
Nationality: The Pale City
Height: 4’6
Appearance: Ulmiyda possesses dark grey skin, only a couple shades lighter than pure black, a skin tone darker than both of her parents. Her eyes are a light blue matching a clear afternoon sky. Her hair is pure white, to the point that it almost glows against her dark skin. Her clothes match her family’s status within the Pale City, ranging from elegant dresses for formal affairs to traditional garb made with only the most high-quality fur sourced directly from her home region of Frost Gale. While being rather short and thin for her age, she exudes an air of confidence which matches her resolve.
Personality: Optimistic and hyperactive, Ulmiyda often deals with issues head on. She holds little respect for authority with the exceptions being her parents and occasionally her retainer. While willing to work with others, she is easily annoyed when she doesn’t get her way.
In terms of goals, Ulmiyda is best described as singularly focused. Her obsession utterly consumes her thoughts and judgement. While being relatively intelligent due to her high-class education, she is easily manipulated and often short-sighted. She is known to hold grudges against those who wrong her but doesn’t let something as petty as revenge cloud her ambitions.
In spite of this, there is an innocence in the girl. While her actions often lead to suffering, there is no intent to harm behind them. Do you attribute malice to fire? No, it simply burns as a matter of course.
Hobbies: Watching things on fire. Setting things on fire. Getting other people to set things on fire. Setting other people on fire. The occasional sword (Fire enchanted). Fire. Reading.
History: The cold, the dreaded cold. The feeling creeped over her skin as she opened her eyes for the first time. Crying out in protest of the world, she ignored the soothing words of both the servants and her parents. She writhed and raged seeking any form of comfort until her eyes caught a gentle, swaying motion. It was a tiny dancing glimmer, more alive than any of the beings attempting to engage with her. The lone light in this dark new world. Flame.
Born to the Frostcrofts, a high-ranking trade family among the Pale City’s upper class, Ulmiydia lived a sheltered childhood. Her every need was attended to be her retainer and her family servants. For the longest time, she seemed like any other noble child, spoiled but well mannered. The only oddity of note was her fascination with the lanterns and chandeliers of the manor. She would stare at them endlessly, much to the dismay of any tutor hired by her parents.
As she grew older, her parents enrolled her into the Pale City’s most prestigious academy so that she may better integrate into the political class. While she was generally a successful student, her social skills were rather lacking, and she was alone more often than not. Many of her days were spent in the academy's extensive library, studying the history and geography of Charon. The more she read, the more she grew to hate her frozen homeland. She began to feel contempt towards the sun elves; how dare they claim Solaria and steal his warmth. She read all she could about her obsession, slowly learning the most basic of pyromancy all on her own. She never felt more alive than when she was finally able to move the small candle flame that rested by her bed table.
One night a great tragedy struck the academy. The southern wing of the building had erupted into a flame, one that raged in spite of the heavy snowfall of the encroaching blizzard. The Frostcrofts, in a panic, sent their most loyal retainer Cervayhn to retrieve their daughter. His rush through the city streets didn’t last long. In the midst of the heavy snowfall stood Ulmiyda, looking upon the burning academy, her belongings sitting in a bag beside her. Her fingers seemed to glow, whether it a be a reflection of the flames upon the snow or something else, he was uncertain. Cinders gently rained down, mixing with the snowfall as the young girl turned to face him. A warm grin adorned her face, not an ounce of fear was present in her eyes. Hastily, he grabbed the girl and her belongings, focusing only on getting her safely back to the manor. As he held the girl close, he noticed something odd. She was warm, too warm for this blizzard. She also gave little resistance or complaint; it was almost as if she was content with her circumstances.
It was several days before the damage to the academy could be properly assessed. Several students as well as faculty were lost in the flames. The Frostcrofts, out of fear for, and of their daughter, secluded her inside their manor. Her studies continued, just with specific restrictions. No artificial light was allowed in any of the rooms she dwelled in. Her tutoring sessions occurred only during the day, the distant sun served as her only light in her otherwise dark world. Her father, in a vain attempt to help his daughter, started to teach her the blade, hoping to distract her from her more destructive interest. While she showed some natural talent, even willing to wield blades normally too large for someone of her stature, it did little to satiate her.
Many nights she sat sleepless as the cold seeped into her well-furnished room. How long would she need to endure? Was her obsession really such a crime? Everyone in this forsaken city sought warmth, yet her desires were too great? There was no malice behind her actions, the fire acted on its own, like any other being. What a cruelty it was for them to suffocate her flame in this dark.
Those long nights dragged on for a year. Her only refuge was the dim lights of far-off city lanterns visible through her window, they endured the storm just as her on light did.
One day her father invited her to a proper dinner. Eager for any change, the young girl accepted. As her father led her into the manor’s grand dining hall, she was met with a shock. The room glowed with all manner of lights. Candelabras, the chandelier, even the grand fireplace, were all aflame. She quickly composed herself, clearly this was a test, one she needed to pass if she ever wanted to see the outside world. Putting on her best act, she ate peacefully as she talked with her parents, her eyes avoiding the flames as much as possible. The conversation was quite trite to her, the typical speeches about familial reputation and honor. She’d heard it all before, they were likely bringing it up out of concern for her potential actions. She did her best to reassure her parents that she would make her family proud. As the meal finished, her parents offered her an ultimatum. She would be free to venture outside, but she would need to restrain herself. At the very least her incidents could not occur in the Pale City, and they could not be tied back to the family. A wide smile formed across her face as she ran over and hugged her parents, a final ploy to escape her confinement.
The next day she departed the manor with a beaming grin. She ran through the snow-covered streets, unaware of Cervayhn shadowing her movements from a distance. The world awaited her, the only question was would Charon be engulfed by her warmth, or would the cold world suffocate her flame?
Important NPCs:
Shiva Frostcroft:
Ulmiyda’s father is a tall grey skinned dark elf who serves as a master of arms in one of the Pale City’s garrisons. He was known as a masterful swordsman throughout the Knights of Galavance, he is highly respected by both his higher ups and the common soldier. While his duties often keep him away from home, he cares deeply for his daughter despite her eccentricities. It was his idea to allow Ulmiyda to leave captivity under the watchful eye of Cervayhn.
Aimee Frostcroft:
Ulmiyda’s mother is a purple skinned dark elf of average build. Coming from a long line of traders founded within the Pale City, she is the main source of the family’s wealth. Raised to succeed in business first and foremost, not a single commodity passes through the city’s port without her knowledge. Having such a busy work life, she is rather disconnected from her daughter, often showering her with gifts rather than spending time with her.
Cervayhn Halist:
A former knight of Galavance and a longtime friend of Shiva Frostcroft, he serves the family as Ulmiyda’s retainer. He generally possesses a dreary demeanor, likely brought on from the effort needed to keep up with the young girl. In spite of this, he has a sense of humor, often toying with Ulmiyda and keeping her chaos to minimum. He serves as a direct line of communication to the Frostcrofts as Ulmiyda travels across Charon. A trained cyromancer, he is also in charge of protecting the young girl from any danger she gets herself into.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
