Morana ☥ Aeron ➨ information
Jan. 8th, 2013 12:32 amAll the Info:
Mun: Mil
Contact:
aim: supernalprince
plurk: clowyamma
Character(s) at Invoria: Sean "Bean" Benedetto
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Character Name: Morana Aeron @![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dreadraiser
Age: 26
PB: Amy Lee
Stranger/Native: Stranger
Class: dread necromancer
"A practitioner of vile and forbidden arts, the dread necromancer roots about in graveyards, searching out moldering components for her obscene spells." –– wizards.com
Occupation: Local Hellraiser––or loveraiser.. Morana is full of terrible magic, and for the right payment she may offer her services to those that seek her. She has brought lovers back from the dead, opponents for men to fight again and again––or even die by. It is rumored that she can even capture souls and mold them before putting them back into a body (preferably a young dead child, or infant) to give them life. But that is just a rumor.
History:
Morana is a Stranger to Invoria, however she is tight lipped about her history on her home planet, Earth. She came to Invoria at the age of 16, and her previous confidence and attitude dissipated quickly as she found herself in this new world of wonder and magic. Defenseless, seemingly. In this world people are not regulated, mandated, and killers are everywhere. Morana found out quickly that the best defense is not to be seen. To hide, to lurk, to keep in the shadows––she was a beautiful young girl after all. Reality set in quickly for her looks were also her danger, men noticed her one night, and they chased her down like an animal. Laughing, drunk, and jovial, this was a common practice, amongst the poor folk of Invoria. Morana ran as fast as she could and hid beneath the dark night shadows, but it was too late she was seen and with her defenses failing her she ran into a burial ground, and fell. She hit her head against one stone arm of a cross and within that black night she saw magenta a color that was both cold and warm, beautiful and terrifying.
Soon the men found her and their filthy hands were over her, ripping at her clothes, pulling at her hair, and piercing her flesh with grimy fingernails. But this night was not tragic, instead it was wonderful and necessary. Soon hands rose from the grounds all around her and returned the assault on the men. Hands with rotted flesh, cool white bones with a soft kiss of magenta radiant and strange across their bones. Keeping them strong, unbreakable. One by one the men came apart all around her. Screaming, horrified, and in such pain. Pain that Morana could feel and it made her warm beneath the cold winter rain, and she was pleased with the ripping flesh of her attackers by the sprouting limbs from the ground, the blossoming hands that coiled around them and drug them down into the surface of the dirt. When it was over Morana stood and looked around her, appreciating the morbid sight of limbs both from the men that touched her and from the buried that saved her. Planted into the ground, legs, fingers, arms, necks, torsos, and she found peace in her garden of death. She found purpose, her gift, her home.
Before her time in Invoria, Morana Aeron was not known by that name, it was in fact a name she gave herself after that fateful night in the graveyard. She was a girl from a small mountain town in Colorado. A vacationer's ski resort and everything Moran grew to hate. Morana struggled fitting in with her classmates at school, her peers were very outdoors active where Morana was an indoor active body. She loved to write, listen to music, draw, and dream about fantasy. She also had a morbid curiosity about decay, death, and rot. Often she browsed the internet for stories of gore, documentaries of betrayal and death, of infamous killers. A seductive tale for a girl who was so far away from crime. Her favorite classes were ceramics, art, and english. Morana fancied herself a lone wolf and was enchanted by fun tales of people with animal spirits and had an unexplainable guilty pleasure for cartoons, fairy tales, anime, amongst her usual line up of foreign horror cult films and grisly documentaries. She was a very rounded girl, had realistic goals though, she planned on going to college after high school, though she was between being a pathologist and a crime scene investigator (something admirable from the shows she watched).
Entering Invoria
Morana and her parents were visiting some family in Wyoming, during winter break. Though the town was considerably much larger than her small mountain town, the density was also much lower. Buildings were far apart, and great big streets were in between. There was a Medieval festival that was being held inside a community center that she and her cousins ventured to. And it was there that a dark hooded man followed Morana, unbeknownst to her, and within an hour she was snatched away without any witnesses to the disappearance.
Personality: Eccentric, calm, relaxed, mysterious, not talkative, loner.
Your Goals for Your Character: Morana wants to find this dark hooded stranger that snatched her away and either thank him, or kill him. She also has this really morbid impression that she was meant to marry the King of The Dead. If such a creature existed. She's on the search to find others like herself, to find her fantasy complete with understanding and wisdom.
Mun: Mil
Contact:
aim: supernalprince
plurk: clowyamma
Character(s) at Invoria: Sean "Bean" Benedetto
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Character Name: Morana Aeron @
dreadraiserAge: 26
PB: Amy Lee
Stranger/Native: Stranger
Class: dread necromancer
Occupation: Local Hellraiser––or loveraiser.. Morana is full of terrible magic, and for the right payment she may offer her services to those that seek her. She has brought lovers back from the dead, opponents for men to fight again and again––or even die by. It is rumored that she can even capture souls and mold them before putting them back into a body (preferably a young dead child, or infant) to give them life. But that is just a rumor.
History:
Soon the men found her and their filthy hands were over her, ripping at her clothes, pulling at her hair, and piercing her flesh with grimy fingernails. But this night was not tragic, instead it was wonderful and necessary. Soon hands rose from the grounds all around her and returned the assault on the men. Hands with rotted flesh, cool white bones with a soft kiss of magenta radiant and strange across their bones. Keeping them strong, unbreakable. One by one the men came apart all around her. Screaming, horrified, and in such pain. Pain that Morana could feel and it made her warm beneath the cold winter rain, and she was pleased with the ripping flesh of her attackers by the sprouting limbs from the ground, the blossoming hands that coiled around them and drug them down into the surface of the dirt. When it was over Morana stood and looked around her, appreciating the morbid sight of limbs both from the men that touched her and from the buried that saved her. Planted into the ground, legs, fingers, arms, necks, torsos, and she found peace in her garden of death. She found purpose, her gift, her home.
Before her time in Invoria, Morana Aeron was not known by that name, it was in fact a name she gave herself after that fateful night in the graveyard. She was a girl from a small mountain town in Colorado. A vacationer's ski resort and everything Moran grew to hate. Morana struggled fitting in with her classmates at school, her peers were very outdoors active where Morana was an indoor active body. She loved to write, listen to music, draw, and dream about fantasy. She also had a morbid curiosity about decay, death, and rot. Often she browsed the internet for stories of gore, documentaries of betrayal and death, of infamous killers. A seductive tale for a girl who was so far away from crime. Her favorite classes were ceramics, art, and english. Morana fancied herself a lone wolf and was enchanted by fun tales of people with animal spirits and had an unexplainable guilty pleasure for cartoons, fairy tales, anime, amongst her usual line up of foreign horror cult films and grisly documentaries. She was a very rounded girl, had realistic goals though, she planned on going to college after high school, though she was between being a pathologist and a crime scene investigator (something admirable from the shows she watched).
Entering Invoria
Personality: Eccentric, calm, relaxed, mysterious, not talkative, loner.
Your Goals for Your Character: Morana wants to find this dark hooded stranger that snatched her away and either thank him, or kill him. She also has this really morbid impression that she was meant to marry the King of The Dead. If such a creature existed. She's on the search to find others like herself, to find her fantasy complete with understanding and wisdom.
