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Discord id- Theoriginalmephy(Charlotte)#9288
Name: Sylvi Iramdottir
Race: Demon Servant of the Old Serpent
Age-Indeterminate
Previous world: Hyboria, Conan the Barbarian
Character description- Sylvi appears a bit differently depending on circumstance.
[General facade] Most commonly Sylvi stands around 5 ft 6 inches with the slender and seemingly delicate frame of a gymnast. Her hair is a deep, tainted red and neatly cut short to about ear length and her eyes are a hardy icy blue often shaded behind kohl or black powder in the fashion of Stygians.Her nose and jaw are quite narrow though her lips are thick and often painted a deep red to match her hair. She often walks about in loose fitting garments of fine silk that reveal her flawless alabaster skin. In stark contrast she is also often seen wearing studded leathers and armed with a sword or an axe like a common soldier, albeit a delicate looking one. She is never seen without a certain golden serpentine collar around her neck, beautifully engraved and adorned with a small but perfectly cut emerald in the center where the heads of two snakes meet appearing in an eternal struggle for the jewel. There is no seam or apparent way to take off the collar.
Alternatively when Sylvi is well fed on the power of her master or the lifeforce of the locals (or both) she appears with more youth and vitality than usual. Her flawless skin takes on a pinker warmer shade, with an accentuated blush out of a young boy’s misty dream. She stands taller at around 5 ft 8 in and her hair flows down to her knees like vibrant fire of an autumn sunset. She often appears far more animated and excitable, often seen without the powder and paint relying on her youthful beauty. Her frame appears fuller and more voluptuous, and far less delicate than usual.
Sylvi’s true form is closer to that of the Succubi, she stands at 5 ft 8 in, with torn vestigial draconic wings, fangs and reptilian tail of a serpent, and draconic horns upon her brow. Her eyes burn with hateful and hungry flames. She is stripped of her prized red hair leaving a flowing mass of black and her flawless skin is marred in odd places by scales. She retains a fraction of feminine beauty, replaced with a beastial remnant of the woman she was, her skin so cold that it burns common hands.
She only appears this way when she calls heavily upon the powers of Set or if the God’s influence permeates because of his presence in the same realm as Sylvi or because of the influence of Set’s power through a ritual of nearby sorcerers or priests.
Character story- Sylvi was born in an age undreamed of, far in the harsh northlands known as Nordheim, in the southern part of Asgard near the Snow Devil Glacier. She never saw much of her father, not enough to remember anything of him. Not a face, smell, or a sound would rouse memory of her Aesir father. He was a fairly wealthy and renowned hauldr who’d taken many thralls in raids against the rival Vanir. Silvi was born to one of these thralls, another forgotten face. In her youth it became clear her beauty was coveted and her virginity was a thing to be valued highly, as she was nothing more than property to be sold to the highest bidder. Before long word reached greedy ears from afar of the red haired beauties possessed by the Aesir. Such beauties are treasured amongst the cult of Set, and soon a caravan of heavily clothed foreigner’s very unused to the cold arrive seeking specific merchandise. They left with as many as a score of virgin sacrifices and many chests of silver.
The caravan traveled far into the harsh tundra, brutally dragging their quarry through such weathering for what seemed like two days before we stopped. Two of the twenty girls died during this short trip, much to the dismay of the shadowed figure that seemed to lead them. Prompting some sort of conflict amongst the men. She couldn’t understand their foreign tongues, nor see what had transpired, but somewhere along this time one of the caravan men who seemed rather larger than the other came to stand by the girls, he happened to stand nearest Sylvi. His proximity bringing a measure of calm to her for some reason. The feeling did not last long as her world seemed to fall from beneath her, all of the girls screamed as they saw the ground fall from them as they were dragged into an inexplicable rapture, a black void. It took many moments for her to realize she was still on some form of solid ground and before she could look around to see more the large man pulls his cloak around her and with a deep unforgettable voice “Look away child, we walk the warrens between spaces. I can spare at least your eyes from the horrors of this, Lord Set knows you’ll have your fill of it in time.” He spoke the common tongue, the slaves knew this tongue.She also heard alot as she walked cloaked in the blessing of blindness, the screams of the girls who trod alongside her as the witnessed what this mysterious man had protected her eyes from. She struggled against the man’s vice grip trying to free herself of his heaving cloak as guilt welled up inside her hearing the shouts of her kin. What horrors must lie without that even a few men of the caravan shout in maddening fear of what they witness? It seemed like an endless day had passed when they leave the so called ‘warren’ and enter the black lands of Stygia. Here Sylvi and her sisters in chains were gifted to the temple of Set and as the fair skinned fiery haired virgins are so cherished by Lord Set they were to be Brides who would bear the Scions of his power.
Sylvi was no stranger to seeing slaves sacrificed during the festivals of the Aesir, but these Stygians are a strange people. Their land is very hot and arid, the people wear little to nothing about them. It was indescribable how she felt being stripped down to be viewed by the Priests, the heat it brought it her made her faint, it made her head pound. All these fair and beautiful people strutting about with hardly a garment. Those slaves left naked in the north never saw morning, the thought of being stripped to naught but chains broke her to her core. She could do nothing but wait as the priests bathed her in oils and performed their rites. She learned some from the other slaves about the great honor she was about to receive, but she didn’t want any of it! Snakes! Everywhere there’s snakes, they consume even her waking dreams. There must be something she could do to escape being a bride to this monstrous demon that has begun to haunt her waking moments. ‘I can make you free, Sylvi…. I can make you soooo freee. Through me is everything, through me is eternity.. Come Silvi.’ This voice, that unforgettable voice of the cloaked man who had protected on the journey to Stygia, was it a part of her waking dreams too? Maybe he was a Sorcerer here to save her, she hoped in vain. It was soon clear the source of the voice, in the temple there stood a pedestal with a golden artifact upon it, positioned in such a manner to catch the light. The Artifact appears to be a bracelet or a collar of gold, the collar appears to be a snake with a head at each end struggling over a beautifully cut emerald that catches the light to perfectly it seems to glow, and perhaps it does glow with that demon’s sinister power. ‘I want you Silvi, you’re so special.. These brides will only birth my monstrous Sons, you shall come to my Black Kingdom and experience eternal bliss’ That voice whispered so softly this time as she neared the collar, she followed a concession of her sisters to the priest who held a large snake out to bite each of the girls, the first three did not survive this ‘blessing’ the snake’s venom being fairly spent, the girls had no idea that was why the later bites were not fatal to the rest of them. The procession was arranged in such an order as the weakest of them were in front. She approached the priest with fear, but she would not show it, not like her sisters. She knew the ways of both the Aesir and Vanir, they must face death without fear, embrace it with a smile. She did just that. She approached the priest with a broad smile upon her face ready to accept the venom of the snake and maybe.. Just maybe sweet black bliss, she closed her eyes and felt the bite of cold around her neck, the priest had placed the collar upon her!? It started to burn it was so cold,she tried to scream but it caught in her throat. What followed was nearly unfathomable, she was torn to pieces for an endless time. The collar itself collapsed from existence within that realm ripping Silvi’s existence away with it pulling her into the dimension that was Lorded over by the horror of her nightmares. A thundering voice rips into her ear ‘Weak little worm! You thought you could get away?!’ ---The following millenia best go undescribed…
Shard plot- After aeons of learning her place within the cosmos, Silvi is released to act as a tool for Set’s influence. She is meant to support a Sorcerer or Priest of Set.
[b]Special Roleplay trait- Broken Psyche- Silvi has some unhealthy associations with pain, death, and most things taboo. Pain is almost always pleasurable to her, and the only fear she will ever show will be that of her master. So interrogation via inquisition or force is frustratingly impossible.[/b]
I will need to get in touch with a game master about some other details.
Discord id- Theoriginalmephy(Charlotte)#9288
Name: Sylvi Iramdottir
Race: Demon Servant of the Old Serpent
Age-Indeterminate
Previous world: Hyboria, Conan the Barbarian
Character description- Sylvi appears a bit differently depending on circumstance.
[General facade] Most commonly Sylvi stands around 5 ft 6 inches with the slender and seemingly delicate frame of a gymnast. Her hair is a deep, tainted red and neatly cut short to about ear length and her eyes are a hardy icy blue often shaded behind kohl or black powder in the fashion of Stygians.Her nose and jaw are quite narrow though her lips are thick and often painted a deep red to match her hair. She often walks about in loose fitting garments of fine silk that reveal her flawless alabaster skin. In stark contrast she is also often seen wearing studded leathers and armed with a sword or an axe like a common soldier, albeit a delicate looking one. She is never seen without a certain golden serpentine collar around her neck, beautifully engraved and adorned with a small but perfectly cut emerald in the center where the heads of two snakes meet appearing in an eternal struggle for the jewel. There is no seam or apparent way to take off the collar.
Alternatively when Sylvi is well fed on the power of her master or the lifeforce of the locals (or both) she appears with more youth and vitality than usual. Her flawless skin takes on a pinker warmer shade, with an accentuated blush out of a young boy’s misty dream. She stands taller at around 5 ft 8 in and her hair flows down to her knees like vibrant fire of an autumn sunset. She often appears far more animated and excitable, often seen without the powder and paint relying on her youthful beauty. Her frame appears fuller and more voluptuous, and far less delicate than usual.
Sylvi’s true form is closer to that of the Succubi, she stands at 5 ft 8 in, with torn vestigial draconic wings, fangs and reptilian tail of a serpent, and draconic horns upon her brow. Her eyes burn with hateful and hungry flames. She is stripped of her prized red hair leaving a flowing mass of black and her flawless skin is marred in odd places by scales. She retains a fraction of feminine beauty, replaced with a beastial remnant of the woman she was, her skin so cold that it burns common hands.
She only appears this way when she calls heavily upon the powers of Set or if the God’s influence permeates because of his presence in the same realm as Sylvi or because of the influence of Set’s power through a ritual of nearby sorcerers or priests.
Character story- Sylvi was born in an age undreamed of, far in the harsh northlands known as Nordheim, in the southern part of Asgard near the Snow Devil Glacier. She never saw much of her father, not enough to remember anything of him. Not a face, smell, or a sound would rouse memory of her Aesir father. He was a fairly wealthy and renowned hauldr who’d taken many thralls in raids against the rival Vanir. Silvi was born to one of these thralls, another forgotten face. In her youth it became clear her beauty was coveted and her virginity was a thing to be valued highly, as she was nothing more than property to be sold to the highest bidder. Before long word reached greedy ears from afar of the red haired beauties possessed by the Aesir. Such beauties are treasured amongst the cult of Set, and soon a caravan of heavily clothed foreigner’s very unused to the cold arrive seeking specific merchandise. They left with as many as a score of virgin sacrifices and many chests of silver.
The caravan traveled far into the harsh tundra, brutally dragging their quarry through such weathering for what seemed like two days before we stopped. Two of the twenty girls died during this short trip, much to the dismay of the shadowed figure that seemed to lead them. Prompting some sort of conflict amongst the men. She couldn’t understand their foreign tongues, nor see what had transpired, but somewhere along this time one of the caravan men who seemed rather larger than the other came to stand by the girls, he happened to stand nearest Sylvi. His proximity bringing a measure of calm to her for some reason. The feeling did not last long as her world seemed to fall from beneath her, all of the girls screamed as they saw the ground fall from them as they were dragged into an inexplicable rapture, a black void. It took many moments for her to realize she was still on some form of solid ground and before she could look around to see more the large man pulls his cloak around her and with a deep unforgettable voice “Look away child, we walk the warrens between spaces. I can spare at least your eyes from the horrors of this, Lord Set knows you’ll have your fill of it in time.” He spoke the common tongue, the slaves knew this tongue.She also heard alot as she walked cloaked in the blessing of blindness, the screams of the girls who trod alongside her as the witnessed what this mysterious man had protected her eyes from. She struggled against the man’s vice grip trying to free herself of his heaving cloak as guilt welled up inside her hearing the shouts of her kin. What horrors must lie without that even a few men of the caravan shout in maddening fear of what they witness? It seemed like an endless day had passed when they leave the so called ‘warren’ and enter the black lands of Stygia. Here Sylvi and her sisters in chains were gifted to the temple of Set and as the fair skinned fiery haired virgins are so cherished by Lord Set they were to be Brides who would bear the Scions of his power.
Sylvi was no stranger to seeing slaves sacrificed during the festivals of the Aesir, but these Stygians are a strange people. Their land is very hot and arid, the people wear little to nothing about them. It was indescribable how she felt being stripped down to be viewed by the Priests, the heat it brought it her made her faint, it made her head pound. All these fair and beautiful people strutting about with hardly a garment. Those slaves left naked in the north never saw morning, the thought of being stripped to naught but chains broke her to her core. She could do nothing but wait as the priests bathed her in oils and performed their rites. She learned some from the other slaves about the great honor she was about to receive, but she didn’t want any of it! Snakes! Everywhere there’s snakes, they consume even her waking dreams. There must be something she could do to escape being a bride to this monstrous demon that has begun to haunt her waking moments. ‘I can make you free, Sylvi…. I can make you soooo freee. Through me is everything, through me is eternity.. Come Silvi.’ This voice, that unforgettable voice of the cloaked man who had protected on the journey to Stygia, was it a part of her waking dreams too? Maybe he was a Sorcerer here to save her, she hoped in vain. It was soon clear the source of the voice, in the temple there stood a pedestal with a golden artifact upon it, positioned in such a manner to catch the light. The Artifact appears to be a bracelet or a collar of gold, the collar appears to be a snake with a head at each end struggling over a beautifully cut emerald that catches the light to perfectly it seems to glow, and perhaps it does glow with that demon’s sinister power. ‘I want you Silvi, you’re so special.. These brides will only birth my monstrous Sons, you shall come to my Black Kingdom and experience eternal bliss’ That voice whispered so softly this time as she neared the collar, she followed a concession of her sisters to the priest who held a large snake out to bite each of the girls, the first three did not survive this ‘blessing’ the snake’s venom being fairly spent, the girls had no idea that was why the later bites were not fatal to the rest of them. The procession was arranged in such an order as the weakest of them were in front. She approached the priest with fear, but she would not show it, not like her sisters. She knew the ways of both the Aesir and Vanir, they must face death without fear, embrace it with a smile. She did just that. She approached the priest with a broad smile upon her face ready to accept the venom of the snake and maybe.. Just maybe sweet black bliss, she closed her eyes and felt the bite of cold around her neck, the priest had placed the collar upon her!? It started to burn it was so cold,she tried to scream but it caught in her throat. What followed was nearly unfathomable, she was torn to pieces for an endless time. The collar itself collapsed from existence within that realm ripping Silvi’s existence away with it pulling her into the dimension that was Lorded over by the horror of her nightmares. A thundering voice rips into her ear ‘Weak little worm! You thought you could get away?!’ ---The following millenia best go undescribed…
Shard plot- After aeons of learning her place within the cosmos, Silvi is released to act as a tool for Set’s influence. She is meant to support a Sorcerer or Priest of Set.
[b]Special Roleplay trait- Broken Psyche- Silvi has some unhealthy associations with pain, death, and most things taboo. Pain is almost always pleasurable to her, and the only fear she will ever show will be that of her master. So interrogation via inquisition or force is frustratingly impossible.[/b]
I will need to get in touch with a game master about some other details.
