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Zephena
Zephena Naeggedyr
| Name | Zephena |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Herbalist. Thought to be a witch. |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | A shack in Chetwood. |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Most of this woman's skin remains covered when she is in public places, often in vampiric looking garments of dark colors. A shadow casts over her face, leaving only her chin and lips visible without a closer inspection. The red flesh of her mouth is pierced visibly, with several small iron rings wrapping around her lips on the top and the bottom. Her skin is quite pale, and her hair a dark black, making her appearance rather gothic, especially when coupled with her fashion choices. If one were to find her for some reason without her hood, then they would find many more marrings than only her lips. Her ears have several adornments, but instead of the normal piercings, it appears that small nails were hammered through the lobes, and several other places, all of them pointed downwards. Each ear also has a small chain attached, near three inches in length, but they would be heard jangling when she moved her head. Her nose also has holes poked through the sides, letting small studs hang out, one on either side. Several rings similar to the ones found on Zephena's lips would also work their way through the skin the right sid of her jawline. These are the objects that mar her facial features, but you can trust that there are many more scattered across her body, none of them looking all that comfortable. Despite the heavy scaring that covers her flesh, you might be able to tell that she was once a pretty girl, but now her features seem to always be frowning slightly, unless she has reason to smile, but she is rarely pleased. If you do manage to find her bare, the sight would be rather unnerving. Her arms are twisted and deformed, her right by the many iron rings sealed tightly around it, and the left by an iron chain that embraces her from the shoulder to the elbow. Scars cover her form nearly completely, leaving very little of her unmarked. The occasional row of small iron rings pierces through her skin, around one breast, and then down the opposite side on her shoulder blade. Her feet have small nails, almost like tacks driven into the heel. Had all of this been done at once, she likely would have bled dry, but over the years she has added more and more, and she never seems to stop. There would always be several different blades at he belt, none of them particularly large. Many of them would be curved at sharp angles, seeming impractical for combat. In fact, she only has one blade suited for fighting. A large dagger, maybe a foot in length from the hilt to the tip. |
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Background
Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No one ever apologized for making me this way...
Zephena was born in Angmar as a high blooded noble. She was trained just as any royalty might be, but always felt herself lesser than her peers. This was only solidified by those around her, as she was the constant target to the others. Her sexuality and her constant depression made her easy enough to hurt. She disappeared for some time then, and when she returned, she had several new scars, and her form was battered and starved, but most of all angry. She kept on hurting herself, in more creative ways than one should, eventually making a nasty habit out of it. But she grew used to the pain. She needed more and more of it. Thus, her vile piercings began to pile up, and her actions grew more and more painful. She disappeared again then, and still has not gone back to Angmar, but the Crown keeps her, and uses her. She lives in Bree-land now, in the Chetwood. Her hut is a little less than friendly, and her ghastly appearance only adds onto the witch like feel, so naturally, that is what the people of the outlying towns think her to be. She does, however, heal the occasional illness, or something of that sort, asking for favors in return to twist people around into doing what she needs. This is where she may be found now, still in the same sadistic state.
| Loves | Pain, in any form. Being beaten, or abused. Those who are weak, or lesser. |
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| Hates | The strong who oppress the weak. |
| Motivation | She has none but to seek out ways to satisfy her unnatural hunger. |
| Quotes | "Still thinking yourself superior, despite knowing nothing of your peers, or your betters. If you do not look, you will never know." |
