Main Information:
Name:
Rune Vezrah
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Race:
Demon
Profession:
N/A -- Nomad
Preferred Weaponry:
Rune enjoys the choice of her sword, a blade infused with dark magic that responds to her own strength. Adverse effects rise from those stricken with her blade -- and they vary from person to person (excessive bleeding, sickness, energy drain, etc.). The sword is carried horizontally, strapped near the small of her back. She almost, if rarely, takes it off. A few knives are strapped here and there, but nothing too lethal. . . Otherwise, Rune fights with Dark Magic -- and hasn't learned how to control the exchange of magic and strength. So most of the time, she ends up passing out from exertion of effort on her body.
Biography:
Rune grew up in the Vezrah compound. In the demonworld, where appearances decided everything for the families that led the wars, Rune was nothing but an abomination to the family. The Vezrah clan were reknown for their pure blood lines and frigthening powers, allowed only their closest acquatiences to know of her. Any other demon that inquired was told that she died upon birth, a rarity in demonworld, but nothing that wasn't unhead of. And so Rune grew up shunned, disdained, and humiliated.
Why? because of the feathery wings on her back.
The ultimate treachery: too look like the ultimate rival of the demon race.
And so shew grew up, frustrated, grieving, and angry. It wasn't until her family assigned her to a battle-hardened warrior, Rudarin, that all of it slipped away. Still young by demon standards (being the tender age of 200) he had been fighting against the angels for a long, long time. So he began to teach her the ways of swordplay and magic, all the while growing closer and closer to her with every passing day.
He began to assure her that not all demons despised her for the way she looked, and slowly, Rune began to grow somewhat compassionate. When she turned seventeen, however, all of Rudarin's hard work kind of went down the drain.
Two demons attacked her through one of her many sneaking-out sessions, and together they ruthlessly sliced ehr wings in half. What had once been a pure white turned a deep, deep scarlet. . . Until finally turning a midnight black, and Rune's deepest wells of magic allowed her to strike back, slaughtering the demons with a strength that aroused curiosity in some of demonworld's strongest warriors.
It has been exactly three weeks since that day, the day that she fled to the human world and lay in wait, meandering around lost and confused. The Vezrah have sent out a number of their troops to look for her, but none have returned successful. Rune, it seems, sucked up a bit more from Rudarin, the demon prodigy.
Personality:
CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Rune Vezrah
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Race:
Demon
Profession:
N/A -- Nomad
Preferred Weaponry:
Rune enjoys the choice of her sword, a blade infused with dark magic that responds to her own strength. Adverse effects rise from those stricken with her blade -- and they vary from person to person (excessive bleeding, sickness, energy drain, etc.). The sword is carried horizontally, strapped near the small of her back. She almost, if rarely, takes it off. A few knives are strapped here and there, but nothing too lethal. . . Otherwise, Rune fights with Dark Magic -- and hasn't learned how to control the exchange of magic and strength. So most of the time, she ends up passing out from exertion of effort on her body.
Biography:
Rune grew up in the Vezrah compound. In the demonworld, where appearances decided everything for the families that led the wars, Rune was nothing but an abomination to the family. The Vezrah clan were reknown for their pure blood lines and frigthening powers, allowed only their closest acquatiences to know of her. Any other demon that inquired was told that she died upon birth, a rarity in demonworld, but nothing that wasn't unhead of. And so Rune grew up shunned, disdained, and humiliated.
Why? because of the feathery wings on her back.
The ultimate treachery: too look like the ultimate rival of the demon race.
And so shew grew up, frustrated, grieving, and angry. It wasn't until her family assigned her to a battle-hardened warrior, Rudarin, that all of it slipped away. Still young by demon standards (being the tender age of 200) he had been fighting against the angels for a long, long time. So he began to teach her the ways of swordplay and magic, all the while growing closer and closer to her with every passing day.
He began to assure her that not all demons despised her for the way she looked, and slowly, Rune began to grow somewhat compassionate. When she turned seventeen, however, all of Rudarin's hard work kind of went down the drain.
Two demons attacked her through one of her many sneaking-out sessions, and together they ruthlessly sliced ehr wings in half. What had once been a pure white turned a deep, deep scarlet. . . Until finally turning a midnight black, and Rune's deepest wells of magic allowed her to strike back, slaughtering the demons with a strength that aroused curiosity in some of demonworld's strongest warriors.
It has been exactly three weeks since that day, the day that she fled to the human world and lay in wait, meandering around lost and confused. The Vezrah have sent out a number of their troops to look for her, but none have returned successful. Rune, it seems, sucked up a bit more from Rudarin, the demon prodigy.
Personality:
CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION
