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Post by Lady Arcaena on Sept 7, 2016 10:57:21 GMT -5
Lady Arcaena Sylvanas Female Ancient Straight/Not Mated Bane: 12 Tailed Kitsune Diamond Tipped Segmented Staff FC: Katie McGrath Played by IceQueen | Appearance The Lady of Frost stands at an imposing 6’ 8’’ tall with the build of a gymnast. Her skin is white as new fallen snow spiderwebbed with intricate tattoos of an arctic blue that span her entire body. A thick mane of darkest black frames an aristocratic face upon which arctic blue markings that seem to glow and give a distinct lupin impression in their design. Her eyes are deep set and seem to glitter with their icy grey hues. From the top of her head sprouts a set of 12 point antlers reaching about a half foot high surrounds her head like a crown denoting her position as Alpha.
Hey body is adorned with a countless number of soul gems, many embedded in her skin along her arms and around her wrists. Her antlers are decorated with gems set into and around further adding to the look of her crown. She has begun setting them into her staff the colors of the gems sparkling from within the light blue metal.
Personality Arcaena is a proud and fierce warrior who will protect her pack at all costs. She values loyalty and valor above all else, forsaking her own personal happiness to ensure the safety and wellbeing of her people. Being as old as she is the Lady is rather cold and methodical on the outside, putting aside her emotions to look at things logically. She does feel deeply however, her attunement to nature and the world around her just as strong as it ever was she just doesn’t like to show it. Arcaena does have a bit of a stubborn streak almost as wide as her penchant for laughter and a bit of mischief. Her one failing though is her inability to relinquish control, that deep seeded mistrust has built a wall around her heart that refuses to budge much less crumble. She loves her people are places her life in her hands but has yet to learn to entrust her heart to anyone, she guards it jealously and with a fervent fervor that is almost maniacal.
History Ainsley West grew up knowing what she was, feeling the pull of magic and the balance of nature from her earliest years. Born into a upper middle class family her father worked hard to provide for his family while her mother saw to her education both traditional and magical. Descending from a long line of magical users she became one of the most prominent long before she officially came of age. Despite her near perfect upbringing however, Ainsley had always been able to sense something off with the flow of magic waning by infinitesimal increments that only she seemed to be able to sense.
As she grew older her concern for the magic only grew though in spite of her best efforts to raise awareness no one else seemed to want to listen. The flow of magic had become such an integral part of life that people were stubbornly clinging to thrusting any thoughts of exhausting the supply from their minds out of fear. Ainsley was becoming increasingly frustrated with the shortsightedness of her people and sought ways to show them that the magic was waning. If she could get them to see what she felt then she could enlist help to find the reason for the lessening and perhaps stop it. Unfortunately despite her best efforts her people remained unmoved and obstinate.
Even as she failed to garner help from anyone else, Ainsley came to discover that the magic wasn’t fading but rather being siphoned off. Magic inherently was like energy, neither able to be created or destroyed but transformed, however the magic was indeed waning as some unseen force or person was siphoning it off. The process was slow, so slow in fact that only someone as deeply in tune with the world would be able to sense it. Desperate to find the culprit Ainsley brought her findings before the council pleading with her fellow coven members to heed her warnings and help her find a solution before it was too late. Rather than gain support Ainsley was forcibly removed from the council chambers and branded a heretic. So filled with fear and doubt were they that instead of facing the truth they would deny the wise counsel of one of their most powerful members and forever mark her as deranged.
Ainsley however was devout in her belief that she was right and that she needed to stop the lessening of magic from the Earth at all costs. Against the orders of the coven Ainsley went to a place of great power to cast a seeking spell, a vein of power that would seek out the reason behind the siphoning. Unfortunately Ainsley had placed her trust in her lover, divulging to him what she intended and placing him in her confidence as to her plan which proved a fatal mistake. Her lover ran straight to the counsel who feared the changes such a discovery might bring and the ensuing loss of power deciding that they needed to bring an end to these rumors once and for all. It is against the very laws of magic for one to interrupt the spells of another however the counsel was so purely terrified of what she may discover that they broke that law causing an explosion that claimed the lives of three of the council members.
As with most injustices rather than take the blame on themselves they blamed Ainsley. In a swift and brutal trial she was found guilty of the deaths, branded a murdered, and condemned as a traitor. The counsel knew that Ainsley wouldn’t give up her deranged crusade therefore they sentenced her to banishment from the very realms of reality. Combining the magic of the entire coven Ainsley was ripped savagely from the Earthen plane and cast out into the universal abyss. She spun through the very fabric of time and space where every molecule of her being was shredded and reassembled over and over again until the magic in her veins pulled her to Ephilion.
Ainsley tumbled into the snow, her body and soul ravaged beyond repair. Her heart was shattered, the betrayal of those she had trusted above all else left her a pathetic creature of bitterness and rage. In contempt of the frigid and icy winds that chilled her blood, Ainsley struggled to find shelter wading through snowdrifts that threatened to swallow her whole. Unbeknownst to her a shadow followed in her wake, an ancient creature more rare than in both sighting and number than any other that resided upon Ephilion. He watched her curiously as she endeavored through the frozen wastes feeling the betrayal that lingered on her cold skin, rage that burned through her broken heart, and the pervading despair that seeped into her very bones. Despite everything she had been through she still fought for survival, putting one frozen foot in front of the other tenaciously clinging to life even as the Permafrost worked to claim her life.
At long last she could go no further, her once warm blood turned to slush in her veins as her heart struggled to pump the sludge. Her breath had long ago ceased to cloud in the chilly air and her body no long shook violently in an effort to keep warm. Blue lipped, dripping icicles Ainsley’s mind began to darken as she fell to the ice and after one last valiant effort to rise she took her last stuttering breath and died. Her spirit fled from her body with an anguished cry that resonated within the creature that had been following her from quite some time, drawn by her bravery he approached her body.
Standing at an imposing 12 ft the arctic kitsune padded to her side, 12 tails shifting with minds of their own as he stared down into her lovely face. Calling upon the primordial magics of the Permafrost the Kitsune fused his spirit with that of the woman, breathing new life into her body. The glacial waters of the streams filled her veins, ice fused with her bones buckling and expanding her frame into a much more lithe and tall figure. The spirit of the Kitsune mixed with the wild magic of the Permafrost further shaped her body, marking her with silvery blue lines upon her white skin as antlers grew from the crowns of her head. Her ears shifted and grew until the markings mixed with the shape of her body to give off a distinctly lupin impression. Finally the icy Northern wind blew new life into her body, expanding her lungs with its polar gift and thus creating a new race of people.
The woman rose, her mind melding with that of her familiar to take in all the wealth of knowledge of his ancient lineage. Remembering her previous life and feeling the reasoning behind his sharing of his spirit she vowed to find others who had been wronged or betrayed, giving them new life and purpose by her side. Finally out of the shadows and lands of obscurity the kitsune proudly stood at her side allowing her to christen him Bane even as he shaped her new identity giving her the name Arcaena Sylvanas of the Frozen Reach.
Those who have been wronged, betrayed, or cast out find their way to the Permafrost in search of the famed Lady Frostmourne and her castle built of ice and snow, Winterfell. The Frozen Reach is an unforgiving place that takes life without compunction or mercy though those who endeavor valiantly may find themselves chosen by a creature of the arctic, willing to share their spirit upon death and give them new life, as a Sylvanahr.
Lady Arcaena rules her people as the Alpha, the originator of the now proud race of Ice Elves. Valuing the ways of the warrior, they uphold as their mission to seek out those of weak spirit to rid the realm of their dark presence. They battle against the evil beasts the trolls and strive to uphold the balance of nature wherever they may go.
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