Post by Sorceress Lillith Von Levae on Jan 10, 2015 3:47:09 GMT
Lillith Von Levae, she stands before you poised with the utmost posture carrying herself as though she comes from that of royalty, yet she is far from it....
The first born of Theodonis and Mazerveria Levae, eldest sister to Lynesstra Levae. She was born on her fathers farm and began her life as a lowly farm girl, carrying milk from the cows and gathering eggs from the chickens, but at a young age she longed for more. At the age of 7 she began to feel sensations she had no control over, tingling at the tips of her fingers. While she ignored them at first, the sensations began to intensify. One day, helping her father sheer the sheep that resided on the farm, she was kicked by one of the particularly feisty ones. Knocked back to the ground, her anger began to grow. She quickly arose, walked over to the sheep and smacked it. As she struck the poor creature, jolts of power began to emit from the very palms of her hands knocking the sheep over, lifeless.
As there were no magic backgrounds within the family, Theodonis and Mazerveria were taken aback by the sudden showing of power their daughter possessed. They quickly found her a teacher, a Elder Mage who taught her to control her powers. At her coming of age, she was declared an Elementalist. Her teacher saw great power in her, for it is once in a lifetime for one to express magics spontaneously within their bloodlines. He held her in high regards and opened up a world for her to continue her education residing within the walls of Silvermoon City.
As she began her studies, she was quick to learn that the greater the power, the greater the notoriety. She enjoyed the attention, the feeling of belonging from the gaining of power. She began to turn her studies to not that of Elementalist attunement, but that of gaining power in anyway she could possibly find. Along her jouney of untold knowledge, she began to become accustomed to finding physical objects, those of rarities. Objects that not many possessed. She found comfort in just the possession of these rarities. She kept journals in which she logged all of her findings, along with the actual physical possessions locked securely in a secret room within her residence.
One morning, she was awoken by a knock at her door. She opened it to find a stone box, engraved with runic symbols. She was quick to bring it inside without hesitation its contents revealed an emerald prism, one that shined so bright it looked as though it was a form of light itself. She was drawn to this prism, she carefully picked it up to examine it turning it over carefully in her hands. As her fingers brushed up against the points of the of the side, she was cut and the palm of her hand began to bleed more than it should. The blood ran down the prism, and as it did the runic symbols on the box it resided in began to light up a vibrant green and as they did, Lillith began to feel the same sensation in her fingertips she felt so long ago when she first discovered her powers. But this time it was different, this time the tingling sensation was accompanied by pain, pain beyond words. The pain began at her fingertips, and began to roll down her arms and to the rest of her body. As it did her veins began to glow the same green that the stone box did. She writhed in pain unable to scream, unable to call for help. She stayed in this state for 3 days, and on the third day she heard a voice. This voice spoke to her in a language that she did not understand, and as it spoke to her she felt compelled to repeat its words. Once the voice ceased its speaking and all had been repeated demons arose from the ground around her and they bowed to her. She knew then she was no longer had control of the elements, but something much more.
The first born of Theodonis and Mazerveria Levae, eldest sister to Lynesstra Levae. She was born on her fathers farm and began her life as a lowly farm girl, carrying milk from the cows and gathering eggs from the chickens, but at a young age she longed for more. At the age of 7 she began to feel sensations she had no control over, tingling at the tips of her fingers. While she ignored them at first, the sensations began to intensify. One day, helping her father sheer the sheep that resided on the farm, she was kicked by one of the particularly feisty ones. Knocked back to the ground, her anger began to grow. She quickly arose, walked over to the sheep and smacked it. As she struck the poor creature, jolts of power began to emit from the very palms of her hands knocking the sheep over, lifeless.
As there were no magic backgrounds within the family, Theodonis and Mazerveria were taken aback by the sudden showing of power their daughter possessed. They quickly found her a teacher, a Elder Mage who taught her to control her powers. At her coming of age, she was declared an Elementalist. Her teacher saw great power in her, for it is once in a lifetime for one to express magics spontaneously within their bloodlines. He held her in high regards and opened up a world for her to continue her education residing within the walls of Silvermoon City.
As she began her studies, she was quick to learn that the greater the power, the greater the notoriety. She enjoyed the attention, the feeling of belonging from the gaining of power. She began to turn her studies to not that of Elementalist attunement, but that of gaining power in anyway she could possibly find. Along her jouney of untold knowledge, she began to become accustomed to finding physical objects, those of rarities. Objects that not many possessed. She found comfort in just the possession of these rarities. She kept journals in which she logged all of her findings, along with the actual physical possessions locked securely in a secret room within her residence.
One morning, she was awoken by a knock at her door. She opened it to find a stone box, engraved with runic symbols. She was quick to bring it inside without hesitation its contents revealed an emerald prism, one that shined so bright it looked as though it was a form of light itself. She was drawn to this prism, she carefully picked it up to examine it turning it over carefully in her hands. As her fingers brushed up against the points of the of the side, she was cut and the palm of her hand began to bleed more than it should. The blood ran down the prism, and as it did the runic symbols on the box it resided in began to light up a vibrant green and as they did, Lillith began to feel the same sensation in her fingertips she felt so long ago when she first discovered her powers. But this time it was different, this time the tingling sensation was accompanied by pain, pain beyond words. The pain began at her fingertips, and began to roll down her arms and to the rest of her body. As it did her veins began to glow the same green that the stone box did. She writhed in pain unable to scream, unable to call for help. She stayed in this state for 3 days, and on the third day she heard a voice. This voice spoke to her in a language that she did not understand, and as it spoke to her she felt compelled to repeat its words. Once the voice ceased its speaking and all had been repeated demons arose from the ground around her and they bowed to her. She knew then she was no longer had control of the elements, but something much more.