Peculiar Player
The Dragon Cultist
Name: Melanie Brom’Krah
Nicknames: Mel, Melly
Titles: Lady, High Priestess, Cultist or Heretic.
Age: About 25, her actual birth date is unknown.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 6’0” about average for a woman her age.
Weight: 135 lbs. She's very light framed, though she has some light muscle tone
Hair: She does not do much in the way of styling her hair. It's long, and wavy, typically past her shoulders. The color is a smooth jet black; nearly an obsidian hue.
Eyes: She has one hazel, human, eye. Her right eye, however, is an unnatural crystal blue, and the pupil is shaped like a slit. It is considered to be a “Dragon” eye, though it holds no significant power, aside from making what she sees a bit bluer in terms of hue.
Skin: Fair, human skin.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral. While she may feel apathetic towards most people, she has the utmost respect for the law.
Family Heritage: She never knew her biological family, so she considered the Dragon Cult she grew up with her family. Her father, Jeremiah Brom’Krah, was her father, and she usually addressed the other clan members as Aunts and Uncles.
Marital Status: She is currently in a relationship with Kharn Sicarus.
Identifying Marks: It is quite difficult for her to conceal her “Dragon” eye, and she bears the Brom’Krah Seal as a tattoo on her back.
Traits or Blessings: Again, her "Dragon" eye is considered by her religion as a blessing, though in terms of magical properties, it has none aside from everything being a bit bluer in terms of hue.
Appearance: Her build is that of a 25 year old mountain climber. She is tall, slender, has good lower body strength as well as upper body and some serious stamina. Her garments are typically blue, with shades of red and grey mixed in.
Religious beliefs: She is a dragon worshiper, or dragon cultist, as some may call it. She views the Kruziiek Dov, Ancient Dragons, as the truest gods of Altera, and believes that they will return to the land, bringing peace with them, in exchange for the loyalty of their servants. She will not deny the possibility of other deities’ possible existence, but will not entertain the thought of them being any mightier than the Dragons.
Personality: Normally, she is an outspoken, talkative, and curious girl. However, when she is found in the Dragon Temple, she is calm; a humbling priestess, one whom guides those through their prayers and practices.
Goals: She wishes to see others join her in her temple, praying to the Dragons, and see her fellow Clan members are able to go out in peace, without fear of persecution.
Strengths: She is a good shot with her bow and arrow, though certainly not the best. She also can evade or escape better than most others, being that she is so very used to scaling mountains.
Weaknesses/Fears: She is only good at combat from a distance. Should she end up in close quarters with another, her chances of winning are slim. She fears Fire, more so that she is just uncomfortable with it rather than absolutely terrified of it.
Profession: She is the High Priestess at the Dragon Temple in Aeroch Nor. She acts as a guide to those new to the clan, and maintains and protects the temple.
Political alignment: She has allied herself with the Hawklight name, hoping some safety may come from it. Other than that, she ignores most politics in the kingdom.
Hometown: The Brom’Krah Clan Dragon Temple.
Current residence: The Aeroch Nor Dragon Temple.
Relations
Loved: Kharn Sicarus, Jeremiah Brom’Krah, Felicia Brom'Krah
Trusts: Axex Hawklight
Befriended: Mia, Syr.
Liked: Reltimus, Mia Edaran, Mirabelle, Ambree
Neutral: Any stranger she meets.
Wary of: Archaeus Fronte
Afraid of: The Inquisition
Disliked: ---
Hated: Defilers, Murderers, Marauders, and anyone who harms those that she knows.
A Few Facts Worth Noting:
Originally, I had meant for these to be revealed upon the rest of the story, but the chapters and other stuff is eating my time. So, I will state a few facts that will be elaborated upon at a later point.
+She carries a stone around her neck, that has faint blue carving's upon it. This is what she call's "Haaven's Stone." She firmly believes it contains some of the soul of the Dragon, "Haaven."
+In her own way, she can sense Haaven's soul. What is meant by this, will be elaborated on later. (To avoid Lore conflict, and in general OPness, it is up to the other player to decide if she is truthful about this. She could just be schizophrenic for all we know!)
+Her sister, Felicia, is not biological. BUT, she will kill anything that just looks at Felicia the wrong way. She loves her sister dearly, as she was the only child she ever grew up with.
+She has a thing for spewing out advice. It's actually how I am in real life, and it just kind of seeps into my characters. So, yes, Melanie gives advice, albeit, whether or not it's helpful is very debatable.
+She does not like fire that she can not control. If it's a torch, or a small fire, she is fine. But larger fire pits, like the one outside the mead, freak her out. Just too many flames for her to handle.
+Finally, and just as importantly, she will do all she can to spread the word of her lords, and preserve her temple to them. No, she will not shove it down one's throat, or openly recruit others, but if approached, she will drone on, and on, and on.
Song:
Reason I chose this one, was because of it's ambiance. I feel it's kinda the song that goes well with a priestess type character. I swear, I am not abducting children nor am I a pony princess.
Discovery
Blood is spilt for such trifling matters, and often times needlessly. What makes it all the worse is that it is only because of the greedy ambitions of a few. People nowadays kill for the pettiest things, such as wealth, hate, or religion. Because of this, it’s honestly fair to say that the morals of such ‘men’ are absolutely abominable. Though, I never truly used to hold such a disdained stance when it came to these people. Yes, I always saw them misguided, and greedy, but never did I think that they were monsters.
It all began when a fellow priest and I had set out on our usual journey into the neighboring town of Arkani, where we would trade with the locals, and even recruit some new members. It was a quaint farm town, far out in the woods, and away from any real city. We always looked forward to stopping at the town, seeing as the residents were always kind to us.
Of course, this trip ended up much differently than we had anticipated. When we were only an hour’s walk from the town, we finally noticed the smoke. It was a large, pitch black cloud, rising steadily from where the town was located. Mark Brom’Krah, the other priest I had been traveling with, immediately sprinted towards the town, and I simply followed in suit.
It was a long run, but we were able to shave off precious minutes by sprinting the entire way there. Our arrival presented us with no luck however, being that the gates to the town had collapsed into a pile of burning debris. Mark and I stood silent for a moment, unsure of what to do next. The possibility of there being a survivor in such a blaze was terribly low, and we both knew that. We began to pace the burning wall, seeking an entrance, when we suddenly heard the piercing cry of a survivor.
Mark and I looked at each other again, and immediately ran to find any possible entrance. Luck decided it would give us a nod, and we found a hole in the wall that was not ablaze. Mark, of course, was the first to duck in, seeing as he was younger, and more fit then I currently was. I followed, and we both ended up using our robes to cover our faces, squinting, peering through the black smoke in an attempt to locate the crying villager.
“There!” Mark yelled, using his free hand to point at the hazy silhouette down the road from us. I did not hesitate, and barreled through the street, desperately trying to reach the shadow before it was hurt. As I got closer to it, I was able to just barely make out that it was a small child, a girl, on her knees, wailing as she watched the house in front of her burn to the ground.
I wasted no time with introductions, and quickly through my robes over the girl. Lifting her up, I got a good look at her soot covered face, and saw the most pained look in a child’s eyes one could ever see. She looked as if the only emotion she knew was pain and misery, like someone had taken all the rest from her, leaving her to suffer. It was a horrific sight, but again, time was wasting, and the town was crumbling to pieces.
Mark had already cleared a path for us through some rubble that fell in front of our entrance, though he did end up burning his hands in the process. We climbed through, the young girl still sobbing in my arms. Once we were both outside the flaming village, we ran deeper into the woods, where we can sit and rest.
I looked down at the young girl, Melanie. She tried to cry, but her voice was too hearse to do so. Instead she wheezed, holding on to my arm tightly as tears flowed like a steady stream out her eyes. She was so young, then, and she was without a home, without a family. Of course, as one would figure, Mark and I brought her to our clan, where took the role of her father, and began to raise her.
I feel relieved to say that from then on, Melanie lived a healthy, normal life. Her young mind forgot most of details of the blaze, and she was able to move on from it. She was quick to accept her new life with us, and we were grateful to be able to share our home with her. With time, she began to grow, sprouting from a bubbly little girl, to a young teenager, finally getting a grasp of the world around her.
She always was with me, during meals, prayers, ceremonies. She even assumed the responsibilities of being a priestess in our temple when she was just around 15. She was always ready to serve in more ways than imaginable, and I could not have been prouder. I was her father, and we both knew that, and loved it. It was like we were inseparable.
Alas, however, a time comes when all seeds must grow and move on. She began to explore more and more of the outside world, taking in the wonders and beauty of it. She even taught herself how to hunt with a bow and arrow. I knew that soon, she’d want to go out, and really explore, making a new life for herself. The moment finally came one day, when she approached me in old robes with a knapsack slung over her shoulder. She needn't say anything to me; I knew what she was going to say. I told her how proud I was of her, how we all were, and that we all wished the best on her journeys. She began to tear up, and hugged me, tighter than ever before. We stayed in that embrace until finally she turned towards the entrance to our home. With a last wave, and a final goodbye to the rest of her family, she left; climbing down the steep mountain, and disappearing into the forest below…
