Feriae

Intro

• Basic Info

  • Name: Feriae
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Sorceress
  • Alignment: Neutral, tending toward chaotic evil
  • Age: 21
  • Body Type: Lithe
  • Height: 5'7"
  • Complexion: Tan
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Gold
  • Handedness: Right
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Curious, logical
  • Likes: Learning and knowledge
  • Dislikes: Hypocrisy, blind fear
  • Drawn to: Demons, monsters, magic, mayhem, destruction

• Description

  Feriae is a young lady from a coastal city. She's considered a shade tall by typical standards and well-proportioned. Naturally toned, she's reasonably muscular but not buff. This sorceress usually wears her typical black and gold outfit as shown in the gallery.

• About Feriae

  Feriae is an apprentice sorceress from the Red World. Originally from Sairaag, she was away in Sellentia for training when the city was destroyed three years ago. The complete loss of her family pushed her into depression and despair that tipped the balance of her alignment toward evil. It wasn't an abrupt shift, but a slow, gradual push into darker fields of study and uncharacteristic thoughts and dreams.
  
  Unbeknownst to her, this cataclysm awoke something buried within her soul, a fragment of a long-dead deity named Shabranigdo. The shard of pure evil deep in her core, eager to be set free, has spent much of the past two years trying to guide her north to the Kataart Mountains where another shard sleeps in ice. Strange ideas began to manifest, along with a greater ability in black magic that soon outstripped her peers.
  
  Feriae was puzzled by the sudden appearance of strange beings who seemed interested in her for one reason or another. She couldn't see it, but the fragment inside her radiated energy that called to them. None of them had harmed her, but they were hardly human.
  
  They bore a haunting resemblance to the creatures in her nightmares. Over and over each night, while she tossed and turned, her dreams were visages of apocalyptic, world-ending chaos and evil. Entire landscapes cracked and rent before her as creatures battled. As if belonging to someone else, her hands rose and sent waves of destruction into the primordial land. One night, when she'd awakened prematurely from the terrors, she'd looked into the mirror and swore that the face staring back had glowing red eyes.
  
  A dusty tome in a forgotten library supplied the necessary answers, if the writings of a madman could be trusted. The beings were called Mazoku. They were demons: creatures of pure magic, of shadow and darkness. All of them descended from a long-dead demon lord in some way, and he had been broken into seven pieces during an epic battle between gods and monsters.
  
  But what did this have to do with her? Why did these creatures care whether she lived or died? What were these strange urges? Surely the answers were out there somewhere.
  
  All she had to do was figure it out.

• Gallery

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• Art credits

  Feriae, commissioned from HQASart.