|| Nhill ||age || middle 3rd century.
birthdate || N/A
race || Drow
manifestation of power || stealth
height || 5’5"
weight ||125lbs
eye color || bright red. ringed with black flecks.
hair || pale. snowy white tresses that often mar his vision.
complexion || as if crafted from onyx. a dark gray shade.
build || thin and lithe. muscular without being overly stocky.
colors || black. red. white.
alignment || chaotic evil
likes || N/A
dislikes || questions. wasted emotions. pointless exchanges.
sexual orientation || N/A
....... romantic interest || N/A
personality || apathetic. cunning. ruthless.
Apathy is his main flaw. Things that do not interest him are simply not worth his time. And the list of those that do are short. He has a head for politics and intrigue, but it is not in his business to be able to share his skill. Instead, his plots are put towards the betterment of his house through the destruction of others.
Oh, what fun.
Males of the Drow are naturally the weaker sex. What Nhilrii lacks in physical strength, he makes up for in stealth and cunning. His stalwart determination to complete the task set out for him is what has kept him alive. Failure is not an option.
He makes few appearances at court. Only when necessary does he venture from his home. To pay respects to the Matron, or accept the task given to him.
social level || 3
.......subservient to higher levels.
.......is comfortable in most situations.
.......can hold up his end of the conversation as long as he stays interested.
fear || N/A
drow || TBC
Shadow || Her shadows are her life-force and her power, laying over her skin like creatures alive. She is able to manipulate them to the fullest extent and they are, by all intent, an extension of herself. Strongest during the day, she may cast a shadow behind her, but it will always reflect her true feelings, sometimes moving differently than the body that cast it. She can exist during the night, but will choose to remain indoors, sucking away at the weak shadows found in the corners of rooms, or under fake lighting.
General Attire || She favors different outfits depending on her mood, or even her current form. For instance, her dopplegangers may wear things according to their attribute. She wears anything from a chain-mail dress, to raver gear or jeans and a t-shirt. At all-times she displays herself to her best ability. Not in a slutty sort of 'look-what-I-have' kind of way. But in the way that she is comfortable in her skin and enjoys looking good.
There is always one constant in her appearance, a silver cross necklace that does not show on her front, but she instead wears backwards, the pendant resting between her shoulder blades.
Markings ||
.......i || Black lines and swirling patterns mar her arms, dripping down onto her torso and further to her legs. They move over her body as if alive and seem to sink into her skin with the use of power. She can hide them.
.......ii || Three tiny stars rest behind her left ear, one for each of the lives she has lost.
.......iii || A pale silver, almost iridescent chain lays wrapped around her waist three times, one end seemingly tucked into the wrap-around, while the other falls down her left leg, nearly to her knee. The marking moves across her skin, subtle movements, the silver shimmering as if alive.
Accessories || Two black rings are pierced into each ear, one at the lobe and the other through the crest.
Abilities ||
.......Doppleganger ||
As a Fragment, she has the ability to split her sentience into parts, as many as her current level of power will allow. They will appear as she does, and carry her personality, though some may find one of their own. She is, after all, a multi-faceted being. This power comes with a price. For each time she creates a new part of herself, she must give up an old piece to sustain it, an attribute. Be it 'ticklishness' or 'common sense'. That new fragment of her will be possessed of all of her memories and a dulled amount of her power, and be given to fits of the attribute it was created by. Should she wish to retrieve that part of her, she need only to come in contact with it again, and she will regain the attribute and the power. But should the doppleganger be killed in some fashion, the power and attribute will be lost to her forever.
It is impossible to tell that the Doppleganger is not a true creature and in fact a copy, because, all other pretenses aside, it is a true creature. Based off of another.
.......Shadow Manifestation ||
Different from a Doppleganger, this form of her requires no thought, merely an instantaneous pull of power to a spot near her. The shadows may coalesce into a vaguely humanoid shape, and will be able to move as one, pushed along by limited hand-to-hand combat abilities. This mass lacks speech, or any abilities and is only recognized as a part of her by it's blue eyes. All other humanoid features, including a mouth, do not appear. It is used as a decoy, a meat shield, or a partner in a fight. A red-shirt, if you will.
.......Glamour ||
She has total control over her power, her being, and can 'stopper' it whenever necessary. Upon doing this, any aura that she might have had would now appear to most as that of a human, dull and flecked with the gold and red of the sins and virtues that most upheld. She would appear to any being, no matter their will or status as a simple creature. It would vary to each viewer, appearing to each as what threatened them the least. And if there could be any to break through her glamour, another one would lay beneath it, projecting her power outward to make her seem far more terrible than she was. This ability can be removed by a physical grasp and a strong will.
.......Morphus ||
The ability to hold total control over her physical form. To be able to change her shape within the boundaries of mass preservation. Her favorite example of this involves only a slight alteration. The skin over her hand will darken to black, growing taut as her fingers elongate into talons, nails growing to hideous points.
Miserius ||
References ||
Notes to the Artist ||
Family History ||
.......Father || Frore Of the 7th Circle -Demon-
.......Mother || Countess Elixa Marsion Arc -Vampire- -Deceased-
.......Half-Brothers || Count Hectic Aurenon Rocas Arc & CountManic Airase Duont Arc Rarity
.......Kin || Battle & Royale -twin Shadows-
The Arc line is one of the largest and oldest Vampire legions existing today. Their founder, their Lord, Rasim Arc perished in a fire that destroyed not only most of his existing close family, but parts of the sentient mansion, Daclicyn. His wife, Elixa, once had an affair with the demon Frore, thus resulting in the abomination that is Lash. Rasim, ever the one to keep his enemies close, chose to adopt her into his family, for longing to keep a hybrid's powers on his side.
Her brother Manic was once a close part of the ruling, but his namesake took him with a fervor, causing him to destroy his standing in the legion and put a price on his head that would knock him close to the top of any supernatural wanted list.
Status || Deteriorating into madness
Recent History ||
Fragments of herself, pieces of soul and being, have been ripped from her by an unseen hand, sent away from her with the intent of creating new beings; versions of her with a more malicious intent. Some have formed their own personalities, separate from her own, a few of them choosing to be peaceful. Madness has overtaken her, forcing her to abandon all else and search for her missing pieces before her Whole is augmented past repair.
Roleplay Log ||
Fighting Profile to come soon....
