Post by Lysandra on Dec 8, 2007 3:25:07 GMT -5
Character Info
Name/Nickname: Lysandra
Age: As Old as Xar itself
Race: The Darkness
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lysandra stands amidst a mist of darkness at her feet. Her supple and slender body, nearing six feet tall, appears to be carved of the purest ivory. Lysandra's ebony hair flows arround her as if wisps of shadows live within her. A voice as pure and soft as silk, and as deadly a pit of vipers.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Abilities Is the Godess, and epitomy of Evil and all that is Darkness whether of night of soul.
Background When Xar was destroyed, Xarthus pulled it anew from the ashes and destruction scarred but reborn. From the ashes and all that was left in it's wake Lysandra was born formed by the cries of a thousand souls crying out in pain, suffering and anguish. The darkest magics, and souls were purged in Xars resurection, seeking power and refuge in the void Lysandra was forming and becoming all that she is.
Role-Playing Sample: The bright miday sky darkend with rolling clouds and uneartly thunder. The warmth sucked away leaving a bone chilling cold, a woman shrowded in shadows floated from the sky. Darkness so dark it glowed lit her deadly but beautiful features. "Pitiful soul, unfortunate child.. I have come to give what you asked for." Her silken voiced purred in to his ears. " All I want is your soul, and all you ask will be given unto you my faithful child." Lysandra's eyes crackled with dark lighting, and her hand extended out in bargain.
Name/Nickname: Lysandra
Age: As Old as Xar itself
Race: The Darkness
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lysandra stands amidst a mist of darkness at her feet. Her supple and slender body, nearing six feet tall, appears to be carved of the purest ivory. Lysandra's ebony hair flows arround her as if wisps of shadows live within her. A voice as pure and soft as silk, and as deadly a pit of vipers.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Abilities Is the Godess, and epitomy of Evil and all that is Darkness whether of night of soul.
Background When Xar was destroyed, Xarthus pulled it anew from the ashes and destruction scarred but reborn. From the ashes and all that was left in it's wake Lysandra was born formed by the cries of a thousand souls crying out in pain, suffering and anguish. The darkest magics, and souls were purged in Xars resurection, seeking power and refuge in the void Lysandra was forming and becoming all that she is.
Role-Playing Sample: The bright miday sky darkend with rolling clouds and uneartly thunder. The warmth sucked away leaving a bone chilling cold, a woman shrowded in shadows floated from the sky. Darkness so dark it glowed lit her deadly but beautiful features. "Pitiful soul, unfortunate child.. I have come to give what you asked for." Her silken voiced purred in to his ears. " All I want is your soul, and all you ask will be given unto you my faithful child." Lysandra's eyes crackled with dark lighting, and her hand extended out in bargain.