Legends of Belariath
Angst
Basic Data
Name - Angst Obylx
Creation Date - 2004/11/05 - 10:42:06
Sex - Female
Race - Dark/High Elf Mix-breed
Profession - High Priestess of Kirva's Temple
Level - 21
Appearance -
Beautiful Fear, Angst is a woman born of mixed blood. She stands tall and proud, though her conflicted blood lines, at an average height of five feet, six inches. She pierces though the darkness and soul with an eerie, haunting gaze. Blue and grey hues for the right orb remain with the chaotic storm.. while the left.. now crimson red and gold.. show in color.. the flame that she holds.. body, mind.. spirit. The colors, like her blood displaying the turmoil and conflict of her own soul. A violent clash of Heaven and Hell.
She is slim, her form well toned and built, rounded in the right places.. her Elven heritage a given by the pointed elven ears and graceful form. Her flesh is smooth and creamy, yet unlike most Dark Elves her flesh isn't as dark. The beautiful Ebon hue tainted with the paleness of her father's people. Indeed, though her flesh is still dark, it is more of an olive tan as that of someone who spent a good portion of their day in the sun, but this was not the case for her.
Her hair a dancing Riot of Platinum and ebon streaks. Usually worn down to hang about her shoulders in a cascade of silken waves held away from her face by a simple black head band that matches her attire. Adorned in those beautiful platinum and ebon locks is a single braid with three white feathers weaved in.. a gift from her loving friend and pet, Tothiel. Ahh yes. Her dress robes. long flowing ebon silk, trimmed in a white boarder with black tribal markings flowing along the pretty material. It was held to her form at the hips by a long silver colored sash that criss crossed over each hip and pinned at the center with a beautiful purple gem. Hanging from this sash would be a book, a simple brown leather covered book that contained her various spells and rituals, resting at her right hip. Upon her left she wore a beautifully crafted dagger, sheathed within the crossing of the sash. Around her shoulders she wore a cape, the cape made of the same ebon material, thrown back, exposing the silver lining of it, clasped to her form by a spider shaped clasped at her neck. Her more favorite of outfits.
Upon her feet she wore a simple pair of boots, the laces running up her legs and tying at the sides rather than above her foot at the ankle. She didn't wear much jewelry. She didn't sparkle. The only other accessories she wore wrist cuffs. The cuffs looking nothing more than black wire that went up along to mid fore-arm in tribal patterns.. and an arm cuff of the same, resting upon her right bicep... and upon her forehead rested the same kind of stone that held her sash together, resting smugly between shaped brows.
Background -
A victim of circumstance, Angst's father had fell from his horse, thrown and rendered unconscious. He was out for a while. Who had be caring for him and why? He did not know, only pitch black found him when he awoke. Was he dead? No.. just within a darkened room. He had been found and taken to the home of Raziya, a beautiful Dark Elven woman.
Uncertainty flooded his mind as he tried to free himself of the binds and shackles he found himself in. He was a prisoner. Held captive.. for what? That would become all too apparent when light flooded the room to reveal the group of Dark Elven women. He knew that look they held in their eyes. Animals.. sexual predators. How could he stoop himself to be prisoner for such a low race?
Time passed, as it always does. He was abused.. beaten, raped, taken advantage of and used time and time again. He was their toy, their slave... and his body held the scars from his haughty behavior. During his abusing he had found that one of the lower wenches of the Dark Elves had become pregnant with his seed. A daughter produced. Of course.. that child was looked down upon. Preyed upon and picked upon, but she was female, never the less. Her treatment wasn't as bad as most male half Darks. She was a calm child.. a cool child. She took what they gave her and held her chin up high, in time with the teachings of a few of the other females of the Dark Elves and a special friend.
She became their messenger, their go tell girl. Gone for long periods, she knew her family little. Nor did she care too much. Only a few mattered to her. A few who she cared about, whom she didn't harbor hate for. She would be their fear. She was Angst Obylx.
Angst: A Biography of Hatred Born
Extended Background -
Born of sin, bred of Hatred and Fear. Angst was a child in a class all her own. Born of light and darkness.. High and Moriel. It was destined that she’d be a troubled soul. Her parents, enemies, natural to the two races. Her father, a prisoner of circumstance and her Mother a once respected Dark Elven maiden. Raped and ravished, her father had little say in the matter. Fun and games, her mother had to pay for the sins of her sisters, her people. Pregnant by the Enemy Raziya was looked down upon, her status in the House stolen by Fate’s cruel game.
It would be only natural that the beauty would find the infant girl a beast upon birth. Only natural that hatred of the child would twist the Dark Elf’s mind, and harden her heart to the beautiful baby girl. Yet, orders were orders. If you make your bed.. You must lay in it. She had to care for the child. Had to raise it. To watch the putrid beast grow and manifest into the child.. The teen.. The woman. It sickened her so, to bear witness to the child’s beauty. Mixed blood should not be beautiful. It was disgusting.
Years of torment would pass as the child grew. Looked down upon by all. Where did she belong? The Moriel hated her. The High Elven hated her. She was hatred manifested. Home? What was that? She did not know. Love? She had often heard the terms.. Yet, they meant little to her. She was beaten and abused, molested and used. Year after year. Day by day. The same things over and over. It was natural that the hatred that the Moriel held for her would harden her own heart. Twist her own mind. Chaos was very much a part of her life. A part of her being. The cruel things done to her became natural. The pain didn’t hurt anymore.
Fate, however, smiled upon the child and granted her one salvation. Another mix breed by the name of Ray`el. A slave, born of Moriel and Sylvan blood. She saw how he was used and treated. Worse than even she. Why? Because she was female? Perhaps. He caught her interest, however, and she pursued a friendship with the man. A friendship that grew and festered under the darkness of the caverns.
Behind closed doors the two had become lovers.. Friends. A tenderness grew between them. Perhaps because of the similar way they were bred and born. They had so much in common. He watched out for her, raised her, molded her into a fine woman. Yet in the crowds, the façade was still on. The deceiving mask of hatred and annoyance. The two would fight, tooth and nail. They would argue.. And he would teach.. And she would learn.
Though they had their quarrels, their own fights. Another would not touch the other. They protected each other with a vengeance. Dare anyone attack one, the other would step in to their aid, even if the outcome.. Pride would cause them to attempt to kill one another.
She, however, loved it. Love the game they played. Loved the time they shared both behind and outside of closed doors. She enjoyed learning from this mix breed. He was the only one who kept her sane. The only person she kept close to her heart. She could talk to him about her troubles, and he would help her. They’d school together, and though she’d pay little attention, she admired his ambitions. His want to learn and better himself. It drove her to do the same.
Years would pass, time would make people age.. Grow… Change. She was made into the House’s messenger. She’d deliver the messages to other Houses, to the people of the surface world. She rather enjoyed the job and the ability to get away from the darkness of her life. She earned a little more respect from her people. She began to understand them and their ideas.. Their ways. She was one of them, if they wished to admit it or not. It was proved by her actions.. The way she was. She gained her friend’s thirst for knowledge and betterment. She strived for excellence.. Perfection.
Sadness crept up, however. She had come back to find him gone. Her salvation had left, leaving her only a note and a promise. She’d wait and she’d grow. His absence had hardened her once more. No longer would she stand for the harsh treatment others had bestowed her. She would begin to lash out and prove her worth to her people. Making it a point to prove she was just as good, if not better with her magic. She began to pray to her Gods and Goddess, unaware that she had always been watched and was never truly alone.
It dawned on her in the years to come. Why did the High Elf slave watch her so? Why did he smile when she accomplished a task. When she proved herself worthy? He looked so proud. She found out why as her mother lay in her bed dying from a wound. She told her the man was her father, told her everything. She spat the story in anger and disgust, cursing Angst for living before she released her last breath. Much to Angst’s pleasure, her mother was finally dead. It left her free to leave. Free to better herself. No longer was she bound to do her Mother’s bidding. She could leave and find him. Find her salvation.. And she did.
She packed her bags and stuffed the few belongings that she had, and the special robes she had obtained for her ‘Dear Brother’, her family. Then she left, but not before catching another glimpse at her father. He looked so sad. She’d rescue him. One way or another he’d be freed. She’d make sure of that. If he’d only wait a little longer, she’d find her strength, and she’d get him out of there. He had taught her so much as well… he had schooled her without her even knowing. Yes, she’d free him, and with that she said good by to the darkness of her life, and stepped out into freedom.. Into the light.
Traveling took her many places. Angst met many people of different race in her searching for her ‘Dear Brother’. She’d find him, she knew she would. Only a matter of time and space in her traveling. She had her own promised to complete. Her own ambitions now. She was a woman with purpose. A woman destined. She would have what she wanted, no matter what others said. She was no longer the little girl who’d take everything in stride. She was Angst Obylx, and her will was set in stone.
She found herself, however, coming to rest in a quaint little Inn. Her days of travel made her wary so she needed a drink, a bite, some sleep. She found herself at the establishment’s bar, setting there silently save for the little spitting of words with another Moriel. A male. Such a trifle creature. It didn’t last long until she found herself embraced in the familiar strong arms of her salvation. She found herself back with Ray`el. Life was good.. And she would make sure it only got better.. As the story progresses. What will Fate have in store for this little Mix Breed? Only time will tell
Male Form: Rellik
Standing at the same height as his female form.. he carries himself with ease. Strong and proud.. He’d carry himself thus.. His gate holding pride and uncanny grace. His features chiseled , beautiful in a male sense. Handsome with platinum tresses.. Long in length, hanging down his back and ending just past his firm arse, adorned with the same three feathers given to him by his slave in female form. His flesh.. Pale olive, like his female counter part.. With lightning-like markings of lavender marking the smooth flesh over his cheek bones. He pierces the soul with haunting golden orbs that seem to look through rather than at. He is proud of his heritage, just like his female self. His voice is dark.. Seductive in its deepness.. And exotic in his Moriel accent.
Like his female self, he has a style he prefers.. Mainly choosing to wear a pair of black leather pants and a white button up shirt, which he leaves unbuttoned to leave his muscular chest and stomach in view. Upon his feet.. A simple pair of black boots.. Comfortable and simple in style. Strong Beauty.. And Handsome Visage.. A sight in any form.