Serik
Age : 33
Character sheet Race: Mythan School: Sorcery Element: Fire
| Subject: Serik [Sorcery] (last updated: January 9th) Mon 13 Jul - 23:25 | |
| || Profile || --Basic Stats Name: Serik Sörensen Student Number: 6478 Sex: Female Age: Eternally 19. Real age unknown. Sun Sign: Aquarius Element: FireHometown: Small village in the South of Borea'Toran Talents/Skills: Enjoys art. Skilled fighter. Picked up some musical talents while frequenting night clubs. Extra: ◘ Her senses and reflexes were heightened after being turned into a Strix. ◘ She spends a lot of her time in the nightlife. (Ranging from being most active during the evening, to frequenting clubs and bars.) ◘ Her name was given to her by her 'Maker' (the Strix who turned her), Sören (pronounced ZUU-ren). Sörensen is the surname given to those he has turned, while he fondly dubbed her as 'Serik', meaning 'love'. She finds this ironic since she never seems to have had love in her life. ◘ Sören ended up raising her as a Strix after she was turned. Being turned himself long ago, he is one of the many with lesser known origins. In turn, Serik was often taught his language. ((Origins to be changed at a later date when the world geography is extended.)) -- Physical CharacteristicsHeight: 5'5" Weight: 125 lbs Race: Mythan [Strix]. Formerly human. - Spoiler:
- Serik's Diary wrote:
- You find some pieces of torn paper with text printed upon both sides. It looks like the were torn from a library book. Several sentences are underlined. They are the following:
- Quote :
- It is unnecessary for strixes to eat the same food as mortals, or even drink water. The nutrients that their bodies require are all found in the unique mix of various bloods, which are primarily those of races with human-like qualities.
While once a vicious race, most live peacefully amongst other races now that their practices have become socially accepted. Engineers have been releasing various methods in which strixes (or striges) can feed peacefully, which include (but are not limited to): donated blood samples, synthetic blood, and mixed animal blood (most uncommonly practiced due to lack of proper nutrients. It is generally only used when no other source of feeding is available.)
It is reported that in some Strix communities, it is common practice to have a human (or being with suitable blood) who lets one particular strix drink reasonable amounts of their blood (not enough to cause harm to the person). This relationship is heavily dependent upon trust between the two involved. Often it is a result of friendship, or romantic involvement.
In many cases, a strix's fangs will be completely hidden unless they feel vulnerable.
In most Strix colonies, those turned (people who have been transformed into a strix through ritual) are given a new name to live by, which tends to separate them from their past mortal life. The new name can be random, while the last name is usually the last name of the strix's creator (the strix who turned him/her.) This is used to signify the connection of the two, unlike the more human method to show how two people are related.
Depending on the situation and area, the strix who has transformed a mortal is most commonly referred to as the individual's: Maker, Creator, Master
Some distinguishable qualities of the Strix race may include: •Fangs (many retractable) •Pale skin •Feed upon blood (A rare breed will feed upon flesh) •Enhanced senses •Owl-like qualities: --Nocturnal behaviors --Wings --Feathered ears --Talons or claws
While referred to as immortal, strixes(ges) can be killed. While they tend to heal very fast, heavily injured strixes(ges) have been known to die, along with those who have bled out. Due to bleed-out being a cause for death, those who have become struck with depression or misery have died on many reported occasions (caused by blood-loss through tears.)
Blood has various tastes and effects. Some blood types will taste sweeter than others, and blood of different races will often cause different effects on the consumer. For example, a rare form of blood could cause a state of euphoria, or even inebriation.
It is very rare for a strix to become sick. Generally, they are immune to diseases which normally cause illness among humans.
Unlike the vampire folklore, one cannot be turned into a strix just by being bitten. It is a mutual agreement between the strix and person, where the strix will drink nearly all of the person's blood, and in exchange, will allow the human to drink their blood. Eye Colour: Dark blue Hair Colour: Light blond and black underlayers. Hairstyle: Long and straight. Reaches mid-back. Skin tone: Ivory Style: Often has a gothic twist to her steam-punk attire Distinguishing features: ◘On occasion, her fangs are visible. (They retract when content. They reveal themselves during times of vulnerability. [If she feels threatened, angry, exposed to long-term hunger, etc.]) ◘Her ears are slightly feathered at the tips. ◘Pale skin -- Current Goals◘ Excel in her Sorcery courses ◘ Meet new people ◘ Become close to someone ◘ Maybe someday fall in love and find her "One" (the person [of any race] who will trust her unconditionally and willingly let her feed on their blood.) -- BackgroundWhile once living in the South as a normal human, Serik's life became complicated and controversial as she was transformed into an evolved race of Strix by another of the same race. After struggling to cope with the transformation, she soon began to melt into the culture and now lives comfortably, feeding upon peacefully attained blood. She poses as no threat to those around her unless agitated. -- Additional accounts of her past:◘ Being turned and run out of her village.- Spoiler:
Pounding.
The one action to describe the entire, terrifying night.
The beatings; the drums; tears and blood falling to the pavement; the door; my heart.
No... not my heart... not any longer...
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In the night, a tired, weak fist pounded desperately at a large wooden door. A riot could be heard in the distance. "Father! Father! Please..! Please open up! Please....!" She whispered loudly, her voice and entire being shaking; blood smeared her pale cheeks and lips.
She rested her body against the door helplessly, still pounding but her attempts becoming weaker with each motion. Her cheek pressed painfully against the metal cross that was proudly hung for visitors to see. Finally, at long last she fell inside, collapsing as the door opened, the cross also falling which sounded a clang on impact with the ground. She pulled herself up from the stone floor to her knees and looked up at the man, her eyes a lifeless pale blue.
"Father..." She trembled. "I can't... feel... anything..."
"My God, child.." The man looked down at her with fear in his eyes. "You're dead.."
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Serik laid on couch in the dark one-room home. The only thing illuminating the face of her rescuer was that of the moonlight which shone graciously through the window. He dabbed a wet cloth on her face, removing the blood that stained her pale ivory skin.
She was told to be quiet for the time being. Her panic would only attract unwanted attention from the villagers in the street. "You have to be wrong, Father," she whispered, shaking. "There's no such thing... I can't be.. I don't want to..." Her sentences were strewn and cut off from confusion and fear.
"Creatures of the night are real. So are demons. I've told you this before," the priest replied softly.
"I'm not a demon!" she raised her voice, liquid beginning to form in her eyes.
"Serik, if you want to hide this from strangers, you must remember never to cry," he wiped the tears of blood from her eyes. "You need to learn to be strong."
"I'm not a demon," she said again, quieter this time.
"Like I said, you were changed," he dipped the washcloth into a small bucket by his chair and rung it out, continuing to clean the blood from her body. "I would say by a strix."
"I don't remember anything that happened," she closed her eyes, trying to recall the events of the previous night. "What's a strix, Father?"
"Do you remember the old folklore about vampires, child?"
Serik bolted up from her laying position, her eyes wide. "What? No, Father.. It's nothing like that. It can't be. I can't.. They're evil creatures. They feed on humans..."
"Strix are much like them," he continued calmly. "There are different strings of their race. They've been described as anything from evil birds, to witches, to shapeshifters. They are very rare -- or at least, very well hidden from public eye."
"Do they eat humans?" Fear filled Serik's eyes as she looked up at him.
"Some, but very few. Most only drink blood. I don't know what strain you've been changed into, so we'll have to wait and see."
"Wait and see...?"
The priest looked into her eyes. "When you get hungry."
Serik laid back down, feeling dizzy. How could this be happening?
"You'll learn to live with it. Some communities are rather accepting of Strixes. There are research facilities trying to invent ways in which the race can feed peacefully amongst the rest of the populations. It will be a new life, but you can learn to cope," he put the cloth in the water bucket and looked back at the girl. "It would be easier if you could find more of your kind, but that in itself could be dangerous in these parts. Your best bet now is to search for a safer place to live. Acceptance and education. It'll go a long way," he stood up.
"But Father... My family..--"
"Is out there with the rest of them, hunting you down," he finished sharply. "You cannot survive here," he looked out the window. "... None of these souls are saved."
Serik stood up, feeling strange as the wounds began to heal themselves faster than ever when she was human. "...Where will I go?"
"Head North," the priest went to the door, and after listening for a moment, opened it. "I've done all I can. Now go."
"..... Thank you, Father." She looked out the door, not wanting to rejoin the terrors that awaited her presence.
"Go!" He yelled. Serik ran out the door, towards the forest which would bring her North, never to return to the place she once called home.
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Serik
Age : 33
Character sheet Race: Mythan School: Sorcery Element: Fire
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Serik
Age : 33
Character sheet Race: Mythan School: Sorcery Element: Fire
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Serik
Age : 33
Character sheet Race: Mythan School: Sorcery Element: Fire
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| || Stats || STR: 10 DEX: 10 CON: 10 INT: 10 WIS: 12 CHA: 10
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Serik
Age : 33
Character sheet Race: Mythan School: Sorcery Element: Fire
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| || Clubs || --Student Council [Social Events Chair]Organized FaelhionOrganized Thalia--LiteratureParticipated in Activity No.1--MusicMEXP (Music Club): 3 Participated in first chorus practice.Shared 4 songs in "What are you listening?"--Fencing | |
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