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| Madam Oya : Female : Blood; Ajatar : Male : Ruin | |
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| Nherva | Jul 1 2015, 09:12 AM Post #1 |
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Character Number: Ruin purchased from CP Shop Name: Madam Oya Age: 87 years (bonded at 15) (born 3208 br) Gender: Female Sex: Female Sexuality: Pan/Hypersexual - Aromantic [align=center]::Appearance::[/align] Though Madam Oya is nearing a century old, she only appears to be in her mid-fifties thanks to the bond that once held her and her dragon as one soul. Her age is evident most in the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes and the streaks of silver that riddle her otherwise coarse, raven black hair. This dark, unruly mass of hair is usually braided and tied back with all manner of leather ties and beads, though the braids have been in her hair so long they’re hardly more than fuzzy, tangled dreads. The mass frames a face that still holds some of its youthful attractiveness, or would if it wasn’t so dirty most of the time. Her teeth are yellowed with age, but oddly straight beneath her full, dark lips. Oya’s complexion is one of dark, southern origins. Her ebon skin is riddled with very old tattoos of a culture she was part of as a child, some of these marks are on her cheeks and forehead, but most are obscured beneath her flowing, poofy skirts and laced sleeves that she favors. Beneath all the floof and pomp, however, Oya is a slender, almost boney woman. Her body is taut sinew over a small frame thanks to the harsh reality of the lifestyle of a Tainted rider and it is also because of that lifestyle that she is deceptively strong. Even so, the elder rider rarely ever fights in melee combat. Even at range, she prefers to let her dragon do the barbaric dirty work so she can pick up the pieces of what’s left and claim them for herself. Also hidden beneath all the velvet and lace are huge swaths of burn scars on her back and shoulders, with a few descending lower over her rump and right thigh. The scars are from Ajatar’s fight with a fellow Taintling during their training. The Ruin rider is almost always strapped with satchels and belt pouches full of herbs and bottles of potions and infusions as well as draped with jewelry containing many manners of protective charms and other trinkets. Many of the things she carries are intended to be sold, but many serve uses for herself as well. Among the many necklaces worn around her neck, there is one in particular that has never been removed and likely never will be. Upon a chain of bone links (likely knucklebones) is her matchstick-shaped crystal that hides among the myriad of other necklaces around her neck. Oya carries herself with a confident, almost sensual swagger. If seeing a woman her age dressed in dirty frills, sauntering down the street like a pleasure house treasure isn’t enough to draw one’s attention, then certainly her eyes would be a draw. Like chips of ice buried in volcanic soil, Oya’s eyes--like those of her long lost people--are a striking, nearly unsettling shade of blue. Even though her sclera are yellowed with age, the hue of her irises has not faded over the years. Her eyes, in fact, were the very reason she was so quickly bought by her merchant master early on in her life. He thought the strange and more rare combination of skin and eye colors would attract more people to his booths in the marketplaces, if anything to see the young girl he’d purchased so he could more easily speak to and sell to his patrons. It worked, and Oya noticed. She’s been using the combination of her wiles, body, and eyes to attract people for various reasons ever since. [align=center]::Personality::[/align] It is nothing short of a miracle that Oya is still alive at her advanced age. It isn’t just because she is old, or a rider of a Tainted dragon, but because of the way she is. Madam Oya is driven by her instincts, her primal drives, and her greed first and foremost in all things. Fear is seldom an emotion that plagues her, especially when she wants something. When it is said that the old woman will do whatever it takes to get something she wants, it’s not far from the truth. She isn’t above or below doing anything for her own personal gain. While she may not actively realize when she is trying to manipulate someone, it’s a skill so deeply ingrained into her psyche that she manipulates almost without thinking about it. It’s just second nature to her to do things like using a ‘love’ potion to drug someone and have her way with them, just as it’s second nature for her to help someone under a facade of altruism just because they have something she wants. In her mind, everything in life can be bought, sold, or traded, and she goes out of her way to make sure she is owed and not the other way around. Oya’s practical thinking skills are less than desireable after the break in the bond that shattered her sanity. She does not appear to strategize anything, rather playing it by ear and doing things by the seat of her pants. Even her way of communication seems to vary depending on her mood or environment and she constantly switches between referring to herself in the third person and first person. The only thing about her that seems unwavering is her memory. When it comes to ingredients for potions or spells, names, faces, or other facts she always remembers them, no matter how long ago she learned them. She can make a potion she was taught to make when she was five years old even though she has not even thought of that potion for many years. Her encyclopedic memory has been helpful on more than one occasion, but it is rarely ever something to fear. When one day she might have been a fearless warrior twisted by the Taint and the controlling nature of her own dragon, Oya is now practically harmless. When in battle she speaks with intimidating authority when she shouts her spells and curses, but the truth is that most of these things are just words. They are benign in terms of true magic, though her perception sees something much greater. She has more than just a small talent for connecting things with seemingly no reason to connect them, she finds ways to create cause and effect in her own mind that suits her and her perceptions. If she flings a hex at a Sekkaian rider and they are wounded fifteen minutes later, then that surely had to do with her curse, likely not the Taint that wounded them, for example. On the ground, in more personal encounters, Madam Oya might seem threatening because of her lack of notice of any sort of personal space surrounding another person, but in truth she’s just unable to perceive those boundaries. And why would she? Who on earth wouldn’t want to be close to her? After all, she is beautiful, the very embodiment of loveliness. At least, that is once again her own perception. Ever since taking her self-imposed title, Oya has thought of herself as nothing less than nobility. When she looks in the mirror, she sees a clean cut woman bedecked in jewels and finery, when in reality she’s a dirty taint who’s allowed her fine clothing to rot and become threadbare around her. Her jewels are non-precious metals, stones, and bone rather than diamonds or pearls. The truth is, Oya’s preoccupation with her other psychoses is what makes her allow herself to fall into such disarray. If she doesn’t see the dirt and grime, then it isn’t really there. That is perhaps the reason why she can truly become vindictive when she is rejected from any advances--sexual or otherwise--that she might make toward another person. They reject her because she’s dirty and doesn’t smell nice, but in her mind they’ve rejected her and everything that makes her special, even if in reality she’s just overly tactile and pushy. However, even though she can certainly hold a grudge and become downright hateful to someone who has rejected her, the curses she so willingly flings around remain empty words. One other thing anyone notices immediately about Madam Oya is that she doesn’t work for free. She makes great promises with her good-luck charms, spells, and potions that sell for a higher price than what the trinkets are actually worth. Trying to swindle her doesn’t go over well, and often she can see a bad deal coming from a mile away thanks to her own ideas of what her trinkets and wares are worth. Making money and trading for things she wants are higher priority to her even than doing anything for the Legion she is a part of. Her favorite things to collect and trade for are fine textiles. Pretty dresses are as valuable to her as pelts are to Ajatar and she has trunks full of them in her lair in the pine forest. She will wear one until it’s practically falling off before trading out for a new one. Rank: Unaffiliated Blood [align=center]::History::[/align] Oya was born by the side of the great river that runs through the southern jungles of Nyushi to a tribe of elusive and spiritualistic people, but she doesn’t remember that beginning of her life. Very soon after her birth, when she was but an infant, a neighboring tribe of more violent and barbaric influences took over her village and people, slaughtering most and keeping alive only what they wished. The reasons she was left alive are unknown to all including herself, but to her earliest memories, the tribe that destroyed her original one was her family. As she grew, her talents and aptitudes were evaluated by the village’s seers and mystics and she was placed into apprenticeship at the feet of their priests and medicine men until she was 11 years old. While under their tutelage, she learned a great many things from creating healing salves and mixtures to cure everything from the common cold to erectile disfunction as well as putting together mystical trinkets and accoutrements that did everything from guarding dreams from nightmares to cursing enemies. She seemed to absorb the knowledge like a sponge, her brain categorizing every ingredient and recipe like the pages of a book. At only 11, she was well on her way to becoming one of the village’s most respected medicine women, but it was not to last, for the Taint had begun to spread across Sekkai, slowly crawling its way into even the most remote jungle locales of Nyushi. Her village was raided in the dead of night by a small team of Tainted riders seeking slaves and candidates, as well as to push farther into Sekkai’s territory. It took only a few hours for her village to be added to the numbers of those mysteriously disappearing into ruins all across the continent and she was taken, once again spared by the raiders to live for whatever purpose they had in mind. Many of her people that did not die were made slaves, sold in Esam if they were too old to be thrown to the hatching Taintling dragons far to the west. Her fortunes, it seemed, lay in the Murks, though she only had vague knowledge of just what that meant. To say Oya was afraid at that point in her life would be a drastic assumption, for her natural curiosity and seeming inability to truly be cautious about anything seemed to override any natural fear, even for Tainted dragons and riders. The young girl seemed to take her kidnapping in stride. Whether that was because some small part of her remembered her first abduction or not is up for debate. In time, she even grew curious about the terrifying dragons that carried her and what remained of her people west. She’d almost even gotten used to the idea when they reached Irazu, but fate seemed to have a different end in store for her. Instead of being taken to the Murks, as she’d heard muttered so many times among the riders that held her, she was sold to a wealthy merchant traveling through the pitiful capital of the mountains. The Tainted rider that held her was offered a sum of money and wealth that he could not refuse and he easily gave her up to the merchant. It was easy to part with a tiny slave girl that may well have been taintling food in a few weeks. The merchant that purchased Oya was kinder to her than the Tainted riders. He didn’t push her around or hit her when she whined so long as she did what she was told. She traveled with him for a few years to each town, village, and city where he stopped, learning valuable tricks of the merchant trade as well as being exposed to all sorts of walks of life she’d not been privy to before, from dancers and performers to the nobility and the lowly whore. Once she became comfortable with her master and her new lot in life, the young Oya started to brew potions and remedies native to her lost people again. The merchant saw this as an opportunity to make more money and slowly trained her on how to sell her natural remedies, good-luck charms, and potions as exotic cures for common folk and noblemen alike. She was a charming child, a survivor, and intelligent for a slave, something the merchant prided himself on for his purchase. In time, she was even allowed to keep a portion of the coin earned for her work to spend on finer things. It was at this point in her life that Oya learned of her obsession for pretty things--namely clothing. She saved and spent any money she earned on the prettiest dresses she could afford and her very first one she was so proud of that she wore it until the threads binding it disintegrated and it could no longer stay on her anymore. Adapting to this new life was even easier than changing to fit her old one even though she’d grown into it from an infant. Whatever fates saw fit to watch over her, however, continued to change their plans for her life. During another stint in Irazu with her merchant master when she was 15, she was once again plucked up in the talons of a Taint. The merchant was spared only because he agreed to let her go, no matter how much he had invested in her. A week later, after hard flying by the dragon she was with, she was dropped into a steaming mire of ravenous, depraved Taints and wiggling eggs beneath a rain of blackened crystals. She had no idea what was really happening to her even then, and her curiosity once again won over her fear of being eaten. A small, thin crystal in the shape of a matchstick had fallen in the muck next to her and she picked it up to inspect it, seeming oblivious to the legion of demons around her. It wasn’t long after she picked up the blackened crystal that a ghoulish creature approached from the mist, bearing a cloak of mist all his own. She had become the rider, caretaker, and property of the Ruin Ajatar. During Taintling training, Oya got a crash course in some true hardship, something she had not really previously faced in her life. Instead of it twisting her into despair, however, the resilient young woman dove in head-first, using all her previous knowledge and her will to survive to keep herself alive. She lived off the land, hunted her own prey, tanned the hides for leather for her own clothing and discovered a vast array of hardy plants and fungi that grew in the Desolation that she could use not only for food, but for potions, poisons, and remedies for just about anything. It made her somewhat popular in her class when she produced a salve to keep away mosquitoes in the high summer months, which she only gave to those other Taintlings that had something to trade for it. Never since working with her merchant master has Oya ever worked for free. It was also during the eight months of her and Ajatar’s training that she blossomed into a woman. Sure, she had physically become a woman several years before, but she hadn’t really embraced the idea of sex or sexuality until she discovered her attraction to one of the male riders in her class. Unfortunately, the young man was bonded to a Lightning dragoness with which Ajatar never got along. They hissed and spat at each other whenever they were close and exchanged horrible words when the attraction became known to them. Nikola, the Lightning, swore that if Ajatar ever let his touch hers, she would kill them both because she knew the same truth that Ajatar knew of her rider. The threat was returned likewise because of Ajatar’s knowledge of her rider. The boy had been ‘liberated’ from a prison for raping a young woman then brought to the Murks to bond, and the predatory way the older boy looked at Oya--who was completely oblivious to it--angered the young Ruin, for she was his. It pissed him off that his human would be so taken with another, when she belonged to him in the first place. The situation between the two Taintlings culminated in a near bloodbath. Nikola’s rider made his move upon Oya when she was alone, though the young woman did not reject him and struggle as he expected. Instead, the burgeoning woman gave herself freely to him, allowing him to have his way with her for the first time. Their dragons caught them in the act, and it was that shocking revelation that hardened Ajatar’s mask into the frightening visage it holds to this day. The emotional surge from finding their riders together caused the dragoness and dragon to fight. They attempted to kill each other’s riders, resulting in the Lightning’s rider being blinded by the caustic gas of the Ruin. But Oya did not come away unscathed, for the elemental backlash of the fight sparked a fire that fed off the swamp gases and dry kindling of the trees. She was trapped within the blaze and still bears scars upon her flesh from where she was burned. The burns were severe and almost killed her, but she was once again spared from that gruesome fate. Her dragon was also nearly slain during the battle, but his craftiness led the aggressive Lightning dragoness to her death before it was over. He had naturally selected himself, and he would live on as one of the strong. However, the entire event did not deter Oya’s future promiscuity. Soon after graduating the crucible of Taintlinghood, the pair was sent on raiding missions for resources from villages and farms. Ajatar delighted in the destruction, while his rider became something more of a glorified looter than an actual raider. While her nightmarish Ruin devastated with his comrades and her fellow Taints were busy raping, pillaging, and taking slaves and potential candidates, she was going through closets, drawers, medicine boxes, and other personal belongings for anything of value that could be kept or sold later. After several years of raiding and hoarding the loot, Oya began to fancy herself a noble in her own right because of all the pretty things she then owned. She adopted the title ‘Madam’ to match her perception of herself and gain some assumed respect from anyone below her in rank. At this point, the pair has won so much in prizes from their raiding that they found a secret place to lair in the pine forest. The northern wilds proved a perfect deterrent for even other Taints once the darkness of the Nightmare Lord spread there. The skills Oya gained from her training served them well and hunting became just as much of a sport for the pair as raiding and looting. Ajatar began to collect pelts from the animals he killed and sought even more exotic ones, which his rider would buy for him or trade for with the products of her trade. When they were not away working to push for the Legion, their territory in the pine forest slowly became something of a horrifying legend to the locals. The demon of the forest lurked on foggy nights, waiting to steal wayward children and unwary hunters. The stories weren’t just myths, however, they were real and more than one hunter disappeared, never to return. It wasn’t long before the territorial claims staked by the Ruin merged with the territory of another. After several years, the pair met with another pair of Taints hiding out in the forest. Their first meeting was one of curiosity more than aggression. Madam Oya met the rider of the Forest female that was lairing near them, a young woman named Tituba who was versed in all sorts of foreign magics which Oya had never before seen. They became fast friends as far as Taints were concerned and traded curses, hexes, warding spells, trinkets, and potions like old ladies traded recipes for cake. Even Ajatar grew to tolerate Hecate, the Forest whom Tituba was bound. He did more than tolerate her in the years they kept their lairs close to one another. Ajatar sired more than one clutch of Taintlings on the Forest and the four were decent neighbors and cohorts until an unfortunate attempt at a village raid was crashed by a small Sekkaian wing. Hecate and Tituba were killed as they attempted to flee, but Ajatar and Oya managed to escape. While Madam Oya showed no outward signs of grief for her fallen friend, she keeps her traditions learned from her close. Ajatar did not seem to be affected at all by the passing of his mate, however. They return to their lair in the forest and continue as they always had, answering the call of the Lord when bidden and returning with their spoils. The pair were called to the forefront of the battle over Vien not long after the deaths of their companions and the fall of the fortress is something Ajatar looks back upon fondly, for he believes it is greatly due to himself and the vapors of his other Ruin brothers and sisters that the fortress fell into the crumbling ruins that litter the landscape today. Madam Oya believes it was one of her hexes that brought the walls crumbling down. Regardless of how delusional the pair is about the true cause of the fortress’s fall, they consider it one of their crowning achievements as Taints. The pair continued to independently raid villages and frequent great market hubs like Esam and Hellman’s Well for Oya to collect gold, fine clothes, and pelts for their vices until they were called to the field of battle again. They did not know it when they began, but it would be the last great battle in which they would participate with Nidhogg’s influence spread throughout the Legion. During the Sekkaian siege of Iyalruek, Ajatar left himself open to attack from below. A Sekkaian Metal took the risk and opportunity attacking such an aged Ruin and flung a spine of dragon-forged metal from his tail. The spine struck home, hitting Ajatar low on his breast where his crystal was embedded. The crystal cracked from the force of the blow even as his sternum deflected the projectile just enough to save his life. As Oya screamed and the Ruin fled, the source of their bond withered and leaked away into nothing. As if all the mind altering substances Oya was used to using hadn’t made her crazy enough, the break of the bond between herself and her Ruin broke her mind for good, sending her over the edge of her sanity. The older woman’s rational thinking was mostly lost by the break, and her reasoning became primitive and more childlike. She began to do things just because she wanted something or her body told her it wanted something. Food, sex, pretty things, all of the base things one could imagine came to the forefront of her wants and needs. Ajatar remained with his rider, mostly because for all the years they had been bonded, she was familiar. Besides, Oya was too easily controlled and manipulated--even more so with the lapse in her sanity. After the battle, they retreated to their lair, only leaving to frequent the markets for Oya to sell her trinkets and potions and find food and partnership for awhile. For all intents and purposes, the pair wiped themselves off of the Tainted radar after Nidhogg’s capture. It wasn’t until Ajatar felt a familiar dark tugging on his consciousness that he even learned the Legion had been taken over by a young Toxic dragoness and her rider. It was what he felt was mere curiosity that drove him to discover the new Fortress that had been built for the remnants of the once great horde of dark-minded dragons and riders. He brought the news back to Oya, who saw nothing but grand opportunity in such a place (not to mention a plethora of sexual partners to sate her near lifelong addiction). She packed up her things she wished to take, assuming Ajatar would certainly take her there, though he was reluctant to bend to her wishes at first. He was still not sure what it all meant, or how it would be beneficial to them. Eventually, the Ruin relented and they sealed up their possessions in their forest lair to take a trip to the Fortress. Though they may never join a Shell, being rogues only willing to bend to the will of the subdued Nightmare Lord, they are still a dangerous pair to tangle with and very much motivated by their own personal gain and desires. They are not to be trusted, but then, it was a sorry sort that ever trusted a Taint. Pet(s): None [align=center]The Dragon [/align] Name: Ajatar Age: 72 years Gender: Male Element: Ruin (Ruin Geist x NPC Fire) [align=center]::Appearance:: ![]() By Balu Art by Me[/align] Ajatar’s origins are very clear in his appearance. While he is very obviously a Ruin in breed, his Fire heritage is shown both in the colors of his scales and the hue of his vapors. He is an aspect of destruction, his coloration resembling a smoldering forest fire. Dark hues of near black hunter green are his quills, like charred evergreen trees prickling over his spine. These deep green hues fade to a warm charcoal that stripe over his body like an external skeleton burning from the inside out. His underbelly is covered in hues of rusty orange that contrasts these darker colors and speckles upward like the embers of a raging blaze. The Ruin has exactly three pairs of wings, all charcoal black and feathered, though the feathers are tattered and old, lending to the horrific burned out appearance of him. It seems as though he should have had four pairs, however, for the nearly gas-obscured ‘wing’ appendages just posterior to the first and main set of wings are featherless and scaled, with long, clawed fingers that have a much greater range of movement than his other wings. These gnarled appendages look like the branches of withered trees, whose warped branches and twigs grab at unwary travelers on dark and narrow forest roads. He uses these limbs to grab onto things that he otherwise cannot, because his true fore-feet are shaped like quad-hooves, the claws on them shortened and blunted like those of a deer and lacking any true dexterity. They add to the already ghoulish appearance given by the creature’s mask, which is as unsettling as the rest of him. Ajatar’s charcoal colored mask resembles that of a fanged deer, fused shut early in his Taintlinghood. Four ember yellow eyes glow within the sockets of his mask, steaming acrid orange smoke that fades to washed out grey-blue as it escapes his body. Overall, he appears a grotesque amalgamation of all sorts of forest dwelling creatures. His mask and forelimbs resemble a deer, while his tattered wings are ravens and corrupted songbirds of various descriptions. His hind feet are those of a badger or demonic rabbit, while his quills speak to the appearance of a porcupine. Even his personality lends to that of a temperamental wolverine, and perhaps a highly intelligent and territorial wolf, while his denning and lairing instincts might point to that of a bear. As if these resemblances aren’t enough, Ajatar almost always has an entourage of hellion forest creatures following him in the vapors that exude from him. Vipers of smoldering orange and demonic birds of washed out grey follow in his wake, and sometimes tiny blue-grey smoke spiders crawl their way through his pine-needle mane. The creepy critters that follow him appear and disappear at random intervals, idling with the Ruin wherever he goes. Ajatar does know how to create these creatures of his smoke on purpose and he often uses this skill to illustrate points and tell stories when required (or just generally creep people out). Ajatar’s crystal is a thin rod of dark aventurine with a bud on the end, resembling a matchstick that is located low on his sternum and almost never seen unless he is in flight or open for attack. [align=center]::Personality::[/align] Malicious, Sadistic, Deceiving, Manipulative, Controlling First and foremost, like most Taints, Ajatar is a vicious and conniving fellow. He has always been a sadistic sort of creature that delights in causing pain, fear, and anguish. He enjoys the game from start to finish, from picking out a target to using and manipulating them before breaking them into gross pieces of what they once were. It’s all about control for the Ruin. Bending creatures and people to his will by tools of fear, manipulation, and rage is his game. Very rarely has anyone that has encountered the creature done something he did not intend, so complex does he weave his webs. His crowning achievements are when he is able to corner opponents by putting them in the middle of choices they cannot easily make. It’s the lady or the tiger, after all. Strangely, though, he rarely seems to target his rider with such behavior, since Oya has never given him the reactions he desires. Ajatar is old, and he knows he is old, but it is just another tool by which he manipulates those around him. He pretends to be senile, to act like he has no clue what’s going on, or that he is hard of hearing when he is completely sound. He gathers a great deal of information from acting this way around others that are less than wary, which can often give him the upper hand in certain situations. He cares not if he comes off as intimidating, for he is an actor of the highest caliber. It is part of the reason he isolates himself and his rider so frequently. If he is not well known, then he can drastically increase the numbers of potential victims to his games. The Ruin, like his rider, is very driven by his own selfish needs and possessive nature. Oya takes care of herself and in turn, he generally takes care of himself. He is not above a random desire to raid a caravan or small town for furs and sugary treats while his rider roots through supplies and takes whatever she wants. The world is their collective oyster, so to speak. Ajatar has no reason to feel insecure about his rank or abilities. In fact, the Ruin takes a lot of credit for certain things even if he may have been only partially or barely involved. One of the great earmarks of his life, he claims, is the time Vien crumbled to ruins because of himself and a few other Ruins that use their caustic gases to weaken the foundation of its great walls. Ajatar will act however he deems necessary in any given situation as part of his pathological need to conceal his true self. In fact, a great many people and dragons confuse him for a female, for the voice that whispers through the holes in his mask is often lighter and more feminine with exceptions in battle, flight lust, or other situations when he chooses to change the depth and tone. Sometimes his male and female sounding voices comingle, but seemingly only when he is very upset, angry, or agitated. It only further adds to his need for deception, and he’s been known to lure male Sekkaian beasts to their deaths by pretending to be a female in the throes of lust. User Information Username: Nherva Contact: PM/Skype Yourself: I'm starting a new club. 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