Hrist Daemon (Stage name)
Hrist Daemon (Stage name)
Somebody | 27 years | 5'10" | 75 kg | Female
STR 5 | AGI 4 | CON 4 | MAG 5 | SYN 0 || Level 3
Light | Fire | Time | Plant
Light | Fire | Time | Plant
Personality:Liandry tries to be a friendly person yet imperious to a fault, composed and a collected individual that enjoys taking in her surroundings and learning. She is one for that taking charge only when she believes the time is right and often finds herself at odds with figures of greater caliber. A confident women she enjoys seeking out the thrills of life, finding the glory and adventure over the boring rules and social dances of the common game of wit and words.
However she has learned how to mask her true demeanor for the price of a good reputation. Painting the air of noble grace and quite humility with just a small smile and a obedient look while addressing others of rank and social power. Professional and polite following the book of proper conduct to the letter.
She attempts to temper her fiery energy with logic and cunning, calculating the best course of action as a focused flame rather then a wild fire child but the results vary on her current dispositions. Despite her wishes Liandry's temper remains as her greatest enemy, overcoming and deny all of her hard earn logic and sensibilities if pushed too far, negating any form of sensible reason. It has made the mask of civilization harder to wear during stressful events. This has lead her to remain a decent distance away from people on a emotional level.
In combat she is heavily more alive to her expressions and energy, breaking the mold of her civilized personality and tapping into her feelings for life. She is cocky, aggressive and will belittle others for their faults or for breaking away from orders, failure is not acceptable. This hints at a possible desire, sparking for power and dominance while in the heat of battle.
Liandry is a beautifully young lady, standing at 5 foot 10 inches with an athletic build as she has been an active combatant throughout most of her life. Carrying herself always with grace and elegance her posture never remains anything but upright.
Liandry has bright yellow eyes, mixed in with a hint of orange along the outer part of her iris. Bearing a moderately light skin tone to match that of both of her parents. Her nails tend to take on a claw like quality while left alone but she is quick to trim them as a proper lady should.
Outside of her usual attires Liandry has kept a few accessories as part of her visual identity. She likes wearing black hooped earrings with dark crystals ears. Also bearing a similar crystal patter as a anklet chain on her right foot. A black rhombus-shaped gem set in gold-coloured metal of the same shape, with feathers of varying shades of blue extending from the bottom of it. A few shades of lipstick and purple eye shadow round out her daily face routine.
She also bears flowing soft black hair that rests a past her shoulders, much like her mother wearing it mostly on her left side. However during times of intense emotional passions her hair will change into a fiery bright red, becoming more free flowing and light dancing with just the smallest of air movements. It only returns to its natural colour and lustre after she has claim down.
- Liandry is born of a young women born of this world taken in at a young age by jealous noble away from her family into slavery, taking this women's beauty and flesh for his own amusements and creating an heir for his last name. Travelling though the dangerous woods for from Greece into the territories of a different kingdom of hunters and killed on the spot by the amazons. With child the women would have died by normal means by their trespassing law, however they took her as an example, trying to understand the world beyond their borders. They grew to take her into their family as a fellow Amazon, adopting their strength and power into her self from to fill the void of her family ripped away.
Liandry was born within a mouths later as her mother changed from her simple up brings into a harsh authority. Life in the wild community was brutal in their life lessons, strength meant everything and could only be claimed through one's own deeds. But it was rewarded with affection and love. It was hard life that could break the weak minded but a worthy path to strive for growing up as a warrior.
It wasn't it easy for her, growing without the blood of a true amazon, her own doubts and ideals about herself were mostly her own nightmares. The rest of her people accepted her regardless of blood ties and her mother cared for her with a kind hand. That self doubt grew into her early teens, provoking weakness as her heart grew closer into the dark, granting her easily accessible strength and ferocity with neighbours to dangerous extremes. The final straw came from her last sparring match of this age, nearly killing her partner and being held back by two of the guards and imprisoned in fear of her berserk.
Their shamans found her darkness, tempering it down until she found her sense of self again before it was too late. Successfully they manged to free and saved her sanity but the task at hand then was on how to dealing with the impending danger of it for the future. Finding the strength to live with this was no easy feat and a burden took a while. Liandry fell into a depression lasting a short time until she pulled herself with the conviction to solve this herself.
Her journey would start with a farewell to her families, her sisters, mothers and world just for a time till her strength could match their kindness. This path took her back Greece, in awe of the first sights of men but taught in different. It took some time grew accustomed to it not to punch them into a bloody pulp for how different they seemed.
Her quest drew her to the temples, a shinning hope in the name of Athena. A divine matron whom was well respect among both women and men, a symbol of greatness and inner strength. It was heavenly sent inspiration to Liandry. She found her home here, taking in the will of the temple as a maiden and devoted follower and student. New interest took Liandry well into her adult years, magic, history and the arts consumed her darkness where she would find this into light.
The call for war though was ever growing, she cursed her star to be born in the realm of Ares, a man and his ideals representing all she hated about her past. But it was a feeling she could no ignore forever. Leading her to the doors of the Coliseum to find release. Her desire lead to a different kind of happiness, fulfillment for the scent of iron and blood and the push of pure muscle pushing away thoughts. She took in the name of a ancient Demon of old as her crafted name behind the mask of an entertainer and killer. While participating in her own style of art within the coliseum as a athlete among the brutes, refining her battle craft to her heart's content. The fans granted her their own title.
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