Delilah
(#62671655)
Level 10 Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
24.53 m
Wingspan
20.31 m
Weight
5699.8 kg
Genetics
Tarnish
Ripple
Ripple
Blood
Stripes
Stripes
Maroon
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 1209 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Delilah
Wraith | Assistent
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FAMILIAR
Serge |
INVENTORY |
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Started trials at: 12 Days old Failed & Saved: 32 days later (44 Days old) |
She'd lost her name in the Trials, in the fever of purpose and desperation to survive. When, finally, far too late, the infection receded from her, she was found by a patrolling Necromancer who took her, curious failure that she was, to the Council building. "The least," they'd said, "That you can do, given you have lost all semblance of who and what you once were, is to learn now who and what you are." She had thrown herself into work. What else could she do? She had lived at the Council Archives for many months before she received a letter. Ague was strangely kind, his eerie Fae Necroservus likewise for all her quiet. "You have been written to, little one." She never failed to find it funny that Ague called her that, when she had always been so very much larger than he. But she had no name and he was a Necromancer and so she accepted the name he gave her. "An old acquaintance seeks an aid in his research." Ague, she knew well, knew many. And if one was writing to her- "You mentioned me?" she asked, already picking up the scroll he'd placed before her. Behind his glasses, Ague blinked and cocked his head. "Why would I not? You are learned and calm and clever. You want something to do that is not simply shelving the books other researchers leave out. You will like him, I think." That was- that was more compliment than Ague ever usually gave, matter-of-fact as he ever was. "Read it," he said, gesturing at the letter. "I think you will approve." She read the letter. She did approve. She and Vecna were several miles gone from the Council building before they spoke again. She had little to say after so long a correspondence; it seemed he felt likewise. But then: "I was told," he said, "That you have no name. That you forgot." She inclined her head. "The fever drove it out." "You have not been named since?" "Ague called me little one," she commented. "But until I had a place and a purpose I did not want a name." "And now that you do?" She stared up at the sky, the flesh-winds already stirring in the sickly fever-heat of Plague. "I don't know," she replied. "But I am in your service. What would you name me, Master Vecna?" |
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