Render

by **Render** on August 31st, 2009, 2:16 am

Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again

So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can't destroy what isn?t there

Deliver me into my fate
If I'm alone I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you
Ooh, my smile was taken long ago
If I can change I hope I never know

I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your lights
But all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight

So save your breath, I will not care
I think I made it very clear
You couldn't hate enough to love
Is that supposed to be enough?

I only wish you weren't my friend
Then I could hurt you in the end
I never claimed to be a saint
Ooh, my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go

So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul
You never needed any help
You sold me out to save yourself

And I won't listen to your shame
You ran away, you're all the same
Angels lie to keep control
Ooh, my love was punished long ago
If you still care don't ever let me know
-Snuff by Slipknot

Contents
The Basics
Pre Game History
In Game History
Training
Equipment
Character Questions
Thread List

by **Render** on August 31st, 2009, 2:26 am

Physical Information

Race: Zith
Birthday & Age : Season of Winter Day 56,499 AV; 10
Gender: Female

Physical Description

" I won’t suffer, be broken
Get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing
I'll give up what I
Started
And stop this
From end to beginning
A new day is coming
And I am finally free"

Upright Render is a respectable 4’7” for a Zith, rather tall for a female. Her skin is a pale gold beneath the soft wisps of sparse darker brown fur, the silky hairs grow longer and thicker upon her elbows and from her knees to her ankles . Barely 100lbs Render has the winsome build that many find appealing and well she is aware of this. Raven colored hair, eyes and nail upon hands and feet. Her small build bylays a surprising speed and swiftness that not many can counter. For one of the Zith she is at most untouched at a glance, the scattered scars most can see look like claws and teeth marks that many would discount, but a note she is proud to proclaim not a one there to be of a rival. One striking oddity one is confronted with when they realize what the woman is, is the lack of her wings.

Upon her back on her right side where her right bat like wing would be there is nothing but healed over furrows from her shoulder blade down to her hip from where flesh, bone, and muscle were ripped asunder from flesh and the valley created was left to heal its wound and fill the hole alone. The scar is like a sunken recess upon her back and if one looks can notice the minute motion of muscles beneath the still healing layer of skin

Perhaps as disturbing on her left shoulder again where a wing should be is a functional stump the length of a handspand. The joint can still be controlled but, can do little more than wiggle.

Character Concept

” I would’ve kept you forever
But we had to sever
It ended for both of us
Faster than a...
kill off this thinking
It’s starting to sink in
I’m losing control now
But without you I can finally see”

Astoiredea was considered rather excentric since a child, taking great interest in the stories the human slave told the children, of people, people like him and the other slaves and food they kept and ate. She has a fascination with the other races, but often that is hidden beneath a fierce exterior and temper.

The woman despite her fierce strength and temper, has always been considered, soft, by Zith standards, too much time spent playing with her food and listening to them speak rather than eating them and hearing their screams. While she has better social skills than some the wildness of the woman, of her people cannot be hidden or downplayed it is there in the way her body moves, the intensity of her gaze. And truthfully, the most charming the woman can be is when she is at the impasse in trying to decide if one is food, a mate, or a threat if not something else.

She can be sweet, in gesture and words, she can tease, and even has a sense of humor, yet she is a creature of instinct despite appearance. Those who are not hers are food are threats and both is below her in the chain of order. She most at peace when the basic needs are met and the rare sense of safety falls, in that quiet place passions are less turbulent.

Her will is not one to be tested, single minded pursuit is a trade mark of her people and to it Render is no exception.

by **Render** on August 31st, 2009, 2:33 am

Character History

” Your promises
They look like lies
Your honesty’s
Like a back that hides a knife
I promise you
I promise you
I am finally free”

The one who would come to be, She Who Rends the Night, Astoiredea, Render for short, was born only a decade ago in the lands of Cyphrus. Her life was unspectacular the colony of which she lived within was ‘civilized’ as in they did not eat every captured being they brought to the compound. Many were brought to work. They were strange to others, those further from the cities, they took care of those that were their prey, allowed them to live and reproduce, if only to make more slaves to be used. Allowed them to speak to their young ones.

Astoiredea held fascination in hearing the slaves speak, and eventrually from them she learned their common tongue and could then understand their words and with them, their stories.only one slave would talk to the young one,speak to her an older man who spoke kindly with no muttering or harsh tones of people so many different kinds of people, and how they were different yet the same.

When the child made mention of this to her family, their curiosity was sated with a comparison buffet. Sadly no, the flavors of a Myrian and Benshira are only subtly different, hardly at all by most standards but an Isur or Akalak, delectable.

Time passed and the stories continued until sadly the old man passed leaving his rapt audience with no where to turn and a strange sensation of unfulfillment. Yet that changed with her first hunt.

A right of passage for most, children allowed to finally hunt with their fathers and brothers, to hunt their first hunt, kill their first kill was the passage from child to adult. This hunt was special, it was close to the colony, and so ensured even greater numbers for the night. The night was well, the colony in all their strength decended upon a single camp, and from the camp as if waiting for her, she found her prey. A male that looked her age and unarmed. The flight home had been glorious, praise was given, for her keen eye, her prey was special, would be a good worker, or even better meal. But already the child had plans for the boy she carried through the air. He would fill that place the old slave had left like a gaping wound, she would have him, and the others like him. They would be thankful and heap upon her the stories she longed for.

Ah but the dreams of a child rarely stand to the light of the flames at night. The two like the boy she brought were upset by some matter of another, they fought, too fiercely to be kept, too dangerous within the stone walls, so they had to be killed. It was sad truly, her lovely plans and thoughts crumbling before her eyes with the swing of a club and splashs of crimson.

Quickly she scrawled her sign upon her prey, the need, the urge to join, to fall into the blood lust, the feeding was moving, and violence was promised, but he, was hers and voice and sign proclaimed.

Truly it was a foolish move. But one she made all the same. For the first weeks, she was scolded, but allowed to be, if she had not the strength to protect what she claimed she had not business to claim what she did. Yet for the first few weeks how she envisioned things were well according to plan, the boy, a Kelvic at that rushed to her side, spoke as she asked when not saddened, and even named her. He became a companion most constant, her Kadarus. Yet still one could not keep what they could not hold. If she had not the strength to enforce her will, he would be taken, slaughtered, to rid of the weakness. So she grew stronger, more cunning, and all the while closer to one who would be her pet, her servant, her mate. Despite the attention and jealousy of a number of lovers.

Yet time passed and despite all things, the boy now a man grew apart from his Render. Rejected her, refused her. The confusion, was lasting, and beyond very well what the Zith could handle to think to comprehend. The slave lover was treated like any other Zith by the female, rage turned to passion, passion to rage, to passion again. She knew her male and his body well a life time of knowledge of him at her disposal. While his rage would mimic her passion, almost as swift it returned. The rejections were different than a denial easily swayed with passion, they sliced more deeply than any claw and the skies between the pair opened.

In her anger and unsettling confusion she lashed out against the male time and time. Yet never did she allow one to harm what was hers.

It was a day Astoiredea would not forget, the day the bright sun was blocked from the sky for hours past lightening. She returned to find Kadarus gone, and those who went hunting, returning empty handed. The Zith took out her rage upon the guard that was to be watching the caves in their absence before stalking away. She inspected the quarters where her mate had resided. Prefering the squalor of the pens to her bed, just the memory sealed the Kelvic fate, were it not for a glint of metal. It was twisted and beaten so it was smooth to touch and connected. It was a strange thing to have.

“What is this?” The rage was not mistaken in the voice that spoke to her. Neverous hands looked up from the ground to which she had quickly looked to at the appearance of the Render. Her slave was the one who got away. Who ran away to freedom. It was a hopeful despairing thing. That there was a way out of the tunnels, ad that it would soon be sealed and all they who remained would most likely suffer for it.

Yet the girl blinked looking at what the Zith held. “It is, a ring.”

“What is ‘a ring’?” The voice had softened, the rage lessening for the sound of curiosity and honestly the slave was curious herself, she wrung her hands looking at them before softly speaking again.

“It is something humans exchange with their mates. A sign of belonging to someone for always.”

For three days Astoiredea searched for her mate waiting for the night to fall and flying out as far as she dared before turning back to race the sunrise to the safety of the cavern. Upon the third day did Render not beat the sun home before it lit the sky. The light was so bright it blinded eyes made for night. She made it to the lip of the cavern to enter when another struck out.

Astroiredea struck out blindly at the figure that attacked her and managed to hold her own well enough for her vision to clear long enough to recognize her attacker, the guard from days before before the male slipped past her guard by the luck of a slipped footing and glaring sun. The pain, of claws within her flesh pulling tearing was excruciating she howled yet they did not stop there was the feeling the wrong feeling before the jerk, the tearing, the sound of her flesh and muscles pulled until they broke, ripping and the gushing splash of blood upon stone, the scent filling the air, but beyond that, beyond all that, there was the pain.

Down the cliff face Astroiredea fell, her blood a wound upon the rock face. Bones were broken, shattered, yet for a few hours while the sun was high, she was blissfully unaware.

by **Render** on August 31st, 2009, 2:35 am

Training
Skills
-Unarmed combat 30/100
-Hunting 15/100
-Detection 10/100
-Tracking 5/100

Lore
-Lore of Humans
-Lore of Humanoid Anatomy

Special Abilities
[strike]Flight[/strike]
Nightvision
Enhanced Hearing

by **Render** on August 31st, 2009, 3:17 am

Equipment and Possessions
• 1 Set of Clothing : A thigh length black cloak– cloak; Altered red tunic of Zith fashion(see profile pic above); leather sandals - footwear
• 1 Waterskin
• 1 Backpack which contains:
o 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, soap)
o Food for a week
o 1 eating knife
-Pair of Snow Googles (gifted by Kadarus)

Ledger
+600gm

by **Render** on August 31st, 2009, 3:20 am

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by **Render** on August 31st, 2009, 3:42 am

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