Amaris

Information

Player: medusa333

Character Full Name: Amaris del Valle

Character In-game Name: Amaris

Nickname(s): Amy (known only by the few she knew during her childhood)

Association(s): Felweaver Accord

Race: Human

Class: Warlock

Age: 26

Sex: Female

Hair: Redish-brown

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 115

Height: 5'3"

Appearance

Amaris often wears hooded cloaks and long, flowing robes. Her posture is stiffened and straight. Often the hood she wears hangs low in front of her face. She has shoulder-length red hair and large soft brown eyes. There is almost always a vial at her belt, the glass is blackened. Her left wrist is surrounded in stitching, as though it was reattached.

Personality

Often lying and cheating, Amaris is seen by many as being without morals. She betrays others quickly if there is profit involved, or only to see someone in pain. She is sadistic and cold-hearted and nearly maddened by her addictions. Only those who favor the darkness have the possibility of gaining a sliver of kindness or sympathy from her. Although she hates few, Amaris is apathetic to the plights and joys of most; this is not so much to do with her cold-heartedness as it is to do with the fact that she is a bit of a sociopath. When first met, most of her cruel tendencies are hidden, masked by a well-spoken facade.

History

Amaris was born in Darkshire. She was the first and only child to live past three weeks and, because of this, was treated like royalty. Her mother doted on her as did her father. As she grew older Amaris became increasingly interested in the occult, demonology in particular. These whims of hers were provided for, but with hesitation. Her collection of tomes increased drastically over the next few years.

Eventually she stumbled across a warlock named Claude who was not the most powerful, but was willing to teach. She was a quick learner but no amount of spells he could teach her would satiate her. The dark magic gave her a form of joy that nothing else could. Her lust for blood was much greater than that of the old man, and this disturbed him greatly.

One night Amaris arrived at her teacher's home for her training. Looking at her pocket-watch, she realized she'd arrived early. Snooping around the shelves, she found a bottle of a strange liquid. Holding it up to the light, she recognized it almost immediately, yet could hardly believe it. Fel Blood. Amaris had heard of it, read of it and its power. She slipped the tip of her thumb beneath the lid and raised it with a pop. Then she raised it to her lips and felt the liquid roll down her throat. She placed the empty vial into her pocket and smiled.

When Claude walked through the front door he froze immediately, unnerved by Amaris' expression of elation. Slowly, he recovered and they began their usual practices. However, when the time came for Amaris' to conjure a flame, the Fel Blood within her was apparent. The flame flared a corrupted greenish-yellow. The feeling of conjuring it, for Amaris, was nothing short of euphoric. But for Claude it inspired only fear. He informed her that he could no longer teach her and that he would like her to leave. Although she met this order with hostility, she did as he said and left.

The week afterward was filled with agony for Amaris, both mentally and physically. Disturbing images flashed throughout her head and she heard voices that were not her own. Her body ached for the Fel Blood, she longed for it more than air to breathe. The pain became so excruciating that she forced herself to return to Claude. He allowed her into his home and tried to reason with her about her demands for more of the blood. He spoke of its corruption saying that, even for someone skilled such as her, it would lead to something worse than death. The argument escalated to shouting and, when he cursed her name, Amaris raised her hands against him. The old man was thrown against a wall, then he crumpled to the floor, clutching his head. She pointed to him, her eyes cold. She promised that he would suffer the most pain he'd ever known before she was finished with him.

After Amaris snatched up his remaining vials of Fel Blood, she pressed her hand hard against his chest, draining him of energy and life. When she had successfully harvested a soul shard, she stood up and kicked the limp body so it lay flat. That night she left for Stormwind in search of more training. She took few garments with her, saving most of the space in her packs for vials of Fel Blood and tomes. Since then she has never remained with a teacher for more than a month or two. She learns a few spells, perhaps steals a few reagents, and then moves on to the next, seeking to learn the the teacher's knowledge in a quick and effective manner, without consideration for friendliness or petty formalities.