Latiel

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Player: Latiel

Character Full Name: Latiel Ristitutar

Character In-Game Name: Latiel

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Race: Blood Elf

Class: Mage

Age: 153

Sex: Female

Hair: Long, Red

Eyes: Fel-Green

Weight: 117 lbs.

Height: 5'11"

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Appearance

Her inherited family robes, or an elegant dress.

Personality

Above all else, Latiel desires knowledge and power. She is intelligent, if somewhat inexperienced, and will exploit that intelligence in any way possible to get what she desires. Those who she sees as useful, she treats as gods, those who she sees as below her, foul worthless worms, she treats as nothing more than the little dirt crawlers that she has so named them. Few rise up from the latter category to the former in her mind, but when they do, many apologies, and even greater treatment would surely follow. She will do nearly anything to gain the trust, and favor of those who seem knowledgeable, or powerful, if only to leech it all to use at her own whim. Latiel cherishes structure, and sees the laws set in place by other mortals to be at her advantage. She is extremely arrogant, self-centered, and all too sure of her abilities.

History

Latiel was born into a fairly wealthy family, a fairly large one as well, but she did not see any of that wealth and probably never will. Her mother was simply a product of some sick and twisted experiment that Latiel's grandmother began. Their family code was forged for the preservation, and betterment of magic in their family. No male child was to be suffered to live, as males were not the worthy bearers of life as females were. Females were given 10 years of life to prove themselves worthy of being either a servant, or the single replacement, this meant that they had to show considerable intellect for their age, as well as some kind of talent with Arcane magics. Lastly, all children but the single replacement would be altered, so that she may -not- bear a child by any means, this meant that the bloodline would remain pure, in the endless quest for perfection.

Early in life, Latiel saw several male children put to the sword by her father, and one of her older sisters slaughtered as well. She was very young, of course, no more than an infant when they decided whether or not to keep her alive. Thankfully, she was chosen to be one of the few in the litter that was kept alive, just as two other females a good twenty years older had been.

Latiel would grow to learn that her mundane father was not to be questioned, or toyed with, as her mother ruled with an iron fist. Many times, she was punished for questioning her mother, and father, things that were not allowed in any form in this experiment. Parents brought the child to life, and they would be treated as the highest living beings in existence, for the child's life was owed to them. It would be only ten years after she was chosen to live, that Latiel would learn the price that failure carried. One of her eldest sisters, who was still a child at the age of thirty-three was decapitated in the middle of a class, for failing to produce an adequate show of talent. . . She knew deep down that she had to strive to survive, she had to be above all of her sisters, and make them know that she was above them.

Many years passed, and trial after trial was overcome, when finally, her eldest sister was slain before them all. The sister had failed to kill a beast, but had escaped with only her life, why should she be suffered for her failure? She should not, and her blood, and broken body would serve as a lesson to her younger sisters. This was when Latiel would develop her arrogance, and her powers above all else. She went to great lengths to impress her parents, and even greater lengths to demoralize her sisters with her success. Survival was the key, and to survive, the others would have to die, a ruthless strategy perhaps, but if the others could not focus enough to overcome the obstacles in their paths, they would surely fail where Latiel had triumphed.

More sisters were put to death, and more years passed them by, before Latiel was finally granted the title. . . She had been chosen as her mother's replacement in the world, and would receive the darkest family secrets. She would learn from her mother in private lessons, new spells that the others did not know, she would learn of her responsibilities, and the importance of continuing their bloodline. It wasn't required to keep a male, it was only necessary to find a suitable specimen and use him until you have a sufficient quality, or quantity of daughters. The family comes before all else, and the remaining sisters would be stripped of their birthing abilities to serve her mother and father in their old age. Now she had earned the right to bear her title as her mother's replacement, and was granted her mother's robes, passed down from generation to generation.

These robes were passed down from generation to generation, sewn with only the finest thread over a millennium ago, and enchanted not to wear, to protect themselves from harm, but not their wearer. The robes would fade out in certain locations, where any mundane or magical weapon was to strike them, and allow their host to take the full brunt of the blow. As for the runes that were engraved, or sewn on countless years ago, and empowered to make this garment a truly amazing piece of work. . . Her mother had intentionally clipped threads, filled in markings, and otherwise managed to ruin every single rune-part, making the larger runes useless entirely. The largest, and most powerful rune was made up of every single other rune, and covered the entire robe. The knowledge of these garments has been lost over the ages, and it may never be restored to its full power, a pity. . . But they will never be destroyed, unless they are disenchanted, so there is still hope in the many years to come.

With her coming of age, Latiel was allowed to leave home, to travel and gain knowledge throughout Azeroth, and any other world she happened upon. All was not well in her travels, however. . . The Sunwell was corrupted, and Latiel could feel that thirst, that burning sensation coursing through her body as it was depleted of the power she so cherished and now hungered for, but where could she turn? She was lost in the chaos, the scourge had come to Quel'Thalas. Much of her time was spent in a small refuge, as she was rapidly growing ill from the terrible loss of the Sunwell's power.

Eventually she was taught a most unusual trick, siphoning magical energies from others, especially demons. . . Having not felt such power in so long, Latiel used it frequently, 'tasting' the essence of any creature she happened upon. Demons were the most delightful, but also the most dangerous, so it was only the smallest and weakest that she would siphon energy from. Fel energies were simply euphoric to feel, flowing through her body, and would more quickly energize her with that power for which she so longed.

Finally, she felt a presence that she had not felt in much time, it was the Sunwell? Her thirst was fading away, and her power was finally growing once more to its full potential. She did not know how it came to be, but she did know that with this was long awaited, and she would live on to do exactly as she had been instructed to do by her mother. She would gain knowledge, uncover every secret she could, create countless spells, along with her own brood of daughters. Latiel had earned her family's name, and she would uphold the fairly new tradition, whatever it took.