Macha

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Player: flammos200

Character Full Name: Macha Ylenn

Character In-Game Name: Macha

Nickname(s): “Ewww.”, “What happened to your hands?!”, “my obsidian butterfly” (in order from random members of her race – and usually gender, individuals of the other races, and her mistress, Sarmathia)

Association(s): Herself, Sarmathia, Silvermoon

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Fel-sworn (Rogue)

Skills and Abilities: All of the in-game skills available to Rogues are interpreted as fel magic and demonic abilities. Examples include Sinister Strikes, which are actually blows imbued with Fel, and the Throw-oriented skills being interpreted as throwing Fel-fire, or the Cloak of Shadows being a similar spell-shield of fellish origin, or Blind which renders enemies confused in a manner akin to a Succubus' seduction spell, or Shadowstep which is a short step through the Twisting Nether, etc. etc.

  • A sharper body for a sharper task: The nails on Macha's hands and feet have become black claws, which function as melee weapons, but also prevent the use of all other forms of weaponry, save the whip used in Garroting enemies. Similarly, the usual Rogue poisons have been replaced with self-secreted fel-poison. They are also useful in filleting fish, making wood-carvings, shearing sheep, climbing trees and other such activities if need arises.
  • Destroyed digestion: As a result of fel-blood intake, Macha's digestive system has taken some damage, most food types being incompatible with her, and she will regurgitate them upon ingestion. She does not have trouble eating Fel-tainted food types, though she subsists mainly of Fel energy. The same applies to drinks. On the bright side, thanks to such a low-sugar diet, her teeth are still in healthy condition. Until someone decides to invent fel-cakes, or introduce her to existing ones, that is.

Age: 344

Sex: Female

Hair: Red, short and unruly, she holds the rebellious thing back with a hairband so it doesn't get in her eyes.

Eyes: Fel-green

Weight: 63 Kg.

Height: 1,80 m.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Leathers, with a few metallic reinforcements. As far as colors go, she enjoys reds, browns, black and gold – typical of Blood Elves.

Other: She typically has a whip or chain on her belt, occasionally used in garroting enemies.

Personality

Fiery, whimsical and passionate, Macha is characterized by a drive to be recognized and respected, as well as spur of the moment decisions towards the same effect. She is fairly impulsive and not the best of people when it comes to planning, preferring to use her adaptable nature to overcome situations, so needless to say that she is a great adept of improvisation.

A smooth talker and hedonist, she delights in chatting her way into all sorts of pleasure – though most are no longer meaningful to her, as far as food and drink go. She feels nothing but respect and eternal admiration for her mistress, the Queen of Suffering Sarmathia, though how much of it is the demon's doing and how much is her own will is debatable. When not around her patron, she prefers not to be involved in conflicts that she does not start herself, being quite good at not taking sides and evading the causes of the many. If she is forced into combat or if a struggle is of her choosing, she will prefer to flank an enemy or strike from behind, using speed, stealth and relentlessness to her advantage, harassing a foe until it can scantly fight back. Deep within, she seeks to find a foe worth fighting, some great enemy to throw herself at with all her skill, wit and might, and should she triumph, she believes she surely will attain glory.

As far as the races of Azeroth and Outland are concerned, all exist to be taken advantage of in some way or another, to her benefit or to the will of her mistress. She likes being around her own people and desires their respect and recognition above most others, and enjoys the company of few others as much. She can be quite fond of being around more ‘noble' or ‘honorable' people, mainly because she sees them as gullible and easy to profit off of.

History

Born in Quel'thalas, on the very outskirts of Silvermoon, to a Farstrider mother and a Magister father, and her childhood was a fun one for her, and a fairly stressful one for her parents. Macha was an impatient ankle-biter, and couldn't stand the droning on of arcane theory, instead being a bit of a bully and joining Farstrider children in their... animate discussions with the kids of the Magisters. Of course, it earned her a few bruises here, a little burn there, but by the Light, she did all she could to get them back for it.

As the little thug grew, spending time in more and more illicit circles, she didn't stop paying heed to her lessons in stealth, subterfuge and combat in the Farstriders, but aside from those, she was absent from reputable society. Her life was swift to change however, as she was taken in by one of the many noble houses of Silvermoon, and in their employ, her skills were put to good use. Subterfuge, sabotage, the right words in the right ear, and a little bit of combat netted her a fairly easy, if dangerous living.

Thus, she did her work in shadow for centuries, her allegiances changing like the weather, with no one knowing of her deeds, until, just before the Second War broke out, Macha got careless – an aspect bred by confidence in her abilities, and the most unlikely of people found out of her craft: her parents.

How do you scold your three-century old child? Macha's parents had a particular punishment in mind. They equipped her as best they could and sent her with the small pittance force the Elves gave to the Alliance, in support of the war effort. She took the chance to see what little of the world there was on the way, and try her hand at attaining some measure of penance.

And so she took part in the Second War, her roles being battlefield reconnaissance, espionage, a few instances of assassination directed at low-ranking Horde officers, and striking at the enemy from their flanks. War roused in her a bloodlust she never knew she had, and along with it, a desire for glory and recognition as she carved herself a bloody path in the world. After the War was over, she returned to Quel'thalas, expecting to be hailed a heroine.

Her return was well-met - especially on her parents' part, but she wasn't regarded as the war hero she'd wished. A time of trouble and soul-seeking followed, with Macha asking herself if something she'd done was sub-par, or if she could've done something more to earn the respect of her peers. But if war couldn't earn one glory, what could? The drive for combat in her scarcely abated by the time the Third War dawned.

When the Scourge came, she fought as long and as hard as she could, but this was not the enemy she was used to. Undead were relentless and they did not tire nor want for food or water, did not react to poison or psychology, nothing could stop them save the complete and total destruction of their bodies. And Macha herself wasn't the best of people when it came to such, so she retreated.

After the Siege and the loss of the Sunwell, which she is still thankful to have survived to this day, Macha fed off Fel, joining the Blood Elves in their effort to rebuild their ancient home. What she didn't expect however, was just how much she would like it. Macha had never liked magic much, but Fel was the best kind of candy. It made every part of her feel perfect, and she wanted more. More-over, it dulled the pain of having been through a massacre, and the worry at her potential misgivings. It was the best thing in the world, a substance to take care of everything.

Thus came the time of Macha's addiction to Fel. She coveted the substance, and ended up hoarding as much as she could - for personal consumption, of course. She went from provider to provider, most being Fel-weavers and Warlocks, but as her needs grew and the Dark Portal opened, she found herself on Outland, following the words of one of her previous sources for Fel, in seeking out some location filled with it, on the very edge of the Blade's Edge Mountains.

What she found was far beyond her expectations: a creature of beauty that Macha was sure could bewitch whatever gods there were, and steal the hearts of all living things, a being in whose presence all of the Blood Elf's woes disappeared and she felt nothing but eternal bliss to be in its company. So ensnared by the entity's charms was Macha that she gave not a second thought to conversing with it. Apparently, it – or rather she was called Sarmathia, and she was a Queen of Suffering, desiring agents of her own. The enthralled Blood Elf could do little but agree to a contract, and after receiving a bit of the demon's blood, she was sent out to do the creature's will.

Macha's first tasks as the demon's agent were those of intelligence-gathering. She put her centuries-old skills into spying on groups of adventurers, Lightwielders and Fel-weavers alike, returning to her mistress with news from across Draenor's remains with word of how the War in Outland went. She even took the part of an observer for Sarmathia, as far as the reclaiming of the Black Temple was concerned.

The next task that Sarmathia asked of Macha was to go see why troops were being massed on Quel'danas at the Sunwell, and to participate in whatever occured there. Strange though the request was, the Blood Elf did not have a second thought, especially since the Shattered Sun were glad to have another combatant in their ranks.

Thus, Macha fought the length and breadth of the Sunwell campaign, and when the ancient fount' of power was purified and the wave of divine energy washed over her, it broke Sarmathia's charm and allowed the elf lucidity. It would take a while of long and hard thought, but Macha returned to her mistress of her own volition in the end. And while the creature's presence did not affect her as much as it once did, the Blood Elf continued to serve the terms of her contract. She wanted more. She wanted power. She wanted recognition.

Throughout her service however, Macha kept ingesting her mistress' blood and noticed that she'd begun to change – claws were sprouting from her hands and feet that made weapons feel unwieldy. She asked her mistress of this fact, and agreed to train and be taught the arts which her patron knew. Sayaad were the agents, spies, corruptors and assassins of the Burning Legion, thus it was easy to adapt their use of Fel-magic to her roguish skills, and her claws would function as her primary weapons then-on.

Sarmathia deemed that Macha, in her changed form – although more aesthetically pleasing than before in the demon's eyes, was unfit for more reconnaissance and instead she tasked the Blood Elf with recovering a few relics from the destroyed portals throughout Outland, as well as taking care of nuisances such as Lost One tribes that still held minor magical artifacts, or the so-called recovery of gifts previously bestowed upon the odd Fel-Orc.

Thus, as the Demon's agent, Macha spent the entirety of the time in which War in Northrend had taken place. When she returned to her mistress next, she was granted her last and current task: watching the mortal races in this time of great tension. Her departure from Sarmathia's side was interesting, as two events occured: The Blood Elf was given a whip of the same sort that the Succubi use, and was told that she was something more now, something much better than the common mortal stock that she'd come from. When Macha asked for some form of proof of the matter, she was told to look at herself, and how mere mortal food no longer agreed with her – nor was necessary in fact and the Blood Elf took it as definite proof of her new nature.

As Macha left her mistress behind, she was convinced that she was something of a divinity, some splinter of a deity or demon, and that the worlds were hers and Sarmathia's for the taking.