Character Name: Farora
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Race: Succubus/Karmagan
Appearance: Credit to the artist.Alliance: Herself
Personality (one paragraph minimum): Farora isn't much unlike Revenge himself. The luster of her new life as her own woman has worn off. The ecstasy of her liberation long gone. She is a numb soul, desperately seeking new purpose. She finds a taste of it in her current duties, but is still a hollow soul. Her outer shell is strong, built up from hard living and the hard trials she has overcome. Farora loves authority, and she will take it however she can, leading to a disrespect to it. She is bold and headstrong to a fault, but is not enough using her good looks to manipulate those around her.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): likes swords and knives.
Combat Level : 3
- Magic Level: 4
- Physical Strength: 2
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs): She was just another Succubus' daughter. Another whore's accident. They were very common on Autumnavia, the Succubi considered killing unborn heresy. They would often drop them with the father, or if he was unsuitable, a kindly soul. But Farora was given neither.
Left on the doorstep of a crooked old woman named Janinette, Farora grew up in hell. She was little more than a servant girl, and experienced little love in her life. Her chores grew the old she got, cutting off social time. She never really fit in any way. Nobody like the Succubus, they were symbols of evil, impurity. And though she was never outright hated by her peers, she was outcast. Her old "mother" offered no solace. Janinette's life was filled with loss, and to her, Farora was just another inconvenience.
But she was beautiful, not even Janinette could deny that. Her beauty bought her an easy escape into the city, where she learned the rule of the jungle. Her good looks landed her in the service of pimp, and her Succubus blood ensured she was very good at her job. In the most twisted way, she reveled in it. She hated herself for it, but she loved every ride she got. No matter how ugly, out of shape, how many diseases, how brief... She took them all, and quickly became a famous whore, whose services became reserved for high paying clients. Farora loved it all. The luxury, the money, the sex. But she hated herself for it.
Between jobs Farora drank heavily and fell into a self destructive cycle. Her pimp, wealthy off the business she gave him, recognized the cycle. And as he had done dozens of times before, cashed in on her body for a few sessions more and left her in the street. She was a broken, hollow husk of her former self and she would have died there.
But that's not how the story ended this time. Autumnavia is a planet of spirits, and whether she liked it or not, her Succubus heritage linked her into that world. But it drew her into an even more dangerous rung of the underground. She was drawn in with the Renforcers. Hendrix was his name, and he was the leader of the cities Renforcers. Dirty, dangerous, foul creatures. The world despised them for what they were. Heartless. Hendrix didn't see a damsel in distress, a broken soul in need of saving. He saw a cheap sex object. And Farora was nursed back to health for that very purpose, and became his personal concubine. And she was back from the edge, though he wasn't exactly kind to her, the sex was good and the life style was acceptable. The Renforcers ran the underground with their brutal fury and practical magic, and Farora became Queen of the Underworld. She was feared due her connection to Hendrix, and nobody crossed her. But she didn't enjoy the authority, preferring to stay out of the public eye. Bored of the time between bedroom friction, Farora tried to turn once again to drinking, but Hendrix forbade it. He made sure it was out of her reach, and that she was watched when he wasn't around. Which was more often than not. And so, Farora found herself trapped in the gilded cage of underworld luxury. Though she tried to seduce her guards, they were wise enough to know the price of sleeping with the bosses wife.
And she began to hate Hendrix and the life she forced on him. She began to hate herself for the pleasure she took in being weak, in submitting to him. And she got good and pissed off. She started to stand up for herself for the first time in her life, motivated by hate. Such a strong voice, hate. And she listened to it, catching her husband off guard during sex. She slipped into her full Succubus form for the first time, and slashed him open with razor claws and teeth.
His hot blood on her naked body was liberation. Liberation from need of constant entertainment, from the need of sex, the need of a figure to guide her. Killing Hendrix had smashed every idea about herself she had believed over the years. From that stained bed rose a new being, baptized in the blood of her lover, her oppressor, the one she hated the most.
And in that moment, Revenge took her. She became one the strongest and most ruthless of his warriors, and quickly became a Vice Prophet.
She was very good at her job. Being a Steward of Hate meant she trained and recruited and weeded out the weak, which basically means sending them on assignments to die. Though loyal to Revenge and having undergone many of the Tainted Trials, her vices got the better of her. She was stripped of her rank and killed by Hate... But annoyed the Judges of Purgatory so much she came back.
Now there's a score to settle.
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