Cote

Cote Rudel
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Status	Active
Race	Prydaen
Gender	Female
Guild	Empath
Instance	Prime

Cote Rudel (formerly Adh'mor)

Race: Prydaen

Guild: Empath

Title Entangled Cote, Blood Warrior of Velaka

Deity: Eylhaar

Relationship Status: Married to Morkim D'Morez and Senthic Heru'Armiarma

Physical Description

Cote a round face with a mask of thorned vines covered in vibrant blooms painted across the face, ears accented by a pair of jade earrings carved into ivy leaves, mischievous cat-slitted violet eyes and a whiskered nose.  Her dark brown mane is long and curly, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a lustrous iera vine heavy with velvet blossoms tinted the color of fresh blood.  She has glittered sandy fur, a slender tail and a blooming mapha vine twining a colorful inflorescence of moth orchids to climb an athletic figure. She is petite for a Prydaen. An iridescent opal shaped like a tiny alfar avenger rests on her forehead, just above her eyes. Her facial fur is decorated with wispy tendrils of silversteel wire dotted with pale green svelae, creating fern-like arabesques that curl around her left eye before ending in a bevy of small spirals on her cheekbone. Her left hip has a tattoo of an intricate weeping willow tinged in verdant hues along its sweeping branches.

Avatar created by Damiza at Kirin Artistry

Wearing: Cote is wearing an exquisite aldamdin stud hung with a zoetia jackal, a simple silken cord dangling a skull and crossbone ring, a burnt umber collar stamped with vines and sporting a small kadepa tag, a sweeping dendritic cloak of living vines strewn with small Desert Scorpion blossoms, a moss-hued corset of tangled deathfiber vines cupping a jackal's heart pearl, an interlaced copper and gold raaho resembling braided twigs, a black gold wedding ring depicting sea creatures entwining around a Drogor's Wrath sapphire and a billowy grey deathfiber skirt elaborately embroidered with vela'tohr blooms.

Special Alterations

• a burnt umber collar stamped with vines and sporting a small kadepa tag
  • Emerald chips accent the dark brown leather of the collar, which has been hand-tooled into a pattern of twining vines and leaves. Miniature flowers fashioned from several pieces of zoetia are interspersed among the vines, the fossilized vela'tohr nectar showing off its variety of colors and debris. A snug fit around the wearer's neck ensures the starburst of kadepa stays centered in place. A burnt umber collar reads: "If found, please return to Morkim."

• a zoetia-clasped backpack crafted from a twisted mass of vela'tohr vines
  • Verdant marblesilk is ingeniously cut, coiled, and formed into long vines that interlock together to create the artful shape of this container. Dotted amongst the tangle are well-preserved flowers directly from the plant itself, splashing color across the bag. Blood-red, to fiery scarlet, to pale grey flowers pop against the green of the vines, petals open in full bloom to showcase their beauty. At the flap, a clasp of zoetia is carved to resemble an alfar warrior, looking somehow somewhat harried.

• an interlaced copper and gold raaho resembling braided twigs
  • Two bands of aged copper twist around one of burnished gold, the interior smoothed for comfort. The patina on the outer bands lends a bark-like appearance to the metal, giving the impression of sunlight cradled by branches.

• a black gold wedding ring depicting sea creatures entwining around a Drogor's Wrath sapphire
  • Two monstrous sea serpents create the undulating shape of the band, their tails wound together as they face opposite directions. A thick, thorny vine further binds them as it spirals around the creatures in a convoluted pattern. At the center of the ring, the fanged jaws of the beasts gape wide to form an opening designed to clutch a single gem between them. Set into the ring is a Drogor's Wrath sapphire.

• an etched silversteel scimitar with a greenheart hilt
  • The greenheart hilt of the scimitar has been exquisitely carved to resemble the tendrils of a vela'tohr plant wrapping up the blade, while still allowing the wielder a comfortable and secure grip. Etched into the metal, a small Prydaen woman sits and leans against her stalwart alfar companion in relaxation.

• a lion tamer's glitvire-handled whip with a darkly glittering diamond-hide lash
  • Contoured to fit the holder's grip, the short handle is made of extremely beautiful wood with an intricately whorled grain, its dark, satiny finish variegated by green and purple reflective flecks formed by tiny, crystallized traces of sap. The long, flexible lash has a sparkled tone and is dyed a rich obsidian hue, plaited from very tough and durable leather that tapers to a narrow fall. Tied to the end of the whip is a cracker made from a fine silk fabric woven with tyrium glitter-spun threads.
• a moss-hued corset of tangled deathfiber vines cupping a jackal's heart pearl
  • A sheer mesh is used as the base of this garment, allowing the unevenly dyed tendrils to comprise the structure.  Lifelike verdurous vines of deathfiber are lined with silk and wrap strategically around the wearer to create the appearance of being entangled within a vela'tohr thicket.  Accentuating the plunging neckline, a solitary ebon jackal's heart pearl is set into a dendritic brooch, held firmly in the coiling grasp of the fabric to nestle against the decolletage when worn.
• a billowy grey deathfiber skirt elaborately embroidered with vela'tohr blooms
  • Made to drape in graceful folds from low on the hips, the mottled fabric rests upon an underlayer of mistsilk, the smoky hues like mists at dusk drifting down to the jagged edges of a handkerchief hem.  Vibrant verdant vines of silk encircle the waistband before sending tendrils downward in looping tangles, sprouting a horde of silvery leaves entwined by flowers in a kaleidoscopic array of colors.  Nestled amid the riot of verdure, a pair of ebon jackal's heart pearls glint darkly like watchful eyes.
• a provocative shadesatin gown with a diaphanous bloodlace overlay
  • Resembling a dense tangle of vines, vibrantly verdant fabric is artfully twisted and interwoven to embrace the wearer's body.  A fall of dark silver bloodlace accents the tendril-like gown, lending an ethereal feel to the garment as the strands shift and flutter with every move.  The asymmetric neckline is glittered with flecks of anlora-avtoma, as though brushed with starlight, and a striking forest's heart garnet sculpted to represent a vela'tohr bloom gathers the gown in a neat ruche low on the hip.

History and Personality

• Cote was raised by her parents outside of Muspar'i, who wanted her to learn the ways of the world while still learning enough of the Prydaen culture to be proud of her past.

• Her best friend, a Halfling boy named Genrill, and her wrought mischief within and without the walls of Muspar'i. At 16, however, they wandered too far into Gam Chaga territory, and Cote watched, helpless, as Genrill was killed by one of the beasties.

• Cote determined after this to learn how to take care of herself and others. She traveled south with a band of gypsies, and found herself in Crossings.

• On her first few nights in the new city, she sought refuge under the vela'tohr plant in the Temple. IT has given her comfort ever since, and she honors it as much as she can.

• After much thought, she joined the Empaths' Guild. She has worked since to be self-sufficient as well as present for healing...most everyone in need.

• She is impulsive, impatient, and very careful about who she cares about. But she is also extremely loyal, fun-loving, and determined. Hopefully that evens things out.

• She was married to Derhael, most notably, and had kept that bond throughout the years since he's been gone. She swore she'd never love again...now she has two wonderful new husbands.

• Her Prydaen roots have led her down the path of Battle Empathing, though she had to trade fresh blood for piles of rubble. Ah, compromise.

• Cote has one single pet for herself: a streaked pink piglet named Trotsky. He wears a slender goldweave collar with a fine silversteel buckle and a royal blue camlet vest with scarlet emerald buttons, and Cote would defend him to the death. She does also share a staghound named Malcolm with her husbands, but that good boy stays at home.

I am no one to know what love is, but passion...passion is a friend to me in the darkest of times.

Guardian Spirit

Ipomoea, a harried-looking alfar warrior covered in flowering vines.

Vines coil around the alfar's slender body, the tangle of dark green foliage a stark contrast against its pale skin and pitch-black armor. The flora extends even to its long, dark braid, and a proliferation of tiny violet flowers decorates the expanse of ivy and greenery. Sharp jade eyes seem to constantly seek out its charge, watching for any trouble they might encounter. Though the warrior gives the impression of looking eternally beleaguered, a soft smile of endearment often tugs at its angular face.