Totendanz (Plat)

Totendanz Macabre
Status
Race	S'Kra Mur
Gender	Female
Guild	Necromancer
Instance	Platinum
Relatives	Shvartzgonif, Shayddow, Kydosha, Shoshannah

Deity of Choice: Peri'el, or the World Dragon, worships both, but not favored by any.
Home: painted wooden shack around Gazit Lair, Grotto.
Cittenship: Velaka <Muspar'i>.

Appearance

You were born on the 35th day of the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Amber Phoenix, 360 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. You have a flexible ridged crest which follows the shape of your skull and slitted dark eyes, camouflage scales with a pale silver underbelly, a stubby tail and a lean figure.

You have a jade dragon painted across your forehead. Your right hip has a tattoo of a childish S'Kra Mur dancing amid a field of zombies.

You are wearing a variegated chain balaclava, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a bloodshot cambrinth eyeball, a burnished ruby stud, an enveloping pall of ragged black grogram, a blackened steel badge labeled "Beware the Hag!", a blackened boutonniere displaying a Death's Shadow lily, an opal pin dangling a sickly rainbow-hued aevanstone teardrop from a single silver link, some skeletal wings of bone-white ironwood shrouded in tattered cobwebs, a scarlet origami rose, a clockwork spider, a sapphires-encrusted brooch inlaid with brass in the pattern of a skull, a canvas sack, a rosewood light crossbow etched with dancing zombies, a "SEE MY POINT?" spear, a sturdy grey backpack with dark brown embroidery, a challis cassock brocaded with purplish black flames, a deep purple damask robe stitched with a repeating pattern of open eyes, some perfect firecat-skin leathers emblazzoned with a battle scene, an acid-etched iron knife with a leather-wrapped hilt, a wide cambrinth armband, some basilisk fang elbow blades, a shalswar-hide buckler, a blood-red sacrificial knife, some shalswar claw handwraps, some variegated chain gloves, a wine-colored garnet ring, an albredine crystal ring, a heavy platinum ring crafted to resemble a misshapen skull, a lustrous black pearl ring, a lumpy bundle, a black leather weapons belt crowded with scrimshaw scenes of the desert, an origami-paper envelope, a desiccated ur hhrki'izh bone spellbook case festooned with shamanic clusters of feathers, a lockpick ring, a medicine pouch made from the skull and hide of a cougar, a slender blued steel blade, an intricate gold-inlaid tailband set with a sinuous cambrinth dragon, some black velvet pants embroidered with dark red spirals, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, some kra'hei fang knee spikes, a cambrinth ankle cuff inlaid with garnet snakes to spell PERI'EL, some germish'din hide footwraps, and a calcified femur.

Backstory

A combination of the pursuit of knowledge, an unhealthy <for her> degree of curiousity about the forbidden arts of necromancy, and the desire to protect her people , specifically the S'Kra Mur of Muspar'i, from those arts led Totendanz to where she is today. Living on the edge of the knife, not daring to venture upon the path of the perverse, while unaware of any means of salvation from the path she has trod so far.

When she was but a child she came upon a book of magic and rituals that had belonged to her grandmother, which had slipped between the floorboards in the kitchen and was thought to be lost.She did not venture to ask her mother, a guilded barbarian, who despised all forms of magic. Somehow, even then, she had the feeling that she had to keep what she had learned secret, but it started her search for the truth. At first she only was able to ask questions of the priests of the local Temples - both that of Hav'roth and the Dragon Priests, but felt that there was something more that she was missing. That was kept hidden from her. And that was forbidden.And would answer the questions of life - and more importantly - why her grandmother had been burned.

An event which brought these questions to a head was her short marriage - which produced two children who were later taken in by an undisclosed relative when she left Muspar'i - and she does not know where they are for their own protection. Her spouse, a non-guilded teen like herself - had fallen ill and walked the starry road after visiting relatives to the west of the city. She later found out that it had been a disease carried by undead who had accompanied Lyras.

She wanted to find out more about this magic which had destoyed her beloved, in order to defeat Lyras and her minions by using her own magic against her -- but in order to be allowed to study, she had to first convince her grandfather, and the governing council of the second house, that she wanted to study magic to become a Warrior Mage.Her grandfather was fairly easy to convince, as he had recently started his studies himself, and was full of the enthusiasm of a novice. After her grandfather, the council was eventually persuaded, as they needed all the help they could get to keep Lyras distracted far away from their gates.

Eventually, she found what she was looking for after a visiting scholar named Zamidren Book came to town to meet at one of the local taverns. Although repelled by his distain for the deities, and temporarily misled by something she only calls "strange tapestries", she was inducted into the craft practiced by the Philosophers of the Knife.

Her goal of distracting and defeating Lyras was met when she, Divult, and one she only refers to as the "Blueberry" Philsopher were able to summon Maelshyve through a ritual which killed all three of them during its performance but had the desired effect.

After Lyras was gone, she had to figure out what to do with her life. She continues to practice the rituals of the philosophy, but has had many tribulations and trials along the way, among which the most important was the loss of her tail. She has heard rumors of an old man but has never met him.

She fears the red spiral, but hasn't figured out a way to prevent it from eventually taking her soul.