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Lady

Varel

Growth in consciousness doesn't depend on the will of the intellect, or its possibilities, but on the intensity of the inner urge.

Freeform

Player: Dragonrider4000

Affiliations

Super Group

Black Sun Rising

Rank

Associate

· Other Affiliations ·

Identity

Real Name

Unknown

Aliases

The Magistrate

Birthdate

1777

Birthplace

Earth

Citizenship

UNTIL Citizen

Residence

Millenium City

Headquarters

Unknown

Occupation

Ex-Magistrate

Legal Status

UNTIL Registered

Marital Status

Single

· Known Relatives ·

Exiled

Physical Traits

Species

Warlock/Mistress Hybrid

Sub-Type

N/A

Manufacturer

N/A

Model

N/A

Ethnicity

N/A

Gender

Female

Apparent Age

237 years old

Height

6' 2" (187cm)

Weight

170 lbs (77Kg)

Body Type

Hair

Red

Eyes

Red

Skin

White

· Distinguishing Features ·

Wears heavy Kohl around the eyes

Powers & Abilities

· Known Powers ·

Able to wield magic, claim souls and spread poisons

· Equipment ·

Extreme Fashion Sense

· Other Abilities ·

Many and Varied

So who am I?

You’ve accessed this file so I feel it’s something you want to know. Truthfully, and I think the truth is something you want you have come through so many checks to get here after all… Truthfully, I don’t know who I am any more.

Born into two different worlds I was the hybrid child everyone wanted to pretend didn't exist. Half-cast, half-this… half everything… and never anything at all. So I tried to fit in, you have to in a world like that. You have to be what everyone else thought was normal, yet I had two views of normality. That’s no way to live.

Yet I did.

For over two hundred years I lived that life, finding a place amongst those that had judged me, as a judge. Oh irony. Indeed, more than just a judge, but the jury and the executioner as well. I was good at it, enjoyed it even. It was an escape. Because the people who I rid my world of were even more awkward and unwanted than I was. To remove them made me feel I’d found a home.

It was perfect.

Then he happened. My mother always warned me it was that way, how else would I have happened; the one stain on her existence. Yet I didn't, mother like daughter. He walked into my life, shook it up, made me question… In the end it destroyed my existence and led me here, to the life of an outcast. To this world with its myriad of people, weak laws and a strange view on my kind I never thought possible.

My name is Varel and I’m on the run, from well, everything.

UNLIKELY BEGINNINGS

There is not much to be said for the prospects of a hybrid in a world where so many races intermingle. The purity of each species was considered above reproach and to dirty the bloodlines with another... The idea was just unthinkable. Oh, it happened from time to time; yet the offspring were always treated with some suspicion or spirited away into secretive locations and never allowed out into polite society again. No family could bare the scandal. At least, no family that conformed to the old ways could.

Varel's was far from normal and she was raised in the scorching light of the public domain of her world. Each milestone of her life marked by increasing rhetoric or disdain from the others around her. A neglected child in many ways, lacking in friends through her early years and far too well burdened with those who would use her. It left her jaded about the nature of people and all too groomed for the role she was soon to take.

Even though she has left it behind her she still finds trust difficult. A difficulty only made worse by how seriously she was burnt by the one person she had allowed herself to trust. The one person her mother had always advised her that she shouldn't. Yet there is still room in her heart for more, if someone were to reach out it is likely she would respond. It would only take the right person.

FAMILY

Mother

Inquisitor

Name: Kaena
Age: 503 Years

History

There are few who know of her beginnings and Kaena works had to keep it that way. In her profession there is no need to stand on family values and family pride, a boon to someone who's parents met with an all too curious a fate. Free from their, interference, Kaena made quite a name for herself and all seemed quite perfect for her. It is unclear when she and Theramus met but their attraction was immediate and far reaching. Her career was shaken by her unusual choice of partner but still remains sturdy.

Father

Warlock of the Inner Council

Name: Theramus
Age: 462 Years

History

Born during the later reformation of his world he was always considered a radical. A child of unusual parents himself he relates to Varel's plight, at least in part. Unable to truly move past his calling his studies fill his time more than devotion to his lover or his daughter. Some often remark on how surprising it was that Varel came into existence at all. However, underneath his apparent distraction lies a doting father who is simply unable, or unwilling, to show his true care. His meddling may be one of the main reasons his daughter is still free.

Sister

Warlock of the Inner Council

Name: Angelita
Age: 372 Years

History

The elder sister of Varel she is somewhat cold to her half-sister, an understandable reaction when relations between the different species are strained at best.. A taboo at worst. She views her sister as a stain on her otherwise flawless lifestyle and finds her current predicament both hilarious and a possible way to rid herself of that stain. A true future problem should she ever find Varel.

EXILE

Stuff here too.

The Case of the Enchanted Skull

"What does it do?" The officer asks, the name escapes her, and not for the first time that evening Varel misses Andrews. He never asked incessant questions.

"I don't know."

"What is it for?"

"I don't know that either," she replies with a sigh, not turning to look at the police officer behind her. Varel's gaze instead stays focused on the skull before her. Her brow furrowing as she can almost sense the man opening his mouth to ask another asinine question, "I can't know these things after only being here a few moments. I am not the one who set this up and there is much to be done before I can give you any conclusive answers, and that's what you want isn't it. Conclusive answers?"

"You're meant to be the expert." Varel can't help but feel he sounds defensive and petulant, so like a child. She wonders if she ever sounded like that at his age, she supposed she must have.

"I am yes, so let me do my job." she grinds out, her tone overly cool as she prepares another spell to battle the ones before her. Her own power flows out to create runes of her own in the air. Their colour is softer and less sickly than those that surround the engraved skull, a visual tell to the meaning behind such magics. They tell her that the skull is dark indeed and whatever ritual it is for, cannot be good.

"I don't see that the harm is, it's just a skull," the officer gripes and he steps closer.

Varel barely sees his arm before he is reaching over the edge of the circle to pick up the ominous piece. His skin runs over the engraving as he picks it up and the outpouring of malevolence is immediate.

The carvings stretch out to consume the man, racing over his flesh to mark him to match the skull, the screams of pain calling the other police on duty over to help. Yet there is nothing to be done.

Not even Varel can free him from the skull's grip as it eats into his flesh and consumes him. Every ounce of energy that once was he lost into that bottomless, dark pit. For a moment it hangs in the air where he had once stood before collapsing to the ground as the glow fades. Not a trace of the man remains.

"What was that?" Another nameless face she doesn't care to know asks and she sighs. Some days Varel wonders if she is getting too old for this.

"That was an idiot. If anyone cares to join him they can pick up the skull."

HIDDEN HOME

The one dimension that has hidden her the longest is the one inhabited by the heroes known as 'The Champions'. This universe has become a nexus point for creatures of more than one realm and in this great diversity she has become just one among the many. Her talents have found other uses than evading her captors, and she has returned to hew old pastime of tracking down the criminal underbelly of the place she now calls home.

Working as a Liason Officer with the Millenium City Police Department she helps this still relatively underfunded force counteract the magical forces at work in their city. Summoning gone wrong; they call Varel.

TROPES

General

Older Than they Look - It's impolite to ask a young lady's age after all.
Long Lived - It's mortal Jim, just not as we know it.
Run or Die - Her indeed, because...
You Can't go Home Again - An exile with a price on her head. Need I say more?
Occult Detective - Varel works for the MCPD as part of their occult crime department. A Detective after a fashion but freelance.

Characteristics

Femme Fatale - Taking it literally for over two hundred years.
Well Intentioned Extremist - Certainly an anti-villain, perhaps more of a recovering villain. She once worked for bad side but now works for the good. Mostly.
Red Eyes Take Warning - Not her fault, she was just born that way.
Marked Change - Because glowing runic tattoos are cool when needed.

Impossibly Cool Clothes - A battle is no reason to not wear what you like. It's clothing she finds cool at least.
Raven Hair Ivory Skin - Though Varel does rather nifty things with her hair.

Personality

Love Hurts - Love got her into this mess, and it certainly won't get her out. Yet her heart is not as guarded as she would like.
[1] Deadpan Snarker ] - Sarcasm is one of her favourite pastimes.

Powers

Oh dear where to begin...

Magic is Mental - Handwaving, mental discipline and a brain... Check.
Magical Gesture - Because it just emphasises a point so well.
Geometric Magic - It just looks so pretty...
Functional Magic - Everything should have rules.

Let's just say this is a selection and move on.

Morality

Chaotic Neutral - I am sure Freud would have a field day, but in this case she is a solid Type 4 Chaotic Neutral.

MISC