"If I Had A Heart"
The Harpy Queen
Bloodroot Tribe Beta
(Second in Command)
Matriarch of Red-Tail Harpies
(Bloodroot Elite Berserker Raiders)
Red-Tail Villiage Chief
Age: 52 Height: 6'4
Race: Enirri Weight: 180 lb
Breeder Appraiser
Detainee Overseer
Disciplinarian
Sleuth
Faith based Meditation
Sigel Experimentation Dice Games of Chance
Horseback Riding
Realm Exploration Carnal Knowledge
Master Slingshot
Ivory Carving Tracking
Around the boastful age of 23, Isha believed herself, like many fledgling Bloodroot’s to be invincible. In believing as such,
as she took it upon herself to join a fleet of youthful Bloodroot Sisters and their Satyr companions to “Brave the Wild.” In doing so,
it led to a lot of exploits, with a vast number of them leading to disaster. However, she learned many things in her travels to
include witnessing and surviving the various chaotic elements transpired by The Winding. Some of the journeys took years to venture
and often lead the party to witness how the world could change outside the safety of the Ward Stones. They aged and grew young, and
watched how trees defied gravity in their slowed falls, while even seeing snails sprint across rotting logs and seeds sprout to bloom
within minutes. They were even unlucky in crossing paths with ancient predators, with monstrous strengths, thanks to The Wood’s
provision in long lives, savagely attacked. As shocked as they were, during the fights, they witnessed the Green’s blessings upon
the Bloodroots, that of Battle, Strength and Rage. Among them, enabled the select few to become One with the Green, in mastering
their Tribe’s Berserker attunements.
Isha herself? Found herself blessed with something more… something that she could never describe properly. But with it, she
was opened to a new perspective, one that set her apart from her Sister’s. Keeping this to herself, the travel party eventually
returned home, the Jagged Mountains. Here, they were welcomed in massive celebration that lasted for nearly a week. The travel
party told their stories, and shared their new knowledge of the world and the Green and her many wonders and terrors. Through
doing so, they were brought before the Tribe’s Chieftain, a wise and powerfully rugged woman who was approaching her 100th year
of life. In her personal review of these survivors, she granted them a new title that set them apart from any other force within
the Tribe. That of the Red-tail Harpy Clan, the Bloodroot Elite Berserker Raiders. Though the Matriarch’s direction, a series of
competitions where held, all to rule out who would become the Red-Tail’s Matriarch, and the new Second in Command of the Bloodroot
Tribe. Unknown to Isha, with her new and still largely unknown ‘blessing’, did more than that… by the end of it all, she was the
last one still standing… and that scared people.
From that day on Isha lead her life as a superior, yet loyal, Bloodroot Enirii. Crude and harsh, but calculatedly compassionate
to her kin. She did her part in raising the new arrivals, preparing them for their lives in victory and in honor of their ways, and in
doing so, created a village of her own. A place to return to in between their nomadic travels, where they raided the rest of the
Shrouded Wood’s inhabitants to collect anything and everything that their kin would ever need to thrive. When she’s not traveling
with the Riders, she does take time to roam the realm on her own for some peace of mind. Over the years she had learned to fine tune
this secret gift of hers, doing so allowed her to take meditative rests so that she could truly receive messages that the Green wished
for her to know. Among those many whisperings? Involved experimenting Blood Sigil Magic. A practice that she keeps to herself and uses
only when she has foreseen it. Surly, even one such as her, could never question The Green God.
Motto Displine
"Fear our might." Battle, Strength, Rage
Sacred Colors Sacred Animal
Red Ghor
Home Totem
The Rugged Mountains, Runic warpaint
west of the Great Lake
Armed with a dangerous fearlessness, aggression, and being as strong as the Satyrs, Bloodroot Enirii are hunters and
warriors first and foremost. Thrilled by danger, they hunt and eat dangerous carnivores to prove themselves as top predators
in order to be one with the Green. Peace means stagnation, and death for there must always be the struggle to be the most
powerful of all.
Upon coming of age, both Enirii and Satyrs undertake a rite of passage: alone while minimally armed, they hunt their
chosen beast. With its head, are allowed return for honor and the right to bare their tribal mark as an adult. Failure is
met with savagery, or they do not survive facing their beast. This results in small populations in villages, and frequent
infighting doesn’t make matters better. Other tribes welcome this notion, as fear the consciences of a united Bloodroot tribe.
Bloodroots often run raid other tribes for food, resources, and captives. Barring outrageous ransoms, captives become
slaves as prized commodity for breeding or labor. Bloodroots regard labor beneath them, and favor hunting over farming.
Architecture is primitive and tools are meager. Weapons and totems crafting is where they make an effort, for these are
cherished. The bigger and more savage, the better, and can also be used to decorate their homes and themselves.
They favor a savory, spicy meals, involving locally grown tough, eye watering spicy tubers, while hunting brings
home meat. Protein quality nor flavor matters little, but since they regularly eat tangy and stringy meat from dangerous
predators. Nothing from the hunt go to waste, be it muscle, bone or sinew.
When Bloodroots court, it is through a challenge to a fight, which appears to be vicious. Trusting in their regenerative
abilities, they flaunt their strength, ferocity and battle skills to each other. Sex itself is equally rough, with each partner
trying to dominate the other in a ferocious manner, often leaving bruises, bite and gouges. Mating is pleasurable with a vast
measure of pain, and rarely go unnoticed by the village. Larger Bloodroot villages have an arena for entertainment and training.
Some even as a public mating ground. It’s also the place to let out one’s anger and frustration.
Bloodroots have relatively poor magical skill, but they are quite infamous for their runes. They bind magical powers
within runic tattoos, and are able to create binding glyphs that can render an individual’s powers inert. This is most helpful
in maintaining slaves.
We embody the true essence of the Green: Strength and Ferocity. We are the queens of the wild, ferocious and unyielding.
Our satyrs are the embodiment of the feral, savage power of the Green. It is the will of the Green powerful offspring are provided
as vastly possible. We take what we want, whenever we want it. Nothing can stand in our way. The Green gifts us with the strongest
and most powerful young, proving that our way is the best. We are the rightful rulers of the forest and the masters of all its
beasts. We are not afraid to prove our strength and endurance. Those who stand in our way will be crushed. All other tribes
should follow our creed, for their views are skewed. Satyrs and Enirii of other tribes must be led back on the true path that
the Green has laid out for them. Those who are either unwilling or unworthy to join us can only serve as slaves.
Bloodroot see those who do not follow their creed as inferior, which limits trade with other tribes. Diplomatic meetings
are held at arm’s length, but the Bloodroots hardly mind this much, especially since diplomacy seems a huge waste of time to
them. Why solve things with words if you can just take things by force? The most contact Bloodroots have with other tribes is
the stray hunting party that happens upon pilgrims who intend to visit holy sites that lie within Bloodroot territory.
- Capable of procreating with most denizens of the forest, Isha still prefers to collect and condition new Breeding Stock to
act in her stead. What miserable soul has managed to be dragged into the Second in Command's Personal Tent? Will they meet her
standards? Or become a future meal?
- Isha has set out to Scout new Territory for future Raids, and has found herself away from her home in some strange new
lands... with plenty of spoils for the taking. Will someone convince her not to return with a Hoard of Bloodroot Raiders? Good
luck with negotiating...
- Individuals with diplomacy skills have somehow managed to convince a Berserker to spend a few days as a guest. One or More
of the adults present try their hand at seducing an Amazon in hopes to change her mind about making them the next Raider Party target.
- The tribes are fed up with the pillaging, and have sent someone/s in order to tempt the Raider Matriarch to consider
options. Maybe they have some seduction for persuasion? Maybe Isha might end up having a meal instead.
- The Harpy Queen likes what she sees in you, regardless of your sex, she has access to some unique sigils to ensure someone
gets pregnant. And she doesn’t look like she’s ready to put on a maternity dress anytime soon~
- A coming of age Isha has set out on her Rite of Passage. She has been tasked with hunting down and bringing back the head
of a particular monster. Success is the only option, or she faces banishment, or worse.
- There seems to be a Detainee who has refused to comply with their initiation into servitude. Fed up, they've been sent for
training by one of the most scornful Conditioners. This is their last chance for survival.
- Isha has let her guard down while scouting the lands for hew spoils. While setting up camp, a creature of the forest, rare
creatures from outside the forest, or even a fellow Enirii arrives unannounced.
- A beast has been seen stealing from the broodmare huts. Our Raider sets out, with fellow trackers to seek this pest out.
Nothing makes you feel alive like capturing or slaughtering a Monster!
- The Harpy Queen has been caught off guard while at home or in a Raid! Who was cunning enough to trick a Bloodroot? Better
hope those chains keep her contained.
- Bloodroots consider hand to hand combat as part of foreplay. Are you brave enough to challenge the Commander of the Harpy
Raiders? Is it worth injury, or worse?
- The raiders have arrived to your village/town and they’re taking everything, including prisoners! Are you going to face them
off? Or are you one of the detainees?
- A Bloodroot Commander has become tired of the rough and tumble world and has sought out an exotic specimen for the night, out
of aggressive curiosity.
- Isha is on the quest for new magical avenues. She either approaches you for services or a product, or she steals you away as
her personal pet Wizard/Witch.
- Isha has been sent to study the customs of a particular group of people. Who is brave enough to introduce the Berserker to
the ways of their people?
- Leadership is hard learned in the Ranks of the Bloodroot Raiders. Someone has decided to challenge Isha for the right to be
Second in Command...
- Sometimes a hunt doesn’t go according to plan, and Isha is in way over her head, or another creature from the woods interrupts
the hunt.
- Isha has received a vision from The Green and has been given the details on a new Rune or Blood Sigel, and she can't wait to
test it out.
- Someone has forced Isha's hand to utilize a magical restraining sigil. Pray to The Green that her temper can be contained
for their safety.
- A Harpy Raider has decided to talk back to their superiors, looks like the Commander is coming to put you in your place…
- Isha has some steam to blow off in the spar grounds, you were the unlucky one she picked to be the punching bag.
- The Berserker is in a rare mood for carnal knowledge, hope you remembered to hydrate and wrote your will…
- A new Tribe has decided to attack the Bloodroot village! In the middle of the raid Isha comes across...
- A new tribe has been founded, time to investigate, and scout ahead for worthy spoils...
- The Raiders have returned, arms full of spoils! Time to pay homage to The Green and Party!
- Explorers are seeking to exploit the Enirii and their vibrant land. Who will come out on top?
- A young Bloodroot has sought some combat training from their favorite mentor.
- Some poor bastard thinks they have what it takes to impregnate a Bloodroot...
2020-04-13 - 16:50:41 - Library - Auris found herself in unplanned company by the Rider, when the warrior showed up in the caverns out of nowhere, and unannounced. It seems that this isn't the first thime that these two have met, and it likely won't be the last.
2023-06-26 - 16:19:28 - Library - Prisola
OOC
Ok, Isha is available for RP now.
Just a couple of quick notes before approaching me, if you don't mind?
1. I reserve the right to say no.
2. Isha is a War Lord who has better things to do than just let anyone attempt a mating,
meaning you have to appeal to her in some manner. What do you think a Woman who's
suvived a hard life really wants? Pretty much whatever she takes for herself. If she
wants you? She will easily make that apparant. Don't chase her.
More to come later.
Isha, is one who has fallen victim to an Evil Woman's :
The Setting has introduced by SugarySweetAlts, influenced from Galbuscho and others
from HF. Send Shrouded_Woods a Pub or PM if you'd like to be involved. Other SL RPers
are Auris of the Dimlight Tribe, and Hirumaa of the Nightshade Tribe.
TLDR? I'm not Sugary.