Ivonne

Alt of Joyeus

Arms trapped within thick clay, water rising about her body… Ivonne has quite abit to be concerned about.

Name: Ivonne Nyvet

Age: 47 years

Species: Dark Elf, Bracelet Bound

Height: 5'7 feet.

Weight: 129lbs

Appearance: By anyone’s humanoid-adjusted eyes, Ivonne can be considered a rather attractive example of the more feminine side of Dark Elf beauty. Young by the standards of her race, a rather controversial coupling between an Elf and a Feline companion resulted in her more humanoid ears and quite unusual yellow eyes, the prominent tattoo upon her left cheek was her own idea though, to her parental dismay. When it comes to dressing, Ivonne tends to adopt a relatively plain navy blue robe, complementing her hair and skintone.

Personality: Considering that she received a quite conventional upbringing, the rather pleasant and open attitude she developed stood her in good stead once she found herself bound to the rather nefarious magicks within the bracelet upon her arm. Not every demise she would meet was through the evil of others, after all.

Background: With her surprisingly normal early life as the only child of a most unusual pairing serving both too prepare Ivonne for the taunting received by the abnormal and just how minor differences need not obscure possible friendships, she found herself pressed out into the world with the aim not just to simply find herself a place in life, but one where she could help people, however that might be.

Originally, she had considered simply taking up the medical profession, yet a decided reluctance for the young woman to confront the horrors of the flesh ended that quite quickly. Instead, she flickered from job to job, trying cleaning, cooking, even a short try at blacksmithing before she settled into simply collecting and selling curiosities.

From the start it didn’t seem like a way of helping people at all, just making a slight profit from the trinkets and relieving people of space cluttering rubbish. After awhile though, one started to notice the sort of things which were discarded, and just how others might make use of them…

And with that information she started to sort what she received, rather than simply discarding it upon profit value. Of course, some of the trinkets weren’t too bad even by her opinion, and it was when she was clearing the abandoned home of a deceased magister-priest, that a quite fetching bracelet caught her attention.

It wasn’t anything especially rich, simply a placed band of metal inscribed with some rather wide runes, black etched into gold… Quite attractive, if she had to say. As such, it was one of the perks of the job, selecting a little something for herself to take home.

Her judgement could have proved better, as when she slid the wide bracelet down her arm, it locked itself into position, shaping against her flesh. Had Ivonne taken the time to investigate the mage whose home she was stripping of clutter, she might’ve noticed the magisters quite intense devotion to a certain cult.

Instead, Ivonne unwittingly sealed an invisible pact between herself and the dark entities she knew nothing of. It was only through dreams that she learned how her life was bound, and that rather than simply being a migratory soul through this plane, she would be tied to the vessel of flesh which was her body.

With that little knowledge it might seem like a relatively attractive deal, until she found out just what the bracelet had been for. It was always a hassle for sacrifices to be arranged, the requirement for a life to be snuffed out everytime creating problems with the local community. Instead, if it was the act of death rather than the loss of a soul that was wanted by the gods, why not simply re-use the soul in another body?

Of course, as Ivonne wasn’t exactly the average cult-member willing to sacrifice herself once a month, the beings in the dark beyond worked around that with a few rather unpleasant tricks of their own. As such, while Ivonne lived a relatively normal life… Every now and then she would meet a quite sudden stop, be it a knife in the back of an alley, the most unpleasant jaws of a ravishing werewolf, or coming too amid some of the cult’s more extended methods of sacrifice.

Ultimately, it wouldn’t change anything though, within the next week she’d awaken once again in her own bed, the bodily-death experiances locked away in her head, with all the traumatising memories intact and just waiting for her to stumble upon them.