Serivel

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Seri'vel Lumari is a gentle, shy elf who carries a large spear. Lost from her home lands, or more accurately, her home world, she is a mother, a healer and a deeply loyal friend to those who find her. Seri is a woman ready and willing to give all, even her life for her 'family.' Family being anyone she cares for.

She's very much the shy type. She's often found off on her own in a room, gazing longingly out.. she's often very lonely, but is too scared to do much about it. She longs to be with someone in the strange world she'd found herself in.

A simple Priestess to the Goddess of the Suffering, Seri is prone to vanishing for a day or so a week before returning later, drained and bloody, but joyous.


General Statistics
Name: Seri'vel Lumari
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 91.2lbs
Race: Elf
Skin: Oil treated, soft, moon-pale pink
Eyes: Dark Emerald
Hair: Crimson/red-brown - shoulder length.

~Ability Scores~
Strength: 11
Constitution: 9
Dexterity: 18
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 12
Charisma: 17
Health: 47





Chat Room Statuses

OOC: Go ahead and whisper or chat, but I'm really not looking for an RP at the moment.
Prey: Seri's particularly vulnerable for one reason or another. (Please no grab-n'-golmps.)
Pred: Seri is hungry and on the hunt.. maybe something spit-roasted or baked.
LFRP: Open for RP, go ahead and stay hi!
DND: Kinda in and out, or in an intense RP. Go ahead and say hi, just don't expect a response right away.




Armor and Equipment
Seri has very little to her name in ownership, most of which she was given or had to find on her own.

Armor/Cloths:
+ White cotton tabard - A simple cotton garment that slips down over the head. It extends to and narrows twords the knees and is open on both sides. It offers little to no armor, let alone physical coverage.
+ Crimson silk sash - A simple silk sash tied on the waist. No armor value, used by Seri to hold her tabard closed.


Weapons:
+ Summoned: Spear~ 5'6" spear= 4'2" oak shaft, 1'4" metal tip (Metal type unknown) - Wood-peg construction, wrapped leather around the tip to help protect and maintain the connection between head and shaft. Blade is rounded, razor sharp and glows a soft blue.

Jewelry:
+ Hand of the Lady - Holy Symbol - Leather strap necklace with a wooden white woman's hand on the end, red string around the wrist.
+ Gold ring: A simple gold band ring with a kitsune etched into it.

Misc Items:
+ Spell Book - An old leather-bound tome covered in runes with a leather shoulder-strap. Unknown original owner. Appears ancient.
+ Music CD - "Music of the World", Seri thinks it has a tribe of little orc inside. She keeps it on an old boot-lace around her neck.



~Spell Info~
Seri may be a healer, but she also has limited training in the arcane. Seri've knows two or three attack spells, as well as a few learned through her Order. She is not warrior though, so although she could be a very intimidating opponent in the mind, her skill in battle will very.

Offensive Spells:
+Flame Bolt - can throw fireballs (1D6 Fire damage)
+Projected Barrier - Can ether project the Barrier forward to strike an enemy, or hold a barrier before the caster while they move (Ether 2d8 physical damage when projected, or must be able to concentrate to maintain).
+Hands of Faith - Charges the caster's hands with Divine energy, inflicting extra damage with each punch. (1D4 holy damage, +1 damage per uninterrupted strike after)

Defensive Spells:
+Flash - Blinds the caster for 1 minute.
+Sound Blast - All people in 15ft are deaf for 1 minute.

Misc Spells:
+Shape Change - Caster can take the form of another creature, but must have come into contact with said creature.
+Shrink - Shrinks target.
+Herbal Growth - Creates a plant of the caster's choosing. Must have had contact with said plant.

Healing Spells:
+Lay on Hands - Powerful direct healing, can only be used once per rest (Sleep).
+Intervention - Heals multiple people, but is not too strong.
+Mend - A spell that heals a being over a period of time. (Healer must maintain contact and concentration.)






Appearance

She's not intimidating to look at, standing no more than five-foot three with shoulder-length crimson brown hair, and deep emerald eyes, she seems to hide within herself, hiding in her hair and look away as most people approach her. She's such a pretty face. A little rounded compared to the common elf's long sharp build, her features are very soft, her smile shining with the tiny dimples at the corners. Her light freckles high-lighted in her moon-light pink skin is framed in her face. Her emerald, almond-shaped eyes are brilliant with life, which shows her true energy, suppressed behind an unspoken fear in their corners.

She keeps adjusting her tabard, hiding her body as much as the scant bit of cloth can. Her body is lovely. She's a small, skinny girl with moon-pale pink skin, smooth. It must have been oil-treated for years to be so fine a pelt. It's a shame she tries to hide it.


When unhidden, one finds themselves a treat for the senses. Not too skinny, not to heavy, she is a very healthy young woman. Toned shapely legs, petite hands and feet, shapely hips, firm bottom and a smooth belly. Her fully bust, not to large, but not too small, C-cup breasts with pert pink nipples, a feast for the eyes. Seri's naked form is truly beautiful. But something is wrong... she's not perfect in any sense.

So many scars. Her back from shoulders to the bottom of her bottom is covered in dozens of whip-scars. Deep, harsh. Cuts along her shoulders and sides along her ribs that were clearly thought-out and intent to inflict pain. There is almost no room for the small tattoo of her Holy Symbol (see Equipment>Jewelry) on her left shoulder. Even her face has a scar. It starts under her chin and runs along her left jaw up to her ear-lobe. Branded on both thighs with symbols that are unknown in any other world, she often sits with her legs tucked to her chest to hide them. Someone wanted this woman marked, and they wanted her to suffer. It's hard to imagine it against someone so kind and dear.





Faith/Religion
~Habits and Tendencies~
Seri herself is a member of the Order of the Crying Goddess. A cult of women who strive to aid and heal the wounded or less fortunate. Guardians of life, personal passion, family and children, the Order had existed for centuries unchallenged and untested by the people they served and loved. None had really seen a reason to do so. For the clergy, it is a strict life of hidden passions, study, prayer, love, personal energies and sacrifice - sacrifices of personal energy and of blood. Once every twenty years, a member of the faith is chosen to have the highest honor, to be a living sacrifice and join the Goddess as a saint.

Sexuality is very much a part of her order, though more an undertone than a focus. Sexuality expressed energy, joy, the creation of life and a sharing of body and soul. It is more a tool for the trade than something to be used for personal pleasure. Some level of sexual training is required by serious practitioners of those who choose to be members of the Clergy, but it is not required to be of the faith.

~Living Sacrifice~
A Saint never truly dies in the sacrifice, but is rather fed to a large plant, a flower that takes a living humanoid being as a symbiotic core. The sacrifice steps into the center and sits on a large pillow-like petal in the center of the flower, then the outer petals close around her. The massive bulb then submerges, taking the woman with it.

Within the bulb, the sacrifice finds herself entangled in a mesh of vines, holding the woman in a balled sitting position. As the chamber fills with a liquid, the sacrifice is put into a deep sleep by a neurotoxin in the liquid. Barbs dig into the woman's skin that, injecting a antibody that acts as a powerful stimulant to the pleasure centers of the brain, ensuring a passive and wanting host. The antibody also stimulates regeneration and blood-flow, the wanting, intense being in the center of the plant a living heat-battery, providing the plant with energy and life as it allows her intense unending pleasure and near immortality in a perpetual sleep.

After one-hundred years of submersion, the flower sprouts a sapling, eventually growing into a tree that appears the same as a maple, but flowers into blossoms every decade for a single day.

~Politics~
The order on Seri's home-world has long been outlawed by the nation of her birth. The new leadership of their nation did not approve of the faith's combination of fanatical devotion, blood-sacrifice, sexual freedom and female empowerment - a topic that is often in debate in cultures regardless of dimension and world. The Order of the Crying Goddess was driven from the capital city, but was not extinguished, existing in secret in multiple other cities, villages and nature-shrines.

Not all the world is so harsh on the Order, and it is practiced, even welcomed in many other parts of Seri's home world. It would be easy for them to retreat from the nation of persecution, but it is also the land on which the Goddess had lived when mortal, and the order had been founded. They would not abandon it so simply.




Seri'vel's Personal History
Her history is a twisted mess, though it really didn't start until the outlawing of her faith. At a young age, her parents had been faithful to the church, and Seri'vel was almost raised within the temples of the Order. When coming of age, she was allowed to join the faith as a Sister of the Hand, an entry-level to the clergy. She grew, she prayed, she trained and practiced her studies until she was granted the honor of being made a Priestess.

Once a priestess, Seri'vel's days became filled with prayers, blessings, mending wounds, teaching and tending children, advanced training - which included basic and advanced sexual techniques - and great joy. Eventually she was able to accept her greatest honor, she had been asked to be a Blessed Woman: in essence, she had been asked to have a child of her own.

She had been so frightened at first. It was expected of her to find a mate and conceive within a year. It was a daunting task, but one she completed just within the allowed time. Seri and her new husband had a daughter, Olivia Lumari.

Olivia became Seri's world. She slept, breathed and lived by their child's side and raised her in the ways of the order... and they were blissful for some time, but the strain of being mated to a Priestess of the Crying Goddess, Goddess of Suffering, Matron of Children, was too much for her husband, and he eventually left Serivel and Olivia for another woman. They were crushed, Seri and Olivia, but life moved on. Olivia was soon to come of age, and like her mother at that age, longed to join the faith.

It was at this point that their lives turned to horror. Within a year of Olivia being accepted to be a Sister of the Hand, the Order was outlawed literally over night. Within hours of the proclamation, the Order found themselves under attack by the military force of their nation. Every temple within the capital city was sacked and burned, any clergy that was not cut down, even in their sleep, was taken captive as heretics and harlots. This included Seri and her child. They were taken prisoner from the High Temple along side five others.

They could only watch as each of their sisters were tortured to death or executed publicly. They were both tortured themselves, but never so much as the others. As perhaps a display to anyone who would resurrect their faith in the city, the mother-daughter pair were brought before the city center and humiliated. Then, as the crowd watched, Seri was forced to endure the sight of her own child being brutally tortured to death before being beaten to near death herself.

Before Seri could be executed in the streets, a riot erupted over the display. The stage was over-run, the guards were over-powered, and before a counter could be launched, Seri'vel and the body of her child were rushed away.

When Seri was conscious, physically capable of handling the stress or not, Seri'vel saw to the funeral of her child in the Goddess's way. This had no small effect on her, mentally or emotionally. She'd become quiet, sad and reclusive. The surviving High Priestess of the Order personally took Seri'vel into her ranks in attempt to mend the girl's broken heart, but it never truly seemed to mend.

They spent the next many years helping any who still had the faith in the land continue to worship, or escape to other countries where their religion wasn't considered a criminal act. Years passed, the shy, frightened woman began to recover, but always suffering pain from persecution, being hunted, sometimes captured and beaten, only to be rescued and it all start again.

Seri was eventually chosen by the Council of Blood, the leading body of her order, headed by the High Priestess who'd taken her in, to receive the highest honor any member of her order could have, to be a living sacrifice and become a saint of the order. She became torn. She'd been unable to help any in the High Temple when it was attacked, and was helpless to protect Olivia, her most dear and precious child. She was shocked, and wasn't entirely sure she wanted the honor, or deserved it, but she would accept none the less.

The Ceremony was held on the edge of the Silent Wood, a forest of black-barked trees on the edge of her home nation, as her only request was to be let to rest in her homeland. Dressed in little more than a silk belt and a tabard, she was lead by candle-lit vigil to where her sacrifice would be held, but the procession never made it to the ceremony site. They were not attacked, at least not traditionally. They'd simply run-fowl of a mage from the same civil principality that'd lead to the attack of their faith.

He had attempted to stop them, but failed to kill anyone before he himself was run-through by a pike, but not before plane-shifting many of the sisters off their plane of existence, Seri with them. It was easy to find their fallen fellows, scattered through the many worlds, but Seri could not be found. She was the target of the spell, the one he'd meant to steal from them, and that he did. He killed no one, but stopped the ritual for the moment, forcing another to take Seri's place...

When Seri awoke, she opened her eyes to the snow of winter in a strange forest on a strange world. She took to wandering, looking desperately to find where she was, when she was, where anyone near her would be. Stumbling cold in the deep wood of the forest, she finally came upon an old pioneer style shack. A log cabin, the roof sinking in, a stone fire-place and two small windows covered in wood. She forced open the massive wooden door, hinges rusted with age, then forced it closed again. She used what little she could find within the small single-room local to fill the fireplace, and a simple spark from a spell to begin the fire. Now utterly alone, lost, troubled, she curled up before the burning fire and began to cry...



Personal Notes

Seri has a few eccentricities that may work for or against her. For example, Seri LOVES apples. Apple anything. She'd likely eat apple lip gloss if she didn't know better. No faster way to her heart than an apple. It's the easiest way to be friends with her. Or that she isn't exactly the most used to technology. A She keeps a CD around her neck as jewelry that she thinks has little orc stuck in it, just to give an idea. She'd be very interested or impressed by little things. Goddess forbid someone gets her in a car.

Seri is a snuggle-monster. There's nothing that makes her happier than being able to curl up tight to someone. Being held, she tries to hide in whoever holds her. She'd definitely the 'cuddle-me-after-sex' kinda girl.

Seri is a very sad, lonely character, and falls in love easy. Even false love. She's desperate for companionship of any kind. It's not promoted or exactly looked on happily by her faith, but she'd spend a night as someone's personal toy if it meant not being alone and being held by another. It makes her easy to manipulate, or easy to befriend... it also means she might try and cling to you if you're kind to her. Be careful... she won't stalk you, but there is a chance she will get emotionally attached.

Seri is a kinky bitch. There's not a whole lot she won't do, but she does have a few things she has as personal faves.

Seri's personal kinks:
+ Bondage
+ Suspension
+ Whipping
+ Asphyxiation
+ Domination
+ Milking (Seri Lactates)
+ Being cum inside of






Enslave her, eat her, be her friend, use her to your advantage.. just enjoy! :D

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