Sevali

Name: Sevali Nanyral
Race: Human (with weak demonic heritage)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 142 lbs
Age: 46 (appears younger)


Background
Sevali is the product of an experiment. Not the offspring of science and genius, created in a lab, born of a test tube. But rather, the experiment that produced her was a social one, spanning many generations. The warlike tribe of Ardinia she grew up in had not always dominated its zone of influence in the wilderness, though for as long as anyone alive during her childhood could remember, it had always ruled through fierce execution of military force to quell all threats to its continued prosperity. In reality, the civilization had its starts as a simple hunter-gatherer tribe, one of many others and indistinguishable from the rest. Only the intervention of a powerful mage from a more advanced society changed their course to let their civilization evolve, though his methods were rather unorthodox. He summoned a powerful demon from the pits of hell, and promptly set that bound creature loose to rape several females of the tribe. Although most of the mothers died during childbirth, the children that resulted from those harrowing unions were gods among men, with frightening otherworldly powers and unparalleled physical prowess. Under their leadership and supervision, the tribe grew steadily, absorbing other nomads or annihilating them until all of the Eastern Wastelands were under their control.

Today that tribe still thrives, having developed into the nation of Ardinia, with magnificent cities and elaborate trade routes, though soldiers hold the most authority and command respect from all. The demonic heritage of lore runs weakly through the blood of the people these days, having lost its concentration after countless generations diluting the magnitude of the dark blessing from days of yore. That doesn't mean the mage's meddlesome actions from so long ago don't still have an impact however. Families and clans have arisen around the descendants of the original demon spawn, and the Blood is closely monitored and cherished, with arranged marriages designed to foster its continued manifestation. Those who do inherit the unholy power become champions of society: mighty soldiers, charismatic politicians, dangerously vicious merchants, unmatched scholars, all leaders of their fields.

One result of such an arranged marriage is Sevali Nanyral, a young woman with great potential. She was raised as a fighter, taught to know no fear, to never back down, to press forward unflinchingly in the face of debilitating agony. Her body was scarred during her training, when she passed her Trial of Mettle. Burning oil was poured over her body, to only be quenched when she could take it no more. Her skin bubbled, her fat melted, her muscles burned and eventually her bones scorched, but still she did not cry out for mercy. She should have died then, and would have were it not for the hellish fire that already pulsed through her veins. After three months of painful but relatively rapid recovery, Sevali emerged from her hut a full warrior, and was granted access to study under the great masters to learn the art of the blade.

Studying sword fighting was no easy task, as the practice itself could cause blunt force trauma and leave bones broken by the force of missed blows from wooden swords. Training duels were taken very seriously, treated with all the fervor of a fight to the death, and lesser candidates failed out of the program, either willingly or involuntarily due to injuries received. Only the toughest managed to wake up the next morning to continue training, and Sevali never missed a day. She became one with her sword, taking strikes with her body in order to protect the practice weapon from impacts that might leave the wood splintered and destroyed. Amongst all the students, she was the only one to reach graduation with the same fake sword she'd been given when she started, and for that reason her ceremony had an additional element. Not only was she pronounced a practitioner of the Flowing Blade Style, but she was also entrusted with a mighty sword, a special gift, a rare honor for a newly anointed swordsman. The sword was known as Implacable Apprehension, a blade crafted by a disciple and child of one of the original demonic offspring. It had seen great wars and countless battles, and could only be wielded by one with the utmost devotion to the way of the sword. Sevali accepted the weapon and the two have been inseparable ever since. It is her best friend and greatest companion, and the two have kept each other safe many times since she left the Ardinians.

It's rare for warriors to leave the East and venture out elsewhere, but one of the more accepted reasons for doing so is to seek out challenges in the world at large, and to overcome them. The warrior is only as helpful to the tribe as she is deadly, and during times of peace, opportunities to test and improve martial prowess are hard to come by. So Sevali wanders the land, looking for adventure and excitement. If it gets the blood pumping and the adrenaline flowing, she's there, anything to overcome the weight of the expectations riding heavily on her shoulders.


Personality
Sevali comes from a tribe where nudity carries no social taboo. The days are hot, the nights are warm, animal pelts are rare, and warriors need to be as agile as possible to stay alive. She has no shame about her appearance, with only bandages wrapped around her hands, neck, patches of her legs, and sometimes her chest to attempt some level of decency. She is often very serious, to the point of dour, having found little in life to get excited about. But she often longs to find a passion for life, and is highly interested in anyone with any enthusiasm or zeal, hoping to study and perhaps learn some of their vigor.

In much the same way that she is unconcerned about being practically naked, Sevali has no qualms about sex. It's a pleasant pastime, and often an effective workout. One benefit of her demonic heritage is that she can choose if she wishes to conceive or not, and her natural immunities to diseases means she does not worry about STDs, so for her sex really can be a good way to unwind and relax for a bit. She's more sexually attracted to women and fem herms, having grown to associate men with fighting and combat, but she is bisexual.

Despite (or rather, thanks to) being such a powerful, aggressive individual, Sevali has a secret kink of being dominated, of having her free will taken away and forced to obey commands or serve another. She prefers temporary make believe, though that would require getting her to admit her turn-on, a rather difficult task. Real subjugation terrifies her, and she will fight it as best she is able, but if her efforts fail she would wind up enjoying it more than anything.


History (Results of canon RPs go here!)
As the champion of Ardinia, Sevali was tasked as a forward scout to assess the strength of a neighboring tribe of jackals, not to mention to kill any important figures she observed. One such person appeared to be the shaman Jorlande, whom Sevali attacked with intent to assassinate her before any military action could be taken. Much to her surprise, the jackal woman wielded the power of her goddess, and managed to overwhelm Sevali. Rather than death, servitude awaited the defeated warrior, and Sevali was made a slave to service and pleasure her new mistress.



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