Blythe
Details
Full Name: Blythe Briathos
Race: Siltori
Sex: Female
Age: 35
Height: 5'8
Weight: 140lb
Birthdate:
Birthplace:Briathos Keep, Kalzasi
Profession: Sorceress
Housing: College Of Entropy
Partners: None
Titles: Black Cloak
Factions: Circle Of Mages
Fluencies: Common
Conversationals: Siltori
Ineptitudes:
Appearance
Ghostly pale ivory with a shade of grey, and eyes that are illuminated like the glow of the moon. Her runes of mesmer and affliction adorn her back and shoulders in a bold display of intricate cascading patterns that interlock with a gentle glow. Her frame is slender without much in the way of curves, and her silver hair is long thick and voluptuous wild and free.
Personality
Secrets and twisted truths she plays a cat and mouse game with information, not necessarily of ill intent but family and coven first. Blood is thicker then water and while Briathos is heavy with aviale and elven blood she is reserved as to retain the siltori standing within there herierarchy. She is an elitist that believes in mageocracy, magic is the potential of one's worth not necessarily one's birth. She respects power and those who wield it with no regard for those inept. Blythe believes in a world pure purged of the useless and mundane. She does not make friendships easily seeing them as an opening that could be exploited, but the very few that make it into the fold are adored and treasured in a way as to be loved unconditionally. Her ideals mean death for many but life is reserved for those with the strength to wield it.
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History
Fear is a tool to subjecate the weak willed or a weapon to drive the mighty to there knees. A keen up and coming sorceress that shrewdly casts volleys of spells beneath the noses of her peers. Every conversation or interaction is a perceived battleground from which Blythe aggressively pursues domination. Her scare tactics are relentless whether using body language and presence the shell shock of mesmer or the slow venom of affliction Blythes aim is to psychologically destroy or dismantle her adversary chipping away at there sanity until that which was her foe is no more then a shadow of there former self.
She is the little sister of non other then Fior Briathos and uses her family name title and prominence to her advantage whenever possible. Following in her big sister's footsteps she followed the path of a black robe her pledge not just a contract to the school but her first step to being officially recognized by her family coven as a true member. Her presence in the college to solidify the siltori bloodline as amongst the most powerful of Briathos and usher there coven to the forefront of achievement and prestige amongst the family's inner circle.
Despite all this her older sister does not truly recognize Blythe in any official capacity as she is not strong enough to be considered note worthy. The sad truth of the matter is her sister Fior regards Blythe with a certain whatever happens happens attitude.
As a fledgling sorceress the dark elf has made accelerated progress amongst her peers, whether it's indulging in ghost wine to detach herself from her physical form or the ability to cast spells while spirited away she has learned to use the tools the college has given her. Unapologetically taking advantage of absolutely everything that is within her grasp or on offer by the institution.
Under the tutelage of ------ every day she attends class is a life or death struggle for survival as she has found herself his special little victim as she suffers at the capricious whim of none other then the very person who views himself as Fiors greatest adversary. What he could never achieve against her sister however he has now directed his frustration resentment and ire at Blythe as she endures for lack of better words the brunt of his failures.
The rune of mesmer had left Blythe shattered and from this pool of fragments she pulled together an emotional menagerie from the pieces that remained and bound them to the memories of her sister. However the sum of her parts her purpose does not measure up, there are scenes that are missing and changed there are truths within white lies concealed within an idealistic tapestry that makes standing as her sister's equal her everything. The quirk that came of it revolved around fear, this fear of rejection of failure on her climb to the top drives her and thus empowers her like a psychic vampyre she feeds off it as it emanates off others.
Affliction is often an ugly ritual hers bore her no scars only moments relived as the most painful she could remember. Losed loved ones, shame despair and helplessness. Feelings that spiraled out of control and derailed as the stress magnified as breathing strained as she spiraled out in a full blown panic attack. Her affliction quirk is toxic touch, her curses are an extension of her soul the negative energy that resonates within causes minor flu like symptoms from prolonged exposure.
Blythe psychologically isn't evil she is compelled by ambition to reach great heights. Her dedication to the craft, the circle of mages and lastly her school supercede the needs of the individual.