Description
Aging gray curls loop playfully down the cheeks of the female
before you and drape loosely over her thin shoulders. Her
clothing is neat and without crease, tight enough to reveal
her slim, almost fragile, figure. She glances out with eyes
that match her hair, glowing with a gentle warmth. Smooth
skin escapes from beneath her robes, her face is creamy
and white. Her hands fashion long, jet black nails that look
as if they could slice through even the thickest of flesh.
A cold stare lingers on her face as if transfixed by something.
Role
Curiosity over Death
Added Thu Feb 15 01:19:06 2007 at level 20:
Isabaeux has always had a fascination with the after-life. Supposedly living
opposite the graveyard in Galadon may have had something to do with that.
There is nothing special about her parents, they were commoners who used
to do odds and ends around Galadon and its graveyard. All her youth was
spent poking bugs until they died, poisoning small animals and digging up the
sacred graves in the graveyard. This was all done without the knowledge or
consent of her parents.
As she grew older she read of powerful magic that could bring back life to
things that lacked it. This ressurrection would inbue the undead with even
greater power than it possessed in its previous life. This inspired Isabaeux
further to learn for herself the dark arts. Most would consider her actions
to be maniacal and outright evil, however she considered bringing the undead
back to life a gift. She became more accustomed to death when her parents
were murdered. It was something that did not cause her grief, for she knew
that soon she would possess the power to bring them back to life, and undead
life without the burdens of mortality. Strangely though, the more she killed
the more she gained pleasure from the torment of her victims. The loaded
the screams, the more exciting the death was....
Aging Gracefully
Added Fri Mar 23 03:57:12 2007 at level 47:
Isabaeux is small, weak and her body is becoming more frail at the days pass.
Her fiery red hair now has become gray. Her skin is starting to fade and
wrinkle. She does not truly understand what is going on with her body and
she hates it passionately. She was never much of a worrier because she
never really had anything to worry about. The death around her comforted
her. She has come accustomed to the thrill of death, the shrill of the dying,
the smell of decomposition. She still enjoys it, but the edge is now gone.
Her focus has now turned to herself. She seeks a way to prolong her
existance yet she doesn't know how. Over the years this subconscious
fear of dying has whittled away at her and she has developed an obsessive,
compulsive behaviour. She has begun hearing things, seeing things,
and has often done something strange and after the event woken to the
fact that it was very unusual. Her obsessive behaviour is not long on her
magic as well, she simply must learn everything... why? She doesn't know.
She hardly even recognises that she is acting in such a way yet anything
that would stop her would likely result in actions similar to separating a
mother duck from her ducklings.
60 Years Young
Added Wed Apr 4 06:23:38 2007 at level 47:
Isabaeux is not aging gracefully. She used to act with reason, passion and
meekness. She has lost most, if not all, of those. Now she greets people
with little more than disdain, impatience and a haughtiness. She firmly
believes that everyone is against her, or those that feign interest or aid
merely do so out of professional duty. She trusts no mortal.
A while back the Provost promised that the Pearl Lich would offer guidance
to her troubled existance. The Provost was wrong. There was nothing.
Time and time again Isabaeux would request a meeting with the High Priest
of Arboria believing that he holds the key to her future, but she was met
with silence, a mocking and humbling silence. She realizes that she is no
friend of the High Priest and that he owes her nothing, but in her twisted
reality. She does not dare burn that bridge though for she understands
that soon she will be buried and forgotten if aid is not sought.
She has been drowning herself in the blood of others of late, her taste
for it grows as it once waned. Over each putrid corpse she cups the
warm blood from her victims and allows it to fall to the ground, spattering
from the lifless body. She never really understood her actions and how
dark and evil they were, but as she grows closer to her own mortality
and its impending end she has begun to comprehend.
Through all her inner turmoils and torment, she holds one thing at heart
and that is her duty to protect her city and Spire. She knows the Law
better than any living other, she hunts those who flaunt it with vigor
and she teeters on the boundaries of the Laws to protect them. She
has no issues summoning unwarranted others to locked rooms if she
thinks it serves Order best, she has no issues getting the aid of others
to capture the essence of the Outlanders, she has no time for those
that lie and deceive.