Name Teshmere Malicore
Beware of the moon, Beware of things that are not to be, Beware of the skeletons that hide among the living, or Angels that are not of life but of death, all of these thing hold in your mind when you walk near me and meet me for I am not of normal life. You may call me as you wish, I go by many names.
Age 17
Race-Human
Weapons- A small dagger made from the finest steel and handle of gold, engraved in the daggers blade are the words “Salawe dethmor bly Alawinged” Which in our English language translates.”Sweet Death by Angels” It has a small bright green stone on the rounded top of the swords handle. She is also a shapeshifter. Her main forum is that of a mountain lion feathered in the forum of an eagle winged.
Gender Female
Looks-Slender, willowy frame, tall about 5’8, Baby blue eyes, flecked with gold and tinted a touch green, with blond hair, colour of light gold with strawberry highlights through it along the top and a very light gold almost whitish down along the bottom of her hair, that falls over her shoulder and down her back to her waist. Beautiful red tinted lips, curves in every right spot, although looks much like a china teacup. Pale skin, ivory almost to look at, her beauty cannot be ignored. She mostly wears long dresses that come down to her ankles, slightly fitting but tis her way.
Personality- Very quiet, not shy though, ready to speak up and defend herself, loyal to those that she trusts although balks away from trusting many, can be your angle in your time of need but your devil to hate. She says little but watches and learns, when speaking she will command her own way.
-History-
The misery of the past is harsh seeing as I am far from normal, I am as history itself, I am not of normal birth. I was born on the high moon full and bright it was, full of malice it seemed to be, I came forth the perfect baby but the priest of blessing saw through the disguise once lifting me to the moons tresses where it lit my skin and sent my skin clear as glass my bones marbling over and making me look as if a skeleton in a glass case. His first reaction was obeyed for he said take her away and leave her for the wolves to gut and eat. Which it was done taken out and laid outside the great city walls near the forests edge and not far from the roaring sea, I was placed. My feeble cry came from one who did not want to die but now I look back and I grievously I wish I could take it back. My life that I have had is one of confusion and mystery as I keep finding something new about myself every day. I was rescued by a travelling mage and he taught me his way of life though I never could master anything of it. He was the one who showed me the power of shapeshifting I now posses. He is also the one I do thank for the fine dagger that is in my possessions for he has made it through his magic. The engraved markings on the dagger were done by him. After time though when I was old enough at age 15, we parted ways he went his way I went mine. I wanted to find the answer to exactly what I was, I have not found it though for it is something of a mystery, and no one seems to walk this land as I do. I am human, but something darker clings to me that I do not understand for I can feel myself in its dark clutches always looking for the dark side of life never looking to the light. My secret till my death is of my oddity of life, I wish no one to know of what happens in the moon or how the moons silvers tresses affect me. So I live in hiding it may seem from the world in this affect. Not many see me for I stay greatly to my animal forum but some may see more for what I am if given the right chance which is rare to find me in that chance. For now I am travelling on my own and searching for answers although they never seem to exist. One thing that has clung to me was what the mage told me before we parted ways and it was rather of simple words but it was this. “Wisdom listens, foolishness speaks, do not be a fool but learn to listen to more than man but also the earth around you everything has a story if you listen to it long enough.” So I hold this to my mind and its engraved there as sure as the words on the dagger is engraved on its cold harsh steel.
So now you know me, I am Teshmere Malicore, The angel of Death.
