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N A M E / A L I A S
Jaralia Xavfoukari Al-Yoreed Kamihaliuss
The Night Thirster
Blood Mistress
M Y T H O L O G Y
The Khamihaliuss line were a lineage of supposedly god-appointed desert kings and queens who ruled over the kingdom of Vasihelios; a domain of holy cities and vast barren wastes, situated in what is now the Plains of Dust.
Jaralia was the seventh born child of the thirteenth King of Vasihelios, and was brought up with her every need and whim being attended to by harmes of slaves and loyal followers. As was befitting a princess of Vasihelios, Jaralia was educated in one of the three schools of the desert people’s culture. Out of Economics, Faith, and Magic, Jaralia chose magic, and was trained in the ways of the sorceress. From a young age, it became evident that Jaralia’s magical capabilities were immense, with her area of expertise being the Law of Vicissitude.
Whilst the people of Vasihelios slaved away in the Plains of Dust, sweltering beneath the boiling rays of the twin suns, the royal Khamihalians remained tucked away, cool and pale-skinned, within the confines of their vast pyramid palaces, which was where Jaralia furthered her arcane education.
As time went by, Jaralia became drawn towards increasingly dark and twisted schools of magic, and began to conduct monstrous experiments from within the safety of her scared chambers.
It was whilst conducting a particularly dark ritual, that Jaralia had the misfortune of bringing Canistuju the Devourer, an otherworldly being with an insatiable thirst for blood, into Ansus. Jaralia defeated the creature, but in doing so shackled a splinter of the demon’s soul to her own, and began to develop her own horrific appetite.
One night, beneath the cover of a full moon, a sickly red mist swept through the Pyramid Palaces of the Khamihalians, snuffing out the other members of the royal family, until only Jaralia remained amongst the living. It would be many years before the historians of the future would discern that Jaralia’s horrific blood magics had been responsible for this mysterious plague.
Crowned as the God-Queen of Vasihelios, Jaralia now had all the resources she needed to further develop her mastery of the dark arts, with a piece of Canistuju perched on her shoulder the whole while.
Jaralia was a tyrant if ever there was one, pushing her people to breaking point in order to grant herself a deeper understanding of blood magics. She waged war on the surrounding kingdoms, stripping them of their magical artifacts, and turning their people into slaves, as her dark empire grew and grew, spreading out into the green lands beyond the desert.
By the time revolution swept through Vasihelios, Jaralia was ruling over an empire which stretched across the roof of the world.
Despite her unparalleled magical prowess, Jaralia could not compete with the sheer vastness of the mob which rose up against her. As the rebels drew closer and closer to the gates of her palaces, those few soldiers who still remained loyal to the crown threw down their banners and joined the masses.
Jaralia was dragged out into the sunlight, kicking and screaming, and cast down the side of her own pyramid, her body dashed against the rocks below
Jaralia lived on as a sort of dark superstition, her vast assortment of forbidden tomes becoming quite popular amongst the occult groups of Ansus. In the time leading up to her resurrection, Jaralia existed as a mythological figure amongst some of the land’s more sinister religions. .
A P P E A R A N C E
Jaralia is a huge, heavy young woman, who carries most of her weight in her enormous stomach. Her neck is thick with fat, and her plump face bares a double-chin. She has soft arms, decked with pillowy flab, and her muscular legs have become built like tree trunks from supporting her immense weight. She has dark lips which conceal glistening white teeth, and bright maroon eyes shimmer on either side of her stout nose. An explosion of fiery red hair cascades down her shoulders, falling in loose tangles.. Her cheeks are rosy and puffy, and she is reasonably large-breasted. She has a relaxed and casual stance, with slopped shoulders and a slightly curved spine.
Her teeth are one of her more noticeable features, as they take on a sharp, fang-like appearance. She has eerily pale skin, which is bewitched to a ghostly pale quality, glistening like water beneath the light of a full moon.
A B I L I T I E S / E Q U I P M E N T
Blood magic is Jaralia’s most devastating weapon. She feeds off of the life force of her enemies, and uses their very essence to fuel her dark powers. Provided she has enough sustenance, Jaralia can bend people to her will, getting inside their heads and forcing them to do her bidding. She can conjure bolts of shadow magic, create arcane explosions, and unleash terrible conflagrations upon her enemies.
Equipment wise, Jaralia dresses in the royal garb of her people, with a few adjustments. A long purple silk veil covers her lower mouth, and an ornate headdress rests atop her fiery tresses. Her large form is wrapped up in a stunning robe-like dress, encrusted with all manner of rich gems and jewelry.
A G E O F L E G E N D
15,000 years.
Jaralia Xavfoukari Al-Yoreed Kamihaliuss
The Night Thirster
Blood Mistress
M Y T H O L O G Y
The Khamihaliuss line were a lineage of supposedly god-appointed desert kings and queens who ruled over the kingdom of Vasihelios; a domain of holy cities and vast barren wastes, situated in what is now the Plains of Dust.
Jaralia was the seventh born child of the thirteenth King of Vasihelios, and was brought up with her every need and whim being attended to by harmes of slaves and loyal followers. As was befitting a princess of Vasihelios, Jaralia was educated in one of the three schools of the desert people’s culture. Out of Economics, Faith, and Magic, Jaralia chose magic, and was trained in the ways of the sorceress. From a young age, it became evident that Jaralia’s magical capabilities were immense, with her area of expertise being the Law of Vicissitude.
Whilst the people of Vasihelios slaved away in the Plains of Dust, sweltering beneath the boiling rays of the twin suns, the royal Khamihalians remained tucked away, cool and pale-skinned, within the confines of their vast pyramid palaces, which was where Jaralia furthered her arcane education.
As time went by, Jaralia became drawn towards increasingly dark and twisted schools of magic, and began to conduct monstrous experiments from within the safety of her scared chambers.
It was whilst conducting a particularly dark ritual, that Jaralia had the misfortune of bringing Canistuju the Devourer, an otherworldly being with an insatiable thirst for blood, into Ansus. Jaralia defeated the creature, but in doing so shackled a splinter of the demon’s soul to her own, and began to develop her own horrific appetite.
One night, beneath the cover of a full moon, a sickly red mist swept through the Pyramid Palaces of the Khamihalians, snuffing out the other members of the royal family, until only Jaralia remained amongst the living. It would be many years before the historians of the future would discern that Jaralia’s horrific blood magics had been responsible for this mysterious plague.
Crowned as the God-Queen of Vasihelios, Jaralia now had all the resources she needed to further develop her mastery of the dark arts, with a piece of Canistuju perched on her shoulder the whole while.
Jaralia was a tyrant if ever there was one, pushing her people to breaking point in order to grant herself a deeper understanding of blood magics. She waged war on the surrounding kingdoms, stripping them of their magical artifacts, and turning their people into slaves, as her dark empire grew and grew, spreading out into the green lands beyond the desert.
By the time revolution swept through Vasihelios, Jaralia was ruling over an empire which stretched across the roof of the world.
Despite her unparalleled magical prowess, Jaralia could not compete with the sheer vastness of the mob which rose up against her. As the rebels drew closer and closer to the gates of her palaces, those few soldiers who still remained loyal to the crown threw down their banners and joined the masses.
Jaralia was dragged out into the sunlight, kicking and screaming, and cast down the side of her own pyramid, her body dashed against the rocks below
Jaralia lived on as a sort of dark superstition, her vast assortment of forbidden tomes becoming quite popular amongst the occult groups of Ansus. In the time leading up to her resurrection, Jaralia existed as a mythological figure amongst some of the land’s more sinister religions. .
A P P E A R A N C E
Jaralia is a huge, heavy young woman, who carries most of her weight in her enormous stomach. Her neck is thick with fat, and her plump face bares a double-chin. She has soft arms, decked with pillowy flab, and her muscular legs have become built like tree trunks from supporting her immense weight. She has dark lips which conceal glistening white teeth, and bright maroon eyes shimmer on either side of her stout nose. An explosion of fiery red hair cascades down her shoulders, falling in loose tangles.. Her cheeks are rosy and puffy, and she is reasonably large-breasted. She has a relaxed and casual stance, with slopped shoulders and a slightly curved spine.
Her teeth are one of her more noticeable features, as they take on a sharp, fang-like appearance. She has eerily pale skin, which is bewitched to a ghostly pale quality, glistening like water beneath the light of a full moon.
A B I L I T I E S / E Q U I P M E N T
Blood magic is Jaralia’s most devastating weapon. She feeds off of the life force of her enemies, and uses their very essence to fuel her dark powers. Provided she has enough sustenance, Jaralia can bend people to her will, getting inside their heads and forcing them to do her bidding. She can conjure bolts of shadow magic, create arcane explosions, and unleash terrible conflagrations upon her enemies.
Equipment wise, Jaralia dresses in the royal garb of her people, with a few adjustments. A long purple silk veil covers her lower mouth, and an ornate headdress rests atop her fiery tresses. Her large form is wrapped up in a stunning robe-like dress, encrusted with all manner of rich gems and jewelry.
A G E O F L E G E N D
15,000 years.
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