Name: Vamessa (V, Vammy/Vammie)
Gender: “Female”
Race Possessed Shadow Elf
Appearance: Once, she used to look like many of the Uruthra. A beautiful pale skinned elf though perhaps a small bit shorter than the rest of her peers. Now, however, while her face amd build is similar, she is still a farcry from what she had looked a one point. One might call her form a mockery of the elven race. Her skin is a dark shade of pink and her hair colored that reminds one of a flame.
Bio Vamessa grew up in Gloomhaven with the rest of her kin and studied magic with a mild interest in demons, specifically making a bestiary with the strengths and weaknesses of each one. She was, at one point, the apprentice of the mage Rullphana. She was a hard worker and took her studies dilligently though, perhaps a small bit a trouble maker.
For her bestiary, she would go out to places that had reports of demons and quietly observe them before safely retreating. She would ask people their experiences with anything they may have come across and wrote about them. Over time, she started to become a bit more of a wild card in society. While she didn't exactly neglect her lessons, she did start to seem more interested in her bestiary.
One day, on one of her field studies in Naraheim, she found a small group of demons to spy on. They were beast-like creatures and were snacking on some fresh prey. One thing led to another and a chase started. She ran, and ran, and ran. There was plenty of them to be wary and scared of that she needed to run. Luckily, she knew the land and where demons were wary of going. There was an old coliseum like ruin that most demons seemed to avoid so she decided to take refuge there.
While the beasts were cautious not to actually enter, they did guard the exit knowing that she would need to leave sometime. Worried, no, scared that the beasts would make their way in regardless, she looked for an exit aside the front door. What appeared before her was a lower level. Rather risk the dark than what she knew above ground, she descended hoping for her luck to turn out something. A useful tool of some sort perhaps. No. Rather, she found what she could only describe as some... Beautiful humanoid being but strange. A demon? The thought of having walked into the den of some demon worried her tremendously.
Vamessa took a step back. Looking to risk her chances with the beasts upstairs, she went to turn and leave before something yanked her back towards the demon's body. As she looked, the demon's hand was tightly around her wrist as she felt a weird magical power flowing into her. She tried jerking her hamd away. Tried freeing herself as it felt like her head was ready to explode. Everything she could physically aside from cutting the hand off until soon enough it meekly released. Frightened, worried and trembling, she staggered back and fell to her behind. Her hands went quickly to her head as her immediate concern turn to the splitting feeling in her head before, of course, her vision faded to black.
Some time later, her eyelids opened. Her body felt lighter and warmer. Vamessa put her hand to her temple but felt something weird on her forehead. Horns? No, not just horns. There were these.... Odd wings! And the tail! What happened to her? The answer was soon answered by a slightly annoyed voice in her head. She had been, in her scared, worried state, possessed by the demon. OF course, either her will was stronger than the demon expected, or in a more likely twist, the demon was weaker than she had expected.
After a short discussion between the two, Vamessa found that she still had full control over her body despite the changes and she had some stronger power over fire now. Strong enough to force her way through the demons and make it back home. She could rest once she got back and figure out what was going on.
OF course, her troubles only started from there. The guards actively stopped her from entering town. Her appearance was much too dissimilar from her original and they thought she was just some full fledged demon that was trying to attack town. Perhaps, Rullphana could help her. The woman was powerful and knew her for so long. She forced her way through and attempted to make her way to Rullphana's tower but, there was too much resistance. Too many people trying to stop her. The voice in her head told her to fight back, but these were the people she knew! How could she?
She had to retreat. Escape town or worry about her death. On her way out, she stole a pack and some supplies. Whatever should could grab without stopping. Soon, she was out of town. She kept running and didn't look back. Over the course of the next couple of days, she escaped the mountain, wanting to avoid any search party for her. There were plenty of places to hide on a mountain, but not forever. She heard there was a forest down there and hopefully food.
She spent much time alone with the voice in her head. Surviving off the land she moved around so no one could really pin her to a place, or more importantly, the spirit of the forest that made attempts on her life more than once.
The few travelers she met, she messed around with. Playing pranks and other small things, but never really harming people other than the ones that intended to harm her. Perhaps it was her slowly warping personality, but killing people didn't seem to bother her much though it wasn't like she went out of her way to do so. In fact, her time in the forest with the voice made her a slight bit more antagonistic towards others. Her natural reaction to people was to poke fun at them or goading them. And yet, there were still moments of sincerity from her in dire moments.
After some time, she found herself in the village of Dawn (tired of the attempts on her life by the forest). Somehow, perhaps by some divine guiding hand, she found a place for herself. She made herself useful and took care of fires around the town though she was perhaps a small bit suspicious looking, walking around late at night and making sure the place was properly lit up. It wasn't difficult with the powers she gained from her possession. She was also made to cook, which she didn't seem to mind doing despite any complaints she may give.
Goals: Become strong enough to survive on her own and rid herself of her possession if it becomes a problem. Finish her bestiary.
Skills: Blood-possessed: No longer what you once were, you've been possessed by a demon, effectively turning you into one yourself. The one that has taken hold of you is of the bestial and violent Blood Clan that revels in violence, emotion, and domination. It has only a minor sway over you currently, but it does seem to give you some inherent ability for fire, boosting your abilities and affinities with them...and also making you prone to outbursts of violence, and feeling euphoria watching things burn. You don't know the demons name yet, nor what its fully capable of. If it takes full control of you, you may not even remember it nor have control over your own body any more. Sometimes, you hear its sweet seductive whispers telling you to commit atrocities.
Wild-Fire Pyromancy: Years of possession in the wild has left Vamessa naturally good at fire magic. There is also this constant desire burning in her heart to set fire to the things around her. While it's fairly easy to satiate, it's always nagging. Cooking is a surprisingly good outlet.
The Mage's Disciple: At one point, she was the disciple of Rullphana, the greatest mage in Gloomhaven. A fact she was proud of. She has a general study of all the basic ideas of magic and, generally, can figure out magic and knows many simple spells and things as such.
Inventory:Demonic Bestiary: The bestiary she spent time on making some years prior.
Fish of Oblivion
Apollosarcher
Not a Sayan
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