Tenebris Lanekea Arbitrium
Queen of Breace Tenebris Lanekea Arbitrium (a.k.a. Ten)
She is the queen of Breace and striving to bring peace to Ombitrium
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Fit and strong
Body Features
Long hair, small horns hidden under them
Facial Features
High defined cheekbones with a sharp chin and a thoughtful, piercing glare
Identifying Characteristics
Her ears are covered with holes where piercings used to be
Physical quirks
Right handed
Right eye twitches when angry
Rubs her left arm when depressed
Special abilities
Unnatural talent for the dark arts
Apparel & Accessories
Wants to wear pajamas all day but is forced to appear elegant at all times
Specialized Equipment
She carries a staff imbue with dark arcane power
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Born in Maalt but is believed to be born in Breace. Parents killed by dominant Scithe
Gender Identity
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Education
Personally tutored by the greatest minds. Trains with the royal guard
Employment
Queen of Breace (Its a full time job)
Accomplishments & Achievements
Created an alliance with Krytilstat
Failures & Embarrassments
Lost her temper in a meeting with her advisors and fellow rulers
Mental Trauma
PTSD and paranoia
Intellectual Characteristics
Extremely skilled with magic and intellectual
Morality & Philosophy
Doesn't have a strong moral compass
Taboos
Drinking in public
Sex before marrige
Relationships
History
After first seeing him training, Tenebris felt a strange connection with him. When she saw him at the top of his class she personally asked for him to be her personal guard. They show each other playful sass
Nicknames & Petnames
She calls him Alexander (Which he hates)
He calls her Ten (Which she hates)
Shared Acquaintances
Caitlin Silverose
Alignment
Kind heart-ed with dark intentions
Date of Birth
13 Juniper 1200
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
sapphire blue
Hair
Purple
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
1.7 m
Weight
65kg
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Dearest diary
Wow, this is a bit of an odd one, but I felt it necessary to share this with you diary. Jeez, where do I start, just a petty romantic fantasy.
I have NEVER EVER in my life EVER been in the slightest bit interested in boys, I've been to busy being QUEEN!! I mean! WHAT THE FUCK! It - I don't know how to feel, maybe it's just because I've been told I need to "find a mate" as to not kill off the family name, but I honestly am too busy for that.
It happened today while I was "entertaining" the son of the duke of a nearby city to lunch. The royal guard were training new recruits in the quad just outside the dining hall. The duke's son was droning on about how "absolutely spectacular" I was or something, just the common wooing tactics to try and be a king despite our rituals. I was nodding mindlessly at his empty words knowing full well that he didn't mean any of it. "Oh your hair flows like a river" Ya, sure buddy you keep believing that. He kept rambling compliments on and on, so I peered out of the window onto the course where they were training.
They were going through the normal, everyday routine as they do with the new recruits. March synchronizing and such, what which orders mean (ect). I was looking over them, all looking noble and ready to serve their kingdom and their queen with faces as hard as stone, but there was one face, one ... smile ... through the pain. He was laughing, joking, yet still fully and obediently obeying the rules.
He looked up, his emerald green eyes reflecting and refracting the light creating a crystal effect as our eyes crossed paths. He stopped, stared, smiled and bowed slightly. I (of course) had absolutely no idea what in the hell I was supposed to do so I awkwardly did a lil wave thingy, alerting the duke's son who angrily glared at him as he shut the curtains. I can see his face still, I HATE IT! I should not be in this state, it's distracting from my work, but I can't stop thinking about him. I mean, we didn't even really meet! I sound like a whiny teenager rambling on and on about what he thought of me, I thought I had broken that cycle in life!
Spell Book
22 Roitous 1220
Dearest Diary...
Ok, I know I shouldn't have, but I finally mustered up the courage to read that book I found the other day. I had just finished sorting out a land dispute between two home owners and sat by my desk to relax for a few minutes before I had to get to my next duty. My desk drawer was open and I peered inside at the book.
I couldn't resist, so, I picked it up and looked at the cover. I just, stared at it, mesmerized by it's strange cover and stranger engravings. It looked to be written in a different language, but one I would find and learn non - the - less.
Slowly, I pulled open the front cover, my eyes darting to the bright red writing at the bottom of the page. It was written in either an extremely thick, runny ink or (More likely so) in blood. The words read, "Do Not Read!"
"Well," I thought to myself, "that's an obvious warning but I think we all know that I am going to read this book regardless." I never really cared much for cryptic warnings and hidden messages, I mean, just TELL ME what you mean straight up, don't be all secretive!
So, I started reading, but it was all in this strange language, non that I had read about in my studies. I followed the words closer, strangely, I started to understand the words and what they meant. I was, and still am, exceptionally confused and shocked.
As I started to understand, my cleaner walked in ... she recognized the book ... she started speaking the language in the book and her eyes began to glow ... she was the author of this journal!
I was lucky my guards were nearby and they managed to kill her before she finished casting the spell. They saved my life and this book near ended it...
Temple's Secrets
20 Roitous 1220
Dearest Diary...
Today I came across the most peculiar of sights in the temple of Necronamin. I had gone to visit my parents in their final resting place as I do everyday, when I noticed an irregularity in the torch placements. I thought it silly how I have come to this temple everyday for years and never noticed this odd placement. It sat just above a shrine to the god of death, something I have been told every waking day is no to be tampered with, but I don't much care for religious ideals and may have ... "accidentally" ... pulled, pushed and shoved all around that alter for secrets. Eventually, I smacked myself in the face for my stupidity, the torch, of course, when is it NOT the torch. I gently pulled it down, as I did, the wall rumbled and retracted into the ground.
My initial thought was "FRICK! EVERYONE WILL HAVE HEARD THAT!" But, no one came so I guess it was normal to hear shakes and wakes in a rickety old temple. I looked down the darkness and saw a small staircase (No more than ten steps) leading down into a confined desk space. It seemed like a place someone had made to practice some or other magic in private, which is understandable considering the practice of magic is illegal in Balance. I threw that thought out of my head and started studying the resources around me. Plant, garlic, mushroom, shrunken head, herb, human heart ... human limb ...human head ... I realized that this is a place someone went to practice dark, demonic magic, which is punishable by death.
I was shocked, I mean, if you practice some minor sorcery you'll get off with just a slap on the wrist but demonic magic doesn't only hurt you by ways of the court, it hurts you mentally, infecting the ones you care about as well. I also realized, a little later than I would like to admit mind you, that there had been a string of unsolved murders which abruptly stopped about a month ago. I could see that there were cobwebs settled by the quill and ink pot sitting next to the strange notebook on the table, I assume that they had either stopped, fled town or died. (I was just happy they weren't going to walk in on the queen snooping during the one hour I get without guards)
My attention had landed with that strange looking notebook, if they had fled, why did they leave this? Is this why they fled? Whats in it? I then went "Duh, read it to know whats in it" But I didn't, for some reason, I was, and still am, afraid to read it. There is a strange air around it, but I wasn't just going to let it lie there and get old, so ... I took it home, I'm keeping it in my desk under this journal. I still haven't read it, I don't even think I should...
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