Romeo 320 Posted July 22, 2017 (edited) "There was a melancholy to Nefeli, a sense... of doom." Name: Nefeli Cloudwalker Moniker: Wraith, The Pale Crone, Guide, High-Queen, Witch, Paleclaw Age: 10,985 Gender: Female Race: Highborne Birthplace: Zin-Azshari (Elun'dris) Alignment: Chaotic Evil/Chaotic Neutral Affiliation: The Shadowrealm, The Highborne, The Wild, Mithaniel Asen'eth, The Scourge Status: Alive (Decaying) Home: None Voice: Nefeli "Was my soul not divine?" She said, eyes fixed upon her spindly and phantom form. "Was my soul not divine?" She echoed again; amidst shadow and ash, this once queenly symbol metamorphosed into memory - memory to be forgotten. Within a ghastly confinement, the soul of a powerful elf lingered in a cold flesh dungeon, isolated from the growing and young new world. But this prison would not contain her for much longer. A band of outsiders calling themselves The Scourge had gained knowledge of this strange and veiled prison, seeking enlightenment and consciousness of this undead wisdom. A pact was sealed between the elf and this band, and through promised freedom from these damned chains, the elf aided The Scourge in their hunger for power and dominance, ultimately freeing her from this evil prison. However, despite the dark alliance that was vouched for that day, the elf schemed in cunning secrecy. As the campaign of The Scourge continued through the supernatural and fiendish realm, the elf was used furthermore as a guide, informing this power-hungry band of all the secret resources this dominion held. Because of this, The Scourge grew a quick advantage over the forces that originally held authority. The land soon fell to a colossal war between the lingering souls left of the realm and the new-found power. As the foundations of the black earth was desecrated by destruction and menace, the realms most ancient and terrible powers began to wake from the pitch-dark depths, seeking a might to finally match their own. These greater souls, these monstrous beings of nothing but the will to battle, began to assemble the lesser souls of the realm, creating a plethora of different factions and masses that would soon come to bring opposition to The Scourge. As the warmongering Scourge finally met conflict and challenge, the scheming elf took her chance to use this chaos to a means to a second escape. Luring the leaders of Scourge invaders into the lions den of greater souls, the elf beheld the end of the war. Leaderless, scattered across a world that was not theirs, The Scourge quickly fell, and in their crawling efforts to return back to their homeland through magical gates, the elf finalized her ongoing process of true freedom. She cleaved through the remains and seized the gate for herself, returning her into the world she was originally banished from. A descendant from the skies themselves, the elf took up her forlorn and forgotten name as Nefeli Cloudwalker - Highborne. However, the new world was very different from before. Newfangled creatures had rooted deep in the world and laid their bedrock upon the ruins of old; the legacy of her now fallen race. Flushed with anger, the dimmed image of unhindered power and beauty fixed her eyes upon the newer civilizations, and just like before; sunk into a deep purpose. A purpose to resurrect the pillars of the world and bring her old people to glory once more. Sadly, to her realization, she was not alike her kin any longer. The aeons time spent in the chilling imprisonment of the dreaded Shadowrealm left her scarred and impaired. Bereft of most life and emotion, Nefeli hid in the shadows of the world, finding her pale wraith-like character too repulsive and vile for the new races to witness. Hallow of the radiance that she once possessed, Nefeli forsake her nature as an elf and undertook a familiar campaign for hunger and power. Feeding primarily of dark magic to sustain her maleficent addiction to witchcraft and trickery, Nefeli drowned in a stage of loathing and hatred. Soon, the world she was once fixed upon reviving faded before her eyes and Nefeli descended into benightedness, careless of anything around her.When life no-longer gave meaning to Nefeli, she was ready to fall. To die and be mangled to dust and be forgotten just like she was to be in the cold flesh citadel where the story began. This would be her end, she thought. But it wasn't. In her last breath Nefeli was confronted by a powerful half-elf who, through means of compassion and great cherish, managed to bring the pale and broken character back to life. Introducing the world renewed to Nefeli and teaching her the ways of man, Nefeli was given a second chance, despite her foul addiction to alien and dark interests. Fascinating and absorbing are the tales of the Highborne. Many say that their excellence was unmatched; their kingdom vast and ringed by powers the new world barely could imagine. They were the kings and queens of magic, their noble bloodline as great and precious as it could be. But the bards and their songs would too chant of darkness, darkness and melancholy. The tales came to grow darker and darker as the legend of these majestic elves changed, their high rule turned into a reign of terror, their pure and elegant magic turned into a source of addiction and evil. When their world was crushed by the malevolence of demon and the lure of old gods, the Highborne race diminished, leaving nothing behind but the horrific and vexed creatures the new world call naga. But what if not all during the sundering fell to darkness? What if there was a survivor; one who endured and was the evidence that not all Highborne were doomed from the very beginning. Nefeli is best described as a monument of her fallen bloodline, sharing physical traits that remind the world today of what the elves of old had suffered. A tragic tale, a bard's song - Nefeli depicts the Highborne as they were and as they came to be. A ghost of the old world, she portrays dark, evasive and mystic beauty at best and raw monstrous power at worst. The hole left in her heart when her world collapsed was filled with magic. All magic - she feasted to gorge her hate. Because of this, her reckless use of magic left her broken and decaying; a skin once silver now ghastly. Eyes that before glimmered like a midsummer sky soon gloomed away, making way for a pale and spectral persuasion. Over the course of a thousand and more years, Nefeli endured an ongoing physical change that despite it's destructive behaviour seemed to cup the entirety of the Highborne race just perfectly. She was the avatar of a legend - a living memory remaining. Despite this however she does no longer see herself as part of that old world. The title; Highborne, is thin for Nefeli. Weak, and close to forsaking - she considers herself too separated from her glorious kin to bear such a glorious salutation. Indeed, marred and plucked of much life, Nefeli is abhorred by her own dark reflection. To prevent the rest of the world from acknowledgement of just this fact, Nefeli has chosen to veil herself in armour and clothing that withhold her ghastly spirit. The world couldn't know. It mustn't know that this tale ended just like the others. Nefeli is portrayed as being psychopathic, extremely sadistic, confident, violent, cruel, arrogant, and greedy, possessing an unquenchable desire for power and magic. Her most distinguishing characteristic (aside from her thirst for might) is her hubris, as Nefeli proudly boasts of her superiority and impregnability. However, this proves to be her downfall, as she unwittingly reveals this weakness to anyone who goes against her. Nefeli seems primarily motivated by personal greed rather than a desire to do evil or good, and does not seem to truly serve any allegiance other than her own despite herself saying otherwise. Highly intelligent, Nefeli appears to possess a rather sardonic sense of humor, darkly mocking anyone who she believes is lesser. She seems to dislike most other races other than her own, considering them to be weak and pathetic creatures far beneath her, making unfavorable comments about their existance and showing no remorse over slaughter of their kind. Nefeli has an overwhelming personality, and in combination of mastering language, this Highborne's power of speech is the power of seduction, of guile and of sowing doubt. The preternatural silver tongue possessed by Nefeli is therefor used as a weapon against those she deems too witless to resist. Victim to a demon and his puppeteering, Nefeli was a slave to stygian arts for many years to come, and because of that unholy path she was forced into, Nefeli rotted away into decline and hatred. Whatever good was left in her after the sundering was stripped and turned into malevolence. Whatever grace was once bestowed upon her had been twisted into a sinister shell of its former self. Where once she was sure-footed, deftly maneuvering the land as if it were built by her own two hands, now she hovers wistfully between her destination, a spectral stride not unlike a ghost. Torn between humanoid behaviourisms and impure, monstrous misdeeds, Nefeli has become highly unpredictable in her often-always zealous ways. Dancing from one emotion to another with lightning speed, she is tricky and chaotic at times and melancholic and tranquil at others. Because of her instability, Nefeli rarely works well with other people and is forced to a lone-wolf solitary life where her dark schemes are left unnoticed until they are too late to hinder. Toyed with her entire life by powers beyond her recognition, it is no strange wonder that this once symbol of power and grace sunk to a state of decay and damage. Despite all of this, thought; Nefeli is not entirely consumed by the demon that took her heart aeons ago. Something good aches and pounds life back into this misunderstood queen, rivalling and creating conflict inside her at all times. Perhaps she has chosen desolation to prevent the world around her to bleed from her mistakes. Perhaps she believes herself to be a redeemer; a last survivor of a dying kin, and the newer civilizations and races simply couldn't know that she too had fallen to the darker powers she was foolishly introduced to. Her harsh growth has taught her that diplomacy and peace rarely solves a problem permanently. Due to this, she deals swift, unforgiving blows to those who she could consider even a minuscule threat to her or her allies. She has accepted herself as the renegade outcast she is and understands that no banner, red or blue; could possibly come to welcome such a wicked witch as she was. Regardless of this, however, Nefeli is extremely cunning in manipulation and will come to seduce and befriend both creatures of good and evil to reach her goals, uncaring for the journey so long as the destination is beneficial to her motives in the end. Bent and harrow, Nefeli carries on her unholy crusade in a belief that her intent, backed by a thousand years of knowledge and egoism, is the only way, and will crush anyone seeking to interfere with her own plans, regardless if their purpose to do so is aligned with hers. She carries herself like a queen at all times around other races and grants no one true-sight over her actual feelings or purposes. More-often than not she veils and clouds her every move making her extremely hard to strategically plan against. She may say one thing, but mean something entirely else. With mere prying eyes she digs through the flesh and bone of her rivals and even her friends to know exactly what everyone around her thinks and plans to do at all times. There is no strength in the hunger she possesses… and the will behind her power is a primal thing. And it devours her as she devours others - her mere presence kills all around her, slowly, feeding. She is already dead, it is simply a question of how many she kills before she falls. Nefeli cares nothing for good or evil or the great enemy. And when these are dead, she will feed on the alliance, the horde, and eventually, consume the last of the highborne as well. LICHBORNE Nefeli has mastered death and so life. Her morbid addiction to darker magic invoked soon a necromancer that would come to challenge all who opposed her unholy crusade. Unchallenged no doubt in magic, Nefeli and her experience with forgotten and forbidden techniques is her strongest triumph. BREATH OF SINDRAGOSA Taught by a nathrezim, beyond the evil, occult magic that she learned she too mastered the ability to sow doubt and fear into the hearts of even the strongest men. With a tongue of silver only an elf, or perhaps a dragon could sway, Nefeli is a keen manipulator, and has, and will use this against her enemies, whether it is for frightening tactics or through thread-thin pacts; one thing is certain - she makes sure to always have the advantage with this skill. DIRTY TRICKS Nefeli may be considered an outlaw renegade with no allies; for who would back such a terrible tyrant? But the truth to it is that Nefeli commands a legion of undead. Guarded by a band of spectral wraiths that wistfully hovers in another realm; Nefeli utilizes dirty tricks to her disposal, allowing her servants to do a majority of her work for her. Even if you brave could tear through the dozen of undead that guard this ghastly queen, could you stand victorious after an encounter with her? Edited July 22, 2017 by Romeo Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DavidTwo 72 Posted July 22, 2017 The Bane of Silverdale... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Destruin 18 Posted July 22, 2017 the bane of necro...pheliacs Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mithaniel 66 Posted July 22, 2017 nefeli and mithaniel better have an epic necromancy vs fel battle. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Eva 20 Posted July 22, 2017 Love the artist, am a fan of hers on Deviant art. Nice bio as well! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Highlander 56 Posted July 22, 2017 Nutted. Well done. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Silmariel 9 Posted July 22, 2017 Excellent bio, beautifully written. Sounds like a fascinating character and a worthy rival. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Romeo 320 Posted July 22, 2017 thanks everyone for the warm words <3 and yes mithaniel. a sandwich of darkness. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
fatchicken 22 Posted August 18, 2017 Love Nefeli, love this. It's inspiring me to try and make a bio half as good! Also, pun intended, necro'd. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
alexandra 31 Posted August 18, 2017 Wow, really impressive. Seems like a really well developed character Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
