Khandril Frostryn

[khandril]

General Information :[/u][/size]

Full Name: Khandril Varinka Frostryn - Хан Варинка мороз

Guild/ Organization Affiliation: None

Title: None

Manifestation: Gangrel

Sire: Unknown (Even to her)

Vampiric Generation: 4th of the Vodyanoy bloodline



Appearance :

Apparent Age: Early Twenties

True Age: Unknown (Ancient)

Race: Human North Lander(Vampire)

Height: 5'8”

Weight: 128 pounds

Build: Lean / Lanky

Hair Color: Midnight Black W/ Indigo Highlights

Eyes: Light Icy Blue (Wolfen)

Skin Tone: Pale

Distinguishing Marks: Flail scars upon her back

Usual Demeanor: Khandril's personality has a tendancy to be a bit grating. She is often quiet, and unobtrusive. Anyone speaking to her would get the distinct notion that she is fully apathetic to their existance and her voice and eyes are cold and mistrusting. Often she is seen wearing a dark pair of glasses to hide her icy wolfen eyes. Her posture is rarely erect, standing with a slight slouch to her shoulders. Her movements are slow and graceful. She rarely if ever smiles or shows any kind of humor. The scent of the deep pine forest mixed with Jasmine seems to emanate from her.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


Background History: Khandril was born amongst icy tundras of the far north. Her clan of hunter gatherers were a sturdy and spiritually aware people. Her mother and father were her Clan's Shaman, the lineage passing from generations of mystics throughout their history. Specializing in mostly tribal and necromantic magics to empower their warriors and ensure the Clan's safety. Young Khandril was a happy child, playing amongst the villages children and animals while also being trained to take her mother's place one day as the Clan's wise woman.

When she was ten, a rival Clan attacked her village. Seeking lands other than their own, the barbarians rampaged through her home and slaughtered the inabitants. Khandril hid inside of one of her mother's trunks of ceremonial items with a blanket thrown over her. As she lay there in the still darkness, the sounds of agony echoed around her. She heard them enter her family's long house and the sounds of her parents dying in a frenzy of blood and looting.

After the attack was over and Khandril emerged from her hiding place, the scene that lay before the girl shattered her mind. No longer the happy gentle girl she had once been, she was now a shadow of her former self. She gathered as many supplies as she could, including many of her mother's magical talismans.

Nothing is known of Khandril again until she was fifteen. Found roaming the seedy avenues of Britain, a chance encounter with the woman Alyssia Kanath changed her life. Living on the streets had changed Khandril's vocation from Shaman to thief. the girl had made a limited name for herself as one of the cities more active cat burglars. Feeling pity for Khandril, the young woman took her in and taught her much, forging a fast friendship. But Khandril was dark and brooding, still raw over the fate of her family. She sought Revenge and a deeper understanding of death and what lay beyond. Even the counsel of her best friend could not stop her. All that is known is at some point...Alyssia acquiesced and negotiated a deal that would define Khandril's existence for ever after. A deal that both of them would regret.

Nothing is known about her embrace into the darkness. The only people left in Sosaria who know the details are she and Alyssia.

After, Khandril continued to accompany Alyssia on one adventure after another, even up to the day when she took control of her own Clan and became their Arbiter. Khandril was officially adopted by Clan Stormwind and into House Rhiven as one of the High Council's elite intelligence operatives.

No more records exist of her history. All that is known is that at some point a few years ago...the relationship between the Vampire and the Thunderlord soured and they parted company. They had been companions for over two centuries thanks to the Thunderlord's artificially elongated life span.

[khandril]

Shade:



General Information:

Full Name: Shade or ТЕНЬ (In the Northern tongue)

Guild / Organization affiliaton: ~NPC~

Reagent: Khandril



Appearance:

A large shaggy black wolf with gentle intelligent eyes.

Apparent Age:[/u] Adult

Race: Canis Lupus (Wolf)

Height: 3 feet six inches

Length: 6 feet (from nose to tail)

Weight: 105 pounds

Coloration: Deep midnight black

Eyes: bright peridot

Distinguishing Marks: He is obviously in perfect condition and more muscular than the average wild wolf. He is very large and always seem strangely calm no matter the situation, holding an inner tranquility that his companion lacks.

Alignment: True Neutral

Background History: Khandril found Shade hovering near death in the deep wilderness during one of her many wanderlusts. He had been forced out of his pack during a battle of dominance with a younger faster male. Once defeated, he wandered the forests barely surviving. Khandril immediately bonded with the dying wolf and in effort to save his life she offered him her own blood. After three nights of her caring for him and helping to sustain him, Shade was saved. His vigor renewed, the two created a new pack together. He has traveled close by her side ever since and is wholly dedicated and loyal to his mistress. He is highly intelligent and has learned to understand both the common tongue and Khandril's own North Eastern dialect.

Shade is also an Empath and sensitive to the emotions of those around him. Especially those of Khandril. A gentle wolf when not threatened, he has the ability to soothe the nerves of those he feels are in need.

[khandril]

You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

What if this whole crusade's
A charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on

Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?

[khandril]

Appearance:
Khandril is tall and lean in build with a well toned body. Her hair is midnight black and reaches a couple inches past her shoulders. It is straight and always neatly kept and washed. She does however keep it covering much of her face while in public, letting it fall forward as she gazes out from behind it with her cold ice blue eyes that always seem to be staring right through everyone and everything around her. She tends to keep them covered with dark glasses ever since her last frenzy, ashamed of the way her eyes had shifted from human to wolfen as a result.

Always dressed in black to mirror the shadows she inhabits, her clothing tends to be loose and easy to maneuver in. Rarely does the expression upon her face hint to anything but sarcasm and distaste for everyone around her, the most emotion that is typically received from her is conveyed in smirks, sneers and looks of boredom or apathy. On the rare occasion she may give a very slight grin if something overly amuses her, the tip of one fang glinting between her lips...though that emotion almost never travels into her eyes. Khandril's voice is soft and accented with an Eastern European dialect., almost whispering but always ringing with contempt. Anyone who truly gets to know her, however...will find that all this is a mask which hides a very angry and bitter woman underneath, struggling to control her emotions.

First Impression:
Khandril tries very hard to come across as a complete bitch. She dislikes crowds and stays to the shadows as often as possible. If forced to socialize, she will stay off to the side and quietly watch everyone around her...most often without speaking or acknowledging the presence of anyone. If someone tries to converse with her, they will quickly find her un-interested in most conversation and will probably be put off by her apathetic and cold demeanor. She can be rude, considering she figures most people to be rather ignorant and useless. She also dislikes most vampires, including herself. She, unlike most of her kind, consider vampires to think they are far more important than they really are. As she says, she is nothing more than an oddity of nature...and to consider herself better than mortals is foolish. And because of this feeling, she tends to dislike associating with others of her nature. Though lately, she has had little choice... She obviously struggles to find her place with other Kindred.

Memorable Quotes:
"Are you done pretending to be intelligent? I have an appointment to get to...."

"I know how hard it is to go for long periods without my bubbly personality and fun loving antics...but I am sure you will get by." ~*Said expressionlessly and in a dull tone*

"Your lack of common sense disturbs me greatly..."

"Count yourself fortunate that you bore me enough that I will kill you quickly. If I actually gained pleasure from it, you would be in serious shit."

"Love is as useless an emotion as Happiness. And both only give you a weakness that your enemies can exploit. I will not be party to such folly."

"What's left when everything you have ever held dear is ripped away, when every emotion is stripped from your soul, when every joy is shattered and ever desire falls tasteless from your lips. When you reach out and touch that which you crave only to have your fingers slip nerveless from it's surface...? Me."

[khandril]

Omen:



General Information :[/u][/size]

Full Name: Omen

Guild / Organization affiliaton: ~NPC~

Appearance:

Omen is an ethereal Unicorn. Created of mist and shadow.

Apparent Age:[/u] Adult

Height: 6 feet at the shoulder

Length: 9 feet (from nose to tail)

Coloration: Shadow

Eyes: White

Distinguishing Marks: Omen's mane seems to be made of moonlight itself. At the right angle and in the light of the moon it shimmers silver.

Alignment: True Neutral

Background History:
Omen has served Khandril's family faithfully for generations. When her clan was slaughtered, one of the magical talisman that Khandril took from her mother's things was the stone that allowed Omen to be summoned as her steed. He is sentient, wise, and communicates via a strong telepathic bond set in place long ago when his summoning stone was created. The blood of her ancestors was used in the summoning and binding of Omen from the Ethereal plane and as such he is bound to her for eternity.

I am he that knocks on your windowpane,
I am he that stalks the night
I am he with silver shot through my mane,
you'll dream of me with fire-eyes bright
If you ever meet me standing there,
you'll wish that you were never born
I'll seize your soul and strip it bare,
I am the Black Unicorn

My horn is forged of silver fire,
my shoulders bear leathern wings
I am the nightmare of your own desire,
I am the song that the Devil sings
Hellfire dancing in my eyes,
my coat is as black as coal
Mortals are so quick to hypnotize,
and then I merely take your soul

Teeth sharp as daggers cooled in the snow,
and hooves that burn through the ground
Follow me not where I lead you to go,
for then your soul will be devil-bound
There is but one who rides my back,
and keeps her soul ever free
Her heart is cold and will not crack,
and she is as cursed as me

[khandril]

[Alyssia Kanath]

OOC: This song pretty much sums up Alyssia's current feelings on Khandril in the first half and Khan's feelings on Aly in the second.

I know your life is empty
And you hate to face this world alone
So you're searching for an angel
Someone who can make you whole
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
So just save yourself

I know that you've been damaged
Your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior
I am just as fucked as you
(I am just as fucked as you)
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
So just save yourself

Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me

My life has been a nightmare
My soul is fractured to the bone
And if I must be lonely, I think I'd rather be alone
(I think I'd rather be alone)

You can not save me
You can't even save yourself
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
Save yourself
So just save yourself