!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!
READ THIS WARNING IN ITS ENTIRETY BEFORE PROGRESSING.
ROLEPLAY WITH THIS CHARACTER MAY INCLUDE BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO: DRUG USE, VIOLENT DEATH, TORTURE, WRONGFUL AID IN POLITICAL CORRUPTION, EXTREMIST BELIEFS, DRINKING HABITS & OTHER UNHEALTHY MEANS OF COPING WITH TRAUMA, MENTIONS & DESCRIPTION OF MENTAL ILLNESS INCLUDING FLASHBACKS, SEUXAL TRAMA/ABUSE, INCLUDING THE FLASHBACKS OR MENTIONING OF VARIOUS ABUSE(PHYSICAL, MENTAL, & SEXUAL) OF A MINOR, AND UNWANTED PREGNANCY.*I WILL NEVER GO INTO DETAIL INVOLVING SEXUAL TRAUMAS. CERTAIN THINGS WILL BE HEAVILY IMPLIED, OR WITH JUST ENOUGH DESCRIPTION THAT WILL ALLOW FELLOW WRITER'S AND READERS TO PUT TWO-AND-TWO TOGETHER. ASIDE FROM THAT, THERE WILL ONLY BE BRIEF MENTIONINGS OF THOSE PAST EVENTS BY AMORETTE.
EXAMPLE: AMORETTE EERILY, CASUALLY STATING (WITH BLANK EYES) THAT SHE STARTED DOING SW WHEN IN HER YOUNG-MID TEENS. OR, EVEN THE WAY AMORETTE SLAPS BOTH HANDS OVER HER EARS UPON HEARING THE CRIES OF A BABY AND THE DESPERATION TO RUN FAR, FAR AWAY FROM THE SOURCE.PLEASE MENTION IF THERE IS ANYTHING SPECIFIC YOU WOULD NOT LIKE TO BE EXPLICITLY INCLUDED AND, OR IS A PERSONAL TRIGGER FOR YOU IF/WHEN WE ARE RPING WITH EACH OTHER. AMORETTE IS A TRAGEDY CHARACTER, THE ACCUMULATION OF MANY TERRIBLE EXPERIENCES. SHE IS THE VILLAINOUS OUTCOME OF A WOMAN WHO JUST BARELY SURVIVED A CRUEL WORLD. AND SHE INTENDS TO MAKE THE WORLD PAY.IMPORTANT TO KEEP IN MIND:
SHE DESIRES A WHOLE RACE/SPECIES OF PEOPLE (HUMANS) TO SUFFER AS SHE AS SUFFERED. SHE DESIRES THE ABSOLUTE ANNIHILATION OF HUMANS. HER HATE FOR HUMANITY RUNS SO DEEP THAT SHE IS NOT ABOVE LEAVING A HUMAN CHILD BEHIND TO BE CONSUMED BY THE WILDERNESS. IF YOU PLAY A HUMAN CHARACTER, SHE WILL NEVER LIKE OR TRUST YOUR MUSE. SHE'S MORE THAN LIKELY ALREADY CONTEMPLATING THEIR DOWNFALL AND MURDER BY THE SECOND INTERACTION.THOUGH SHE WILL SHOW A GLIMMER OF EMPATHY TOWARDS HUMANS THAT ARE MAGES, IT ULTIMATELY DOES NOT MATTER BECAUSE THEY ARE HUMAN AND SHE BELIEVES THEY MUST BE PURGED FOR A BETTER WORLD. THE ONLY POSSIBLE EXCEPTION TO THIS ARE "HUMANS" WHO ARE THINGS LIKE WEREWOLVES, VAMPIRES, OR OTHER SUCH "SHIFTERS" AND "CREATURES" MAINLY DUE TO THE FACT THEIR EXISTENCE IS OFTEN STIGMATIZED IN SIMILAR FASHION TO HER BEING ELVEN AND AN ABOMINATION.
Dragon Age verse
Birth Name: REDACTED
Alias: Amorette, The Dalish Dame
Age: Early 30's
Height: 5'7" (170.18cm)
Body Type: Curvy, Voluptuous
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Cerise-Pink Amethyst-Purple
Class: Mage
Specialty: Virtuoso (The Mage-Bard)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Personality: "Do not test my power; and do not tempt my fury."
Unchained, unapologetic, extremely pronounced femininity, and dangerously outspoken for an Elven woman. Equally (and unexpectedly) dangerous, manipulative, and ruthless as any masculine counterpart. Will use feminine allure and nearly any other means to achieve her goals. A top tier actress, masquerading among humans and the Orlesian Court.
Occupation: Madam, a woman who runs brothel(s) with a minimum of 45 workers under her, who work and make various exchanges for money or other goods in return. Owns and runs 3 brothels; two within Orlais, and one in Antiva. A master manipulator of the Law and Connections, even as an Elf, Amorette is a well respected player of The Game. She is regarded as the second most powerful Elf within Orlais; only behind (or even on par) with Briala.
History
• Born into the Dalish Clan Athdhea. She was considered a miracle by parents who had been struggling to conceive and was aptly named REDACTED by a Clan that was dwindling, not having had a child among them for some many years.
• Having been born with bad eyes of an ailment the Dalish knew not the name, she grew up experiencing the world and magic different than the average individual, or mage.
• Clan Athdhea were different than most, being foolishly unafraid to never banish any mages from their Clan. They rarely even intermingled with other Dalish; who were often too afraid to intermingle with them in return due to their "absurd" and "dangerous" choices, anyhow.
• Her strange connection in how she experienced magic and the fade was encouraged; though, carefully monitored under strict tutelage.
• There is a saying that there is near nothing more pure than a child's innocent love. Everyone within the Clan greatly Loved her, and she Loved them in return. Everything was beautiful and precious to the eyes and ears of a child. She loved Love. And so, it came as no surprise to the Clan when a very rare Spirit of Love began manifesting itself to her. Unlike other Dalish who would never allow such a thing, Clan Athdhea did. This made them unwelcome to any such Dalish gatherings, and made other Dalish Clans immediately hostile towards them upon noticing they allowed spirit(s) to coexist within their Clan.
• Love and REDACTED were near inseparable, like two very goods friends. Even if it sometimes left back to traverse the Fade, the Spirit always returned soon after.
Mother would cry when Humans came too close,
Then she would tell me:
My Love,
Anything that is beautiful
Humans want to break
And you are very beautiful
I'm afraid
She was thirteen when it happened.An explosion so bright, even cataract filled eyes could see it. Ears ringing from the sheer volume of screams that followed by voices familiar. Breath hitched, and the pale of water was swiftly dropped back within crystal clear waters.
Why did she run towards it all, instead of just running away?What chance did a small group of people have against the skill of Orlaisan Chevaliers, and the abilities of Templars? Both of which their Clan knew nothing about.Her senses were overwhelmed. There was the stench of burnt flesh and blood, mixed with the burning wood and herbs of their belongings. Her ears were unable to differentiate words from cries or screams, the harshness of bones being shatted under boots, the chime of metal against metal, or let alone their demands and menacing laughter.In an attempt to save the things and people she loved so dearly, REDACTED remained behind with a select few that included The Keeper. They all yelled, insisted she needed to run with the Clan's First and two other children they'd sent off on Halla. Still, she remained; until The Keeper was violently cut down. Why did it take her until that moment to realize: there was no winning this battle. And when she finally attempted to escape. . .it was too late.
Aye, look at this one!
Not bad, for a knife-ear.
That's a pretty one.
Where you running off to, little one?
The fun is just beginning.
Our fun, that is.
The sky had darkened and the clouds, pregnant with rain, birthed their thunderous gale. Water drizzled imperfect trails along the scorched surroundings. A silver moon was out amongst the dingy atmosphere. The rain tasted sour against her lips as did the drip of her own blood seeping through cut lips. The watery pressure increased, sheets slapped down harder, the rain beating a dotted rhythm against her now mangled shirt, or what was left of it.She couldn't move.She couldn't feel.Here she laid, a beaten and broken soul. Bones so shattered she wondered if they'd ever mend. There was so much blood... It pooled around her body, trickling in a blending mixture. This was her fault. She'd brought this sort of treatment upon herself. Why didn't she just run?Her throat had become so hoarse and dry, even quiet sobs were painful. It ached to even raise a hand to the wound they'd caused on the left side of her chest. A dagger between the ribs, just upwards into a lung. One last infliction before they left, one they hoped and believed would also kill her physically.Would the rest of her minutely life be left to bleed out on this grimly earth?
Unwithering, unchanging, and unthorned,
A spirit of the purest Love one knows.
It could feel the echoes of events. But, most of all, it could hear her.I don't want to die.
Over, over, and over.Half lidded eyes took in the blurred vision of her dear friend, Love. A crimson coated hand reached out and she could almost swear the Spirit felt "physical". Was it because she was dying? You don't belong in a place like this, not anymore, she tried to insist with a forced smile. Yet, the Spirit did not leave. It did not speak. There was only a flash of light and colors, and it when reality faded back, Love was gone.As the rain fell, it seemed to renew her. First, some toes twitched alive, then some fingers. Every little movement was pain, yet at the same time... Everything was numb, dulled. And slowly, but surely, she made it stumbling onto aching feet. Her wounds were healed over, even if only a little. It was just enough— just enough to not die.The stench of waste seemed to weigh heaviest here— It was where her body had been dumped as a statement. Trash belonged with the rest of the discarded, forgotten litter.The pain was excruciating, the burn of wounds bore into the pits of her chest and stomach, along the sides of both legs and worst of all, her head and face. Bruises, a terrible shade of navy and dark purple already swelled over powder pink eyes and expanded even across her jawline. Dried blood stained the right side of her head, further obscuring the fading vision of her right eye. But, she was walking. Slowly, but surely.
This is a bad town for a pretty face.
• REDACTED would finally stumble upon a small Orlaisian settlement called Vu Laron. In comparison to many surrounding settlements, this one was clearly struggling to make ends meet. She would have never dared step foot in a shemlen city, but where else was she supposed to go when in such a dire state?
• Humans who dared to attempt reaching out to the young, bloody and beaten Elf were shrugged off. It was only when coming upon the gated entrance of the city's Elven slums did she finally collapse to both knees. For all the differences and conflict between Dalish and City Elves, ultimately, they were still kin and were swift to aid the Elven girl.
• It would take over a month for physical wounds to mend, or at least mostly mend. A middle-age Elven couple who never had children of their own were eager to open their home to her. They were not the only Elves there who helped tend to her. Luckily, none of them ever dared ask what had happened. They wouldn't have received an answer, anyhow.
• Reality felt warped for the Elf, who was now a selective mute. Upon finally wandering Vu Laron, it did not take long for her to understand that this place was corrupt. The other Elves repeatedly warned her that this place was known as a free-for-all, even in terms of a Human settlement. One of the very small handful of Orlaisian cities where Humans of any social standing could wander into, to indulge and act without worry of lingering consequence.
There would be no lasting peace. Simply existing garnered the attention of passing shemlen. They circled like hungry vultures, sniffing her hair or making vulgar commentary with their liquor laden breath. There was a fear in the eyes of any surrounding Elves, apprehensive for the first time to offer any aid. It was only a moment their eyes connected, but it was just long enough to see that particular City Elf shaking their head and mouthing: I'm so sorry.
She didn't even bother fighting it, being dragged into some strange place where cup after cup where forcefully handed to her. It was a liquid she was unfamiliar with, amber colored and foul smelling enough to nearly make her gag. Every sip was to enough to have her physically recoiling at how it burned. Even when she began shaking, finally attempting to say no more, they insisted even if it meant forcefully tilting back her head.Then, everything was blur.
And where do you think you're going, Elf? Those sods paid a handsome price for you. Get comfortable, because we just had the best night we have in a long time.
• Working in Vu Laron's Brothel was a waking nightmare and she quickly learned that going along with it all made life much more easy than attempting to push against her reality.
• Much to her displeasure (and the pleasure of the Brothel's Owner), REDACTED was exceptionally popular with Human men. This popularity only grew when it was realized she was also blessed with musical talents. A pretty, little songbird. The Brothel was able to make more than enough sufficient funds off her exploitation alone; especially once the attention of surrounding Lords and Dukes began to come into play.
• REDACTED was not stupid, and understood that to survive she needed to do everything possible to hide the fact she was a mage.
• Throughout this time, her and Love would manage to reunite deep within the Fade. Those little meetings done in sleep were sometimes the only thing that kept her going onto the next day.
•Love would eventually begin risking crossing into the physical world to meet their dear friend. REDACTED would beg them to return to the Fade, insisting they could not and should not be in such a place. But, Love could never entirely remember nor understand why.
•When the inevitable happened, REDACTED would only be sent back to live within the Alienage when her belly began to swell beyond masking while clothed, let alone unclothed.
For perhaps the only Love more pure than a child's,
is that of a Mother.
So, Love could not understand why REDACTED cried so. Love could not understand why REDACTED would not eat. Love could not understand why REDACTED nearly everyday asleep, yet never bothered to visit in the Fade as they always had.
Where are you going!?You shouldn't be walking, yet!
She could not breathe. She could not sleep. She could not eat.They'd sent her to the city's Chantry that doubled as Vu Laron's orphanage. It was so loud, too loud. The smell of their incense made her stomach churn. Wide-eyed and breathing heavy, she slammed through double doors and ran. She was going to run to anywhere, anywhere but there. Still bleeding, the sharp pain within was enough to make her double over. Concerned Chantry sisters had followed, and so had Love. All the young Elf could do was scream as Chantry sisters touched her, even though they only were attempting to help her back onto both feet. She didn't mean to do it, but it finally happened: REDACTED revealed the fact she was a Mage. A raging fire formed within both palms before grabbing and clawing into the face of a Chantry sister, her shrill screams echoing for only moments before there was sudden silence. The sister's body promptly fell away, her face incinerated beyond recognition.Guards were swift to spring into action, arriving at the worst moment.Like a wild animal who's only thought was survival, REDACTED reacted without a second thought. But, she was so weakened, already. And still she attempted to fight back.
Love was attempting to process yet forget what they were witnessing. It was difficult to look away. They couldn't understand. Why? What could they do? What had the one they Loved done for the Humans to do such a thing? How could they make it stop? Why? Why? Wh—
It took only one well-placed strike to the back of the head, and she collapsed. Tears flowed as everything faded to black. She was so tired.
The Fade looked different than it ever had before. Why? Everything around her was disturbingly familiar. This— This was a nightmare. Why was everything replaying around her?It didn't stop no matter how she screamed, no matter how she begged.Demons. Rage. Despair. Fear. They stood in line, practically arguing amongst one another as they attempted to persuade the young mage into possession.
Love watched from a distance. It watched every wretched act the one they loved had been through. How could they forget? How could they let themselves forget? How could they not understand? Why did they do nothing? It all made Love feel—What could it do?
How could it help?
How could it make this stop?What good was Love?
How could Love exist?
And that's when it realized:
Love was weak. Love was useless.
A hand stretched out to the Elf, who remained on both knees whilst crying and covering her ears. Pushing aside the other Demons was one of almost familiar energy. Their eyes met, and REDACTED knew. Desire did not speak as REDACTED cried hoarse apologies, stating they had told them so many times to leave, that they didn't belong in their physical world.I'm so sorry, my friend.
Then she took Desire's hand.
She Desired to express her Rage.
She Desired to make them all feel her Despair.
She Desired them to also exist with looming Fear.
Vu Laron burned on this day.
Monsters, it looked as though there were nothing but monsters surrounding the entirety of the ballroom. Every which way a soul may have turned; there was a blossoming of garish costumed feathers and frocks of neon-plumes jutting out in utter chaos.“Is it true another location will be opening in Val Firmin?” “Val Firmin? I heard it was to be in Virchiel!” “Pft! This is ridiculous. There’s no possible way a knife-ear could have climbed this far...” “Well, I heard she has bedded The Empress-” “ By way of Demons, I’m sure! ” “Oh. So, the Council of Heralds?” There was laughter at this daring statement, but the human chevalier dressed in a stylized reptilian head briskly cleared his throat and did his best to control the gasps and giggles he started.A body couldn’t get through from one end of the hall to the other without hearing at least a little bit of the discussion in each little gathering of people.
Know that you, you dug your own grave, now lie in it
All I see is red, red, oh red
Executioner style, there won't be no trial
The world is better off with you dead
Now all I see is red, red
Shemlen. . . Such simple creatures.It took over a decade, but she did it. She crawled and climbed, grasping every single opportunity to raise in their social latter. She learned the ins and outs of their little "Game".After many connections, lies, manipulating, finding loop holes in their laws, and murders, she would become possibly the only Elven woman to be granted permission to own three brothels, a theatre, and even an Estate with property all in her name. What's more, she makes a point to hire only Elves; and the occasional Qunari as means of security.The beloved Virtuoso of the Orlaisian Court.
And we're going to tear them apart, from the inside-out.
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