Poesia

Name: Caitlin
Age: Aged
Contact: thatoneblonde @ plurk
Other Characters: Sister Sara Sawbones, Jenny Lou Davies, Ashey Pelt
Interests: i wanted to play someone who fucks and also a blood monster and here we are


Name: Poesia
Canon/OC: OC
Journal: bloodandsand
Race: Elf blooded Human
Nationality: Nevarran
Occupation: Murder
Division: Forces
Mage or Not: No
Age: 32

History

- Poesia was born to a Mortaletasi father and an elven mother, who unfortunately died in childbirth. Her father, obsessed with dragons, skipped town with Baby Po to hook up with a Nevarran dragon cult.
- Poesia was raised largely by a genteel lady who took all the girl children of the cult under her wing to be raised as a potential recruiters or liaisons between the cult and merchants.
- Unfortunately, Poesia was significantly more disposed towards fighting, particularly in defense of the young lady in training for priesthood, to who she was subservient to.
- Her training was shifted from recruiter to reaver. She was fed a mixture of a heady wine, wyvern venom and dragon’s blood, to induce visions (hallucinations shaped by the cult elders’ suggestions) and ensure she understood the true importance of her duty (and thus cement her loyalty), the lower draught of dragon blood potentially staving off the directionless murder tendencies and mutations.
- She met in secret with her beloved priestess-in-training, the two weaving together the beautiful paradise they would someday shape. Her beloved as the head priestess of a religion that would topple the heretical Chantry itself, with her faithful dragon, Poesia, at her side.
- HEY WHAT’S UP IT’S YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD DRAGON HUNTERS.
- Poesia and her beloved fled into the Plansene Forest with a handful of surviving acolytes, where they stayed through most of the Mage-Templar war, dodging the occasional dragon hunter who’d heard rumors of Dragon Cultists.
- Poesia spent most of her time in the forests alternating wildly between highs from erratically mixed potions and withdrawals (both from alcoholism and a psychological dependence the euphoric “”visions”” had created). And getting into scuffles with templars and/or mages that wandered too close to the splinter cult’s encampments, which was significantly more enjoyable.
- Her beloved begins to plot her war against the Chantry for their crimes of heresy. The remaining acolytes begin to grow restless as their time in the forest has worn on them, the prospect of going to war with the Chantry itself a daunting prospect.
- News of Corypheus hit the little cult, particularly news of the Dragon. The acolytes petitioned her beloved to join, but the Priestess refused, finding Corypheus’ enslavement of a high dragon disgusting.
- Desperate, the acolytes mixed a draught of the mixture with a heavy emphasis on the wine and wyvern venom, waiting until both Poesia and the High Priestess were thoroughly addled before locking them in an abandoned barn and escaping into the night.
Her beloved, reaching new heights of religious fervor, saw a “vision” of her death at the hands of the Chantry and begged Poesia to kill her first, eating her heart so that they would always be together.
- Did It For The Girl.
- Directionless for the first time, Poesia wandered the forest and up to the Vinmark Mountains, intending to make her way to Tevinter to kill Corypheus herself, with very little hope of even finding Tevinter.
- She caught a Riftshard instead.

Personality
Poesia is all the makings of sweet refinement of a High Class Nevarran girl, run through a blood obsessed cult. She has been sculpted from a young age for a very specific purpose and she’s very comfortable with that purpose. She enjoys violence and death and all of the delightful inbetweens an individual can get up to with the proper tools and motivation. She’s been fed entirely too much dragon blood for too long to ever hope to reclaim what scraps of her humanity remain. And her tenure off her beloved’s leash has given her a taste of what life without a master is like.

She’s not very fond of it. Directionless violence is terribly boring and Poesia has found that she enjoys having a collar to strain against when she bares her teeth. Which does not mean she’ll give away her obedience freely. The blood drenched night she devoured her beloved was horrific and Poesia fears that loss of self again. The betrayal of those she served via her beloved was a severe one and though they all died miserable deaths, it’s not a lesson she’ll forget. She is a monster who has been honed into a very fine weapon. The person who holds her leash must be worthy of it.
Despite being a blood drenched killing machine, Poesia is wildly affectionate and constantly charmed by people. She’s guileless and earnest in her emotions, upfront about her likes and dislikes, which has its own charm when it’s not about her favorite ways to flay a man alive (unless you’re into that I guess). She has no other particular skills outside of death and sex, so cleverness is a large draw for her. She is very aware she is lovely to look at and is an irrepressible flirt who is disinclined to form strong attachments. Her beloved is first in her heart even still and it would be so sad for those she leaves behind after her inevitable gruesome death.


Opinions & Affiliations

The Chantry- Her darling hated them so Poesia hates them, not enough to go on the massive killing spree her darling might have wanted, but enough to be like “Hey… Fuck you guys.”

The Mage-Templar War- Lots of fun 10/10, sorry about killing some of your friends.

Dragon Hunters Eat Shit.

Most anything else, Poesia’s opinions generally run towards “It sure do be like that huh”, because being raised in relative isolation and fanatic dogma to be the priestess’ pet killer doesn’t make for a well rounded person with strong opinions about the wider world.

Strengths & Weaknesses

Strengths-
Super strong and durable, thanks to a steady diet of dragon’s blood.
Very good at murder and wholesale violence, reasonably talented at tactical thinking, though mostly limited guerrilla warfare involving one (1) person high on dragon’s blood.
Uncomfortably charming and elegant for someone who’s a clean 6’ and has a blood fetish
Loyal to the point of worship

Weaknesses
Generally enjoys killing people with her bare hands.
Please don’t put her in charge of things, she dislikes it
Please don’t let her talk to important people who do NOT need terrifying, she has two conversational settings and they’re “Fuck” and “Kill”
Loyal to the memory of her darling first and foremost, therefore measuring everyone against her with a knife

Inventory

The clothes on her back.
A very fine set of knives and the appropriate accouterments to care for them.

Motivation

Not being in charge all the time because oops she doesn’t super know how to function without some kind of directive and “Rip out Corypheus’ heart and eat it” kinda got sidelined by this whole rift shard business.