Fiore

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Summary
== Residing within Morytania, Fiore is a coven member of the Skalovs. She is a firm believer of "The old ways" that were more common during the times of the great covens. That is to say, she believes Vampyres are the supreme race, and equality between the races is unthinkable. ==

Description
Body: Fiore stands at just 5'4 in humanoid form. With slender, spider-like proportions backed by a wire musculature. Her chest is quite flat; and her shoulders are broad. Her hands and feet each possess long, claw-like nails of a black color. Lining each ear are rows of small earrings, which oft jingle musically when she is in motion.

Face: Fiore's face is an accurate representation of her people. Her cheekbones are high rising, gaunt, while her jaw is sharp and angled to a fine point. Her brow ridge is pronounced, and her eyes are sunken. Topped off with a snubbed bat-like nose. Either ear comes up to a fine point.

Her mouth is arguably the most pleasant feature of her visage seeing as it houses two dangerous fangs, it's color is a fleshy pink, soft and lush like a satin pillow, despite the deathly complexion of most her flesh. Her eyebrows are slender, and her eyes themselves will vary in color according to coven.

Gender: Female.

Hair: Fiore's hair is long, flowing, and coal black. Possessing a shine most noticeable in the light, closely resembling the colors of a raven basking in the sunlight.

Religion: Unspecified. Fiore has never been directly asked about this before.

Misc Info: Fiore is ambidextrous.

Early Life
In the beginning, like many others; Fiore was but a simple human. Fiore Scurov was her name then. Originating from Ardougne, she had began as a humble rough-neck working for her family, local farmers & fishermen. She cooked, she cleaned, she fished, she tended the livestock of her families farm, she tended the fields, though life there was not without it's own troubles. Her family was wrought with conflict and unnecessary drama at every turn.

The wars fought between Kandarin and their many widespread enemies had forced most of those living in or around Ardougne into taking shelter in the city. Most of the young healthier subjects, were conscripted into Kandarin's military to assist with the war efforts.

Fiore was armed and armored under their service, but not trained; not at first. She proved to have a knack for the art of combat, even without formal training. Having participated in various operations in Al-Kharid against the Ryders, Rellekka against Fremennik rebels, Forinthry, against various small Dragonkin Worshiper encampments.

And so, she was inducted into a smaller elite Squadron whom were subject to advanced training, and given more covert objects to complete for their King and Queen. She had done many things that she found questionable in these operations, things that were without a doubt considered a crime to most every realm and culture in the mainland.

She soon found her company set on a mission that required they set sail for Morytania. At the time, Misthalin was under control by the Dragonkin worshipers, and was not a territory they could simply trek through without some notable problems along the way. So they had taken the long route, plotting a course for Port Phasmatys.

After arrival, they sought out the Paladin order that had began operating within the hallowed land, Fiore assumed they were there to make some sort of agreements. Now, by this time, Fiore had gained experience in the art of smithing, and was charged with tending her companies arms & armor. Oiling them, cleaning them, sharpening them, and repairing them.

It wasn't even two days time after her arrival that Fiore met her first '''Vampyre. In the time before, she had mainly sat in the Canifis''' tavern, watching and listening to the people inside. Making herself as unsuspecting and unimportant as possible. Yet.. someone still managed to take an interest in her, a man approached her, and the struck up conversation; she found him a tad off however, masked in such a strange thing.

They soon agreed on a deal which involved her forging a weapon for him, but as soon as she turned away, his reasons for masking his face were made clear. He drew his weapons, and struck her over the head with it's flat. She only remembers little of that.. a cold numbness rapidly spreading about her body, before all simply faded to black.

She awoke inside a strange shack where faint light poured in through the cracks of the crudely made walls, in the beams of dirty light that shone down on the floor, she could see particles of dust swirling and dancing. She laid there for what seemed light the longest time, thinking her captor was nearby, or possibly some allies of his.

Assuming she had been kidnapped and possibly to be subjected to Slavery.What she found instead was... even more shocking. She hadn't been tied up, robbed, or anything similar. Crawling to her feet, Fiore thought all was well after some uncounted minutes; to her they seemed more like hours. Yet.. the sight she discovered was unnerving, disturbing. Her hands.. were clawed, crooked, monstrous. She panicked, thinking that the man had performed some foul magicks on her body.

Stumbling about the shack on oddly proportioned crooked legs, the claws of her newly shapen feet became caught betwixt two of the unevenly spaced floorboards; bringing her into a harsh thud against the floor. Before her, were shards of a once whole mirror. Slowly but surely.. she took in her new appearance, and realized that he who assaulted her was a Vampyre, and he had left his mark on her.

Fiore curled herself into a ball, rocking back and fourth inside of that shack for hours to come. Weeping at the monster she had become, she could not go to her company now... they would simply take her for one of the local Vampyres, and no doubt slay her without a moments thought. But then a thought occurred to her, how long had she even been here? and for that matter, where was she?

She managed to stow her grief for the time, and exit the shack. A blast of damp, foggy air hit her face, and she realized she was in the middle of the swamp somewhere. She reasoned she had to have been gone at least a day or two, it was in the early hours of the morning judging from the environment. She met the man in the afternoon.

A strange pang of hunger struck her, she reasoned this was normal enough, after all she had been out here for at least a day. Fiore located herself by using the moss on the trees to get a handle on her positioning. Her friend had said Moss gross on the north side of a tree in northern regions, and on the southern, shady sides of trees in the more southern regions. She which direction Canifis was located, and simply traveled in that path until she came across it.

Vampyre Life
Fiore's first few months as a Vampyre were the most difficult. She found she was shunned by Humans, Werewolves, and mainly every race besides Vampyres. She was struck with silver, doused in Holy Water, shot with ranged weaponry, assaulted with spells. She found it impossible to safely interact with others, but necesssary to be exposed to them. As her only means of gaining nourishment as other Vampyres suggested, was Blood. And the Canifis tavern provided this, in the form of Bloodwine.

She soon found herself bearing witness to Marie Mallavian, and Larkir Mallavian stroll inside of the Tavern, taking note of how the occupants seemed over eager to move out of their way, and were so.. polite, cautious, perhaps frightened of the two. They were Vampyres without a doubt.

They left almost as soon as they had arrived, yet Fiore was compelled to follow after them. Perhaps it was the power and and respect they seemed to command from the locals, or the fact that they seemed so content and satisfied with what they were, even joyous of their people.