Baen Zavaleta
Baen Zaveleta is a relatively young scion to the blood curse and a halfblood to boot. This has not prevented them from carving out a little niche of their own. Instead of lording it over a small fiefdom and extracting blood tribute, he barters with his humans and in return for their loyalty, she offers them their protection. This has served them relatively well as her coffers get a steady flow of income, while his talons never forget the kiss of blood for too long.
It's amusing how easy it is to get food when you don't kill your prey and let them breed in peace.
Appearance
This creature looks refined, angled sharp and always ready to strike. A viper and deadly elegant to boot. In one word they are beautiful. Sadly they are entirely aware of it too and dress the part. Expensive fabrics and attire to accentuate and underline what unnature has given them. Powders, paint and parfums only serve to accentuate and perhaps cover up something underneath the splendor.
As a halfblood Baen is not entirely frozen to time. They are hot to the touch, every once in a while take a deep breath of air and have a certain sense of nervous energy in their step.
Like things can't pass quick enough to get to the next good bit.
As a halfblood Baen is not entirely frozen to time. They are hot to the touch, every once in a while take a deep breath of air and have a certain sense of nervous energy in their step.
Like things can't pass quick enough to get to the next good bit.
Personality
Arrogant, self-assured, slothful, suicidal to a fault. These are Baen and more. This creature knows their worth and perhaps overestimates themselves quite often. But this can be forgiven- a being that believes themself to be immortal quite certainly acts out like this.
Traits
- Old, patient, unhurried, slothful
- Old wounds
- Hypersensitivity to prolonged light exposure
- Hungry, constant need of sustenance
- Brave and hardy, suicidal
- Fast and agile
Biography & Lore
Baen Zaveleta is relatively young for their kind, but that doesn't say much.
Almost 120 years old Baen has been around for a lot of chaos. The last few years were especially messy. Not anytime before did they see such discord, so much war and suffering throughout the realms. Now this chaos is threatening to spill into their little slice of life. He never assumed that it could be important to become stronger, more powerful. They truly believed they were as strong as they had to be. But with his way of life threatened? Baen Zaveleta, one-time reaver and pirate, now Lord of the Eyrian Valley, began exploring ancient tombs.
Consulting sages.
Reading scrolls.
You know, the usual thing you do, if you wanted to self-educate and not rely on dusty mentors who tried to force their beliefs on you. The sacking of a nearby keep only confirmed to her that these dogmas were a waste of time. Once she was confident in her skills? Others were brought into the fold. Sentients of all walks in life. They taught them all what they knew and together they resolved to learn even more.
The Emissaries they would be called.
A private joke to Baen, who had once encountered this group on Belgrath, and liked the name so much they took it for themselves.
There was nothing funny about their operations however. A group of cultists, ransacking and marauding places of knowledge, sites of power. Always hungry to take more might for themselves. All led by Zaveleta in constant pursuit of more to conquer. Strangely enough for a band of their reputation? If they took up a contract (which was rare) they did their best to complete it successfully (which was always).
With new power and dark secrets in their clutches Baen returned to his Valley.
Rather than remain isolated as they always had been the blood scion began to establish connections with those around them. Offering favors, assistance, in return for friendship... and perhaps more.
Perhaps it would be enough to safekeep their valley.
Only time would tell.
Almost 120 years old Baen has been around for a lot of chaos. The last few years were especially messy. Not anytime before did they see such discord, so much war and suffering throughout the realms. Now this chaos is threatening to spill into their little slice of life. He never assumed that it could be important to become stronger, more powerful. They truly believed they were as strong as they had to be. But with his way of life threatened? Baen Zaveleta, one-time reaver and pirate, now Lord of the Eyrian Valley, began exploring ancient tombs.
Consulting sages.
Reading scrolls.
You know, the usual thing you do, if you wanted to self-educate and not rely on dusty mentors who tried to force their beliefs on you. The sacking of a nearby keep only confirmed to her that these dogmas were a waste of time. Once she was confident in her skills? Others were brought into the fold. Sentients of all walks in life. They taught them all what they knew and together they resolved to learn even more.
The Emissaries they would be called.
A private joke to Baen, who had once encountered this group on Belgrath, and liked the name so much they took it for themselves.
There was nothing funny about their operations however. A group of cultists, ransacking and marauding places of knowledge, sites of power. Always hungry to take more might for themselves. All led by Zaveleta in constant pursuit of more to conquer. Strangely enough for a band of their reputation? If they took up a contract (which was rare) they did their best to complete it successfully (which was always).
With new power and dark secrets in their clutches Baen returned to his Valley.
Rather than remain isolated as they always had been the blood scion began to establish connections with those around them. Offering favors, assistance, in return for friendship... and perhaps more.
Perhaps it would be enough to safekeep their valley.
Only time would tell.
References
Adapted from my character on Chaos.
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