Maliceion
Imprisoned for countless millennia, entrapped within a prison of orange sap. Dark and heinous powers still cling onto the horrid Fae.
Although still trapped in their tomb, the being's power has found a way to fester and erode itself into the very earth and soil, spreading malady and corruption to the surrounding land, between the Spire and Ixchel Wilds, spreads, grows... Devourer. Fueled by one ideal that has kept its persistent for this long, Spite.
Appearance
Maliceion's figure can often be mistaken for an undead being. Their body is a horrid mix of living and dead, this is due to their imprisonment within their dew cage within the Amber Asylum. However, while a majority of their body was submerged within the substance, others weren't so much. Half of their face peeled away to reveal her bare teeth, her eye dangerously close to eventually falling out.
Their right hand was also given such treatment, becoming skeletal and decayed, their hand clicks with the exposed bones meeting and colliding with each other.
Interestingly, their body seems to still persist, for visibly a slithering and writhing magical energy worms between their exposed carrion flesh like serpents. Taking a vile green appearance, they invigorate the skeleton of the Fae to pursue evermore, fueled by their same spite, that which gives power to their abilities.
Their right hand was also given such treatment, becoming skeletal and decayed, their hand clicks with the exposed bones meeting and colliding with each other.
Interestingly, their body seems to still persist, for visibly a slithering and writhing magical energy worms between their exposed carrion flesh like serpents. Taking a vile green appearance, they invigorate the skeleton of the Fae to pursue evermore, fueled by their same spite, that which gives power to their abilities.
Skills and Abilities
Maliceion was gifted with fell powers by an unknown provider, either be from a God or otherwise. Whatever the case maybe, it has shown great and terrible destruction to those that were inflicted by its agonising effects. The power manifests itself as serpentine energy, taking a bright lime green colouration as it slithers and wiggles on Malicieon.
However, due to Maliceion only recently being awakened, their power is still subsided from the long exposure to the wards and magical defences of the Amber Asylum, but slowly they return alongside Maliceion's consciousness.
However, due to Maliceion only recently being awakened, their power is still subsided from the long exposure to the wards and magical defences of the Amber Asylum, but slowly they return alongside Maliceion's consciousness.
Personality
Maliceion mixes a strange blend of cold but patriotic fury. While imprisoned, the only thing that seemed to have cling onto them more so than their power was their spite and malice. Their anger and hatred, fueled and fanned by their past experiences, Maliceion has become fully devoted to their mysterious patron. For whoever that could be is still unknown, but yet even with this spiteful ideal, seemingly leading their life, they have also been seem to be quite charismatic.
Maliceion's charisma is often times infectious, seemingly worming their words into the ears and minds of many who chooses to listen to them. It is unclear if this is another form of their power, or if they are truly that good, Maliceion has gain a reputation of spreading their faith, that which values the same ideals they value. And now, seeking revenge on those who have wronged them, they seek to bring mindless destruction onto those who choose to ignore their cry, and to watch them burn in the pyres of war.
Maliceion's charisma is often times infectious, seemingly worming their words into the ears and minds of many who chooses to listen to them. It is unclear if this is another form of their power, or if they are truly that good, Maliceion has gain a reputation of spreading their faith, that which values the same ideals they value. And now, seeking revenge on those who have wronged them, they seek to bring mindless destruction onto those who choose to ignore their cry, and to watch them burn in the pyres of war.
Biography & Lore
Once a bright and noble Fae, a being who's shown the same amount of happiness and joy that so many other Fae selflessly displayed. Bright, empathetic and loving, the once charmful Fae would sing songs in the night, that which replenished the forest with growth and beauty.
However, such tranquility could never last long. For when man began to arrive into the world, so too did Maliceion's rage. They watched as the forests and trees that listened to their song were cut down, burned or torn apart.
Outraged, they have counselled with many other Duanann, only to be met with deaf ears. They chose to not intervene with the invaders, instead to continue with their own desires, leaving Maliceion betrayed and scornful. Now, their only choice was to gain a divine answer from the gods, praying to each and every one of them... Only to be met with same results.
With despair and rage, they've let out a cry of anger, annoyed and beyond furious. Not only was Malicion was brushed aside by their fellow Fae and friends, but also the very gods themselves. Maliceion soon sworn that they will do anything to cast vengeance on the ones who destroyed their land, and until that vow was spoken, an answer was finally heard.
With words like silk and a tone similar to a hush breeze, a being of unknowing origin soon made themselves clear. Though hushed tones and whispers, Maliceion and the entity have struck a pact, that which gives the Fae a terrible, yet powerful magic. In return, Maliceion was given the task to spread the same ideals they've valued, spite. For this entity seemingly drawn power from it.
In mere months, great swathes of land were spread with the bloodstain of mortal blood. Humans hanged from trees, implaed by black crystals that seemingly grew and leeched on the trees of the forests. Fanatical chanting and screams howled though the day and night, produced by the growing followers that were poisoned by Maliceion's words, spreading their malice and spite further in the Ixchel wilds. The wildlife, the balance of nature, fractured by this movement.
Soon, earth was reduced to rot, fire spread to devour the natural land, water and rain soon froze from icy chills as horrid mists and fogs ingulfed the land in a sickening grip. But the song that both Maliceion and their followers sang was a horrid and twisted version of which Maliceion used to sing to bring life to the wilds, now replacing it with a corruption, feeding the entity with growing power.
However, no one truly knew how this horrid army was defeated, but it was said that on the day that which Maliceion and their followers were felled and imprisoned, a soothing song, that which was produced by a magical flute some would say. Whatever the case may be, both Maliceion and their fanatic followers were imprisoned in magical amber, son to be transported to a magical fortress that which housed the horrid fae, whose rage, hatred, fury, spite and malice grew more and more like chocking weed, and now, the time has come for the revenge.
However, such tranquility could never last long. For when man began to arrive into the world, so too did Maliceion's rage. They watched as the forests and trees that listened to their song were cut down, burned or torn apart.
Outraged, they have counselled with many other Duanann, only to be met with deaf ears. They chose to not intervene with the invaders, instead to continue with their own desires, leaving Maliceion betrayed and scornful. Now, their only choice was to gain a divine answer from the gods, praying to each and every one of them... Only to be met with same results.
With despair and rage, they've let out a cry of anger, annoyed and beyond furious. Not only was Malicion was brushed aside by their fellow Fae and friends, but also the very gods themselves. Maliceion soon sworn that they will do anything to cast vengeance on the ones who destroyed their land, and until that vow was spoken, an answer was finally heard.
With words like silk and a tone similar to a hush breeze, a being of unknowing origin soon made themselves clear. Though hushed tones and whispers, Maliceion and the entity have struck a pact, that which gives the Fae a terrible, yet powerful magic. In return, Maliceion was given the task to spread the same ideals they've valued, spite. For this entity seemingly drawn power from it.
In mere months, great swathes of land were spread with the bloodstain of mortal blood. Humans hanged from trees, implaed by black crystals that seemingly grew and leeched on the trees of the forests. Fanatical chanting and screams howled though the day and night, produced by the growing followers that were poisoned by Maliceion's words, spreading their malice and spite further in the Ixchel wilds. The wildlife, the balance of nature, fractured by this movement.
Soon, earth was reduced to rot, fire spread to devour the natural land, water and rain soon froze from icy chills as horrid mists and fogs ingulfed the land in a sickening grip. But the song that both Maliceion and their followers sang was a horrid and twisted version of which Maliceion used to sing to bring life to the wilds, now replacing it with a corruption, feeding the entity with growing power.
However, no one truly knew how this horrid army was defeated, but it was said that on the day that which Maliceion and their followers were felled and imprisoned, a soothing song, that which was produced by a magical flute some would say. Whatever the case may be, both Maliceion and their fanatic followers were imprisoned in magical amber, son to be transported to a magical fortress that which housed the horrid fae, whose rage, hatred, fury, spite and malice grew more and more like chocking weed, and now, the time has come for the revenge.
