Skadi Valentine

Biographical information

Birthplace Western Taagi Baara Steppes Born Died Age 30 Home Crimson Keep Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Vycan Sub-Race Gender Female Height 7'11 Mass 459lbs Hair color Lapis Blue Eye color Ice Blue Skin color Pale Blue

Political information

Affiliation(s) Vanya V. Valentine Occupation Traveling Companion & Bodyguard Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Haloshooter Created on 10/14/2019 Avatar BanishedShadow

DIRE AMAZONIAN : Skadi is far from the ideal of a beautiful woman. Her muscles are large and well defined and developed for sheer combat effectiveness. Her skin is almost paper white, suggesting a lack of exposure to the sun. She holds herself like a warrior, tense and alert at all times. She stands taller than most men, but she is not burly, her frame suggesting a feline agility. She dresses in practical clothing, Simple trousers and tunics that might be issued to a soldier, a black fur lined coat or light armor that doesn't restrict her movements. Her hair is dark blue and long, reaching down to the middle of her back, but she keeps it tied back and out of the way~

BLOOD BOUND: Skadi was taken as a slave to the arena's in Cerak At'Thul. She fought for survival and dominated the arena, till one fateful day when Vanya found her, delivering her directly from the jaws of the arena that had been her prison for the last four years. Since then she devoted herself to Vanya V. Valentine, Vanya cared for her and educated her for five years. At the end of the five years Vanya gave Skadi an offer, and offer to join her family, her kind. Skadi accepted without hesitation, enacting a blood binding and forsaking her humanity to be with Vanya instead. She now hunts by Vanya's side without the slightest regret for what she's become. Vanya became her whole world, and now she would die to protect Vanya~

DEATH BRINGER: Skadi is an embodiment of instinct and survival. All her life was a struggle to survive and she has thrived in this struggle, fighting and killing just for the sake of staying alive. Since becoming a Vycan she lost her humanity, along with any pity or remorse for the humans that suffer around her. If vanya commanded it, she would kill without hesitation... Vanya doesn't even need to command it, if anyone gets in her way or acts violent to her in the slightest, she will immediatly start the killing. She enjoys dissection most of all, when she is bored she likes to take things apart to see what's inside, a tendency that earned her the name, "Skinner" in the arena~

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Survival Instinct: She is skilled in the art of killing and staying alive. She knows how to live off the land, to hunt and kill for food. How to fight man and beast. She is relentless and determined and savage. (Skill)

Danger Sense: Her instincts are honed to a razors edge. She doesn't sleep the sleep of the dead, at the slightest alarming sound she is awake and alert, not the groggy slow wakefulness of weak civilized men. She is almost always aware of her surroundings and her reaction time to surprise attacks is inhuman. (Ability)

Ursine Strength: Her large and well defined musculature is not just for show, she can lift a horse on her shoulders, wield a greatsword in one hand, run 40mph, leap 10ft, and break the back of a dire boar in a single punch. (Ability)

Rage: While in the heat of battle she has a tendency to fly into an animalistic rage. While in this state she feels no pain, she strikes faster, harder, and fights with the ferocity and cunning of a savage beast. (Ability)

Familiar: A spiritual entity has bound itself to her. This creature can take any shape or form to suit its master.

High Strung: She is all but a born and raised animal. She doesn't know the meaning of restraint. If someone triggers any of her trained danger senses, she is likely to lash out on instinct and attack the offender.

Rage: While she is under the influence of her savage rage she is unreasonable, she fights until nothing moves, be they friend or foe. She can be calmed before this happens, but until then she is incapable of fine motor functions, complex reasoning or strategizing.

Lasarie Altas was born a child in a barbarian village in the western Taagi Baara Steppes. But as all tragic stories go, that didn't last long. She wasn't alive for a year before her village was attacked and taken into slavery, thankfully her mother was spared and allowed to raise Lasarie. They were taken to the slave camps in Cerak At'Thul where her and her mother were used for light labor until Lasarie turned sixteen, then she was taken by the slavers with many of the other children to the arena. They were given swords and shoved into the sands and the bright sun.

The bright sun in the sky and the roar of the crowds was like awakening to a new world. People shouted, jeered, goaded, applauded, screamed advice, but it all blurred together into one constant roar. The children were confused and frightened, but some who heard the crowd could hear what they wanted... And they wanted blood.
To Lasarie's horror the bigger kids began slaughtering the little ones, fighting each other, putting on a show for the crowd, exactly what they wanted to see, red blood on white sand.
Soon her number was up, the remaining five boys saw her standing alone and stunned with sword in hand.
They would clean up the arena of the noncombatants before they began the real fight with each other.

Just like any hero story, Lasarie was helpless at first, frozen with fear. But what story would this be if something inside her didn't suddenly snap at just the right moment. The sword felt right at home in her grip, she was the tallest of the girls and the strongest, but how could that alone compare with the strength of the larger, older boys advancing on her? But the comparison could not be made between their obvious size.
Lasarie had an instinct to survive, and these boys only had the guts to fight.

Soon she was the predator dominating the arena and the crowd went wild as she stood atop the final corpse. Later on the merchants block she was purchased from the slaver by a prominent gladiator school and taken to be trained by ex-gladiators to learn how they survived long enough to become free. Lasarie was then thrown into hell from that moment on, if she didn't fight, she would die, and if she fought she lived another day which brought her closer to freedom. But as her popularity grew in the arena it became more and more clear to Lasarie that she was simply bringing in too much money for her masters to be allowed freedom any time soon.