FanChar:Snowsfall:Malice

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Malice "You either shall stand with me or you shall be bled afore me." Birthplace Somewhere in Persia Birthdate 59 CE (Common Era) Age Centuries Old (1,549 Years Old) Gender Female Height Five Feet and Eight Inches (5'8) Weight 100 lbs. Hair Color Black Eye Color Pallor Green Blood type Unknown Weapon Her entire Body Alchemical Property Darkness Family Long Since Deceased Biological Family She never knew of her father. Alignment Whatever Aneko Desires Resides Near The Silk Road Route, Persia

Biography of Malice

As a human, she was able to get most the things she wanted by words alone. Her art in persuation was truly just that, an art. Able to pry anything from anyone and have them align themselves to her cause. For the simple fact that she was beautiful was only an added bonus. As she lived her life. From philosophers to scholars, she manipulated and persuaded as she needed to in order to obtain what she desired...and what she desired was power.

From Persia (whence she was born), she headed to the Roman city of Pompeii. There, she set root to a life of ease and comfort. The finest of wines and the finest of foods as well as the finest of men. Her lust was one thing that no man had turned away and her lust for power greatly overshadowed her lust for the flesh.

79 CE

She fled the Vorhalle Basilica and with her, was a man. Antone. A common name it was but she cared not for how common it was. He was her second, one whom followed her ways as she followed his and together, they believed they could take Pompeii from the grips of Rome, but now, that chane seemed bleak.

Lycanthrope

As the city perished against the volcanic eruption, she was just on the outskirts of the city. Severly burned and now down to a crawl, she believed that she would soon die. Yet as she lie upon her belly, she saw something. It had been a pair of eyes. Eyes which shone brighter than the hot liquid fire that had devastated those of the land beneath her. Amongst the billowing ash and cinged flesh, she was asked a simple question.

"Would you choose life, or would you choose death?"

Her answer was life. Of all things, she thought it to be a mere trick of her mind. A hallucination which had possibly spurred out of the urge to survive. Yet, from those eyes, came a figure and from the shadows came a woman. She was beautiful. Just as beautiful as herself dare she say. yet, from that instant, the pain of that bite, she fell into a pit of darkness. Once she had awakened, she found herself amongst a pile of hay. Rising from the livestock feed about her, she noticed something. Her legs, were whole. Her feet were once again, small in size and without char. Placing her hands to her face, she too felt just how life had been restored to her face.

"Life is what you chose, or am I wrong?"

Looking behind her had been the same woman whom she had seen before she blacked out. However, she knew something was amiss.

"Where am I?"

"Persia."

Relationships

Aneko											Arsenic
Crucifix											Tyranny
Heresy											Ouroboros
Venom											Agony
Ryia											Dawn Larrieux
Kusanagi Ky (first encounter)	Kusanagi was accompanied by the Werewolf, Kiss, whom is also known as the White Witch as well as the White Wolf. Upon trespassing on her grounds, Malice attacked Kissa which ultimately goes against the truce which Isai and Aneko forged nearly a thousand years prior. However, she was justified for they were trespassing on Sacred Ground; ground which houses relatives of none other than Malice. Kissa was knocked near incenssent while she toyed with the human. Of his own will, he chose to combat her and it was of his own will which led to his defeat and his imminent death. However, his scent was familiar. Upon tearing away portions of his armor, for a second, she saw Ren and with that, she instantly knew who this was. He was Ren's brother. Younger by the scent.										Kusanagi Ky  (second encounter)
Kisaragi "Tempest" Ren	He was an Alchemist. A Japanese Alchemist if you can believe it. Malice oft crossed paths with this human as he went about his work as paid him litle mind as he did the same for her up until he discovered that she was not human. Tempest was a plauge given human form. Questions upon questions he had and when she lashed at him he countered with his own forms of Alchemy and even Black Magic. Humans are incapable of utilizing Black Magic and for him to do so so effortlessly was disturbing. In the end, the very same curiosity he had of her, was now instilled within her of him.