Yueme
04-13-2011, 10:50 AM
(( still working on this... forgive me))
Full Name: Taram Lorraelee Juliar
Nicknames: Tar, Tam, Demon, Succubus
Date of Birth: 19th of August
Age: Twenty-two
Race: Human... mostly
Gender: Female
Hair: Ash Blonde
Skin: Ivory shade of peach
Eyes: fade between a blood red color and her natural hazel with green under tones
Height: Five feet, four inches
Weight: one hundred nineteen pounds
Place of residence: Above a shop in the mage quarter
Place of Birth: Stormwind City
Known Relatives: Mother: Bayren Juliar
Religion/Philosophy: Lived most of her life worshiping the light though her path is leading her towards demology and the darker gods. She still considers herself somewhat devout when her human side is in control, though generally speaking she follows her own moral compass
Occupation: Does odd jobs and works in a bakery when she has time.
Group/Guild affiliation: Taram was with the Cult of the Nightmare, but her other halfs decisions caused some trouble within the group.
Guild Rank: Volunteer
Enemies: It seems like everyone sometimes
Likes:
Favorite Foods: Savory Sagefish
Favorite Drinks: Sulferion Slammer
Favorite Colors: Purple, a shade of heather.
Weapons of Choice: She enjoys staves and magic to anything else, though she'd starting to look fondly upon various more, explosive, forms of weaponry.
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Physical Features:
Special Abilities:
Positive Personality Traits:
Negative Personality Traits:
Misc. Quirks:
Played by What Famous Person:
Theme Songs:
History: Taram was born to priestess Bayren Juliar, unmarried and in her twenties the woman mostly raised her young daughter in the church. Taram was a bit of an odd duck, they all knew it but the child was affectionate and playful so they ignored it. Any attempts to show the child the light came with tears and hours of searching for the child who often liked to hide in the massive church, causing hours of headaches for all involved. Regardless Bayren loved her daughter and taught her the ways and the philosophy of the light. As Taram grew she found that she had an odd attraction for the occult, most of which she ignored for the sake of her mother, still it tugged at the edges of her sub conscious, unable to be helped. Her imaginary friend as a child had red eyes, and whispered words of power in her ear. They grew together, one hand washing the other.
At twenty one, Taram was working for the church, mostly doing odd jobs, the light wasn't of any interest to her. It was then, that she started living else where that all the rumors came flying out, thinking she wasn't listening many rumors about herself came to light. Her father was a demon, she was the spawn of fel, many other such whispers, and all tugged at her heart, what she thought she was. The more research she did in the matter, the more she found herself stuck. The only thing she'd ever known of her father was that he was a paladin of the silver hand, and that he was dead before Taram was born. Seeking rumors of the demon possessed, she also began to hear whispers of a mage who doted about the taverns, wise beyond his years and surrounded in the scent of undeath. Thinking that one rumor could help her sort out her own, she chose to look into it. Indeed she found the mage they spoke of, but sadly, he was of little use to her, aside from mild interest in the circumstances he himself had.
It was a dead end and little could be done about it, she met a Paladin named Aegidius as well as the mage Ranavos she aptly called " Maggus". Not long after a demon presented himself to her, going by the name Khronos. He attempted to controll her, sensing the demon heritage inside of her and helping to pull it out. Taram had since lost controll of herself, catering to Khronos' whims, as he bed her blood and attempted to bend him to his will in order to keep the supply coming. No longer feeling worthy to live in the church Taram moved to the mage quarter, choosing some distance from the priests and paladins preferable. The guild Ivory protectorate, became weary of her motives and under command of Khronos a plot unfolded, the mage, Ranavos' soul was placed on her body by chance, and as she lost herself to her demon she traded the soul, for the soul of the paladin Aegidius Valo. Before she was able to give it back to Khronos she was stopped and brought back to her humanistic frame of mind.
For such actions she was banished from the guild, though she still keeps her ties. At the very least she was free of the demon controlling her. Months later the man came foreward, but by then she'd garnered more power, and her demonic side was able to bend him to her will. At the same time her human side and Ranavos began to grow close, spending free time together, the events of the past slowly being forgiven.
The demon half always seeking more power, joined the cult of the nightmare. Her induction into the cult forces her hand, she had to give up a shard of her soul but at the time it seemed like a small price to pay. For the most part she observed the cults actions, Talgriv, the leader as far as she was concerned wasn't much of a leader, their member Estella seemed too interested in her own goings on to really achieve anything, they were beginning to seem weak to her, and her power continued to grow on her own. In an attempted show of dominance the warlock Estella commanded her to slay her own felgaurd, and then took the soul. It was an unacceptable show of controll, and as far as the demonic girl was conserned, it was a mark of the arrogant warlock's death.
Full Name: Taram Lorraelee Juliar
Nicknames: Tar, Tam, Demon, Succubus
Date of Birth: 19th of August
Age: Twenty-two
Race: Human... mostly
Gender: Female
Hair: Ash Blonde
Skin: Ivory shade of peach
Eyes: fade between a blood red color and her natural hazel with green under tones
Height: Five feet, four inches
Weight: one hundred nineteen pounds
Place of residence: Above a shop in the mage quarter
Place of Birth: Stormwind City
Known Relatives: Mother: Bayren Juliar
Religion/Philosophy: Lived most of her life worshiping the light though her path is leading her towards demology and the darker gods. She still considers herself somewhat devout when her human side is in control, though generally speaking she follows her own moral compass
Occupation: Does odd jobs and works in a bakery when she has time.
Group/Guild affiliation: Taram was with the Cult of the Nightmare, but her other halfs decisions caused some trouble within the group.
Guild Rank: Volunteer
Enemies: It seems like everyone sometimes
Likes:
Favorite Foods: Savory Sagefish
Favorite Drinks: Sulferion Slammer
Favorite Colors: Purple, a shade of heather.
Weapons of Choice: She enjoys staves and magic to anything else, though she'd starting to look fondly upon various more, explosive, forms of weaponry.
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Physical Features:
Special Abilities:
Positive Personality Traits:
Negative Personality Traits:
Misc. Quirks:
Played by What Famous Person:
Theme Songs:
History: Taram was born to priestess Bayren Juliar, unmarried and in her twenties the woman mostly raised her young daughter in the church. Taram was a bit of an odd duck, they all knew it but the child was affectionate and playful so they ignored it. Any attempts to show the child the light came with tears and hours of searching for the child who often liked to hide in the massive church, causing hours of headaches for all involved. Regardless Bayren loved her daughter and taught her the ways and the philosophy of the light. As Taram grew she found that she had an odd attraction for the occult, most of which she ignored for the sake of her mother, still it tugged at the edges of her sub conscious, unable to be helped. Her imaginary friend as a child had red eyes, and whispered words of power in her ear. They grew together, one hand washing the other.
At twenty one, Taram was working for the church, mostly doing odd jobs, the light wasn't of any interest to her. It was then, that she started living else where that all the rumors came flying out, thinking she wasn't listening many rumors about herself came to light. Her father was a demon, she was the spawn of fel, many other such whispers, and all tugged at her heart, what she thought she was. The more research she did in the matter, the more she found herself stuck. The only thing she'd ever known of her father was that he was a paladin of the silver hand, and that he was dead before Taram was born. Seeking rumors of the demon possessed, she also began to hear whispers of a mage who doted about the taverns, wise beyond his years and surrounded in the scent of undeath. Thinking that one rumor could help her sort out her own, she chose to look into it. Indeed she found the mage they spoke of, but sadly, he was of little use to her, aside from mild interest in the circumstances he himself had.
It was a dead end and little could be done about it, she met a Paladin named Aegidius as well as the mage Ranavos she aptly called " Maggus". Not long after a demon presented himself to her, going by the name Khronos. He attempted to controll her, sensing the demon heritage inside of her and helping to pull it out. Taram had since lost controll of herself, catering to Khronos' whims, as he bed her blood and attempted to bend him to his will in order to keep the supply coming. No longer feeling worthy to live in the church Taram moved to the mage quarter, choosing some distance from the priests and paladins preferable. The guild Ivory protectorate, became weary of her motives and under command of Khronos a plot unfolded, the mage, Ranavos' soul was placed on her body by chance, and as she lost herself to her demon she traded the soul, for the soul of the paladin Aegidius Valo. Before she was able to give it back to Khronos she was stopped and brought back to her humanistic frame of mind.
For such actions she was banished from the guild, though she still keeps her ties. At the very least she was free of the demon controlling her. Months later the man came foreward, but by then she'd garnered more power, and her demonic side was able to bend him to her will. At the same time her human side and Ranavos began to grow close, spending free time together, the events of the past slowly being forgiven.
The demon half always seeking more power, joined the cult of the nightmare. Her induction into the cult forces her hand, she had to give up a shard of her soul but at the time it seemed like a small price to pay. For the most part she observed the cults actions, Talgriv, the leader as far as she was concerned wasn't much of a leader, their member Estella seemed too interested in her own goings on to really achieve anything, they were beginning to seem weak to her, and her power continued to grow on her own. In an attempted show of dominance the warlock Estella commanded her to slay her own felgaurd, and then took the soul. It was an unacceptable show of controll, and as far as the demonic girl was conserned, it was a mark of the arrogant warlock's death.