Lady Misery*

Stadus Stone of the Drassi's Hearts

Empress of the Drassi Empire Mizrina Argylan

Have you ever seen the people like this, Tarn? In your thousands of years living with me, have you ever seen my subjects enthralled like this? It is rather invigorating. All of my army ready to fight, thinking no one will die. I would be surprised if most of them didn't come back in carts, well what's left of them.

_{-Lady Misery to her Right Hand on the cusp of the 12 Year War}

No matter her form she was always seen as beautiful and graceful to her people. They mourned her loss and begrudgingly took her heir who for once was not her in a new look. Though she wasn't always such an evil person, her life shaped who and what she became. In the end, she reaped what she sowed into the dirt of Eiria and her people would pay for it for years to come after her.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Early Life

My last little shred of Yasiira, do you know how you got the color of your skin? You see, your mother loved you so purely she gave you the gift of her pure love in the form of your pearly white skin. Your bright eyes she plucked from the stars above from her favored constellation of Eshes. Your hair was pooled from the depths of the night sky. This my little shred of Yasiira are a few of the gifts she gave to you and you are my greatest gift in the whole of Eiria. Nothing more perfect even if crafted by the Eidolons.

_{-Vorn to Iymriia}

Born Iymriia Vrammyr to Vorn and her mother Yasiira, her early childhood was simple and settled at least from what she would remember. Though she would never physically know of her mother outside of the stories her father would tell her and the paintings of her mother would show her the woman she was. Having no other family she was in her father's eyes every moment she could be.
Taught what she needed to know as she grew older, finding she rarely liked socializing with others her own age instead finding magic and the theory of magic as something more important than social calls. Her father never seemed to mind as he seemed to enjoy keeping her close almost as a reminder of her mother. Often calling her 'His last shred of Yasiira' something that always made her day better because it would always be followed by a tale of her mother.
Iymriia would be groomed by her father to take over his place once he was ready to step down and if he could find a suitable suitor to rule by her side. Other than that she was allowed to learn about combat and her favored subject, magic.

When Things do not go as Planned

For my people, I will do this. I am sorry that I disappoint you in accepting this fate. But, I feel that it must be done for the good of both our people and his. I love you, father, I wished mother could have been here to see me wed. Will you tell your last shred of Yasiira about when you wed her mother?

_{-Iymriia when Vorn told her of her betrothal}

When the time came for her to be used to help her people, Iymriia was more than willing to help her people. Iymriia would be betrothed at the age of 273 to Ascal Presydark, she wasn't sure she was ready for the step of marriage but she was willing to give it a chance if it meant her people would be safe. Meeting the young man she quickly grew attached to him. He was quite enjoyable and intriguing, the pair would often talk about magic and theory of magic schools. Something that drew her closer to the young man, even dare one say falling in love with him. Their romance while short was a time her latter reincarnations would remember fondly as the best moments of her life.
The days she spent with him she called magical and her father seemed happy watching her talk about her infatuation with the young man. It was when Ascal told her to meet him a few hours before dawn she was afraid of seeming impure before her marriage, but still went to see him. Arriving there she saw him holding a rather ornate dagger and it didn't take her long to figure out what he was intending for them to do. A long drawn out conversation as he offered to do it for her so she didn't have too. Declining the offer she watched him run the blade across his arm. Holding him close she debated within herself, she didn't want to die, she wanted to live but she wanted him with her. Taking the blade she pressed it against her skin only to not have the will to do it. Talking to him as he began to drift she didn't notice the men coming for them.
Terrified as she was pulled from the body of her beloved she didn't have a full grasp on what they were doing, where she was going, and what lies ahead for her. Screaming for not only her beloved but her father, crying until she could no longer produce tears but it all fell on deaf pointed ears. Turning her head she caught a glimpse of the gate to her it was massive and the purplish blue-hued light that it held was terrifying to her. The sounds of struggling and people cry no only to be silenced only the thud of the bodies never sounding.
Passing through the veil was cold and felt as if she would never leave the light until she hit the other side. Landing on something soft and slightly warm. But before her chance to look another form hit her, then another, and another until she was nearly smothered under cooling warm masses. Clawing her way out she could see it, the mass of death mixed in with the still living. Getting her bearings she began to pull the living from the dead and hunt for her father. It felt like hours she hunted

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When the time of her brethren betraying her and her people she was terrified as she was pulled from Ascal's hand and forced towards the portal to what would be later called True Stadus. Screaming, crying, watching as people who fought back were killed and their bodies tossed through the glowing portal. Once shoved through she stumbled over the dead, only to have bodies thrown through behind her. Struggling to get out she found her father, the last bit of her blood left, gasping and struggling to stay alive. Telling her to raise her people, to raise them to fight, raise them rebel, and for her to find them their freedom.

Do you understand what it is like to step over bodies as you were pushed through a portal to some unknown place? To fall into them... To struggle as another corpse was tossed on top of you... and another... and another... and another... To fight to free yourself only to find your only family gasping for his last breathes... That's why I will bend this world to its knees and I will toss the corpse of every Elf and Human on to it's back until I render Eiria unto my whip.

-Lady Misery to Nikolas during the close of the 12 year War

Through magical means, she kept herself alive well beyond what anyone should. Going through six names in total. Each version seeming to get more and more bitter about the state of her people's lives. Till the kind heart of Iymriia was nothing more than a distant and forgotten memory.

The Death of a Tyrant

"Why... you... you loved me..."
"I can no longer live with it. I want my daughter to be free of your twisted wants. I loved you. Even when I took my wife in secret and she gave me my children, part of me still loved you... But I wish to die and you will never let me. I wish the woman I fell in love with was still here."

_{-Lady Misery's last words and the last words she would hear from Tarn}

After returning her people to the surface world of Eiria and starting to wage war upon the world, her nightmare was cut short. After a night of feasting and prepare to start marching her armies upon the human's new kingdom, she retired to her room with her Right Hand, Tarn. Enjoying his company as her lover and drifting to sleep like she had any other night. She was awoken with the first blade she ever gave him between her ribs and piercing into her heart.
Her body aged and became fragile until turning black and then finally crumbling into ash, while her lover would merely grow old rapidly before taking his last breath. Leaving her bloodline gone from the world and the darkness that had consumed her in the ash.

Education

Lady Misery was highly trained in both combat and magical schools along with a lost magical art called Dravassi Alchemy. Most of her incarnations were not known as either deadly in combat or mastery of magic. Finding that the people grew fonder of her faster if she was seen as demure and soft, plus it gave her a reason to keep her Right Hand close at all times.

Failures & Embarrassments

If you were to ask her what her greatest failure is she would reply, "Talabeari , I should have picked a stronger girl to take." The child she stole from her Right Hand and his secret wife.

Mental Trauma

Her early life along with a lot of her conscious decisions in murder slowly began to wear away how she attached herself to people. Each use of Flesh Alchemy to extend her life began to turn her into a high functioning sociopath.

Morality & Philosophy

Nothing was above her wants. People were often a means to an end. If a child was in her way she would have no qualm about murdering it to get it out of her way. Even her lover was not exempt from her lack of attachments.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

Always dreaming of seeing the sun and then blackening it out with the banners of her enemies drenched in their own blood. Everything is for herself and nothing more but to further herself and her control of the world that wronged her. Revenge is a large part of what has driven her.

Vices & Personality flaws

Anger is one of her biggest issues. While she was always calm when angry, it was still an issue. Often sending people to their death at a whim or the smallest of slights. Jealous temperament is another large issue. Anything she feels threatens either her state as Empress, the most desired object in the room, the heart of her Right Hand, etc.

Social

Family Ties

Vorn Vrammyr: Father. Patriarch of House Dravassi. Deceased: Murdered by Dominikus, final blow by Iymriia.
Yasiira Vrammyr: Mother. Matriarch of House Dravassi. Deceased: Childbirth.

Social Aptitude

While she is extremely charismatic, she harbors a coldness once the facade she puts up is seen passed. Highly flirtatious and charming even with those she didn't like.

Species

Drassi

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Empress of the Dravassi Empire

Life

6157 12455 6298 years old

Circumstances of Birth

Vorn Vrammyr lost his wife in the brith of the child that would become Lady Misery

Circumstances of Death

After her sixth reincarnation of sorts, her lover and Right Hand murdered her in her sleep. Causing the magic that was holding her to the mortal world to be undone and turn her from the beautiful form she held to nothing but ash.

Birthplace

Alari

Gender

Female

Eyes

Light blue, almost silver in color.

Hair

Long white, often kept free flowing.

Height

6'2

Quotes & Catchphrases

So, you wish to do this? I suppose you would make better writing material than you do a councilman.

Known Languages

• Common

• Ilan

• Is'iya

• Orcish

• Dra'covis