The Planted Deciever
Sorcia Olissa (a.k.a. The Deciever)
“I live in purgatory, my life is a shadow of betrayal that lingers on my hearts back; for I do anything for him...so that I may do the worst. I was brought into this world souly for his death, for the betrayal of his trust; yet I cannot move against him. I’m a defect, the light legacy that resides in me has made me fall for a man undeserving...yet all encompassing. I cannot betray his care...but I must if I wish for the slightest hope of his survival. I live in purgatory, awaiting the sentenceing; awaiting the extinguishment of my very soul.”
~ Sorcia, The heartless
Divine Domains
Light
Mental characteristics
Personal history
“He must never know.”
The head of Sorcia’s House was nothing if not
prudent. He was a calculating and manipulative man who had brought their once insignificant bloodline into the spotlight of Mesadrin politics.
When Sorcia was born with the Light Legacy, he refused to sacrifice her as is often customary. Most noble houses kill off members born with the Light Legacy as a testament to their devotion to Arliman, but by Volak’s logic, his house was neither recognized enough nor strong enough for such a waste of resource to be necessary.
He did however see that Sorcia would never survive in Mesadrin under normal circumstance and so he formed the plot that would shape Sorcia’s life.
With the Sanction of the Emperor, Volak organized a project that would raise Sorcia as a planted traitor in the western kingdoms. She would be viciously indoctrinated into Arliman’s church, shown the sin of her birthright, and prepared to infiltrate the enemies of Mesadrin as a means to attone her existence.
For her part, Sorcia knew a life of suffering few members of Mesadrin could ever comprehend. Rage was the only consort she ever truly knew and it guided her hand in everything she did. Becoming a talented assassin, and disciplined Sentinel, her earliest memories are of blood, betrayal and shame. There was no peace for Sorcia, just suffering.
When the time came for her to begin life as an infiltrator, Sorcia felt ready for anything. She was to be the honor guard of a noble and was fully prepared to earn his trust, study his family’s holdings, and betray every detail to her handlers in Mesadrin. Her mission progressed flawlessly, but she soon found the one thing she hadn’t been trained for would jeopardize everything.
He was no spoiled noble, no simple fool without a care. He was magnificent. Strong, determined and beautiful, he was like no man she had ever seen. It was the hard light in his eyes when he glared at her, and the strange softness when asked how she felt. When danger arrived, he stepped in front of her. He never stood on ceremony, never spoke to her like an orderly.
Before long, Sorcia became wholly aware that something was very wrong with her, and it wasn’t until she saw a socialite touch his face at a dinner fete that she realized what it was.
Now she remains locked in a perpetual state of fear. No one can know the truth. His kin would never accept it, and her home would bestow unfathomable horrors on them both for such a betrayal. She spurns his kindness to display her wickedness, her heart screaming in terror. She keeps his guard and displays the savagery of an animal whenever tested, swallowing her dread that when she looks upon his face there will be even a glint of disgust.
Sorcia lives a life of suffering. It makes her time in Mesadrin droll by comparison. She misleads her former homeland, deceives everyone around her, and is constantly afraid of what will happen if the truth comes out. She loves him, more than anything or anyone on the face of Laruna, and the only thing that frightens her more than the thought of what would happen if she should fail to deceive him, is what would happen if she succeeds.
Divine Classification
Rank unkown Legacy Bearer: Sentinel
Current Location
Year of Birth
230 AA
24 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Sorcia was born in a Mesadrin home as a legacy of light, but instead of her death which would of been kinder; she was broken and made a betrayer
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
White as if blind
Hair
Sleek ans black like a ravens feathers
Height
6ft 6in
Weight
136lbs
