Lachesis

Description
The woman who stands before you has what can only be described as an eerie beauty with her pitch coloured black stalk straight hair that hangs straight to the middle of her back and framing her heart shaped face. Cloudy sky gray coloured inset eyes are framed by dark thick eyelashes making her eyes the first thing you notice. Her pale complexion makes her look as though she's never seen the sun, and makes her naturally red pouty lips stand out as well. As you scan over the woman you realize this 6'2" woman is not just heavyset, she's also fairly muscular with shapely hips and a well contained large bust.

Lachesis wears a fairly dark ensemble donning a black woolen surcoat over a linen crimson coloured kirtle, both flowing down to the womans calves. A black leather belt cinches her waist, off of the end of the belt dangling down to almost her right knee are three small skulls. On her feet she wears a pair of flexible but hard leather boots, black of course, up to her knees.

When in battle she wears a dull black breast plate over the top of her robes with the armor leggings underneath her skirt. Her cloak is a black woolen cloak with an embroidered design on the back of it. The design? A large round full red moon with an open pale hand in front of the moon with three small flail heads piercing the open hand. It's quite hard not to notice the hardware she has hanging from her hip, two light maces on her left side. Hidden under her cloak, poking out every now and then is a matching set of morningstars strapped to her back.

Life Before Vintermor
Because he's so busy and hardly ever home it took my father a few years before he actually looked at me and studied me carefully, and realizing that I was not his child. He was livid with my mother, he almost beat her to death, but even at such a young age I showed great strength. My father was tired from beating my mother when I went after him, at the age of 5 I was a large child already standing, an unheard of four feet tall. I didn't kill him, I wanted too but I was too worried for my mother, I knocked him unconcious with one of her pots that she would cook with, and went to help my mother. She lived, he did too, in fear of me everytime we were left alone.

When I was a bit older my mother told me the story of my coming into the world. The man who planted the seed who became me in my mother was a savage from Thromgar he was one of the merchants that would come to the markets to sell and trade his goods. Apparently he did a little more than that with my mother, the way my mother tells it he sweet talked her into sharing her wares as well. I personally think that there may have been something a little more to it just by paying attention to the look in my mothers eyes, but I'll let her think that I believe her that he sweet talked her. Nine months later, I nearly split my mother in half when I came into the world, it was so horrible that the midwife told my mother that she'd not be able to have any other children. She says it was eerie that I didn't cry, they thought that I was dead when they smacked my arse. My mother tells that I didn't say much as a babe in arms or as a child, apparently I just gave people dirty looks when I didn't approve of something.

I grew and as I did I lost friends because they said I was too mean or too big, we would try to rough house as kids do and I would end up seriously hurting them. I didn't mean it, at first, we would play fight and it would somehow turn serious to me and I ended up breaking the neighbours arm. My father tried to punish me one day when he found me in the yard catching bunnies, especially after he saw me torturing it. My mother says when she came out of the house I had my father on the ground and was standing on his throat, with a look in my eye that would make any grown man second guess coming up to me.

As time progressed and as I continued to grow, my father was the typical Verkanti slim and not very tall. I outgrew him by the time I was 12, he would try to keep an eye on me and find out what I was up to when I was out playing, when he was around that is. After that incident where I took him down, he tended to stay away more often. My mother tried, I must admit she really did, my mother's the only person in my life that I would ever admit to loving. She was a beautiful woman, I think I get my looks from her, she had really light brown hair the went to her waist, stalk straight it was, I remember she used to let me brush it as a child. Well that is until I started pressing to hard that it hurt her. She always gave the best hugs when I hurt myself I would run to her and she would tell me how I was a big girl for not crying and give me a hug. Again, until I became to big and I almost crushed her ribs because of not knowing my own strength. She often wondered if the man who fathered me had part half orc in him. She started to distance herself from me as I started towering over her, short 5 foot 2 inch frame.

When I became a teenager I spent more time away from the house, I would go out into the fields and practice fighting with large sticks, using trees as my opponents. Often I would do odd jobs in town to earn money until I earned enough money to purchase my first pair of light maces. I would make fighting dummies and practice for hours and hours.

At age 18 I left my mothers house, by this time my father had just stopped coming back from his excursions. No loss I kept telling my mother he wasn't a real man anyway. I left with very little, then again I didn't need much. I took odd jobs with merchants to protect them as they traveled from one area to the next. I grew to enjoy the travelling, altho I enjoyed the coinage in my pocket even more. A few of the merchants thought I too brutal, one of the caravans I was protecting got attacked and I killed the attackers without flinching, bashing their skulls in. Apparently the merchant thought my laughing while killing them was eerie or something he paid me quickly and asked me too leave.

Earning enough to not have to work for a little while, after a couple years. I went in search for a place to stay as I was in Taldara and had no place to stay, I stumbled upon an armorsmith who had a room for rent. I stayed with him for a few days, we would talk for hours about religion and the state of affairs in the world, especially with the war in Vintermor. He offered to make me some armor, but then thought he'd take payment another way then we agreed. I bashed his head in with my mace and shook my head. Why do men think they can just assume they will get sex after conversation. I took the armor, and what I was going to pay him.

Although one night after a heavy discussion about religion with him I had the most incredible dream. An absolutely beautiful woman a bit larger than myself in full platemail came too me she was carrying a curved dagger in one hand and a flail in the other. She walked towards me with a full blood moon behind her, she dropped the flail and reached her open hand out to me, beckoning me to come to her and take her by the hand. As my hand reached hers and took it I awoke.

After killing the armorsmith, a sudden flash blinded me for a moment and in my mind I had a quick vision. I took my monies and went to the closest seamstress and sat and talked with her about a design I wanted embroidered onto the back of my cloak. She looked as if death himself walked into the building and started to shake her head no, when I dropped the purse full of coin on her table. She swallowed hard and took the purse and the cloak and told me it would take awhile. A couple days later, I came back to pick up my cloak from the woman and she not only had it finished, she asked me to wait just a little bit longer for she was making me a set of new robes. When I asked her why she'd do something like that, she explained that she didn't feel right taking that much money just for the embroidering. So seeing that my clothes were a bit tattered and worn she decided to make me the new robes. So after a quick fitting which I must say she was nearly spot on with her guesses at my measurements. After a few hours I walked out with my new armor, my new robes and my cloak donning my new design on it.

With my new wardrobe I decided it was time to make some more money again. I travelled for a bit to get away from that town and ran out of money about the time I hit the port. I took a job of guard some shipment headed toward the now Kingdom of Vintermor. The boat landed in Wattenby and I got paid, so now with coin in my pocket and arriving in the kingdom I seek adventure and havoc to wreak on others.

I took great pride in practicing all my own fighting techniques on various people, strangers, men who pissed me off. I found I took a liking to practicing on gnomes and elves the best. I never had an adversion to them before but now the sight of them repulses me and I just want to kill them as soon as I see them. I fill with such a rage and hatred that I just want to kill. And kill them I have all across the kingdom, whether in out and out brawls or just in quiet when no one's looking.

I made my why through Brimlad and ventured into Worrill and through the lands and Duchys around the captial city of Vintermor. I'm growing weary and to tell ya the truth a bit lonely, I'd like to find another worshipper of Forstorelse the great Bloodmoon to share some experiences with.

Don't get me wrong I'm not looking for love, that is something that I have no interest in I don't believe that anyone ever truly loves someone. They just grow comfortable with someone and because they are so afraid of being lonely they end up matching up with someone to fornicate with and have a bunch of other little beings who'll grow up to be lonely and the cycle will continue. I embrace the fact that I am alone, I just wish to be able to openly discuss my love for my Goddess with a fellow follower. So I head to the heart of the kingdom, Vintermor city. I'm quite sure in the city that I will find another who worships the bloodmoon as I do.

My name's Lachesis the one who decides the length of the thread of life and this is who I am, so far.