Hazera
From Toosigma
| Name | Hazera |
|---|---|
| Player | Julia |
| Campaign | Shattered Prisons |
| Race | Human |
| Class | Cleric/Harbinger of Flame |
Contents |
Theory
Let me try to explain.
In Buddhism there is a Buda of compassion. Think of this evil looking fattish demon with a neck less of sculls and blood dripping from his fanged mouth. Ok at first glance it isn’t clear how he is a good guy, or why he is compassionate. Except that they believe that human suffering is the core of human compassion, basically because we all walk knowingly into certain death we have the ability to recognize and be compassionate for the suffering in others.
So it is plausible that a person who surrounds themselves with death would have a sharp grasp of how im-perminatent and precious life is. In fact as young boys Tibetan monks would spend days on funerary cliffs watching vultures rend the flesh from the bones of the recent dead. The familiarity with death was to have two equally important results to remove fear of it, and to open up kindness to other humans. Also if you have read to Ride a Pale horse you’ll understand where I am going.
Back Ground
In her past she was the unfortunate survivor of a particularly bad streak of plague. The unfairness, and randomness of her families and neighbors deaths left her a bit cold and very angry… But Who to Rage against; The Gods? Perhaps, but how could she place the blame on the Gods when the clerics were as frustrated and helpless as she was? They had done little too late. The Gods dabble in good and evil, but she is looking at the mechanism of existence, something that the Gods are as vulnerable to as she is, (or at least that is how she sees it.)
Besides, the clerics were the ones who saved her. And no mater how much she frightened them with her ideas, they loved her intensely, she was a charismatic child who played in their shadows, always under foot because of a reluctance to spend time alone, a child would do anything to win approval or a loving pat on the head. And in turn the Clerics were her mothers and fathers.
There was one that she loved particularly the old Cleric who had discovered her snuggled against her mothers plague ridden body. It was on the night that he died that events solidified her fate. In his last moment she watched as fear took him, with his last breath his face took on a look of terror, eyes bulging as his hands reached for her… she knew what she would have to do. She would have to conquer death… for the good of everyone… because his God had surely abandoned him. Little did she know that what had actually frightened the Cleric was a sudden vision of her future… he reached out to warn her, but his life failed before he could mouth the word… No.
That night in a fit of rage and sorrow that terrified all who looked on her she called for the dreaded messenger to come. The angel appeared his wicked black wings filling the room as surly as the smell of rot he brought with him. Bursting into terrified screams she bent in half in a bow as thou she had been hit in the stomach. As casually as unwrapping his crossed arms the dread messenger backhanded the girl sending her suddenly lifeless body across the room. Quickly hunkering over her the messenger pressed a cold partially decayed finger onto her forehead, her eyes flew open as “Share in my curse” passed threw the creatures rotting teeth.
The next morning she gathered up a pack, already resolved to go and feeling the weight of the curse in such a holy place. When she opened the door the clerics were gathered performing last rights.
“So I am dead to you now?”
A young cleric quickly meet her eyes but looked away after receiving a quiet blow to the ribs. “I don’t care I’ve crossed the threshold and I can solve the secrets of life and death… And when I unravel them I will bring them back and you’ll never have to fear again!”
The eldest cleric stopped his prayer for her soul and meet her eyes, a stern and loving expression locked on his face. “We Don’t Want Them.”
(PAST)Direction
My Character would be walking boldly into un-death, because death is an inevitable part of life. She would be embracing all that she fears and hates about the human condition to bring some kind of control over it. Kind of like keep your friends close and your enemy’s closer… Ultimately the fact that she is trying to control death rather then accept it would be her ultimate downfall. Of course at that pivotal moment she could recognize that she has to give up her Necromantic path perhaps for the first time truly seeing the full scope of the evil attached to the art, she would see that she was wrong, death magic has a inherently evil source (which can not be controlled) and change; Or she could accept that her sole has been Tainted, her purpose obscured, and go evil, because people who can’t take the hard path and escape death the way she did deserve their fate… and what is the difference between sooner or later anyway?
Stories
- Fevered Nightmare
- 1st Journal Entry "After The Baron..."
- Dominic and Hazera
- Malidin and Hazera's Chat
- Marius's Promise
- Nightmare before Moradukr
- On ward
