Sorasiehn

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Sorasiehn

dutiful daughter • broken woman • tough-as-nails warrior


Name:
Sorasiehn
Age:
was around 800y old
Gender:
female
Race:
Syrilae
Height:
1m70 range
Build:
average to slender with arm muscle
Role:
main character
Demeanor:
cold, collected, thought-through
Status:
dead
Theme:

“I just don’t like those Humans, malia. They hurt each other, and for what? Those little metal circles? So they can pay for their right to live? They disgust me.

here are Syrilae who whisper amongst themselves that Ansai Sorasiehn single-handedly ruined the Ansai lineage. After all, she is the one who gave birth to Nefahtil, a woman hated over her own hatred.

And perhaps it is true that Sorasiehn ruined the Ansai lineage. But in her eyes, she only perpetuated her mother’s legacy – a life of justice and duty, which Sorasiehn soaked in vengeance and bloodshed.

It is her life, and her decisions, that helped pave the way towards The Age of Silence.

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About Sorasiehn

The hatred began when she watched her mother die at Humans’ hands. At her death, Sorasiehn’s Ansai powers exploded to life, and she murdered every Human present in her vengeful wake.

Yet, paradoxically, Sorasiehn yearned to uphold the values of justice her mother had imparted upon her. So, resentfully, she set about bringing justice to Human criminals in her own, bloody ways.

Ways that changed when, one day, she was assaulted by a Hungered Vampire… and decided to spare his life.

The Vampire, Devon, took to her like a mosquito to blood. Ever-present – ever-talking – Devon was to her what children were to mothers: obnoxious, whiny, helpless little things best discarded. Yet, try as she might, she never succeeded in shaking him off.

And for years they traveled together in unwanted companionship, Devon often a source of danger if but through his newborn ineptitude. He was as a child, rash and brazen – as she had been, once upon a lifetime. And yet, she could not kill him.

Years turned to decades turned to centuries, their rocky friendship becoming one of mutual trust and understanding. She watched him care about, and denied his care; yet she could not deny its impact. Devon was the only person she cared for. Not even her own child, Nefahtil, would rouse her hardened heart.

But even great warriors make mistakes. Hers was to pursue what should not be pursued: the Grey Ones – the Necromancers. A curse would ultimately claim her life, ending it in the arms of the only person she ever truly cared about.

Relationships

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Devon [ forced travel companion ]

The last thing she'd wanted was for a lethal creature to start following her. She'd have almost preferred he remained a threat to her, so she had a reason to kill him, and to thus make the talking stop.

Trivia

  • Though Sorasiehn existed as a footnote related to Devon back in the roleplay days, she didn't gain any sort of personal history until I transferred her to the world that would become Aeyuu.
  • A few things changed, namely the nickname she once had: Witch-Eye, for one of her eyes had been damaged. Mostly, I got to work from a clean slate, starting at the only fact I knew with certainty: that she and Devon had traveled together.
  • Their shared story is the first one I wrote once my novelling skills had improved, thanks to writing Fates. Alas, with my skills further improving, I discovered how much was wrong. I still hold this story dear to my heart and intend to rewrite it, because,
  • Their dynamic is just *chef's kiss* to me. Sorasiehn started off as a hateful, almost monstrous warrior, and slowly changed thanks to Devon's inherent kindness. In time, she matured, and he struggled to reconcile Vampirism and humanity, leading to many frictions between them, but also many moments where trust lies beneath anger and arguments.
  • Still, Sorasiehn never fully trusted him. But then, she trusted no one fully - not even herself. And she took all of her deepest suffering to her grave.

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