Nobility: House Cherkess

Black hair as pure as still night. Equally black eyes that harbor nothing and everything at once, none can be too sure for that gaze would always be still, merely staring never wavering. Pride would be written in her features. A closely guarded secret. Hush. None is to tell. The dead walks among the living.

She was born to the great house of necromancy. But none is to know. The arts of black lore are only taught to those that are worthy. Silence is a virtue, mimicking the reverence of prayers between the dust and the spirit when death had finally come.

She was one curious child, always one to stare...to observe. She never did go out to play with other children, one who despises dirt more than anything else.

Her family was that of traditions and eccentricities when none is looking. For Damien Cherkess, 'tis merely normal.

There were rumors, and there were truths. She doesn't care which one comes out from the strangers. All she would care about is what her father might teach her. All this taken with her silence.

She was seventeen, strolling about the break of dusk, her usual nocturnal promenade. Her pride and beauty was known to all, she is untouchable. And thus, would be walking unescorted, even against the wishes of her father.

She was seventeen, dead to the world. Bludgeoned and bloodied, by those who are in fear of her family's power. By cowards who want their blood gone from the land, lay before the oaken doors of the great house.

She was seventeen, a walking animation. Her father had loved her so much that he would chose to animate her. He knew of the consequences but he was sure, that if he would bargain his soul to the powers that be, then she might come back intact.

each child of the house were then sent away, departed to unknown lands so that none may suffer what the youngest had suffered. Fate perhaps would bring them together. Damien knows not how, or why.

She was seventeen, forever in that state perhaps, eccentric, insane, and apathetic. Memories come and go, but the knowledge that she doesn't belong to the world always remains.

Though hush, she might kill you if you knew. But fear not.