Yusra Demir
<<-|--Shall I kiss you with my dead soul
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Name: Yusra Demir
Age: ~200-300?
Species: Human Vampire
Gender: Female
Height: 5'07"
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<<-|--Loyal || Hard Working || Determined--|->>
<<-|--Vain || Cold || Distrustful--|->>
Yusra devotes herself to her work. She feels like she owes her life to those who 'helped' her out of her previous one, and works relentlessly to serve her patron deity. She buries the emotions about her previous life under a shell of coldness, unwilling to allow anyone around her to glimpse anything she deems to be a weakness. Despite trying to run from it, Yusra's upbringing still controls her actions; she puts the needs of her fellow cultists or god above herself, and she worries about what others think of her.
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Yusra did not ask much from her life. She had been raised knowing full well that she would grow up and marry someone to help her family rise in their social status. She accepted that; what other choice did she have? At first, Yusra happily accepted her future. Surly, she would marry a handsome, loving man, and her family would prosper. Her little brother and sister would get a better life, and she would be happy as a devoted wife. If she was good, she did not see any reason why the gods wouldn't assure that her future husband wouldn't be her Prince Charming. She worked hard to listen to her parent's teachings, to what she was supposed to be like when she was older.
As she got older, Yusra tried her hardest to stay positive. Her childhood dreams of her future were just that; childish dreams. The man she would marry was nearly twice her age; a slobby, gangly man known for mistreating his servants. No, her life would not be as fabulous as she'd dreamed it to be, but Yusra kept her head up. It would turn out alright, she told herself. He would not be as bad as he looked, or as he sounded. The marriage would still be a few years off, and she simply needed to focus on her teachings.
For her family, she told herself. For the better of things so their family would be wealthy and have a better social status. There was a set date for their marriage now; the date was looming.
For her siblings, she told herself. So perhaps her little sisters would not suffer the same fate, so them and her little brother could do what they wanted with their life. The marriage was only a year away.
She couldn't do it. As Yusra waited two days before her wedding, she finally accepted that the marriage was going to be hell. No matter how much she tried to believe that everything was for her family, no, for her siblings, she could not do it. But there was no way out. She could not simply turn and run. Pride, perhaps. But where would she go? She would have no money to her name, and perhaps no name at all. No, she would be disowned. Banished. A disappointment to her family. Her sisters would no doubt be subject to the same fate. Gods did Yusra fear the wedding and the man she was set up to marry, but what choice did she have?
Two nights before her wedding, Yusra managed to shake off her family for a breath of fresh air. The last time she'd be alone for a long time, Yusra knew with a bitter taste on her tongue. A walk to ease her mind as the wedding drew painfully close. A break in adjusting her dress, from her mother's nagging, from the uncomfortable stares of those around her.
"You don't want this, do you?"
The hooded stranger gave her an offer. Yusra did not know what it could be; he would not explain. Unease plagued her brain and her stomach twisted in warning, but Yusra's fear won over it. Whatever the stranger was offering, Yusra was sure it would be better then what she would face in little over a day. The day of her wedding, Yusra's body lay in a casket. Instead of a celebration, her family mourned the sudden murder of their daughter. No burial place had been yet set up, but all those who would have attended the wedding gathered around for a funeral instead. By the time the sun had set, all in attendance would be dead.
The following days were a blur. She knew, in the haze of fear and bloodlust that convoluted her mind, that nothing would be the same again. She recalled, with the painful wrenching of her heart, that her precious little sisters and brother lay dead, huddled together under a table where they had tried to hide from her. She knew if she was found, she would be killed. How far has she'd stumbled under the cover of darkness? How many crumbling ruins had she hidden in as the sun came up? Exhaustion finally washed over Yusra, and at last the world went dark. The woman reawakened in the darkness of a unfamiliar chamber, in the bloody tatters of the wedding dress she'd been buried in and the comfort of her own coffin.
Eldves was his name.
"You have potential."
He was there because she could be useful, Yusra knew she would not have had another way out. But at what cost? The lives of everyone around her? Of her family? Of everything she'd known? But what choice did she have?
Eldves had given her her freedom; from her arranged marriage, her family, from his control. She was a true vampire now; and if she wished to leave, he would not stop her. Of course, he warned that their next meeting doubtfully would be so pleasant. He had things to do, after all, and if Yusra wished to step in his way he would not hesitate to slay her. But Eldves had freed her, given her a chance to write her own path. Yusra was not ashamed to admit that she owed him her life. Yusra felt conflicted; he'd made her into a vampire, caused her to slay her family, flee her home. But she was free.
Eldves offered her a home. A home, amongst other undead. A home, under the colors of an undead god. They showed her what she had never been allowed to be. That she could be so much more. That she had power, had strength, had talent that had been so wasted by thinking she'd be nothing more than a housewife.
Gratefulness turned into obsession.
The cult was her home. The cult was her life. Her god had allowed her to realize her potential, had given her freedom. She had become powerful. She had learned. She was free.
And she would do anything to serve him.
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-Neutral Evil
-Cleric of Vecna
-5e or 3.5e campaign
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