Name:Sihenael, the Heart of Terror (fun fact: fieldset tags don't work with commas, which is why this line exists)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Sihenael has short and poorly kept hair that, if washed and such, could manage a silvery-blonde sort of color; as it usually stands, its color could be compared to dirty straw. She has green eyes and a face that, if not for certain mitigating factors, would probably go unremarked in any human village in the world. Her fairly plain features are made interesting by way of the sharp bonelike protrusions that make it look as if her skull has shattered itself and is trying to forcefully leave her head in the most menacing way possible. These protrusions are found all around her body, which do awful things to clothing of all kind, thus Sihenael is usually wearing badly torn garments that tend toward dark colors with no regard to anything as mundane as fashion or style.
Bio: Sihenael was once a simple girl from a small village, plain and unworthy of notice with nothing even resembling an exciting future to look forward to. She had always been a strange girl as far as the villagers were concerned, showing no interest at all in the womanly arts of cooking and taking care of babies, but she also didn't run around and act like one of the boys as some girls did; she seemed perfectly content to just wander around the village alone doing basically nothing, but the village folks figured she'd grow out of it as she grew into a woman. They never got the chance to find out, because the village was attacked by a force of Myrdraal. Sihenael had never known true fear before that day, and she found the sensation strangely intoxicating. It was something exciting and different from her boring day to day life, and the screaming and dying people only made it a greater thrill. She was terrified and ran screaming in fear, of course, but some twisted bit in the back of her mind enjoyed it all the same.
While most of the village was butchered, some were carried away by the Myrdraal for their own dark purposes. Sihenael was spared the experience of immediately learning just what those purposes were firsthand and was instead brought to a crude kennel filled with children. She was tossed into one of the cages and lived there for a few weeks, being fed at irregular intervals that roughly coincided with other children being taken away from the cages to some destination from which they never returned. When it became Sihenael's turn, she was brought to an altar in a cave that was littered with bits of flesh and young limbs, as if her predecessors had been torn apart. As the Myrdraal started in on their horrid rituals, she began to understand how they could have ended up that way.
As it turned out, Sihenael was just what the monsters had been looking for. She survived their horrors and, rather than being left a broken shell as might be expected, she was strengthened by them. She found that the Myrdraal no longer frightened her, and she saw them as kin rather than as horrid creatures. Just as he mind was altered, so too was her body: her skin became as resilient as iron and bony growths sprouted all over her form. This was only the first set of changes she underwent, but they were the most outwardly dramatic. From then on she was raised by the Myrdraal, taught the ways of fear and evil from beings that had long ago mastered the art.
Some years later, when she felt they had taught her all they could, Sihenael slaughtered all of the nightmare creatures that dwelt in the little mountain town. They did not resist, for this had been the inevitable culmination of their work. Sihenael was never able to find out if they had been working to please some dark god, or if what they did was for their own mysterious purposes, but she did not hate them for what they had done. She killed them purely on principle: they had done harmful things to her (never mind that she was quite pleased with the results by that point), so they had to die. To let them live would be to show mercy and compassion, and these were emotions long ago stripped from her.
After the deed was done, Sihenael set out to find some place to start up her evil empire, for conquering the world and drowning it in terror was her only purpose for existing. She knew that she was evil, of course, but she didn't mind that at all; to her, being evil simply meant that she was not bound by foolishness like laws and morals, so she was free to pursue whatever she wanted, no matter how vile it might be. Sihenael traveled for years before finding a likely place, a land with Myrdraal and Trollocs and humans for her to subjugate and use to take over the world. It turned out to be fairly easy, as the Myrdraal were willing to work for any evil entity powerful enough to destroy them with ease, and the Trollocs were just as easily cowed by the Myrdraal, and the humans were quite unable to stand against their combined forces and her own terrifying presence.
Sihenael has only been ruling the Blighted Lands of Jaraelle for a few years, but she's quite optimistic about her prospects for world domination in the future.
Preferred Equipment: Longsword, plain clothes with no armor.
