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02-16-15, 10:36 PM
Name: Fallon Vedas
Nickname/Alias: She’va (pronounced Sheeva, the hebrew word for 7)
Age: 29
Race: Human… probably **
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 162lbs
Occupation: Spiritualist
Deity: Suraj (minor power, see below)
Personality: Despite her occupation, Fallon comes off as relatively inaccessible. Perhaps this is mostly due to her rather gruesome appearance combined with her combat training; lending to the strong and – what has been described as scary- way she carries herself. She is silent. However those who know how to speak to her find her incredibly talkative with a bright sense of humor.
Appearance: She is average height for a human and average weight for a warrior of her size. Her hair is long, down to her waist, straight as a pin and white as snow. These are perhaps the most normal things about Fallon’s appearance.
Her skin is unusually pale, almost translucent, as if she has seen very little sun in her life. The veins closest to the surface of her skin are mostly visible, strangely they sometimes seem to glow as if there is fire running through them.
Her eyes, when she chooses to uncover them, are even stranger, they are so pale that the color almost blends into the whites of her eyes. At a second glance they appear to be blue in color or perhaps a pale purple, almost as if someone tried to wash the color out of them. Perhaps most striking about her eyes, though, is not the lack of color, but the contrast of black that circles her corneas.
Still, her eyes are not the strangest thing about her appearance.
Fallon’s body is littered with terrible scars, they are deep and angry, almost as if someone had tortured her, torn her body to pieces and then sewn her back together. The scars criss cross over her arms, stomach, back, legs….any piece of visible skin. They are everywhere bur her face. The skin of Fallon’s face is clear and smooth, the type of skin women might kill to have, except for one strange thing – perhaps the most strange, most frightening, most gruesome thing about Fallon’s appearance – Her lips are sewn completely shut by black thread.
History:
Of her early years, She’va has little recollection. Indeed, it is almost as if her life began at twenty-three – or at least, that was the age the Sisters had told her when she arrived at the small temple. The temple was located on a tiny islet next to the southern coast of Corone. The islet was so small that it could barely be considered a worthwhile plot of land, it only took an hour to travel from one side of the islet to another. It only took that long because of the terribly tangled trees and low growing vegetation that covered the land. But it was perfect for the Sisters of the Bane of Suraj and their purposes.
It was unclear how She’va arrived on the island, but nevertheless on one particularly dreary day, she arrived on the doorstep of the small temple. She was unconscious, broken, and bleeding from deep wounds that covered her entire body. For seven days and nights the sisters of the temple worked to save her, though it is unclear, even to them whether She’va’s life was spared due to their efforts or due more so to the power of the godlike advocate, Suraj.
As repayment for their efforts, She’va was committed to their commune, to train in the combat arts – one of their methods of worship and learn to uphold their credence and laws. Put simply, to promote the emphasis of physical and psychological strength over any weakness. Those who are weak and cannot overcome their weakness should be destroyed. With every step of her journey a voice spoke to her, She’va was convinced it was the voice of her god, Suraj. Despite his roots in extreme cruelty, he expressed his love for her, encouraged her, broke her when necessary, but forever was there for her. She’va began to depend on his voice, perhaps she even fell in love with him.
After five years of training, she completed testing to obtain the rank of novice and was allowed to leave the commune. She’va accepted and chose the name Fallon Vedas for herself. Present day finds her on the island of Corone, seeking her purpose and spreading the message of Suraj.
Skills:
[Bōjutsu Novice] – Skilled in combat involving staffs of an average of 70in in length, specifically the bō.
[Close-Quarters Combat/Grappling Novice] – Skilled in close-quarters combat, technique has roots in the real world combat techniques of defendu and Krav Maga.
[Back on your feet!] – When you’ve been beaten down as many times as Fallon has, you learn very, very quickly how to get back on your feet, whether it’s leaping from a roof and reducing the impact of a fall, or rolling with the punches in combat, Fallon is pretty decent at standing back up, whether it’s good for her or not.
[Silver tongued….Sorta] – Fallon will never inspire armies, but with those to whom she can speak, she can use her wicked sharp wit to either intimidate or diplomatically sway them in her favor…most of the time.
[Mediocre Profiler] - Fallon fancies herself a bit of a behavioral analyst. She’s pretty convinced that she can figure out anyone’s behavior and anticipate their next moves, whether on the battlefield or in a throne room. Don’t tell her she’s not particularly good at it though, she won’t listen.
[Basic one way communication] - To counter her Mute flaw, Fallon can project her thoughts to a single person within a 30ft radius. She cannot read their thoughts, so the ability functions as her method of communication. However, the person she is attempting to speak to, can easily ignore her as Fallon's thoughts are not invasive. Functions only as a substitute for verbal communication.
Abilities:
[Holocaust Cloak] – Fallon’s rigorous combat training involved learning how to focus her ki. She’s particularly good at converting her energy into fire. Her primary ability suits Fallon’s personality perfectly – an offensive technique masquerading as a defensive one. The Holocaust cloak is based on a combat stance, when Fallon fights from this stance, her ki manifests physically as a layer of fire over her person. When she is struck in close combat, the cloak of fire has a chance to lash out as a counterattack. The attack deals minor burns to Fallon's opponent. Usable three times per thread
[Inferno Blade] – Fallon can also channel her ki though her hands into her weapon, covering it in a physical fire. This fire allows Fallon to increase the amount of damage she can do to a person. On top of her concussive blows, she can also burn skin, clothing or parts of the combat terrain. When she can apply extra focus she also has the chance to do slicing damage. Usable three times per thread
[Shifting Defense] - Shifting to this stance allows Fallon to regain clarity and gain a better read on her opponent. For every attack with which she fails to land a hit, Fallon can better anticipate her opponent's next move allowing her to sidestep the attack. While in this stance she loses access to Holocaust Cloak. Usable three times per thread
Flaws:
[Light Sensitivity]- Fallon’s eyes are damaged. When she is in the sunlight, she must cover her eyes or risk being completely blinded. At night though, when the moon is high her vision is nearly perfect.
[Mute]- Not only are Fallon’s lips sewn shut, but she lacks a tongue, rendering her almost completely mute. However, she has a passive psychic ability that allows her to direct her thoughts at one person within a thirty foot radius. This technique works only with those who are willing to communicate with her. It is a very simple to reject her voice.
Equipment/Weapons:
Iron based, gilded Bō
Specialized mask for covering her eyes – there is nothing particularly significant about it, except that it was designed for her face.
Standard adventuring equipment (pack, bedroll, short rations, etc.)
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** Human…Probably: Fallon is actually a Hellbred. This is similar to the DnD 3.5 character race (FCII pg 77), except that I’m cruel and don’t want to grant her many of the perks that the class gains. Put simply, Fallon was dead and a devilish power saw a use for her and brought her back to life. I’m leaving it open to manipulation now because it could be a fantastic plot point as her story progresses. As of Level 1 though, she is effectively a human. In this world, Hellbred would likely be resurrected from The Containment. She would not have been reincarnated from the Pyre though, she is still the same creature she was when she died, though she has no recollection of her past. This would likely be a punishment over a blessing.
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Back Story/ Writing Sample:
When they found her, she was barely alive. Her throat was cut, ribs were broken, blood flowed from so many places that they could not identify where most of her injuries were. The faithful who found on the steps of the temple brought her inside as carefully as they could. Three clerics and the head Bane were already waiting for them when they arrived. The Bane directed the faithful to carry the girl into a small sanctuary to the side of the main atrium and to lay her on the altar. Then the faithful were ushered out by servants of the Bane, who closed the crimson curtains of the sanctuary behind them.
The three clerics surrounded the girl and with a small gesture from the Bane they began to work.
For seven days and nights the Clerics of the temple of Bane prayed over the girl and poured healing magicks into her. No one questioned why so much energy should be expended into one small, pale, insignificant child; it seemed to the healers to be divine inspiration. The Bane who watched the process clearly had her motives, but she did not elect to share them with the clerics.
On the morning of the eighth day the girl woke.
Her screams might have been loud enough to wake the entire temple if it weren't for the magic the Bane had placed around the sanctuary to dampen any sounds from within. The Bane watched the girl as she screamed and writhed. She waved to the clerics when the girl got the presence of mind to reach up and start attempting to claw her own eyes out and the three clerics held the girl down, though it seemed to take them quite a bit of effort to do so. "Enough." Said the Bane. There was power behind her voice and though she had only spoken softly she might as well have barked out the word. The girl stopped screaming instantly. "Be still." Ordered the Bane and the girl lay still under the hands of the clerics.
The Bane stood from the gilded golden chair and stepped down from the raised dais in front of the altar. She motioned to the clerics and they bowed and moved away from the girl. They assumed respectful poses several feet away from the altar and bowed their heads. "Child, sit up." The girl jerked to respond to the Bane's orders, sitting up as quickly as she could, though it seemed to pain her. She raised her head in the direction of the Bane's voice, but kept her eyes screwed shut as if the light in the room was causing her extreme pain. The Bane made a noise as she studied the girl and then reached up to remove the red fabric with black lace and white beading that covered her own eyes. The girl flinched as the Bane laid the fabric across her face and then deftly tied it off behind her head. "Open your eyes."
It took visible effort and will power for the girl to open her eyes. When she did she discovered the fabric, as well as the metal and leather backing to the fabric that keep it from touching her eyes, worked to dim the lights in the room to the point that they did not cause her much pain. "H..how..?" she tried to say, but the words came out as a strange garbled moan.
"Spending significant amounts of time in the dark of the underground tends to destroy one's surface vision," said the Bane, "it is permanent damage that no healer can repair, though with proper training it can be a blessing and not a curse."
The girl frowned at that and tried to speak, but the Bane covered her mouth. "Don't try to speak, child. It seems that whoever held you in the dark removed your tongue. I do not know if it can ever be healed, my clerics could not do it, but that does not mean it's impossible. However, this too can also be a blessing." A grin that made the girl shiver crossed the Bane's lips. "Overcoming your weaknesses will become your greatest strength, child."
The girl tilted her head to the side, a bemused frown turned the corners of her mouth down as her brows furrowed in confusion. The Bane made a comforting noise as she placed her graceful hands delicately on the girl's shoulders. "I will explain more to you in time, Child, for now it shall be enough to say that you were brought here for a reason by a god I hope you will come to know and love. My Master has seen fit to save your life and raise you up to some higher purpose that even I have not completely discerned yet. But these are serious matters for another time for now we must feed you and get you proper bed rest so that you may heal completely."
The Bane studied the girl for several long moments, her hands not moving from the girl's shoulders. The girl met the Bane's pale blue eyes and suppressed a shiver, there was a fake kindness and empathy on the Bane's face; her eyes, however, spoke of the cruelty and the pain the Bane was capable of inflicting. "But first introductions are necessary. I am a Bane of the First Rank of Suraj, my name is not important. You however need one." The Bane pursed her lips and the girl had to suppress another shiver as her eyes were drawn to the woman's lips. They were a reddish purple tinged with a bit of blue, as if the Bane had been out in the cold for a very long period of time. "I shall call you She’va, seven, for the number of days it took to heal you."
Seven, hissed a voice that had always been in girl's head, How quaint. The voice belonged to a man, it was gruff and beautiful - at least it was to the girl now called She’va. She nodded her head, possibly in acquiescence to the Bane, but most likely in deference to the voice.
The Bane smiled and waved to two women whose mouths and noses were covered with red cloth. They carried food and drink on silver trays. The food was placed before She’va and the Bane urged She’va to eat and drink her fill, but not so fast as to make her sick or too much as to fill her up. For some reason the food and drink caused her pain and She’va opened her mouth to let out a cry, but the voice stopped her. Don't scream. Pain is fleeting. Find strength in your pain. She’va closed her mouth and the Bane frowned.
"It would seem that the parts of you that were once dead have not yet gotten used to the land of the living. Whatever pain you feel will pass. Come. Let us get you to bed." The Bane turned and glided out of the sanctuary, her crimson robes rustling softly as they brushed the floor. She’va paused for a second before climbing off the altar to follow her. Each step was agony. Do not show your weaknesses. Hissed the voice in her head and She’va forced herself to walk upright. To her credit she only faltered in step a few times and she didn't fall to the ground.
Walking down the corridor seemed to take hours to She’va and she was relieved when the Bane finally stopped before a door and pushed it open. "This will be your room for the time being, Child, at least until you've finished healing. Then we will send you off for your training."
She’va furrowed her brows and tried to open her mouth to speak, then remembered that she couldn't form words. What training? She wondered to herself. The voice in her head laughed at the thought, as if it knew more than she.
The Bane hurried She’va into bed and brushed her fingers over She’va's forehead. There was a brief moment of agony before blissful darkness began to take over. And all the while the voice whispered: Pain is fleeting, Strength Eternal. Find strength in your pain, your power lies in denying your weakness.
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Suraj
-An extremely minor power, it is unclear where Suraj originated from or even if he truly exists. He does not even register a level of recognition of the Thayne Pantheon. Currently he has one dedicated cult that continues to worship him.
Scholars who focus on minor deities argue that Suraj is an aspect of N’jal and Jomil, due to what little written word exists from him. He preaches the importance of strength over weakness. Those that are weak, deserve to be destroyed, those who allow themselves to become weak deserve worse. His few dedicated followers typically follow one of two paths – that of a martial being, worshiping him through gaining strength…or that of an inquisitorial being, worshiping him through the destruction of weakness.
Suraj is actually the product of the mating of Hromagh and a Demon. He was considered an abomination and cast away from the Thayne Pantheon. He takes his father's virtue of overcoming ones weakness to an extreme and twists it. He believes the purpose of the virtue is the destruction of weakness. Ultimately his goal is to destroy the weak of the world based on his own personal standard.
There is only one complete writing attributed to Suraj, a manifesto of sorts, its contents have only been granted, so far, to his faithful.
Nickname/Alias: She’va (pronounced Sheeva, the hebrew word for 7)
Age: 29
Race: Human… probably **
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 162lbs
Occupation: Spiritualist
Deity: Suraj (minor power, see below)
Personality: Despite her occupation, Fallon comes off as relatively inaccessible. Perhaps this is mostly due to her rather gruesome appearance combined with her combat training; lending to the strong and – what has been described as scary- way she carries herself. She is silent. However those who know how to speak to her find her incredibly talkative with a bright sense of humor.
Appearance: She is average height for a human and average weight for a warrior of her size. Her hair is long, down to her waist, straight as a pin and white as snow. These are perhaps the most normal things about Fallon’s appearance.
Her skin is unusually pale, almost translucent, as if she has seen very little sun in her life. The veins closest to the surface of her skin are mostly visible, strangely they sometimes seem to glow as if there is fire running through them.
Her eyes, when she chooses to uncover them, are even stranger, they are so pale that the color almost blends into the whites of her eyes. At a second glance they appear to be blue in color or perhaps a pale purple, almost as if someone tried to wash the color out of them. Perhaps most striking about her eyes, though, is not the lack of color, but the contrast of black that circles her corneas.
Still, her eyes are not the strangest thing about her appearance.
Fallon’s body is littered with terrible scars, they are deep and angry, almost as if someone had tortured her, torn her body to pieces and then sewn her back together. The scars criss cross over her arms, stomach, back, legs….any piece of visible skin. They are everywhere bur her face. The skin of Fallon’s face is clear and smooth, the type of skin women might kill to have, except for one strange thing – perhaps the most strange, most frightening, most gruesome thing about Fallon’s appearance – Her lips are sewn completely shut by black thread.
History:
Of her early years, She’va has little recollection. Indeed, it is almost as if her life began at twenty-three – or at least, that was the age the Sisters had told her when she arrived at the small temple. The temple was located on a tiny islet next to the southern coast of Corone. The islet was so small that it could barely be considered a worthwhile plot of land, it only took an hour to travel from one side of the islet to another. It only took that long because of the terribly tangled trees and low growing vegetation that covered the land. But it was perfect for the Sisters of the Bane of Suraj and their purposes.
It was unclear how She’va arrived on the island, but nevertheless on one particularly dreary day, she arrived on the doorstep of the small temple. She was unconscious, broken, and bleeding from deep wounds that covered her entire body. For seven days and nights the sisters of the temple worked to save her, though it is unclear, even to them whether She’va’s life was spared due to their efforts or due more so to the power of the godlike advocate, Suraj.
As repayment for their efforts, She’va was committed to their commune, to train in the combat arts – one of their methods of worship and learn to uphold their credence and laws. Put simply, to promote the emphasis of physical and psychological strength over any weakness. Those who are weak and cannot overcome their weakness should be destroyed. With every step of her journey a voice spoke to her, She’va was convinced it was the voice of her god, Suraj. Despite his roots in extreme cruelty, he expressed his love for her, encouraged her, broke her when necessary, but forever was there for her. She’va began to depend on his voice, perhaps she even fell in love with him.
After five years of training, she completed testing to obtain the rank of novice and was allowed to leave the commune. She’va accepted and chose the name Fallon Vedas for herself. Present day finds her on the island of Corone, seeking her purpose and spreading the message of Suraj.
Skills:
[Bōjutsu Novice] – Skilled in combat involving staffs of an average of 70in in length, specifically the bō.
[Close-Quarters Combat/Grappling Novice] – Skilled in close-quarters combat, technique has roots in the real world combat techniques of defendu and Krav Maga.
[Back on your feet!] – When you’ve been beaten down as many times as Fallon has, you learn very, very quickly how to get back on your feet, whether it’s leaping from a roof and reducing the impact of a fall, or rolling with the punches in combat, Fallon is pretty decent at standing back up, whether it’s good for her or not.
[Silver tongued….Sorta] – Fallon will never inspire armies, but with those to whom she can speak, she can use her wicked sharp wit to either intimidate or diplomatically sway them in her favor…most of the time.
[Mediocre Profiler] - Fallon fancies herself a bit of a behavioral analyst. She’s pretty convinced that she can figure out anyone’s behavior and anticipate their next moves, whether on the battlefield or in a throne room. Don’t tell her she’s not particularly good at it though, she won’t listen.
[Basic one way communication] - To counter her Mute flaw, Fallon can project her thoughts to a single person within a 30ft radius. She cannot read their thoughts, so the ability functions as her method of communication. However, the person she is attempting to speak to, can easily ignore her as Fallon's thoughts are not invasive. Functions only as a substitute for verbal communication.
Abilities:
[Holocaust Cloak] – Fallon’s rigorous combat training involved learning how to focus her ki. She’s particularly good at converting her energy into fire. Her primary ability suits Fallon’s personality perfectly – an offensive technique masquerading as a defensive one. The Holocaust cloak is based on a combat stance, when Fallon fights from this stance, her ki manifests physically as a layer of fire over her person. When she is struck in close combat, the cloak of fire has a chance to lash out as a counterattack. The attack deals minor burns to Fallon's opponent. Usable three times per thread
[Inferno Blade] – Fallon can also channel her ki though her hands into her weapon, covering it in a physical fire. This fire allows Fallon to increase the amount of damage she can do to a person. On top of her concussive blows, she can also burn skin, clothing or parts of the combat terrain. When she can apply extra focus she also has the chance to do slicing damage. Usable three times per thread
[Shifting Defense] - Shifting to this stance allows Fallon to regain clarity and gain a better read on her opponent. For every attack with which she fails to land a hit, Fallon can better anticipate her opponent's next move allowing her to sidestep the attack. While in this stance she loses access to Holocaust Cloak. Usable three times per thread
Flaws:
[Light Sensitivity]- Fallon’s eyes are damaged. When she is in the sunlight, she must cover her eyes or risk being completely blinded. At night though, when the moon is high her vision is nearly perfect.
[Mute]- Not only are Fallon’s lips sewn shut, but she lacks a tongue, rendering her almost completely mute. However, she has a passive psychic ability that allows her to direct her thoughts at one person within a thirty foot radius. This technique works only with those who are willing to communicate with her. It is a very simple to reject her voice.
Equipment/Weapons:
Iron based, gilded Bō
Specialized mask for covering her eyes – there is nothing particularly significant about it, except that it was designed for her face.
Standard adventuring equipment (pack, bedroll, short rations, etc.)
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** Human…Probably: Fallon is actually a Hellbred. This is similar to the DnD 3.5 character race (FCII pg 77), except that I’m cruel and don’t want to grant her many of the perks that the class gains. Put simply, Fallon was dead and a devilish power saw a use for her and brought her back to life. I’m leaving it open to manipulation now because it could be a fantastic plot point as her story progresses. As of Level 1 though, she is effectively a human. In this world, Hellbred would likely be resurrected from The Containment. She would not have been reincarnated from the Pyre though, she is still the same creature she was when she died, though she has no recollection of her past. This would likely be a punishment over a blessing.
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Back Story/ Writing Sample:
When they found her, she was barely alive. Her throat was cut, ribs were broken, blood flowed from so many places that they could not identify where most of her injuries were. The faithful who found on the steps of the temple brought her inside as carefully as they could. Three clerics and the head Bane were already waiting for them when they arrived. The Bane directed the faithful to carry the girl into a small sanctuary to the side of the main atrium and to lay her on the altar. Then the faithful were ushered out by servants of the Bane, who closed the crimson curtains of the sanctuary behind them.
The three clerics surrounded the girl and with a small gesture from the Bane they began to work.
For seven days and nights the Clerics of the temple of Bane prayed over the girl and poured healing magicks into her. No one questioned why so much energy should be expended into one small, pale, insignificant child; it seemed to the healers to be divine inspiration. The Bane who watched the process clearly had her motives, but she did not elect to share them with the clerics.
On the morning of the eighth day the girl woke.
Her screams might have been loud enough to wake the entire temple if it weren't for the magic the Bane had placed around the sanctuary to dampen any sounds from within. The Bane watched the girl as she screamed and writhed. She waved to the clerics when the girl got the presence of mind to reach up and start attempting to claw her own eyes out and the three clerics held the girl down, though it seemed to take them quite a bit of effort to do so. "Enough." Said the Bane. There was power behind her voice and though she had only spoken softly she might as well have barked out the word. The girl stopped screaming instantly. "Be still." Ordered the Bane and the girl lay still under the hands of the clerics.
The Bane stood from the gilded golden chair and stepped down from the raised dais in front of the altar. She motioned to the clerics and they bowed and moved away from the girl. They assumed respectful poses several feet away from the altar and bowed their heads. "Child, sit up." The girl jerked to respond to the Bane's orders, sitting up as quickly as she could, though it seemed to pain her. She raised her head in the direction of the Bane's voice, but kept her eyes screwed shut as if the light in the room was causing her extreme pain. The Bane made a noise as she studied the girl and then reached up to remove the red fabric with black lace and white beading that covered her own eyes. The girl flinched as the Bane laid the fabric across her face and then deftly tied it off behind her head. "Open your eyes."
It took visible effort and will power for the girl to open her eyes. When she did she discovered the fabric, as well as the metal and leather backing to the fabric that keep it from touching her eyes, worked to dim the lights in the room to the point that they did not cause her much pain. "H..how..?" she tried to say, but the words came out as a strange garbled moan.
"Spending significant amounts of time in the dark of the underground tends to destroy one's surface vision," said the Bane, "it is permanent damage that no healer can repair, though with proper training it can be a blessing and not a curse."
The girl frowned at that and tried to speak, but the Bane covered her mouth. "Don't try to speak, child. It seems that whoever held you in the dark removed your tongue. I do not know if it can ever be healed, my clerics could not do it, but that does not mean it's impossible. However, this too can also be a blessing." A grin that made the girl shiver crossed the Bane's lips. "Overcoming your weaknesses will become your greatest strength, child."
The girl tilted her head to the side, a bemused frown turned the corners of her mouth down as her brows furrowed in confusion. The Bane made a comforting noise as she placed her graceful hands delicately on the girl's shoulders. "I will explain more to you in time, Child, for now it shall be enough to say that you were brought here for a reason by a god I hope you will come to know and love. My Master has seen fit to save your life and raise you up to some higher purpose that even I have not completely discerned yet. But these are serious matters for another time for now we must feed you and get you proper bed rest so that you may heal completely."
The Bane studied the girl for several long moments, her hands not moving from the girl's shoulders. The girl met the Bane's pale blue eyes and suppressed a shiver, there was a fake kindness and empathy on the Bane's face; her eyes, however, spoke of the cruelty and the pain the Bane was capable of inflicting. "But first introductions are necessary. I am a Bane of the First Rank of Suraj, my name is not important. You however need one." The Bane pursed her lips and the girl had to suppress another shiver as her eyes were drawn to the woman's lips. They were a reddish purple tinged with a bit of blue, as if the Bane had been out in the cold for a very long period of time. "I shall call you She’va, seven, for the number of days it took to heal you."
Seven, hissed a voice that had always been in girl's head, How quaint. The voice belonged to a man, it was gruff and beautiful - at least it was to the girl now called She’va. She nodded her head, possibly in acquiescence to the Bane, but most likely in deference to the voice.
The Bane smiled and waved to two women whose mouths and noses were covered with red cloth. They carried food and drink on silver trays. The food was placed before She’va and the Bane urged She’va to eat and drink her fill, but not so fast as to make her sick or too much as to fill her up. For some reason the food and drink caused her pain and She’va opened her mouth to let out a cry, but the voice stopped her. Don't scream. Pain is fleeting. Find strength in your pain. She’va closed her mouth and the Bane frowned.
"It would seem that the parts of you that were once dead have not yet gotten used to the land of the living. Whatever pain you feel will pass. Come. Let us get you to bed." The Bane turned and glided out of the sanctuary, her crimson robes rustling softly as they brushed the floor. She’va paused for a second before climbing off the altar to follow her. Each step was agony. Do not show your weaknesses. Hissed the voice in her head and She’va forced herself to walk upright. To her credit she only faltered in step a few times and she didn't fall to the ground.
Walking down the corridor seemed to take hours to She’va and she was relieved when the Bane finally stopped before a door and pushed it open. "This will be your room for the time being, Child, at least until you've finished healing. Then we will send you off for your training."
She’va furrowed her brows and tried to open her mouth to speak, then remembered that she couldn't form words. What training? She wondered to herself. The voice in her head laughed at the thought, as if it knew more than she.
The Bane hurried She’va into bed and brushed her fingers over She’va's forehead. There was a brief moment of agony before blissful darkness began to take over. And all the while the voice whispered: Pain is fleeting, Strength Eternal. Find strength in your pain, your power lies in denying your weakness.
_____
Suraj
-An extremely minor power, it is unclear where Suraj originated from or even if he truly exists. He does not even register a level of recognition of the Thayne Pantheon. Currently he has one dedicated cult that continues to worship him.
Scholars who focus on minor deities argue that Suraj is an aspect of N’jal and Jomil, due to what little written word exists from him. He preaches the importance of strength over weakness. Those that are weak, deserve to be destroyed, those who allow themselves to become weak deserve worse. His few dedicated followers typically follow one of two paths – that of a martial being, worshiping him through gaining strength…or that of an inquisitorial being, worshiping him through the destruction of weakness.
Suraj is actually the product of the mating of Hromagh and a Demon. He was considered an abomination and cast away from the Thayne Pantheon. He takes his father's virtue of overcoming ones weakness to an extreme and twists it. He believes the purpose of the virtue is the destruction of weakness. Ultimately his goal is to destroy the weak of the world based on his own personal standard.
There is only one complete writing attributed to Suraj, a manifesto of sorts, its contents have only been granted, so far, to his faithful.