I hate that I look like a villain. Villains are no better than heroes. What is it with destruction, anyway? Sounds fairly mundane if you ask me. Maybe I think this way because I'm cursed with bloodlust and a never ending hunger for mortal flesh. This is my curse after all. There are those who wants to become who I am because they think it's good? They can't be more wrong. My condition is no gift. I'm cursed to be a hunter, but I'm not about to roll over and let anyone kill me because I don't like who I am. Chase didn't have to die. He should've had it better. I don't want to end up like him.
The curious Benjamin Franklin noted that he didn't wanna die, but that man shot him anyway. It was rather cruel and not at all called for. Oh my god this is so cool. I know I am rambling on and on and on in this div, but I can't emphasize how cool this thing right here is. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, I havve run out of words. No matter.
Silvaria the Marth which was born near the end of the year 1100 to a school of witches in Germany who were then subservient to a clan of werewolves. The werewolves were masters at that time, of both man and other creatures. Through their physical superiority they had reigned for close to 400 years before the subsequent dawn of Christianity in Europe, AD which saw the beginning of the purges of the dominating tribes and making Europe one.
She used to lead a leisurely life, enthralled with brewing potions and hearing her mother speak of tales of the great werewolf lords and ladies of the past. She knew nothing of what fate had in store for her. Only at the age of 17, she was given the care of a young werewolf boy, an outcast details of which she wouldn't know. Together with this boy Adelwulf they would roam the outskirts of the country. And without the protection of the clan, they were often the target of bandits and angry mobs- situations they came out of through use of Adelwulf's natural born skills and Silvaria's magic.
A pup he was but he also had undeniable power that coursed through his veins. Years pass and the duo eventually grew up and came to know of their clan's demise. Little could be done and they couldn't return, because the territory was now under the lordship of the Temple. All the two youngsters could do was hide and continue to survive. The knowledge did little to change the lifestyle for them up until that point. Silvaria kept it a secret from Adelwulf for fear of what he might want to do.
Days turned to months and months to years and years to decades, and decades to centuries. Eventually the modern era had come to be. Adelwulf and Silvaria had somehow managed to survive the barbaric past and moved to the free world. Sure they had their fangs and magic in the pages of history but none of their exploits were written or passed down. The tale of a werewolf and a witch isn't one told.
Silvaria the Marth which was born near the end of the year 1100 to a school of witches in Germany who were then subservient to a clan of werewolves. The werewolves were masters at that time, of both man and other creatures. Through their physical superiority they had reigned for close to 400 years before the subsequent dawn of Christianity in Europe, AD which saw the beginning of the purges of the dominating tribes and making Europe one.
She used to lead a leisurely life, enthralled with brewing potions and hearing her mother speak of tales of the great werewolf lords and ladies of the past. She knew nothing of what fate had in store for her. Only at the age of 17, she was given the care of a young werewolf boy, an outcast details of which she wouldn't know. Together with this boy Adelwulf they would roam the outskirts of the country. And without the protection of the clan, they were often the target of bandits and angry mobs- situations they came out of through use of Adelwulf's natural born skills and Silvaria's magic.
A pup he was but he also had undeniable power that coursed through his veins. Years pass and the duo eventually grew up and came to know of their clan's demise. Little could be done and they couldn't return, because the territory was now under the lordship of the Temple. All the two youngsters could do was hide and continue to survive. The knowledge did little to change the lifestyle for them up until that point. Silvaria kept it a secret from Adelwulf for fear of what he might want to do.
Days turned to months and months to years and years to decades, and decades to centuries. Eventually the modern era had come to be. Adelwulf and Silvaria had somehow managed to survive the barbaric past and moved to the free world. Sure they had their fangs and magic in the pages of history but none of their exploits were written or passed down. The tale of a werewolf and a witch isn't one told.
Powers & Abilities
Witch-Born: Silvaria is a witch-born of the Marth Clan. Her true form is that of a Mana Elemental (being of pure magic). As such, she is able to absorb and boost her magic through external means. Being a witch born gives Silvaria high resistance to magic but she is weak to powers and skill that are of a draining nature. It can even be said to be deadly.
Magic: Having had centuries to perfect her magic, Silvaria no longer needs to brew potions in order to manipulate the properties of the world around her. Words and her willpower are sufficient to allow for that to happen. She can manipulate elements as well as the hearts and minds of people.
Ever-lasting: As a being of pure mana, she can neither age nor die. Given enough time, Silvaria can come back from being atomized. Every neutron of her being is infused with the culmination of her experience and memories of her life.
I hate that I look like a villain. Villains are no better than heroes. What is it with destruction, anyway? Sounds fairly mundane if you ask me. Maybe I think this way because I'm cursed with bloodlust and a never ending hunger for mortal flesh. This is my curse after all. There are those who wants to become who I am because they think it's good? They can't be more wrong. My condition is no gift. I'm cursed to be a hunter, but I'm not about to roll over and let anyone kill me because I don't like who I am. Chase didn't have to die. He should've had it better. I don't want to end up like him.
Silvaria the Marth which was born near the end of the year 1100 to a school of witches in Germany who were then subservient to a clan of werewolves. The werewolves were masters at that time, of both man and other creatures. Through their physical superiority they had reigned for close to 400 years before the subsequent dawn of Christianity in Europe, AD which saw the beginning of the purges of the dominating tribes and making Europe one.
She used to lead a leisurely life, enthralled with brewing potions and hearing her mother speak of tales of the great werewolf lords and ladies of the past. She knew nothing of what fate had in store for her. Only at the age of 17, she was given the care of a young werewolf boy, an outcast details of which she wouldn't know. Together with this boy Adelwulf they would roam the outskirts of the country. And without the protection of the clan, they were often the target of bandits and angry mobs- situations they came out of through use of Adelwulf's natural born skills and Silvaria's magic.
A pup he was but he also had undeniable power that coursed through his veins. Years pass and the duo eventually grew up and came to know of their clan's demise. Little could be done and they couldn't return, because the territory was now under the lordship of the Temple. All the two youngsters could do was hide and continue to survive. The knowledge did little to change the lifestyle for them up until that point. Silvaria kept it a secret from Adelwulf for fear of what he might want to do.
Days turned to months and months to years and years to decades, and decades to centuries. Eventually the modern era had come to be. Adelwulf and Silvaria had somehow managed to survive the barbaric past and moved to the free world. Sure they had their fangs and magic in the pages of history but none of their exploits were written or passed down. The tale of a werewolf and a witch isn't one told.
I can't read the text in the post with the image (using a theme with white text), might wanna put a color:black in there. Great work though! That img style float thing is really cool
I can't read the text in the post with the image (using a theme with white text), might wanna put a color:black in there. Great work though! That img style float thing is really cool