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|Subject: Animae Damnatae "Souls of the Damned" May 19th 2013, 10:43 pm|| |
"Souls of the Damned"Draven
"Queen of Darkness"
"Mother of Vampires"
Type: First Vampire/Leader of the Council
- Draven's beauty is unsurpassed. Even the impressive flawlessness of the Requiem Bloodline does not compare to her ethreal beauty. Her skin is without a blemish, pale and seeming to glow faintly with some inner light.
- Her eyes are as black as the shadows she wields, giving her a nearly sightless appearance.
- Draven's long black hair trails down past the curve of her backside in straight, perfectly maintained layers.
- Her face us slender, each feature evenly proportioned. Her lips are full, sensual and inviting.
-Sacramental Essence- The core of Draven's power. Sacramental Essence is a rare Magickal energy revolving around pain, torture, and various other macabre designs. This essence is usually invisible unless in a highly concentrated form. If concentrated, it crackles in black and yellow-green hues of electricity.
-Desecrate- A fairly powerful Magick that uses Sacramental Essence in order to completely destroy the anatomy of an enemy. Once Draven's essence is absorbed into her enemy, it triggers; within the very blood, the tissues, and other organs, a systematic charge of electricity, causing the body to explode from the inside out.
-Oubilette- Macabre limbs made of Darkness spill forth from the ground, ripping the terrain open. These grotesque appendages phase through a victim's body and latch onto the soul. There is a sickening sucking noise as the soul is violently torn from the body and dragged down into a pitch black hole.
-Transfiguration of Blackness- Tendrils of Darkness lash out from the shadows, ensnaring the opponent within it's embrace. Those tendrils latch onto a large ring summoned for this purpose. Once they latch onto the ring, the Darkness embracing the victim pierce through the skin as if they were a solid substance. These tendrils sow the body to the metal ring, pinning it in place. Once secured, the Darkness invades the victim, so much; in fact, that they explode.
-Cacophony of Death- The Darkness and Shadows that Draven wields can also form creatures that can be ordered to attack an enemy or form tendrils directly radiating from her body. These tendrils form mouths of very sharp teeth and eerie yellow eyes. These tendrils speak in whispering voices that are more than capable of driving others insane or even drive them to death.
-Invocation of Flesh- A flesh-crafting ability honed by Draven's Sacramental Essence. This Magick allows her to throw her essence at her opponent. Once absorbed, her psionics instruct the Magick through the surface of enemy flesh, ripping it from bone and other tissue. This Magick can also be used to meld flesh together to form macabre creations. This ability is similiar to those of the Corpus Bloodline.
-Abyss of Suffering- Once activated, it seals the essence of Eternal Damnation, projecting itself into a circle that spans to nearly a mile wide. Once it interacts with living tissue, or connects with the essence of life, it infuses Eternal Damnation into the opponents body, causing vomiting, excrutiating pain, possible paralysis, and in close quarters can cause death which is manifested by the rapid degeneration of the skeletal structure and inversion of the skin.
A healthy woman is much like a wolf, strong life force, life-giving, territorily aware, intuitive and loyal. Yet seperation from her wildish nature causes a woman to become meager, anxious, and fearful.
The wild nature carries the medicine for all things. She carries stories, dreams, words and songs. She carries everything a woman needs to be and know. She is the essence of the female soul...
With the wild nature as ally and teacher, we see not through two eyes only, but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes.
It does not mean to lose one's primary socializations. It means quite the opposite. The wild nature has a vast integrity to it. It means to establish territory, to find one's pack, to be in one's body with certainty and pride, to speak and act in one's behalf, to be aware, to draw on the innate feminine powers of intuition, to find what one belongs to, to rise with dignity, to proceed as a powerful being who is friendly but never tame.
The Wild Woman is the one who thunders in the face of injustice. She is the one we leave home to look for and the one we come home to. She is the one who keeps a woman going when she thinks she's done for. She is intuition, far-seer, deep listener, and she is loyal heart. She thrives on fresh site and self-integrity.
She must strut the old pathways, assert her instinctual knowledge, proudly bear the battle scars of her time, write her secrets on walls, refused to be ashamed, lead the way through and out, be cunning and use her feminine wits.
Where can you find her? She walks in the deserts, cities, woods, oceans, and in the mountain of solitude. She lives in women everywhere; in castles with queens, in the boardrooms, in the penthouse, and on the night bus to Brownsville.
She lives in a faraway place that breaks through to our world. She lives in the past and is summoned by us. She is in the present. She is in the future and walks backward in time to find us now.
Wild woman whispers the words and the ways to us, and we follow. She has been running and stopping and waiting to see if we are catching up. She has many things to show us.
Whether you are possessed of a simple heart or the ambitious, whether you are trying to make it to the top or just make it through tomorrow, the wild nature belongs to you.
Don't be a fool. Go back and stand under that one red flower and walk straight ahead for that last hard mile. Go up and knock on the old weathered door. Climb up to the cave. Crawl through the window of a dream. Sift the desert and see what you find. It is the only work we have to do.
Without us, Wild Woman dies. Without Wild Woman, we die. Para Vida, for true life, both must live.
Text summarized from
Women Who Run With Wolves
© Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D.
There isn't much known among Vampire kind about Draven's past. What they do know is that she was the first of their kind. Some whisper about her being born that way, others say it was a curse passed down over the generations. Although she appears to be of partial Egyptian decent, there is no trace of any accent within the beautiful timber of her voice. (Draven is actually far older than Egyptian civilization). There is no certainty about the era in which Draven was born in and when asked, her only response is "Long ago." There are depictions of her fighting alongside the Vikings, stories of her riding with Atilla the Hun and even more rumors than she once knew the real Dracula. She is the only living soul who knows anything about her past. Not even her daughter Radraven or her husband Dasani know where she came from. Mystery surrounds the Mother of all Vampires and it seems she prefers it that way. One other thing known for certain about her past was that she had onced used her abilities and her race for purposes that rivaled even the Corpus and the Mortuus.