Let Me Tell You A Story…

Once, a girl was worthless. Her white skin and pale red eyes marked her as cursed, unable to feel the touch of the Lightbringer without being scoured by His radiance. She was born into servitude, bound by an ancient pact to a man who was renowned for making Essence dance in beautiful patterns as his whim. Unbeknownst to the man, the girl learned much of the world beyond his home and of the dances he created. She could not make things dance as he could, but she became well-versed in the steps of the dance itself.

The girl eventually began creating her own dances, crude at first but improving as her knowledge of the proper steps increased. However, the man eventually discovered her dalliances with the art. Discovering them to be better in form than his own creations, he flew into a terrible rage, destroying her work and banishing her from his dwelling. Alone in the world, all that remained for the girl was the punishment of the hateful Sun that would come with the dawn.

Cowering in a small outcropping that barely protected her from the baleful light that surrounded her, the girl became aware of the presence of another. Its features were shrouded by the cloak it wore; a cloak, she soon noticed, that was made from the flesh of man. The being shared its own inability to bear the light of the sun, which calmed the girl somewhat. She asked the being the reason for its presence; it said that it was there to offer her the ability to dance as her master could, creating steps that will bring about a new world, a perfect world. The girl agreed to the arrangement, seeing no other route to escape from her fate. In a flash, the demon enveloped the girl in its own rapidly-liquefying flesh, and the girl was no more.

The sun passed through the sky five times as the hardened crystal pulsed with a faint glow, not unlike a flame hungrily licking the air. As the sun readied for sleep on the fifth day, the crystal shattered, revealing an emaciated figure, still pale of skin but now with eyes that burned with a grey flame. The figure moved slowly, adjusting its steps to accommodate its atrophied musculature and increased height. As the bright orb sank below the horizon, the figure entered the villa of the haughty dancer.

It is unknown to all but three what happened that day. The first cannot say, as the mind that was once so highly prized is completely broken, leaving behind a shell of a creature who dances feebly to the perfected movements of the Principle. The second will not say, as such things do not suit its current goals. The third might say, asking in return that the questioner takes a hidden name into himself and serve it utterly. Nevertheless, the pyres gained a new tender that day, one who will lead the world in the greatest dance of all: obedience.


Kamira's time in the Chrysalis Grotesque took away whatever beauty she may have possessed. Some would say that she got the short end of the stick when it came to taking on aspects of her coadjutor: her physical strength was deemed unnecessary and replaced with a near inhuman grace, leaving the woman emaciated almost to the state of mummification. Her eyes, changed from their original pale pink, now smolder with a dark gray fire. She speaks calmly, exerting no more effort than is needed to convey her thoughts.

Her skin and hair retain their coloring (and sensitivity to sunlight), requiring her to cover herself fully in heavy clothing. When this clothing is removed, a full-body tattoo of a dragon is visible, flowing around her body to protect her from incoming strikes; most are unsure whether the dragon represents the Ebon Dragon or Oramus, and Kamira isn't telling.

The Basics

Name: Kamira
Caste: Defiler
Motivation: Reach the pinnacle of sorcerous ability
Urge: Take the Book of Three Circles from the fool Raksi (Cecelynian)

Abilities and Attributes

Strength 1, Dexterity 4, Stamina 2
Charisma 4, Manipulation 4, Appearance 1
Perception 4, Intelligence 4, Wits 3

Caste: Craft (Water) 3, Investigation 3, Lore 3, Occult 3 (Demons +1)
Favored: Stealth 2, Awareness 3, Martial Arts 1, Survival 3, Linguistics 2 (Flame; Old Realm, Riverspeak)
Other: Dodge 3, Integrity 1, Resistance 1


Artifact 2 (Draconic Aegis - Tattoo armor, 4B/4L; 5m)
Backing (SWLIHN) 2
Cult 1
Familiar (Demonic) 3 (Zanahari, Teodozjia(+1 Strength, +1 Stamina))
Influence (Malfeas) 1
Manse 2 (Pale Sapphire of Silence Bestowed)
Savant 1
Unwoven Coadjutor 4 (Specialty; +2 social vs demons; Detect Cultist; +2 Join Battle)

Willpower, Virtues and Intimacies

Willpower 7
Virtues: Compassion 1, Conviction 3, Temperance 4 (3BP), Valor 2
Intimacies: Perfection of Creation

Essence and Health

Essence 3
16/16 Personal
33/38 Peripheral
5 Committed

0, -1, -1, -2, -2, -4, Dying, Dying, Dead


She Who Lives In Her Name

Factual Determination Analysis
Essence-Dissecting Stare
Ego-Infused Pattern Primacy
Mind-Hand Manipulation
Unseen Force Application

Ebon Dragon

First Excellency of Ebon Dragon (x3)
Witness to Darkness
Life-Blighting Emptiness Attack
Sorcerous Enlightenment of the Ebon Dragon



  • Dodge DV 5
  • Parry DV 3
  • Dodge MDV 6


  • Unarmored
    • Standard: 2B/1L/0A
  • Oramus' Aegis
    • Standard: 6B/5L/4A

Combat Statistics

  • Join Battle 5
  • Clinch
    • Standard: Spd 6, Acc +0(5), Dmg +0B(1B), Def -, Rate 1
  • Kick
    • Standard: Spd 5, Acc +0(5), Dmg +3B(4B), Def -2(PDV 2), Rate 2
  • Punch
    • Standard: Spd 5, Acc +1(6), Dmg +0B(1B), Def +2(PDV 4), Rate 3

Bonus Points and Experience Points

BP (21):
Essence 3 (7)
SEoED (4)
Backing (SWLIHN) 2 (1)
Familiar (Demonic) 3 (1)
Unwoven Coadjutor 4 (5)
Temperance 4 (3)

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