Cloven

og vamp
==Biography==
===Life on Sylvie Isle and in Caybourne===
However, a few years in, a disease swept through the crops and killed them all off. There was no hunting to be had on the island and the Roake'enners didn't raise livestock. They tried to live solely off seafood, but simply weren't pulling in enough - marine life tended to avoid the island due to the illusion cast by the Shael'enners. It was also difficult and dangerous to navigate the rocky shoreline and more than one slave and Dusk Elf were dashed to their deaths on the rocks or lost to the Sorrows.
Finally, to their initial disgust, one of the Dusk Elves started drinking blood from her slave. They had toyed with the thought of cannibalism to survive, but the other option was to return to the larger island and look for food which seemed more sustainable. But several of the slaves decided this was their one chance to escape forever and took the single craft, rowing away in the dead of night. This left the Shael'enners with no transport across.
The remaining slaves quickly became bloodbags. Using hemomancy, the Dusk Elves forced these poor creatures' bodies to produce more and more blood. They forced the slaves to feed on each other to sustain themselves. Very quickly, everyone was becoming sick and malnourished. Finally, the Dusk Elves felt they had no choice and butchered their slaves. They kept their remains in the cool caves below, the meat salted for longevity while they feasted on fat and marrow.
Then something awful happened. A scavenging monster found its way into the cave and demolished every piece of edible food. It flew away before they could kill it and they were left with only each other. Anarchy broke lose among their ranks as they brought their various hemomancy magics to bear, turning on each other as they fought to survive. In the ensuing bloodbath and carnage, only one remained standing.
Binding the blood of the others to herself, she tore their brains asunder. Yet, she kept them alive - at least, the parts of them necessary to produce blood. But eventually she ran into the same issue they had with the slaves - there was nothing for these half-dead creatures to feed on, as she slowly drained them dry.
Thankfully, before she was forced to make any more difficult choices, she was found by three of the Shael'enners - the escaped slaves had encountered them and told them what happened.
These people were mortified by what Cloven had done to survive. The woman among them even suggested perhaps these sins were too great for Cloven to reintegrate into their settlement.
Fearing they might abandon her on that rocky island, Cloven forced her blood-bound pawns to bear on them. As these disgusting abominations tore into her enemies, one of the Shael'enners tried to leap into the ocean to survive. Cloven caught her by the blood in her veins, holding this poor Dusk Elf above the waves. This was the one who thought she would be better off left here... to starve...
Cloven ripped the woman back to her and sank her teeth into the woman's throat. In the ensuing struggle, they both tumbled into the Sorrows. But Cloven's rage was so great, her hunger so terrible, she never let go and she drank deeply. When the woman struck her head on a rock, Cloven had the outcropping to hold onto as she drained the woman dry - her hemomancy ripping blood from veins, muscle, and organs to enter her mouth all the more quickly. She struggled to breathe, her head barely above the crashing waves, and swigs of the Sorrows mixed with the blood.
Unknowingly, Cloven had also consumed the blood of this woman's unborn child.
Finally full for the first time in months, Cloven climbed back to land and found her pawns had died in their struggles with the other Shael'enners - who had died of blood loss from their injuries. With no witnesses to her massacre and bloodthirsty behavior, she used their craft to row back over to the larger island. For a time, she survived in the wilderness on her own, hunting and gathering. Eventually, she found her way back to Shael'enn and was accepted back with a story about how she had managed to swim to shore shortly after the slaves escaped, but gotten lost in the jungle.
Over the years as she built up her new life in Shael'enn, Cloven found a mate. But her fascination with blood was not over. He agreed to blood-play and she drank from him. However, when he drank from her, he was violently sick and began spasming. He became a wild creature, awful and mindless. He broke into the neighbor's yard to chase a goat which had an open wound. He ate it. Cloven managed to cover the whole incident and kept her bizarre creation hidden in the house while she tried to figure out what had happened.
She realized he would respond to her and her commands, but otherwise he reacted on instinct. Which was impossible, as when she searched for a heartbeat in his chest, she found none - he was dead, yet, he moved.
She made up some story about him not coming home and the other settlers began looking for him. After he didn't return for several weeks, the search was called off and Cloven began to mourn. But behind closed doors, she was poking and prodding the beast that used to be her mate. She began several different experiments - one of which was forcing a rat to bite her and drink her blood. Something very similar happened, where it began vomiting and seizing. But it just died. The result was the same again and again as she got other types of small animals to bite her and drink her blood. In turn, she never stopped her own blood-drinking habits, but she only drank from animals.
She got her former mate to drink more of her blood. And strangely, over time, he began to have some resemblance of intelligence and conscious thought - this experiment took years until he was at the level of even a child's intelligence, and it made him only more volatile as he began to gain some degree of independent thought.
That independence would lead to several murders through the settlement one night. He did not behave so mindlessly as he had before, but the intelligence to act frugally was not there. He bit and drained many Dusk Elves. Most died simply from blood-loss. Several died from rapid infection, expiring in much the same way he had. But one woke up like he had and went on its own murder spree as he trundled off back home, leaving bloody foot prints.
Cloven woke the next morning to the remaining village outside her door. They expected to find her dead, but were attacked by her loyal pawn. They took him down before she could regain control - which had been getting harder and harder to do anyway. They realized whatever this was, it was her fault - she had lied about her mate being missing, yet here he was. They tried to kill her too, but she fled - her former mate rose back up to protect her and the village was left to battle this impossible creature as she ran away.
Uncertain of where to go or what to do with herself, she ended up wandering to the shoreline down south. There, she came across a duo who had crafted a boat and were planning on leaving to explore the world - friends Kavor and Eranea. She convinced them to let her accompany them and this led to them sailing the oceans.
Although her desire for blood was terrible, Cloven fought off the desire until they reached the next landmass where she caught an animal and drank until it was still. This pattern continued, the places they visited lost between her horrid needs being met and the awful thirst as they were not. Somewhere along the way, Kavos thought the way she stared at his neck was lust. When they were alone on an island as Eranea went foraging, Kavos made a move and Cloven agreed. In the act of making love, she lost control and bit him. She managed to stop herself before she drew too much, but Kavos seemed into it. She was horrified, waiting for him to turn as her mate had - but he didn't. At this point, she realized, for someone to turn into a monster, they needed to drink her blood. Thankfully Kavos wasn't so into that idea, but Cloven never had intimacy with him again.
===Legacy/Current===
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==Personality and Traits==
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