Astrid Hellis

*"The truth is I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't and that's no lie."*

*-*Astrid Family

"I live a lie."

## History

The Hellis bloodline, is one well known throughout the territories surrounding this noble villa. A clan of purebloode Dhampir's who lineage was legend to surpass the start of the great war between the Sesafenian Empire and Essen. Amelia and Walter Hellis were a power couple, in every essence of the word. Walter was a grandiose general, who rose through the ranks during the war as did his father and forefather before him. After the wore, he settled down marrying into another high ranking family who only had a daughter as it was custom to keep the wealth within the hands of the wealthy through that era. These two dhampir lines had long passed on their purity of bloodline with others houses, however after the shocking death tole of the great war the number of purebloods had waned and decayed into he mausoleums that their fallen brethren.

Walter much like his father before, sought out fertility in hopes of producing a strong masculine heir, both to maintain their bloodline in search of other suitable dhampirs as well as a passing of the title and honor that came with the name. Expectations were for the oldest son, William to one day take his place upon the battlefield should another great war arise, and to prove the Hellis family proud if ever a scenario were to arise.

### **Kidnapped?**

The list of enemies for the Hellis family was not a minor one, word got out about ruffians and rebellions who had sought death of those noble families who had long ruled over them as their feudal lords deserved a harsh wakeup call. On the night that Astrid was born, the unthinkable happened. A thief in the night was dispatched skilled and determined to help bring about the downfall of the Hellis family bloodline snatched up the young Astrid in hopes of ransoming their off for the family fortune assuming that the parents would do anything for their blood.

The bandits in a bloody disarray had kept the child locked this infant away within a small trappers cage for small creatures. The encampment knew very little about the area, and even less about the monsters that lurked within the old ruined catacombs of the city. A celebration of their feat was held through the mid summer nights, beer and venison to be had by all. A patrol to check randomly upon the young baby girl. Those cries would be the reason that baby Astrid didn't last the night. Among the waters of a long constructed old watering hole, was an infamous ooze. As the festivities of the bandits continued through the night, the intoxication and general volume of singing began to overtake the cries of that baby till nothing remained. No tears, no cries only the puddle of what was presumably remains of the creatures that had slowly passed over the cage.

It was in that moment, that the life of Astrid Hellis was replaced with that of an imposter as far as the definition of the word could go. Some delusions and alcohol riddled memories of the bandits checking in had lead the camp into disarray. By the time morning came, the entire camp was in a frenzy searching for their meal ticket for many cases. The sudden vanishing act and of the girl lead the camp to disburse leaving them ripe and ready for an attack. After weeks of hunting, those scattered bandits were met with the wrath of Walter Hellis the renowned war hero who had left a wake of death and despair through the ranks of his foes.

However, as he ran through the camps he had seen no signs not even a stich of clothing of his would be daughter. As he interrogated and slaughtered through their ranks a lucky soul landed a fatal blow, a large cleaved section of flesh just between his fourth and fifth ribs. As a result of this defeat the bandits that heard this news all came rushing back, in hopes of looting for the lost heir who was somehow miraculously recaptured and encaged by the time the battle with Walter the Bloody had ended. Months had passed between the recovery of Astrid and the loss of their mother. At least, the supposed recovery of Astrid. During the time of their beloved daughter's disappearance and the return of their husbands remains, Amelia had taken their own life in dismay leaving both their children in the care of the family servants.

Thus became a slime daughter born to life of confusion and turmoil that would come to haunt their to this day.

### **Living the Lie**

William was always suspicious, uncertain whether a child at the age of his dear's sister kidnapping could truly be identified properly by some mere physician. It was this suspicion that lead William to furiously seek out signs of those who were at his parents bandit camp, the young slime though new to this world was quite accustom to the traits of such humanoids. Experiences and even time were an evaluation into this poor creature knowing that absolute mimicry of the dhampir's aging process after the knowledge it had received from the primordial ooze whence it came.

Astrid had no chance of ever remembering their parents when they died even before they was swapped with the slime, their brother a few years older than themselves though had vowed to find the bandit leader who had brought the untimely death of his parents. Where William hunted and sought out signs of a possible signs of a doppelganger replacing his sister, the servants decided to help teach and train this child to being a more benevolent mistress

By the age of fifteen they had learned how to be a proper lady, respect and enjoying the company of other nobles at hosted parties. A task that was quite odd to the slime, as they first had to establish the identity of gender within the gelatinous mind that it enveloped. Days within the Hellis family library was spent, where this poor creature desperately sought out examples and representations thought literature as to truly adopt a personality befitting of what would have been a rich noble child raised under such strange circumstances. In many cases, they saw what seemed to be snobs, a trait that they were not eager to adopt as fear of pushing to hard at their adoptive brother or the servants could cause quite the dilemna. Puhed to hard and be resented and possibly misbelieved by their servants or act to gently and be walked over and seen as a fraud. Their was no winning area which often caused Astrid to take the middle ground, simply stumbling through naively preventing all pressure that could be applied in hopes of dancing through life.

### **Night to Remember**

The first true task for Astrid though, was one where the brother of the Hellis family didn't return. The slime was filled with a mix of confusing emotions, in one way their was relief the final member of the Hellis bloodline would no longer be pointing out the imperfections of their racial deficiencies but on another note he had always been their for Astrid regardless of understanding that they were an imposter whenever they were cowering or balling their eyes out in hope of learning what it was that made him seem so bipolar between loving and hatred of his little sis, a comforting hug was always there reconcile such differences. In doing so, this slime became the long lost heir of the Hellis family not by blood, but by nurturing. While all the servants were teaching Astrid, politics, sciences, and even literature their brother had always taken to their safety and well being whether it was self defense or lessons on nature of humanity and the evil surrounding it. William showed their how to use fire arms as well as how to not get oneself disarmed while in melee combat, it was a peculiar feat one that in all honesty the slime would have simply shifted forms if it weren't for the length of time it took to change it's shape. William always sought after his family's long lost heirlooms, a revolver capable of what was rumored to be unrivaled strength, sadly during one eventful hunting party around the coming of age of his baby sister Astrid the solemn news would arrive. It was the day of a ball they had prepared for months in hopes of celebrating their brother's eighteenth birthday as well as a reason for their to look around in the future to try and find the one who had single handedly brought the Hellis family blood line to an end.

The remaining legacy of the Hellis family, was thus passed onto a member who was an imposter. Dread and sorrow engulfed the slime completely, no amount of knowledge or experience could prepare an individual with the waves of emotion of losing ones closest family member, whether it be blood or not. A few soul survivors from the brother's hunting party were the barer of this unfortunate news. The poor souls entrusted with the happenings of the sorrowful events that brought tears to Astrid's eyes. It wasn't natural for oozes or slimes to feel such emotions, after all this was the development of what was seen to be the mindless forms that often killed without mercy or understanding of the emotions of *flesh-folk.* It was here that the barrier between such opposites began to congeal into one. A hybrid daughter of ooze birth, and *flesh-folk* nurturing learned how true family would react. It wasn't this constant tiptoeing of fear of being found out that they weren't who they said they were despite who they wanted to be as this slime had merged in a sense even with the young baby Astrid which seemingly snapped what emotions the true Astrid would have had to the surface bubbling under that magical mask they wore concealing their true form.

After a night of grieving, Astrid decided that even if they were blood, that they would recover the body of William Hellis and Walter Hellis. Somewhere buried or discarded by the bandits, Hellis would let neither hell or high water impede the search for the recovery so that way they would be able to be laid to rest with the remains of all their ancestors that came before.

### **The Hellis Legacy**

Astrid grew more beautiful then they did wise in their years, the teachings of their servants falling on rather angry ears as the girl focused their thoughts more upon the paths that their family had always taken, ***vengeance***. The poor thing slowly losing faith, to the point that they ended up losing themselves to some bad habits. The primary being dedicating themselves to the drink, their favorite wines and brews slowly shifting to mixtures of the hard stuff. Falling in with whisky and brandy to slowly drown out the thoughts of their own failings. Astrid imagined their brother was laughing at their own pitiful displays in attempts to redeem the family name.

During this time, Astrid became a rather hopeless drunk no matter how much their servants consoled or chastised their words seemingly fell on deft ears. Astrid's ideas of revenge and reestablishing the Hellis family name slowly feel into ruin much like their reputation till they received a message. With a shriveled up finger upon a ring that belonged to their old man. It was fuel from the man who was quite disappointed that the last of the Hellis bloodline was giving up quite so easily it was their twentieth birthday gift that would snap the girl out of their stupor. Quitting the drink and returning back to their mission of exacting that revenge that would be so sweet when they was called out by the one who sought the last of their bloodline out in a duel. Unfortunately for them, it wasn't a fair fight that the man was seeking and thus they was left to run tail between their legs back to the old homestead.

For the next few years, they remained locked away, cursing the bastard who was attempting to prepare an ambush for their the minute they left the settlement, leaving themselves to rest once again marinating in their own hatred for the man that had called their out.

## Appearance

### Dhampir Form:

Astrid's dhampir figure is a slender figure that is quite well endowed as far as their natural assets have gone. A near picture perfect depiction of what their mother appeared like back in their prime. A long swooping cut, short on the side and slowly extending further down to their bangs which are swopped down usually across the left most side of their face. Crimson blood eyes are the only ones that glare through that white draping hair ever since the death of their step-brother. As a viewer of this fine piece of modern art, you can see their pale flesh resembles that of an almost translucent style sheen to it. Lusciously red lips slathered with what some presume to be blood, but others simple lipstick.

As a hand travels down the slim figure, they feel the soft curvaceous flesh that offers rather moderately sized breasts and highly wide birthing hips. Fitting that somewhat ideal bottom heavy hourglass figure that is propped by thick thighs and long muscular toned calves.

This family line was one primarily established with a blood line of Dhampir blood, one that ends with this young buxom beauty. The pale beauty tends to wear whatever type of apparel that keeps their most comfortable in the moment. At the local tavern, many people see their sporting what can only be seen as a scandalous white long sleeve shirt and dark stockings and some lower lingerie. they leaves little up to the imagination after they has had a few drinks in their or the memories of their deceased family start to linger into their mind.

### Slime Form:

This monotonously toned ooze generally hides this fluid form behind what is the Astrid daughter shell.

## Personality

Astrid Hellis is a rather lonely woman, born into a family that slowly was wiped away from existence. The culmination of fear for own secret identity being found out as well as the hatred of the neighboring bandits that had single handedly wiped out the Hellis family blood line left this adopted daughter of sorts in a culmination of mixing emotions that even the real daughter likely wouldn't have been able to cope with. As a child, the slime was relatively well mannered and neutral to any series of outcomes simply rolling with the glancing punches that were thrown their way.

Astrid Hellis is a rather lonely woman, born into a family that slowly was wiped away left their wanting for something a bit more than what they was able to get. Friends and family, the ultimate treatment for that broken heart that the girl was nursing in liquor and chips at the local bar. they became quite uncaring of their own personal stature after their brother's death, so much so that they treated the local bar like an extension of their own house. Indecently exposing themselves and stumbling home late at night with female hookers to simply console themselves, they never was able to find a love of their life to take to bed, perhaps it's the reason they primarily kept close company with other women who often took advantage of the generosity and simply claimed different rooms for short periods of time.

## Loves

1. **Alcohol:** Although it's an addiction, Astrid being a slime had a higher tolerance so much to the point that many servants were alarmed at how well the noble Dhampir could hold their liquor. Unlike so many wine coinsures or fanatics, whatever the term you care to use for such people, Astrid has little care of the actual alcohol to flavor content. The higher the percentile the less that gelatinous form needs to take in in order to exhibit similar traits of what the flesh-folk considered inebriated. A limit which they started to surpass on an hourly basis.
2. **Animals:**
	1. **Cats:** This was a biproduct less of their own pleasures, but that of their family. The hellis household was surrounded by stray cats, ones that adored the generosity Astrid's mother and flourished upon the grounds. Servants and they themselves still take care as a loving memory to those who had passed. Although they tend to be quite selfish creatures, Astrid still finds the loving warmth of these furry friends to be comforting after a long night of booze.
	2. **Birds:** This fun loving slime adores the idea of soring through the sky, a trait that the primordial puddle never learned to replicate. Oozes rarely are capable of extracting both the vitality as well as knowledge from considering their usual habitats.

## Fears

1. **The Truth:** That gut wrenching secret that Astrid had kept to themselves is still a threat to their very way of life to this day, a slime even as the case developed possibly stemmed from the young baby that was reconstituted into that ooze so many years ago was still just that, an imposter. No blood ties linked their with the rest of the Hellis family bloodline, and nothing was between their and the deed to the very noble villa which they now inhabits. Each day another grueling memory even if they themselves had felt like part of the family by the end of their brother's life that discomfort is one that will haunt their for the rest of their days. Never knowing, would they have been accepted if they had simply come out and told them, even if they knew the likely answer would have resulted in their own demise living a lie sticks with them.
2. **It's Anger:** After William's death, that sense of family and belong twisted an even sharper knife into that gelatinous gullet of theirs. From all the books they red the slime had never thought that they would fall prey to such emotions, but vengeance was truly a dish best served warm not cold.

## Hobbies

1. **Hunting:** Most enjoy the sport of game, Astrid however has developed new tastes and that is the hunt for men and women who plague this land by pillaging, raping and stealing from those who were more sensible to earn a lawful living.
2. **Calligraphy/Reading:** The key to an elegant lady, as their servants always said was to act, write and dress dignified calligraphy and reading were merely one way of exhibiting such self restraint back when they were a child, an art that is not lost to them. Astrid often wrote of such wonderful terror's in their journal about the tortures they'll teach to those who brought such suffering to the Hellis household.
3. **Drinking:** A recent development that they wish they had learned of way soon in life, not only did it help forget the pain but it also made it far easier to find a restful nice.
4. **Exploring:** As of late, the only way to for her to earn enough money buy more booze was to go on missions that the local villagers and townsfolk could offer.

## Aspirations

What is life without meaning, that is the current problem that is leaving Astrid's life tips across a long chasm while suffering from a painfully obvious alcohol addiction. The family wealth, that isn't locked away out of her reach by the servants is gone and spent so I suppose her aspirations are quite common to those of any drunk. The wishes of this lost soul outside of booze and money though is that which drives so many who lost family members, vengeance. A vengeance that will not be quelled by a simple snap or exploding shrapnel from a 10 mm projectile of lead hurtling forward and tearing through the flesh of those who brought death so many times before to those of her family; no this type is one that eternal torment in some hellish dimension wasn't capable of repaying, this is the type of revenge where you find the way to true immortality for both yourself and your victim and you are the sight the dread day and night entering and leaving your prison cell. Death is far to simple.

## Family

The Hellis Family is into it's fourth generation, a long line of pureblooded Dhampirs who sought nothing but renown for their deeds and actions during the old wars. Many men of the hellis bloodline have a shorter life expectancy then the females, despite the recent trajectory of heirs left behind.

Grandfather: William Hellis the II

Grandmother: Annabelle Hellis

Uncle: Williford Hellis

Aunt: Allice Hellis

Cousin: Abigail Hellis

Father: Walter Hellis the II

Mother: Amelia Hellis

Brother: William Hellis the III

Sister: Astrid Hellis

Slime: Astrid Hellis?