Illyria the Broken

## History

Born to a feudal world, Illyria would have been in the upper echelons of society given the freedoms to do as she pleased but sadly she was born a from a bastard of a noble family. Despite never knowing the comforts of what was promised to her, she still had an innate drive for something so much more. Instead of the freedom of money and comforts of excess in all of its likeness, she was instead confined to a simple farming community. There she was taught the simplicities of life farming, cooking, and worship in the emperor though he was certainly never was good at them finding them tedious and pointless though through her time she would grow into a hardy young woman.

Illyria's life continued this simple path of wake up, work, sleep for many years. Stuck on the path of a simple peasant girl in a simple peasant life with a slow burning hatred for those who denied her. This simple life continued until her father in a drunken stupor one night spoke far to openly about his true past. Stricken by grief of her future that could have been, she struck out into the nobleman's land and pledged to get what was rightfully hers. Months she spent infiltrating the nobles court, posing as a daughter of a presumably out of reach nobleman of lesser stature, seducing her way to the courts good graces.
She spent much of her time climbing the metaphorical ladder of nobility until her world was hit by a Dark Eldar raiding party. Despite her attempts to resist and plead for the local lords to come to her and her families aid, she found no warmness from those whom she had befriend. The whole family was and dragged upon an Eldar ship and summarily tested on, ripped apart by blood-lusting Eldar and pumped full of chemicals for the hell of it seemingly. Her mother was the first to "fail" at the tests while her father and her brother would survive for weeks under their prodding. Her father was the next to "Die" though in a more spiritual sense, turning to a raving beast though he was dragged off through the unknown hallways. She and her where quickly separated after that though to what happened to him, Illyria would not know.

After what would seem like months locked in that damn hull, with the routine tortures seemingly slowing more and more as her captors tired of her screaming, Illyria would start hearing whispers in her mind. Promises of freedom, power, strength, knowledge, and pleasures that could only tempt the minds of mortals, temptations that seemed to constantly come with a single price of spreading chaos. She knew who the temptations were from though she did not know why they would give her the things but who could understand their will. One day, she listened to the whispers rather than drowning them out, taking them and bargaining with them eventually to accept them. As she did so her body was filled with chaotic energy and she was whisked away only to fall into the new lands.

## Appearance

In her reincarnated form, Illyria is coated constantly in the finest of fabrics which she hand sews into macabre dresses. Many of the scars which she holds from her past coat her body like paint would a fabric, but all but one is hidden behind the elaborate dresses. The defining scar, the one that started it all, the mark of her greatest betrayal in which her heart was pierced and remade

## Personality

Behind the eyes lies the soul, it is a common statement that anyone could hope to make, but behind these eyes lies the pure consuming void. Uncaring and aloof, Illyria doesn't seem to desire the company of any who would seek such a privilege. Those who surround her are seen as one of two things, interesting or disposable. To those who earn her favor, she seems to care for and nurture to the best of her abilities. Offering the same luxuries and fineries that she placates herself with in the current moment. This fortune isn't permanent though, and with a single misplaced syllable those whom she find interesting can easily become as meddlesome as the trash roaming the street.

## Loves

Illyria is truly a hedonist in both form and desire, any new circumstance which she has not once partook in is a desirable out come. Whether is be a risky proposition or a new drug with unknown circumstances behind it, she would embrace such an interesting option without hesitation. In truth, this comes from a desire to be placated for decades of hedonistic joy has left her jaded and bored of anything and everything that laid in front of her. Her "love" for anything has been melted away by overconsumption so that even the most base of instincts are merely just afterthoughts.

## Hates

So many things in the world are just revolting to one who has tried everything, but a few certain things have drawn ire of Illyria over others. The most particular thing would be rotten food that has long since past its prime. This food is an anathema to her, for it represents the natural spoilage of all life and decay into death. The second most hated thing that Illyria

## Hobbies

Anything and everything can be a hobby if you can glean enough enjoyment. This is something that Illyria takes to the extreme, being able to find enjoyment in the most simplest of tasks or even the most asinine. Illyria finds a particular enjoyment in the creation of magical dress and dresses, finding the task of creation equal with the reward of a work to be soon defiled. She also enjoys the company of a diverse group of people, taking pleasure in learning the experiences and travels of those she chats with.

## Family

Illyria's family has long since passed to the sands of time and thus any family she once held is simply a glean in her eye. One which she eagerly hopes to replace with time for a newer and more perfected model. Should she find someone who meets her *very* high standards, such a thing might be able to truly blossom. Though for the foreseeable future, no such occurrence will be happening.

## Enemies

No one has crossed her to earn her ire... yet.

## Aspirations

Illyria's aspirations are simple at the current moment, grow and expand her influence over mortal life until it slips over into the affairs of the eternal life. Once such an event has occurred, she hopes to place a lovely play for all to witness. After such an occurrence, not even she knows where her whims will shift her to, maybe somewhere tropical and filled with lovely sunshine. Or the dark and dreary, filled with violence.