Drizella Tremaine

**Drizella Tremaine** is a Fleshwarp Cleric of the Nightmare Domain.

## Description

### Appearance

Drizella is rarely seen. Her skin is pale and stretches so tightly over her skeleton that the muscles and organs are visible beneath it's translucent restraint. Her eyes are deeply sunken into their dark sockets and although green seem to emanate a sickly yellow glow. She is tall and thin and walks with a bowed back from keeping her head bowed toward the ground.

### Personality and alignment

She is bitter and withdrawn. She seems short and keeps her own counsel. She is not truly evil, but also not averse to evil actions to keep people from prying too closely.

### Religion

Drizella is a cloistered cleric. She has sought refuge and guidance from The Faceless Soldier who embodied the violence and revenge that consumes her waking thoughts and nightmares.

## Skills and traits

She is skilled in survival, deception and intimidation. She uses lore about herbs to make medicines, but is rarely seen to heal.

### Languages

Common
Necril

### Armour/Clothing

Drizella wears plain leather armour under a heavy floor length cloak with a deep hood. She is rarely seen without it, even in Summer.

## Relationships

### Family

Drizella is the daughter of Lady tremaine and sister to Anastasia Tremaine

### Allies

She has no allies but continues to speak with her mother and sister on occasion. She is hoping to ally with the Medicasters in order to reenter society under their guise.

### Enemies

Cinderella
The Faerie Godmother

## History

Drizella grew up in Quillwilde with her mother and sister. Her father died when she was very young and it had always been the three of them. Food was scarce and life was poor. Lady tremaine held onto their once noble standing, hoping one day for better things for her daughters.

She saw opportunity in an elven man, recently bereaved and his young daughter, Cinderella.

She provided them a home, and him comfort and respite from his grief.

Drizella resented Cinderella, who was beautiful and had not the skin or hair of someone whose riches had been spent long ago. She walked with the grace and nobility that had not yet bowed to working for pennies in the fields.

Lady Tremaine gradually used the money and her new husband to work her way back into local society and to build the opportunity to present her girls a better future.

Cinderella wanted to be there too, that was too much for the sisters. She had not worked or suffered. Her time could wait.

Cinderella made contact with a Fey traveller who promised her the world. She made all appear outside as they are within.

Cinderella became a vision of purity and light.

Drizella - an embittered, twisted, broken soul became nightmare wrought in flesh.

She ran from the palace where she was hoping to find a brighter future to the horrified shouts of the crowd and the echoing laughter of the Fey.

Since that time she has been hiding, far from civilization. Nurturing her bitterness and self loathing. After nearly a year of dedication to the living nightmares she has begun to move. A plan to rejoin society. To use the heavy shielding of the Medicasters to pass unnoticed and then to exact her revenge upon the Fey who did this to her.

This mind is full of

Misery,

Distress,

Mutilation,

And Torture.

A mind that was once

beautiful and bright,

Now dark and tortured.

A heart that was once kind and whole,

Now dark and shattered.

Shattered with a slim possibility

of finding the pieces.

Each clear shard is a memory,

a piece of my love,

my kindness.

Each shard stained with my blood,

my pain and sorrow.

This mind and heart are almost

Irreparable.

What seem to be separate physically,

are what is working together for a common goal.

The common goal of my pain, misery and distress.

This misery of mind and heart have overwhelmed this feeble mind.

The sense of security seems to have disappeared

To another dimension.

I am starting to become numb to the world I once knew and loved.

Will I ever to be able to fill in the emptiness inside me?

Or will this darkness consume the last little bit of myself,

The last piece of myself I have hung onto forever?

*Yuki Hurigashi*