User:Nazora

INTRODUCTION



 * Prefix: Vile Temptress, Vile Tormentor, Mistress
 * Name: Nazora
 * Surname: Bellum
 * House Name: The Twilight
 * Nicknames: Mistress, Onion, 'Zora, Harlot.
 * Eye Color: Aqua
 * Hair Color: White
 * Height: 4' 10"
 * Weight: 112 lbs.
 * Title: 
 * Other Titles: Impostor, Harbinger of Chaos.
 * Race: Succubus (Demon).
 * Class: Intelligence Agent, Torturer, Temptress.
 * Level: 80
 * Health: ---
 * Mana: ---
 * Reaction: Alliance, Horde, Eredar
 * Faction/Affiliation: Sayaad
 * Location: Stormwind
 * Other Major Cities: Silvermoon
 * Homeworld: Unknown
 * Primary Language(s): Eredun (Demonic)
 * Secondary Language(s): Orcish, Thalassian, Common, Draenei (language).
 * Motto: "All the same... all pathetic."

APPEARANCE

 * Nazora appears in a either a female Sin'dorei or Draenei-form.
 * At merely a glance, it's difficult to discern Nazora’s true identity, though her aura is demonic in its nature. Even as a ‘mortal’, Nazora is stunningly beautiful. Her skin, pale cerulean and scored with infintesimal lines of scales is youthful and devoid of any marks or scars. Horns of a similar cerulean hue, appearing at the same time coarse and smooth, roughly hewn but softly glossed like a sculpture, crown her head amid waves of silken hair which gently frames her face.
 * She is robust and healthy, swelling with life and energy, including an unexpected muscularity given her size, and a strength that belies her stature. She is very small for a Draenei, but her body is long and willowy, giving a sense of height. The lines of her figure are lithe; perfectly apportioned, with narrow shoulders, long arms, and longer exquisite legs ending in flawless, evenly polished hooves that seem formed of irridescent cobalt. Her torso is long and slender like her neck, tapering to a bosom in keeping with the rest of her: small, graceful, and perfectly formed. Her abdomen is slender and flat curving to slim hips. Her features are set in perfect harmony, except for large, beautiful eyes, fringed with black lashes. A vertical pupil bisects each aqua-colored iris, rimmed in shimmering rainbow colors, sparkling with a prismatic light of their own, radiating a customary fel green. Her direct gaze is intense and hypnotic.
 * When she speaks, her voice is harmonic and sultry, hinted with dark seduction. Her expression is usually hard to read, given her typically stoic countenance, broken only by a sly smirk and a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
 * A metal collar, imprinted with faintly glowing Eredic runes, hugs tight to her delicate throat.
 * She is adorned in various peircings, including two in her left eyebrow, three in each earlobe, septum, nipples, and navel.
 * Her clothes are often revealing sets of plate or mail, and it is only during battle that she wears protective armour.
 * She is never seen smiling, only smirking, and a laugh is a rarity.

PERSONALITY

 * With a quiet demeanor and normally nonchalant attitude, Nazora tends to keep to herself, avoiding direct confrontation. However, on occasion, she is outspoken, sarcastic, and very opinionated, especially when provoked. Nazora has a short fuse and is prone to fits of extreme jealousy, unbridled wrath, insatiable lust, relentless envy, and excessive greed. When crossed, she becomes vengeful and tends to hold grudges, not freely given to forgiveness. She never accepts "I'm sorry." as an apology.
 * Her remarks are all in good humor, though almost always hinting at some sadistic truth.
 * Like all demons, she enjoys bringing death and misery to the mortal races, and playing cruel games of enticement with them is her forte. Adept at using her natural (and supernatural) charm on those weak of will. She attempts to lure them with a false sense of trust, manipulating them to her advantage.
 * Nazora is devoted to only one person (at a given time). This being, in most cases, her Warlock. She's easily enraged when it comes to her Master.
 * When an opponent threatens her Master directly, she becomes reckless in an effort to secure his safety, even at the risk of her own life. No one else deserves this privilege.
 * She's been known to ignore orders, especially from others and even from her own Master.
 * Nazora has a loathing and trepidation regarding Priests, or anything considered 'Holy'. Yet is it only in Paladins that she finds a strange fascination.

HISTORY

 * Nazora, as all demons, has her genesis in the Twisting Nether. Not much is known of her past there and she refuses to share such information.
 * Nazora is youthful, appearing, as an average (by mortal standards), 20 years old. Her mentality is far older, though her personality seems pinpointed somewhere around a child of only 16 years. Her actual age is unknown, even to her, for the Nether is timeless, and 'age' has no function in that formless plane. It can be guessed, however, that she is at least a few thousand.


 * Nazora, like most succubi, ended up on Azeroth via a Ritual of Summoning by her warlock, Lord Valencynar Shadowheart. Nazora was content to do as her fellow fel kin, but her own agenda and strangely curious nature took precedence. After a short time, she deviated, determinded to fashion herself a mortal form, and with the assistance of her Master and a Mage, conjured a body to her liking. Azeroth was her place of choice, not only because of her Sin'dori form, but because of the Arcane attachment in most areas, giving the place a presumably strong connection to the fel (in her view). Ever observant of her surroundings, Nazora learned to blend in with the populous (for the most part) and kept a keen eye on those that interacted with her. She chose for herself the path of a Paladin, fascinated with their perception of 'holiness' as they served the Light. She quickly determined she could bend the light with her own corruption. “A perfect contradiction.”, she says. Using her powers of temptation she assumed the position of a Blood Knight. Under their strict tutelage, Nazora quickly learned to use the Light harnessed by the Blood Elves, and further corrupted it with fel, bending it into a usable weapon. However, the 'holy' Light caused her much pain in the process of learning to manipulate it and she weakened herself with constant use. Yet, she successfully formed a manner of living that belied her own ability.
 * Of course, it wouldn't be too long before the residents caught on to her deceptions, and even threatened her very existence on this plane by consulting with their elders, striving to convince their members to send her back to the Nether.
 * But Nazora endured. The life in her and the will to remain as she was on this plane had no intention or desire to wilt under the control of mortals.
 * Nazora prefers (for the most part) to be treated with mutual disinterest. Those around her might do as they please amongst themselves, however, once encountered with hostility, she’d make a point that they leave her alone and stay out of her way. It is in her being to oppress the weak, but respect the strong. The world, in her view, was fierce, brutal, bleak, and materialistic. She only acknowledges lordship of the powerful, of superior intelligence and brutal strength. However, that’s not necessarily what she favors.
 * Simple conversation is tolerated and even mere acquaintance is accepted. Nevertheless, ‘friendship’ is inappropriate. In her twisted perception, she’s been known to state:


 * “Demons don’t have friends. Lets see . . . there are only three kinds of people in a demon’s life. One, The Powerful - those who are respected, and, of course, cannot be killed. Two, The Interests - those catching a curiosity long enough to escape death. And, Three, The Dead. Then again, you could include those who escape interest all together and are not even worth the bother of killing . . .  of course, with that much disinterest, it suffices to exclude them. Hn . . .  nay. No ‘friends’.”


 * Despite such beliefs, Nazora learned to accept her place among the mortal populace as they learned to accept her in return.
 * Nazora typically uses personal references to those few whom she considers "aquaintances". It it her only jesture of 'kindness', lending them the ability to refuse even knowning her, given the names are vague.
 * Finding an outlet for her demonic whims was just another task she completed with relative grace and ability.
 * And, it wasn’t long before Nazora struggled to learn something of love. Living as a mortal, ‘softer’ feelings began to impress upon her. ‘Love’ began manifesting itself as a void in her nature and being, influencing strange feelings and uncommon impulses. It began with ‘like’, which had been the highest feeling of tolerance she felt among mortals. She began to become aware of such an evolution, though in her consciousness she knew not what ‘love’ was. Yet, she found herself lacking in demonstration. Nazora was never lavish or foolish with the expression of her love, but instead patient, partaking in a form of worship, an uncommunicative, silent adoration. Though this frequently caused Nazora an awkward self-consciousness as her love struggled to express itself against her inability to express it. This, unfortunately, often induced misleading efforts, and those who were observant of her behavior could draw different conclusions about the exact manner of her relationship.
 * She's found it quite difficult to balance her emotions, seeing as how the things she desires and the way things are, are often at odds.


 * Nazora left Silvermoon and spent time in the Nether. There, she found a way to cross planes. Now, she often walks Stormwind in the form of a female Draenei. With her Master on the other side of the Nether, she constantly fights for her proper possition among the population of the Alliance, holding true to her previous mannerisms.