Alzbêta Dêpráysìê-Ráthmôrê

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-::Name::- Alzbêta Dêpráysìê-Ráthmôrê -::Styled::- Archduchess -::Race::- Human -::Age::- Thirty-Two -::Gender::- Female -::Trade::- Annulment Advocate, Break-Up Barrister, Severance Solicitor -::Calling::- Hellknight -::Affiliation::- Order of the Godclaw -::House Motto::- Obedience or Oblivion -::House Heraldry::- Heraldic device depicting a quartered shield crested by flaring banners. The center dominated by a black serpent vertically coiled about two crossed, downward-pointing swords. Archduchess Alzbêta Dêpráysìê-Ráthmôrê was a mouthful, in more ways than in name. Haughty arrogance flooded her visage, an unfortunately pleasant one, and also her main assent to vanity with its unblemished, fair and silky skin, aqualine nose, and perfect lips that often held a faint, caustic smile. Straight, ash-blonde hair reached her shoulders, and olive eyes fringed by heavy, dark lashes, revealed nothing of the woman's thoughts or intentions, save but impart the feeling of being harshly judged, and the onlooker most often found severely lacking. Alzbêta, or Bêta to only the most intimate of relations, was not an incredibly tall woman by any stretch of the imagination, but what she lacked in height, she made up for in presence, assertion and raw sensuality. A dignified woman of clear noble stock, of arms and command, her very demeanor demanded deference and respect. Confidence resonated in each stride when she walked, intensified by the clack of metal sabatons upon her feet that heralded her approach. With a statuesque build and a trim waist that flared out into childbearing hips, her ravishing hourglass shape, emphasized by metal tassets, and the carefully crafted breastplate that could barely keep her ample bossom confined, would combined have lent her a motherly air. But with the armor, the blade, and the obvious pride she took in whatever station she held, and never neglectful of her attire - even gauntlets and spaulders well-maintained at all times, that maternal countenance was easily dismissed. Certainly, when she spoke, her voice was, at most times, not one of nurturing compassion. The sense of intimidating authority surrounding the noblewoman would become more prominent, and to some, her word would become law; each phrase a tenacious edict to be carried out or followed meticulously and without delay. -- "Apologies, husband, you were supposed to be asleep. A kindness, really, but now that you've caught me, you should probably get on with it. Oh, you haven't done this before, have you? It's okay. Just breathe, I'll take you through it. Right now, your heart feels like it's swollen. It's beating so fast you're worried it might burst right through your chest. Your body's weighted, like you've been welded to the spot you stand on and your hands are sweating. Trembling. And you don't know if you'll be able to hold on to that thing much longer, let alone let it slide into my flesh. But all of this is perfectly normal because, you see, everything in your body is telling you to fight this. Killing someone close to heart is the most difficult thing in the world, which is why when you actually do it, there's nothing more exhilarating. You played a god. And it makes you feel powerful. Invincible. That feeling doesn't last. How I know this? You were hardly my first. Don't look so surprised. Soon you realize that even if you get away with it, you'll never really get away with it. No, you think you'll walk away from something like this unscathed, but it's impossible. It all clings to you. The mess you made of him, the scars you placed on him, the blood you bathed him in. It all sticks to you. And it stains you. But do this, and it won't be the last time you see my face. You'll see me, first thing in the morning, last thing at night, and I'll be with you while you dream. You end my life, and I promise, I will invade yours. What's that, pet? You've had a change of heart? Most excellent. Now slit your throat and let guilt of murderous attempt on loving wife spill free. ... Good boy." ~ The last words Archduke Ráthmôrê's new wife, Alzbêta Dêpráysìê, spoke to him before his apparently self-inflicted death.
Player:	Gethsemane
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Human