Ministra
The Magical Ministra Mystery
The Magical Ministra Mystery
About
Race: Medonian Elf / Vampire
Age: 236 eras as of Era XXVI/232 eras at time of death
Aliases: Ashren Ba’salor, Lady Ministra of Norfolk, Mini Poppins
Death counter: 2
1. Theodallion choked her to death in order to turn her into a vampire. (link unavailable)
2. Body got eaten by wolves while her consciousness was inside the Magical Mister. (link)
Physical Description:
Ministra is 5'2. A slightly curved hip gives way to a nicely shaped stomach. Her lips are full and scarlet in color. Behind her lips hide a set of perfect white teeth. High cheekbones accentuate her face and give her a somewhat regal air. Her eyes are a brilliant blue. Her hair is a mahogany brown and falls past her shoulders in waves. On the right side, is a grey streak which she received after a harrowing unbinding experience.
Personality:
Impulsive by nature, Ministra usually acts before she thinks. Whatever the consequences of her actions, she is slow to take responsibility for them. Thinking instead that others should have just allowed her to have her way. Her moods change quicker than the tides; flowing from breezy to rage in an instant.
She is forever on the quest for something fun. Her long life has led her to believe that there is nothing that matters more than enjoying one's own self.
Her selfishness and vanity has oftentimes caused her great pain. That, coupled with her inability to admit any wrong doing on her part, has led to a lifetime of loneliness. She can rarely see beyond the exact moment in which she is living. Nothing matters to her except the here and now. The future is too far to see, and the past cannot be changed.
Now faced with eternal life, Mini's personality has tempered somewhat. She is much more in control of her emotions and prefers to take a step a back and observe before taking any action. That's not always the case though. When are the correct people, she often slips back into who she was when alive, and can be maliciously fun.
Citizens of Aelyria's Thoughts
Pre-RP History
Ministra was born to her parents Minat and Sayistra. Her name came about as a combination of her parent’s. She was an only child and as a result was spoiled rotten. Her family was among the wealthy of the city. She can remember playing with the other children of the town and flaunting her new toys to them.
Even as a young child, Ministra had an eye and a mind for disaster. She loved nothing more than to wreak havoc on people, and her parents encouraged it. She used to write the incidents down in journals, and her parents would delight in hearing her tales.
When Min was seventy, her parents died. They both had been depressed for a long time. Minat, her father, had been an artist. All his work for the past few patterns had been riddled with dark themes and desires. His last painting had been of a male elf. The elf was sitting on a cold, hard slab of stone and lightening could be seen in the background. In his lower right abdomen was a dagger. Fresh blood flowed from the wound and the elf’s hands were raised up to the sky in exhalation. He wore a smile on his tear-stained face. It appeared as if the elf had stuck the dagger there himself. It was an impressionist style painting.
Her mother, Sayistra, had also been an artist. But what her father did with paints, her mother did with words. Sayistra was a poet. Her last poem had said
About
Race: Medonian Elf / VampireAge: 236 eras as of Era XXVI/232 eras at time of death
Aliases: Ashren Ba’salor, Lady Ministra of Norfolk, Mini Poppins
Death counter: 2
1. Theodallion choked her to death in order to turn her into a vampire. (link unavailable)
2. Body got eaten by wolves while her consciousness was inside the Magical Mister. (link)
Physical Description:
Ministra is 5'2. A slightly curved hip gives way to a nicely shaped stomach. Her lips are full and scarlet in color. Behind her lips hide a set of perfect white teeth. High cheekbones accentuate her face and give her a somewhat regal air. Her eyes are a brilliant blue. Her hair is a mahogany brown and falls past her shoulders in waves. On the right side, is a grey streak which she received after a harrowing unbinding experience.
Personality:
Impulsive by nature, Ministra usually acts before she thinks. Whatever the consequences of her actions, she is slow to take responsibility for them. Thinking instead that others should have just allowed her to have her way. Her moods change quicker than the tides; flowing from breezy to rage in an instant.
She is forever on the quest for something fun. Her long life has led her to believe that there is nothing that matters more than enjoying one's own self.
Her selfishness and vanity has oftentimes caused her great pain. That, coupled with her inability to admit any wrong doing on her part, has led to a lifetime of loneliness. She can rarely see beyond the exact moment in which she is living. Nothing matters to her except the here and now. The future is too far to see, and the past cannot be changed.
Now faced with eternal life, Mini's personality has tempered somewhat. She is much more in control of her emotions and prefers to take a step a back and observe before taking any action. That's not always the case though. When are the correct people, she often slips back into who she was when alive, and can be maliciously fun.
Citizens of Aelyria's Thoughts
Ministra's habit of smiling for no immediately discernable reason was beginning to make him nervous. --Mordeneb Ashcliff
Ministra was more seductive in appearance than any woman he had seen. --Constable at the Tirisfal Gaol
My...what a terrible excuse for a Smoothskin. --Ormand Tengear
She must not be that smart, to say those words in elf, around an elf. I thought that they would of hired smarter people. --Leria Tengear
Finally, someone who has little respect for a tight grip. It was about time I met someone like this. I was begining to get bored..." --Phorkias
She was a mystery wraped up in an enigma surrounded by a conundrum. --Palacrisis D Jones
She was beautiful, but her eyes were hard, and cold. They were eyes that were hungry for power. --Gavyn Lihadd
Well, this elf had certainly proved her immaturity. --Darian
And I plan on watching that Ministra for a while. --Leria Tengear
Kiarin decided to keep his eye on her if he should run across her again. --Kiarin 'Ip Panthar
I had planed to do just that. Keep an eye on her I mean. --Gotex
You might want to keep an eye on her if she comes back. --Mordeneb Ashcliff
Slap her around a bit, that's what she needed. --Ariel Longwing
Then on the other hand, he still had the most attractive young elven woman close to him, a sensation he would have to admit to most thouroughly enjoying. --Dimnersti
He knew that her emotions were paramount and her feelings dictated her actions. --Palacrisis D Jones
I believe that you are a wolf in a sea of sheep. --Gotex
Ministra walked talked and exuded a sex appeal that was a dynamic of her being. There was nothing contrived nothing false, she was sheer raw attraction. --Palacrisis D Jones
You, Ministra, are a wild mare running free on the planes. A spirited and beauteous prize to be won. But I haven’t the power to tame you. --Ranen
Shes the sexiest evil creature in all of Telath!! --Brito Kognas (OOC board)
Soft handshake, a little irritability, but an astounding sense of observation. She certainly knows what she wants and how to get things done her way! --Andrea Marsilia
Why milady, if we have the ability to deliver news through futuristic means of broadcasting like TV, you are perfect as the main newscaster! --Blackcain
She had a mercurial temperament. --Calanon
He had always found elven women to have a surreal sort of the beauty - the type that intimidated even him on too frequent an occasion. This one, though, had something more to her he couldn't place... a manner beyond the beauty that commanded one's attention. -- Adynirach Thorne
If you are dangerous, just make sure I die staring into those eyes of yours. --Rafael LeBeau
You make me happy Ministra, so I'm willing to overlook any and all of your flaws if it means being close to you. --Rafael LeBeau
Frankly calling her an "just above average on the morality scale" girl would probably be slander of the rankest sort.
Ah, lirimaer, one has only to look at you to know your future. A divine beauty destined to overshadow even the greatest of beings. --Theodallion (as Eilreth)
Ministra was more seductive in appearance than any woman he had seen. --Constable at the Tirisfal Gaol
My...what a terrible excuse for a Smoothskin. --Ormand Tengear
She must not be that smart, to say those words in elf, around an elf. I thought that they would of hired smarter people. --Leria Tengear
Finally, someone who has little respect for a tight grip. It was about time I met someone like this. I was begining to get bored..." --Phorkias
She was a mystery wraped up in an enigma surrounded by a conundrum. --Palacrisis D Jones
She was beautiful, but her eyes were hard, and cold. They were eyes that were hungry for power. --Gavyn Lihadd
Well, this elf had certainly proved her immaturity. --Darian
And I plan on watching that Ministra for a while. --Leria Tengear
Kiarin decided to keep his eye on her if he should run across her again. --Kiarin 'Ip Panthar
I had planed to do just that. Keep an eye on her I mean. --Gotex
You might want to keep an eye on her if she comes back. --Mordeneb Ashcliff
Slap her around a bit, that's what she needed. --Ariel Longwing
Then on the other hand, he still had the most attractive young elven woman close to him, a sensation he would have to admit to most thouroughly enjoying. --Dimnersti
He knew that her emotions were paramount and her feelings dictated her actions. --Palacrisis D Jones
I believe that you are a wolf in a sea of sheep. --Gotex
Ministra walked talked and exuded a sex appeal that was a dynamic of her being. There was nothing contrived nothing false, she was sheer raw attraction. --Palacrisis D Jones
You, Ministra, are a wild mare running free on the planes. A spirited and beauteous prize to be won. But I haven’t the power to tame you. --Ranen
Shes the sexiest evil creature in all of Telath!! --Brito Kognas (OOC board)
Soft handshake, a little irritability, but an astounding sense of observation. She certainly knows what she wants and how to get things done her way! --Andrea Marsilia
Why milady, if we have the ability to deliver news through futuristic means of broadcasting like TV, you are perfect as the main newscaster! --Blackcain
She had a mercurial temperament. --Calanon
He had always found elven women to have a surreal sort of the beauty - the type that intimidated even him on too frequent an occasion. This one, though, had something more to her he couldn't place... a manner beyond the beauty that commanded one's attention. -- Adynirach Thorne
If you are dangerous, just make sure I die staring into those eyes of yours. --Rafael LeBeau
You make me happy Ministra, so I'm willing to overlook any and all of your flaws if it means being close to you. --Rafael LeBeau
Frankly calling her an "just above average on the morality scale" girl would probably be slander of the rankest sort.
Ah, lirimaer, one has only to look at you to know your future. A divine beauty destined to overshadow even the greatest of beings. --Theodallion (as Eilreth)
Pre-RP History
Ministra was born to her parents Minat and Sayistra. Her name came about as a combination of her parent’s. She was an only child and as a result was spoiled rotten. Her family was among the wealthy of the city. She can remember playing with the other children of the town and flaunting her new toys to them.
Even as a young child, Ministra had an eye and a mind for disaster. She loved nothing more than to wreak havoc on people, and her parents encouraged it. She used to write the incidents down in journals, and her parents would delight in hearing her tales.
When Min was seventy, her parents died. They both had been depressed for a long time. Minat, her father, had been an artist. All his work for the past few patterns had been riddled with dark themes and desires. His last painting had been of a male elf. The elf was sitting on a cold, hard slab of stone and lightening could be seen in the background. In his lower right abdomen was a dagger. Fresh blood flowed from the wound and the elf’s hands were raised up to the sky in exhalation. He wore a smile on his tear-stained face. It appeared as if the elf had stuck the dagger there himself. It was an impressionist style painting.
Her mother, Sayistra, had also been an artist. But what her father did with paints, her mother did with words. Sayistra was a poet. Her last poem had said
It was pretty clear to anyone who cared to notice that her parents were no longer happy people. They satiated Ministras hunger for material possessions, but they could never satiate their own hunger for spiritual enlightenment. On their wedding anniversary, they both killed themselves. Ministra found them in bed together; two daggers, two stab wounds, two bodies, one orphan.
That was it, the elf was scarred. She had seen her parent’s dull, lifeless bodies. Her world had been torn away from her. Immediately she was thrown onto the streets. Nothing. Until Hynd caught wind of the ordeal. Hynd was a tall Vysstichi, but he had all the looks of a Moriquendi. He had the whole government fooled as to his true patronage. He took the young elf in and continued to raise her and teach her.
Ministra’s shrewd mind and ability to come up with invaluable schemes caused Hynd to appoint her as his chief advisor. She was merely seventy-five when this appointment took place. The people of the town gossiped about this. She must have been sleeping with him for him to have appointed her to such an important position. She couldn’t have earned th
e position, oh no, that was quite unfeasible. But the truth was she had earned the position. Hynd never laid a hand on her. He became a father to her. He taught her everything he knew, most importantly he led her down the path of Chaos.
During this time, the elf had many men come to her bed. One such man went by the name of Ralyir. Ralyir had been a handsome elf. He and Ministra were together for a period of ten patterns. One would think they were very serious about each other. Not so. Ministra could never find herself being exclusive to just one man. There were too many in the world to stick with only one. Of course Ralyir knew this when he got into the relationship with her. But she had made it quite clear that he was not to see anyone else. One night, he broke that promise. And to his dismay, Ministra found out about it.
She rushed into the room and found Ralyir in the act with some harlot from the local brothel. Instead of flying into a rage she stayed calm and simply watched. Keeping her eyes on the couple in the bed, she walked over to the fireplace and picked up the metal poker. Metal doesn’t take too long to heat up. She stuck the poker in the fire and waited for it to glow red. Ralyir and the girl still did not notice Ministra in the room. Taking the heated rod, she climbed onto the bed, smiling. The flat side of the poker was then laid into his back. He had been branded. Ralyir screamed with a mixture of pain and surprise at being caught. The young girl in the bed flew out the door without bothering to pick up her clothes.
Ralyir tried to explain himself, but Ministra would have none of it. Smiling wickedly through the whole ordeal, she laid the elf down on his back and climbed on top of him. He must have thought he was being forgiven, because Ralyir started to smile too. This made Min’s grin grow even broader. She reached her hand down and slit his throat.
Ministra and Hynd planned massacres and other projects in the name of Jalat. Since Hynd had such an important role in the government he had many resources at his beck and call. But one day, Hynd was too cocky. He was found out. Subsequently, him and all his staff were sentenced to be executed. Because of his love for Ministra, Hynd turned from Death and sought out a Dianite Temple to save Ministra and erase all memory she had of him and Jalat. They did so and Ministra somehow escaped from the city. But all her memory of anything even remotely linked to Jalat had disappeared, she was 118.
For two patterns, Ministra wandered around as an elf scared and confused about her past. Nothing noteworthy happened during that time. It wasn’t until she had turned 120 that her memory started to return. It came slowly, but once she arrived in the necromantic city of Vortex, it all came flooding back. Finally, some semblance of the old Ministra returned. She was ruthless and cruel once again. Her quest for power and revenge had begun.
RP History
-Lived in Alleria Prime
-Became obsessed with the AFCL fighters
-Moved to Tirisfal
-Became a reporter for the local newspaper
-Fell in love with the thane, Palacrisis
-Ensured the aedile, Darian had daily headaches
-Murdered Senarus
-Unleashed hallucinogenic toads on a garden party
-Unwilling to commit to the thane
-Moved to Vortex
-Dedicated her life to Jalat
-Became a necromancer
-Kill, kill, kill
-Hung out in Port Alyxandrya for a while
-Fell in love with a rogue, Adynirach
-Tried to be good
-Went on vacation in Ziel Aerca
-Broke up with the rogue
-Felt really bad
-Felt better after killing again
-Met Death, Etienne
-Happy fun sexy kill times
-Fell in love with a rake, Rafael LeBou
-Mayhem
-Desecrated a church
-Got turned into a vampire
-Even happier fun sexy kill times
-Unbound in mysticism (now a hedgemage)
-Believes herself to be a goddess
-Killed a little too much and had Wanted posters put up of her and Death
-Lay low in Ziel Aerca, leaving everyone else behind
-Became friends with Sliucha
-Got sent off on an ambassador mission
-Got bored and disappeared again
-Encountered the Magical Mister and melded with his mind
-Became self aware
Training
L3 Hedgemage (Necromancy/Mysticism) 15Exp | Adept
∎∎ ∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎
L2 Dagger, Short Blade [Bladed Weapons] 6 Exp | Veteran
∎∎ ∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎
L1 Unarmed Combat 3 Exp | Basic
∎∎ ∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎
Material Points: +1 +1 +1 +2 +1
Lore:
Lockpicking
That was it, the elf was scarred. She had seen her parent’s dull, lifeless bodies. Her world had been torn away from her. Immediately she was thrown onto the streets. Nothing. Until Hynd caught wind of the ordeal. Hynd was a tall Vysstichi, but he had all the looks of a Moriquendi. He had the whole government fooled as to his true patronage. He took the young elf in and continued to raise her and teach her.
Ministra’s shrewd mind and ability to come up with invaluable schemes caused Hynd to appoint her as his chief advisor. She was merely seventy-five when this appointment took place. The people of the town gossiped about this. She must have been sleeping with him for him to have appointed her to such an important position. She couldn’t have earned th
e position, oh no, that was quite unfeasible. But the truth was she had earned the position. Hynd never laid a hand on her. He became a father to her. He taught her everything he knew, most importantly he led her down the path of Chaos.During this time, the elf had many men come to her bed. One such man went by the name of Ralyir. Ralyir had been a handsome elf. He and Ministra were together for a period of ten patterns. One would think they were very serious about each other. Not so. Ministra could never find herself being exclusive to just one man. There were too many in the world to stick with only one. Of course Ralyir knew this when he got into the relationship with her. But she had made it quite clear that he was not to see anyone else. One night, he broke that promise. And to his dismay, Ministra found out about it.
She rushed into the room and found Ralyir in the act with some harlot from the local brothel. Instead of flying into a rage she stayed calm and simply watched. Keeping her eyes on the couple in the bed, she walked over to the fireplace and picked up the metal poker. Metal doesn’t take too long to heat up. She stuck the poker in the fire and waited for it to glow red. Ralyir and the girl still did not notice Ministra in the room. Taking the heated rod, she climbed onto the bed, smiling. The flat side of the poker was then laid into his back. He had been branded. Ralyir screamed with a mixture of pain and surprise at being caught. The young girl in the bed flew out the door without bothering to pick up her clothes.
Ralyir tried to explain himself, but Ministra would have none of it. Smiling wickedly through the whole ordeal, she laid the elf down on his back and climbed on top of him. He must have thought he was being forgiven, because Ralyir started to smile too. This made Min’s grin grow even broader. She reached her hand down and slit his throat.
Ministra and Hynd planned massacres and other projects in the name of Jalat. Since Hynd had such an important role in the government he had many resources at his beck and call. But one day, Hynd was too cocky. He was found out. Subsequently, him and all his staff were sentenced to be executed. Because of his love for Ministra, Hynd turned from Death and sought out a Dianite Temple to save Ministra and erase all memory she had of him and Jalat. They did so and Ministra somehow escaped from the city. But all her memory of anything even remotely linked to Jalat had disappeared, she was 118.
For two patterns, Ministra wandered around as an elf scared and confused about her past. Nothing noteworthy happened during that time. It wasn’t until she had turned 120 that her memory started to return. It came slowly, but once she arrived in the necromantic city of Vortex, it all came flooding back. Finally, some semblance of the old Ministra returned. She was ruthless and cruel once again. Her quest for power and revenge had begun.
RP History
-Lived in Alleria Prime
-Became obsessed with the AFCL fighters
-Moved to Tirisfal
-Became a reporter for the local newspaper
-Fell in love with the thane, Palacrisis
-Ensured the aedile, Darian had daily headaches
-Murdered Senarus
-Unleashed hallucinogenic toads on a garden party
-Unwilling to commit to the thane
-Moved to Vortex
-Dedicated her life to Jalat
-Became a necromancer
-Kill, kill, kill
-Hung out in Port Alyxandrya for a while
-Fell in love with a rogue, Adynirach
-Tried to be good
-Went on vacation in Ziel Aerca
-Broke up with the rogue
-Felt really bad
-Felt better after killing again
-Met Death, Etienne
-Happy fun sexy kill times
-Fell in love with a rake, Rafael LeBou
-Mayhem
-Desecrated a church
-Got turned into a vampire
-Even happier fun sexy kill times
-Unbound in mysticism (now a hedgemage)
-Believes herself to be a goddess
-Killed a little too much and had Wanted posters put up of her and Death
-Lay low in Ziel Aerca, leaving everyone else behind
-Became friends with Sliucha
-Got sent off on an ambassador mission
-Got bored and disappeared again
-Encountered the Magical Mister and melded with his mind
-Became self aware
Training
L3 Hedgemage (Necromancy/Mysticism) 15Exp | Adept
∎∎ ∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎
L2 Dagger, Short Blade [Bladed Weapons] 6 Exp | Veteran
∎∎ ∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎
L1 Unarmed Combat 3 Exp | Basic
∎∎ ∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎
Material Points: +1 +1 +1 +2 +1
Lore:
Lockpicking
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