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Deception's Marionette

"When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, and sails rejoicing in the flood of Death"




Name: EvaLynn Nightmoon Marionette
Age: Endless, Eternal
Gender: Female
Race: D'Anli Ancient
Place of Birth: Daouronel, D'Anli Homeworld
Choice of Weapons: -Unknown-
Occupation: Guardian/Creator/Sadist
Char Created: January 12, 1999



Apperance:- Tendrils of crimson stark against flesh of a gentled pale shade. Her height near six foot, form accompanying it curvacious and proportioned to supprt the power behind such a magnificent creature. Her figure is perfection in it's lack of flaws, though she is not a skinny thing, or fragile in any apperance. Eyes of emerald reveal her inner thoughts to those with the intellect and capability to read them. But few know of her race...leaving her with that other advantage. -

Brief History:- Her history is a long one. Once sister to Zoe Nightmoon in the days of old. Now after centuries asleep and at rest she has arisen again. Her life extensive before her rest; a mix of relationships lost, friendships broken, and lovers seduced, or destroyed. She is older now...as she was old then. But in the aging of her race was still but a teenager. Now, in what would be the mid twenties to her race, her age is almost countless. She returns fully aware of her past to make remedy to what she was...and to become what, perhaps, she was always meant to be -



Recent News:- That one, at least for now, is simple. Reborn to the catacombs beneath her old home. Deciding to write the life of her race, perhaps for others to read should her race ever be truly lost. -


- The Text of Ancients -
history of the race


- Power Unbridled -
traits of the race



O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
to drown the throat of war! - When the senses
are shaken, and the soul id driven to madness,
who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
when the whirlwind of fury comes from the
throne of GOd, when the frowns of his countenance
drive the nations together, who can stand?
when Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
and sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
when souls are torn to everlasting fire.
and fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
o who can stand? O who bath caused this?
o who can answer at the throne of God?
the Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

By. William Blake