Blazen was born into her mortal world the only child of an aristocratic  family at the height of the Roman Empire in 112AD.  Here, in an ancient civilazation enjoying rare peace and prosperity under the rule of Emporers Trajan and Hadrian...she was named Hayvena Severa, she was the light and joy of her family.   Having a wealthy father serving to the magistration, she enjoyed great priviledges of education and literacy unusual for women in those times, as her father lacked the son he had hoped for and intended those attentions towards his

daughter.

Wandering from the festivites of a week of games in the city, she came upon a woman in the market, selling intricate beads and jeweled hairpins.  Always appreciative of the art and beauty among the works of others...she was drawn into the tent of this woman

     After that, she travelled with the woman, known as Crimson,  in circles of aristocracy and endless festivites...exploring all the mediterrain and it's luxuries, arts, education, philosophies.  The sciences of Galen and Gallileo, the conquests and defeats of warring within successions of empires and religions following the fall of Rome.  But she was not the only one.  Entwined with everyday life was a deeper, darker world.  Of creatures unimagined to the human spirit, who walked undetected among humankind.  Those like her with the lust for blood and adventure....those who learned to thrive

off the kill, needing humanity not only for livelihood, but as entertainment and amusement.  She flourished in this new life...craddled within the security of a family founded upon the bonds of a sect of woman calling themselves "The sisterhood" who were reverred by most...feared by some...and wanted by all.  She was renamed "Blazen" in circumspect to her firey mane of hair and her temperment.  It suited her well, and all came to know her as such.

     Blazen came to love each and every one of them despite strife and betrayal, through the tumults of history in the Dark Ages and ensuing medievil culture.  Feircely she defended and honored her sisters, and by the fear of gods should one run for their lives, when crossing her in this matter.  Although some have left her realm or disappeared to persue their own lives...Blazen still holds her sisters close to this day.
 

She has had her share of loves in her time....although none so as haunting as her last.  She met her beloved Ckthonick whilst riding in the woods one night to enjoy a frolick among the dark underground.  Coming from the courts of Elizabeth I, she was exhilarated and carefree riding with abondon and without caution, wild hair flowing free from it's constraints as the fashion of the day demanded.  When her horse skitted and flung her from it's back...frightened by an innate sense of self preservation to flee in a return to safer stables, she was thrown from it's back.

Vexed....she sat among a puddle of mudded waters from the recent rains to curse her horse in a most unladylike fashion, her colorful words halted as she was plucked uncerimiously into the lap of a large stranger upon a steed of demon red eyes.  Yet meeting the amber eyes of her rescuer, she knew not the threat of her foolish mare, just a solid sense of calm as they wordlessly rode the rest of the way to the place of meeting for those creatures of the night.  Taking her back into the streets of Old London, he told her that he had been sent by her sister to retrive her among her nocturnal flights as she was unforgivingly late and many worried as to her absence.
 

From that day forth Ckthonick and Blazen were drawn to one another with such a force it could not be denied.  His was the nature of the Dark Angel, and it was mysterious and enigmatic in comparison to hers.  Ckthonick himself was just as impressive in appearance, beholding sharp amber eyes, leathery wings the length of a tavern room to support his size, and talons deadly .enough to protect him and those he considered his own.  Thiers was the embodiment of love that any seek lifetimes for.  True soulmates in every way although

     But alas...as in nature what lives must also die....for their union was to be cut short unexpectedly.  Ckthonick prepared to ride off one night in summons from help by his brother to protect family lands more than a weeks journey away.  Kissing the nectar upon  her lips and threading strands of ruby hair glistening in firelight

thru his fingers,  he promised to return promptly...as he always did on such journies.  And suspecting no danger she loved him fully that night, before the mantle, before he crept from her warmth to ride off, gone in the morning light when she awoke.  But he never came back.  Ever.  Years she spent overcome in anguish, refusing to leave the home they had made despite the desperate pleadings from her family, afraid to leave should he return.

      When the years came and went...turned into eons...and the house crumbled with age around her....she finally allowed herself to travel her own path once again....as she did before.  And this is where she is to this day.
 

Over time she has blossomed into a woman of confidence and self-suffinciency.  Her manner is aloof at times...showing the characteristics of her aristocratic ancestry.  Most who are allowed close to her have proven their worth in some ways, her trust a reward for earnedness.  The years have hardened her innocence somewhat...and she is suspicious in nature.  Yet past the hot exterior lays a creature with a tender heart, and a loyaly unsurpassed in its bounds.  To cross her is to fear her.  To know her is to love her.

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