Liandry Vandesdelca

Name: Liandry Vandesdelca

Epithet: The Tidal’s blade

Age: 274 years old

Personality: Liandry is a women of high standards and upbringing by her noble family, named as war heroes by their ancestors accomplishments under the seas of mankind. She prides herself dearly to maintain her family’s title and wealth. She paints her always as a composed and strong stature masking the frail humility of her confined heart. One to rarely show weakness she never lets her appearance faultier even under pressure or show much else other than a still frozen expression of intensity. Much to her taste she is one that adores the strength of will and leadership qualities, muscle and magical power means little if the person behind them is nothing more then puppies just crawling through life in a tantrum. Liandry will not hesitate to look down upon those she considers beneath her fin or one that she finds pollutes the purity of her ideals. Merciless and cold she will seek out anything to aid her quest and will show little kindness to anything standing in her way.

She greatly dislike weakness of the heart, shyness, uncertainty etc are all flaws she expects others to correct at once. The only thing to that exceeds that hatred would be her dislike of the darkness and those that it calls children or given in to it. While tragic circumstance has slicked her with traits of the dark she seeks not a care but for justice, wiping out the shadows of existence is her own goal in life.

Liandry however is not without her humanity; she will often socialize humans and those that she deems worthy but she easily prefers the company of her sea kin. She may be a bit harsh but she will offer guidance for the youth when needed. Above all else she consider self an ideal more then anything, her beauty, her well-being mean little under the scoop of her pride.

Race: Mermaid (Somebody)

Appearance: Liandry is a tall well-endowed women of elegant beauty and stature, standing at 6 foot 1 in her full human form she often towers over most of her peers. Her stature is only matched by her hunting features and claim elegance. She has a silent and deadly doll like face that peers into her foes with joyless expressions, admiring the execution of their life before arranging their last. Her skin is soft , unblemished and radiating paly over her slim tone physique that has been trained and harness to her peak of her military conditioning and years of grooming since she was a child.  With the exception of the large scar across her left side of her oblique’s she has no imperfection of her original form. Her bluish-Sliver wavy hair extends just past her low back, touching shyly at her curvaceous hips with at their tips. Her eyes are deep cyan, cold and ice like that hardly appear to be looking at you but rather through you. Her lips in their natural state are also bluish in tint from the lack of blood flow however its easily masked with a blood red lipstick.

Her human attire is that of a classic Lolita flare. Her upper torso is covered with a dark blue and black tight corset with red ribbons decorating the edges. The black metal undercoat lays hidden over the blue fabric making it deceptively weak. The gold trimmings on the edges twist and mark of her family’s crest. Her arms are covered with blue arm warmers that frill from the cuff pieces off in red fabric covering most of her hand hiding her twin crystals tied with sliver ribbons.  Her low half is covered in a long blue dress, slit at the left side downward at an angle with a violet fabric with a red underlay tied by a white rose pendent at her front hip, dangling down in gold jewels.  Her leggings range up to legs, soft and strong strapped only at her ankles down from her heels with the rose ascents, matching the large hair ornament

Her mermaid form lacks much of her clothing style she adopted from the surface, leaving her upper body fully exposed save for the sliver scales that adore her true self. Her tail fin is long with additional fins hanging from her hips, her upper shoulders also house a lighter tone fin that drapes along her shoulders, touching last at her mid back. Her teeth restore themselves to their razor sharp points while her nails become longer and talon like.

Human form

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Mermaid form

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Sex: Female

Primary Elements
1.) Light
2.) Moon
3.) Water
4.) Lightning

History:
Liandry was born under the light of a full moon that shimmered down at the deepest depths of the Caribbean Sea, convinced by two rich families of excellent pedigree among the mer people. Both families held high ranks within the undersea’s hunters and huntresses that gathered the food for society and defend off the intruding sailors along their borders. From this Liandry had learned from the best teachers that they had to offer among her people, the art of the hunt, stilly playing at other’s interesting in her. To charm her way into victory while at the same time learning the strength needed to remaining on top and carry her prey into their strong clutches. Their mermaid’s methods were usefully for the surprise but Liandry found the methods rather dull in all honestly. Life out in the sea in fact was actually quite boring to her, things were too simple, going with the flow of the current that changed with a simple whim of the moon’s phases, no achievements or striving for more. She felt as though she was no different than generic flower among the fields of petals.

A stone that stood against the tide’s push, a mountain to look down at the sea, yes now that was a goal worth living for in her immortal life. She would need to leave this open ocean life for a time to learn of many things behind the great blue and the surface proved to be just that. Often during the times the sea maiden wondered off on her own and playfully watching the surface and the creatures called humans she could not help be admire how different they were from her. Greedy, selfish and drunk with desire these creatures knew they wanted more from life then just existing and filling their needs. Wars upon boundaries that their rulers wanted, murders for wives taken by better men they wanted more then what they were and that passion was intoxicating.    

One night while off on her own Liandry had found the town of port royal along her kingdom’s borders, taking human form due to training from a sea witch that her people traded with the sea maiden blended in within that societies norms within the year. It was no easy feat as her sudden appearances garnered a lot of attention to her foreign nature, first off they required strange fabrics to drape their bodies with? Their skin seemed too weak to feed off the cold. But fortune smiled upon her as the first human to accept her was rich noble men, lonely from age and the death of his wife by pirates and now to see such a beauty to behold before the grave of his fallen was a miracle sent by the heavens in his hour of need, pain from a broken heart.

She did not understand his interest in her but played with his emotions all the more growing up with him. He had taught her how to speak, how to dress and how this world of treasure worked in terms of expectations. But the thrill she had been seeking was not in some old wrinkled money bags but the touch of steel and the taste of blood to her cold tastes. It was just a simple past time her sugar daddy thought would be had her some small tricks with the blade to defend herself from fate that befell his last love. But that turned into her new passion, each move and slash she perfected to form with little need for human rest. The reach of the metal and the scream of her blade cutting the air was her real voice and her massage bathed many in the blood of the graves. She had become known as a ruthless sword’s women within a few months to the constant pirate attacks to the town, earning her place within the world’s defences and honing her skills further, despite the cries against her gender she proved more then a match against the so called elite men. Magic and her roots to the sea also proved to be an advantage against the common masses that she slew for her pleasure as many humans didn't seem to understand it, calling it supernaturally to define their weakness into something acceptable.

To Liandry that weakness was a trait fitting for the sands of time to erase as all others that fell before natural sections, it was a pity of feat that many humans were allowed to skate around the natural order of existence with their weapons and stone structures, a darkness that needed to be snuffed out according to the preaches of the common philosophy of social groups. She didn't know the reason behind it but the direction made sense to her blank experience to anything different then herself. Once her mate finally died to old age and little meat left after feeding her children Liandry left her home to seek out this weakness named darkness and replace it with the strength of light in the hearts of all men, women, child and infant tainted by it.