Portrait of Ethelinde Gudruna
I did this for a Pixelbrush forums contest, the theme was RPG-character Showdown. I didn't complete on time, but I finished it nonetheless. This is the type of art I used to do when I was younger...so it was fresh going back there. Nothing serious, but fun either way. I hope you like it! <3
Real Name: Ethelinde Gudruna
Current Identity: Atanasia Zaharia
Bloodline: Lamia
Disciplines: Mortis(Paths: The Grave's Decay, The Corpse in the Monster, Cadaverous Animation), Deimos (Now the Path of the Four Humours), Fortitude, Potence
"Ethelinde was born in a noble household, daughter to the Duchess Linde Gudruna and Duke Lothair Gudruna."
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"The color of her eyes was not the icy blue of her mother's, rather the rare blue of lavender flowers. Her voice wrapped your skin in sweet vibrations like that of the celestial maidens of the old tales. She seemed delicate on the surface, but held more strength than the average girl; she was agile and swift like the gusts of the fall wind. Her hair was like that of her mother: traced her torso tight in strands of white gold that shone like droplets of mildew upon the leaves of grass in the morrow."
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"The summer of her 16th birthday her father died. Duke Lothair died just like his father, Duke Berowalt Gudruna, and like his elder brother, DUke Heinrich Gudruna did before him. It was seen as a sudden movement of th rising plague that bather Europe in its mists during the era. The master's bedroom was walled in with the Duke's corpse inside. She and her mother Linde were removed to the summer manor, so the line could survive the hatred of the punishing God."
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"It did not surprise her that on the even of her 21rst birthday her mother held her tight and spoke of things she wouldn't reveal before... She said her goodbyes without tears, only smiles and caresses: dreadful security, the hands of fate. [i]'It is my legacy and I pass it unto thee.[/i]' And thus her mother sung to her. She sung even though she had never sung in her presence before. Her voice was bittersweet but beautiful altogether- it held the lament of a crumbling world and the force of hidden silence."
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"They could see the fires burning in the distance. Torches held by blind men of false faith. The Dark Mother works in mysterious ways..."
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“The men in the crowd let go of any sense of chivalry, any sense of honor and hurled themselves unto the two women. They were trapped by dozens of hands. Her blade cut through many, but her misfortune was unstoppable, hers and her mother’s.”
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“She woke up at last with the smell of burning flesh.”
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”In silent requiem she contemplated the dusky carcasses of the burn corpses tied around the trees. They had defiled the holy symbols and destroyed the shrine.”
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“The dishonor was still unbearable. Her body turned to filth in the hands of the members of those pigs, her family eliminated by commoners, betrayed by the simpleton handmaide and now by the Holy Church! Hear mother was dead…”
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“It was then when she approached the mounds of the dead, the mounds of the fey- something another person would’ve thought about trice before acting. Seated as comfortable as she could she let herself be rafted away by her memories. She began to sing like she hadn’t done in a long time…she sung her mother’s secrets.”
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[i]“Ahi hay Lilitu.”[/i]
Those of you who have played Transylvania chronicles know I had so much fun with her... LOADS of fun. Ethelinde keeps quiet and observant and only speaks when she sees it as useful. She prefers to be by herself. While she seems like a very martial character, she has a very academical streak. She commutes with Cappadocian, Lamia, and even Mages & Sorcerers... and the occasional Werewolf (though this type of encounter usually ends in joyful bloodshed).
