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Lenore
Legacy Name: Lenore
The
Graveyard DarkoniteOwner:
PorygonAge: 17 years, 4 months, 1 day
Born: December 22nd, 2006
Adopted: 3 years, 4 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: December 11th, 2020
Statistics
- Level: 31
- Strength: 60
- Defense: 59
- Speed: 59
- Health: 59
- HP: 59/59
- Intelligence: 180
- Books Read: 180
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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the necromancer's daughter
A middle aged man inches into a dark, dank structure. Exuding foreboding energy from the outside and maintaining it on the inside, the building previously served as a rendezvous point for soldiers in many years past. Now it stood alone, crumbling away, a home for creatures who liked the shadows. It was cold, a repeating drip echoing within the walls; uninviting to even the most desperate of souls.
It would have been near impossible to navigate had the intruder not brought some tools with him. He held an old book in his hands, a glowing orb floating next to him. Muttering something under his breath, another appeared to his right, and with the flick of his left hand he sent it forward to illuminate his path. A soft blue glow filled the area. Scraps of fabric littered the ground, another reminder of the glorious purpose this place once had.
He stepped forward toward his other beacon of light, then sending it toward some dark stairs. Next to the stairs was an old, thick wooden door and a faded coat of arms. It was faded but protected by the elements, and because of that he could see the shield of Sharmony. Perhaps he would ask about this place later to find its significance.
All he knew is that mana radiated from this place. He had to come investigate.
Right as he started for the stairs, there was an echo. Someone or something had moved, and their presence was made known to him by their weight on the floor. He stepped back, heart pounding in his ears, his tail fluffing up. His eyes quickly scanned another incantation on the worn pages before him, should he need to make a quick escape.
But as the footsteps got closer, his eyes wide, his body trembling from adrenaline, all that was revealed to him was a girl. Dirtied, with worn clothes and a thick cloak, she stared at him wearily.
“W-where is Nathan...?”
Given to an orphanage when she was an infant, Lenore Winters was born without either of her legs from the knee down. Her parents were poor and unable to raise a child who would need special care, so they left her on the door step of a religious orphanage. Lenore was taken in despite her difference. She grew healthily otherwise, learning to say words, to laugh and play like any other child. As she grew older, she was eventually outfitted with a wheelchair. Despite that she couldn't run around and play with the other children, she kept a positive outlook on life and did what she could. Her favorite thing to do was read aloud, especially to her caretakers.
The one thing that Lenore noticed she couldn't seem to do was get adopted. Her friends slowly started disappearing, and new friends would show up, but she would never leave. Her caretakers tried to hide this fact from her, but she already recognized it. Lenore was quite mature for her age and had accepted that because she was imperfect, she would likely stay in the orphanage until she was an adult. This only bothered her slightly; had she chosen to stew in those thoughts, it would've bothered her more. But she never allowed herself to entertain such worries for too long. Only six years old, she had the world's worth of resolve, determined to be happy.
And then, one day, one of the older kids who lived there reported that Lenore's bed was empty. Her wheelchair was also gone. The caretakers weren't so concerned at first; the orphanage boasted an incredible backyard, and the deck that surrounded the building was wheelchair accessible. Perhaps she'd managed to get into her chair alone and rolled out there to think. But, upon investigation, they found the wheelchair abandoned, left around the side of the building. The side that faced a large, thick forest where who-knows-what lived. Horrific images of something dragging Lenore away from her wheelchair came to the minds of both children and adult, and she was reported missing to the authorities.
Lenore would remain lost for five long years.
She was found in a derelict keep by a man named Cornelius Reynolds at the age of eleven. He'd only been there because he was investigating a spike of negative mana in the area. Lenore stood on stairs, meekly peering out into the open space. A heavy, worn cloak covered her body, the rest of her clothed in mere rags. She looked like she'd escaped a troubled home. Cornelius, plagued by unease, took her and fled without looking back. Lenore felt a sense of relief upon leaving that cold, desolate place, but couldn't help to wonder where the man who had gifted her the ability to walk had gone. He had told her to stay in the top room and left, claiming he would come back. What she thought was him having returned was actually Cornelius, and away she was whisked.
Cornelius brought her to a town called Old Cognitia where he left her with a family he knew and trusted. They took her in and raised her as if she were one of their own. Lenore liked them a lot and had no issue calling them her parents. Yet, she could never quite forget that man. Nathan.
The night he had come into the orphanage, she was awake while everyone else slept. She couldn't really explain why, but a nagging feeling of dread gnawed at her gut, making it impossible to drift off into slumber. But living in a room with at least five other kids, it was difficult to wake one up and ask for company. And, being bound to a wheelchair for commuting meant that the usually short distance of across the hall was her mountain. No one awake to help her into the chair, she started trying to wiggle herself into it. With a lot of struggle, she finally managed to get into the chair. Lenore had made it into the hallway only to find the caretakers' door open. A faint glow of a ethereal lantern revealed the ghastly sight of what looked like a floating cat skull.
Lenore attempted to flee the orphanage, hoping to find someplace outside to hide until morning. Unfortunately, she was terrified, unable to keep her whimpers of fear completely silent, and the being heard her as she sped away. She made it outside and had started trying for the forest when the being revealed himself and tried to calm her down. Lenore wasn't having it, but her wheelchair wasn't, either. It got caught on a rock she didn't see and she tumbled out of it. Tears streaming down her face, Nathan knew he only had a limited time before she started screaming. He scooped her up and used a sleeping spell on her before disappearing into the thick woodland.
She would awaken with legs attached to her body. They were completely seamless, the only indication that they weren't originally hers being sickly green splotches on her body. Nathan was a man who simply appeared to be a floating cat skull with the voice of a man and a cloak. His arms would come from under the cloak sometimes, but they didn't seem to be attached to a body. Lenore was terrified of the whatever he was. He did his best to make her at home and attempted to befriend her by making her comfortable. He taught her how to walk and educated her as a parent would their own child. Nathan never punished her unreasonably or put his hands on her. He made sure she was fed and warm.
Yet, when Cornelius took her, he never came searching. He never seemed to want her back. This left Lenore to wonder if he loved her, and if not, why he had bothered with her to begin with. As Lenore grew up under true familial love, she slowly forgot his existence, and regarded him as an odd, unsettling blessing.
Unfortunately, he is not and never was a blessing.
Cornelius kept good contact with Lenore and when she was nineteen, informed her that he had discovered Nathan's true identity. Though she knew him as Nathan, the vast majority of people knew him as the Necromancer, a man who went mad with power and gave up his human form for mana. Worse: it turned out that he was Cornelius' lost brother, a man Cornelius had been searching for ever since he disappeared. Lenore had heard of the Necromancer and was disgusted to find that he and Nathan were one in the same. No longer did she wonder why he wanted her. Instead she only displayed disgust toward him and expressed her willingness to bring him down. Cornelius kindly rejected her offer and told her to worry about college, not Nathan.
Present day, Lenore is a twenty year old college student who resides with her peers, Steevie and Connor. The three of them live in Old Cognitia in the upstairs apartment of a flower shop, which Steevie helps run. Among them is also Esther, an angel who fell to Earth from one of the three sky islands. Lenore still harbors intense hatred for Nathan, but respects Cornelius' wishes and remains in college. Her skin is still splotched with a sickly green, patches having appeared on various parts of her body over time. She doesn't mind them and is extremely grateful toward Nathan for only one thing: the ability to walk.
As she learns more about the people around her, she learns that she may also possess the ability to produce mana. Not just produce it, but manipulate it. The foil to the Necromancer, and perhaps what he even tried to become before the usage of mana destroyed his physical form.
An Auramancer.
The Necromancer
The man who stole her from the orphanage, Lenore is one of the only people who knows his real name, Nathan. While The Necromancer doesn't go by this name anymore, having shed it when he shed his mortal appearance, she still calls him that during their few encounters. It grates his nerves and with that knowledge she will continue to do so. Lenore wants to help defeat him, but Cornelius doesn't want another child to get entangled with such matters.
Cornelius
The man who rescued her from the abandoned keep. Lenore calls him "uncle" and considers him apart of her makeshift family. He cares for Lenore deeply, like she were his own, but doesn't visit her all that much due to his own job at a lighthouse called The Beacon. Lenore visits on occasion. Cornelius is someone that Lenore confides into sometimes via letter. She fears for his safety sometimes, but knows that he's wise enough to survive.
Connor
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