User:Kaliekins/Dylinial Venomrose

Character biography of Dylinial "Boa" Venomrose (Dylinial - Wyrmrest Accord), the Sin'dorei Duelist.

This is a character reroll: Dylinial was a Rogue, but now sticks to being a Duelist/Mercenary

=History= To be written. =Description=

Physical
Hair as crimson as blood; curly locks that bounce with the life she takes: This is the swordswoman we call "Boa." Whenever Dylinial raises an eyebrow, do not be alarmed for that is a natural occurrence to her visage. She is short, but menacing. As it resembles her past and her probably future, she always wears leather and hardened leather where it counts (shoulders and feet).

Her eyes are almond shaped and green, and her stare can disturb in the most steady of heroes. This is because they know she marks them as her next target. Assassin on the outside, Duelist on the inside is her way. Even though she put down the dagger of murderous silence, she still has a temper that make those tendencies run wild.

Many hair styles and phases of Boa.

Personality
This person is a very lost soul. In fact, why has she not raced into the middle of war and be destroyed in oblivion? Cause she's too swordsman like that. She is crude, cold, cynical, but only if you provoke it. She is a pain in the ass to get along with, but that does not mean it's worth less than a penny.

Once you gain this woman's trust, she is like a loyal pet. But break this trust, and that pet will ravage your entire body with serrated blades, knives, blades, and verbal destruction.

=In character=

''Warning! Some of the writing may make someone uncomfortable.''

Remember Remember the Blood For Forever
Non-canon "Tell me, Han’theron Dawnwing.." she said in a breathy voice, “do you remember?" Dylinial Venomrose, often known as “Boa" inquired. She tilted her head upward as though a stark reminder of just the wavering mental state she held, especially during that time.

That day where it was no game; that day where Han’theron Dawnwing saw the true predator in this snake. Her fangs that lacerated; her body that coveted and became intimate with her calling.

This was the day Dylinial dropped her rogue ways and adopted to her more honorable approach to life. Although she already had her ability and lifestyle as a Duelist, she still held onto her rogue ways.

No more.

''My heart.. I’m still breathing. Did I succeed? I succeeded, considering I am still breathing. But how do I know this isn’t a trick? I’m covered in blood. Not my own, but several others’.

What have I done?

So many voices.. why am I being shoved? Oh, it’s Han’theron.''

Dylinial seemed lucid enough to reality to look up at Han’theron with soulless eyes. Was there anything there? He slapped her cheeks a few times in hopes she’d be even more conscious. Nothing. He yelled, “Boa! Hey! Come back to me.." he shook her and then embraced the bloodstained murderer.

No, Assassin. She was an Assassin. A pirate Captain at sea, an Assassin at dock.

No, not even that. She was a monster.

"If I tear you open wide and take a look inside.. " she began to recite in a familiar monotone most would recognize today. She slowly leaned up whilst coiling her soiled, leather-clad arm around the male. Her teeth scraped against the skin of his chin and was about to clench, but Han’theron shoved her away. He stood in horror and watched as she looked up at him hungrily.

If one pictured this as a scene of a horror, one may think she crawled with her fingernails digging into the wood. But instead, she fell on her back and looked up at the ceiling.

Han’theron then dry-heaved as he saw the cryptic scene. Body parts were strewn by daggers. There the blood coagulated from some biological warfare poison that Boa concocted herself.

Jaws and teeth were ripped from the skulls that were smashed against the wooden floor. A midst the carnage, there even began a craft of sorts. A necklace of phalanges.

What had happened? What made this being go on a rampage?

The answer was obvious. She lost control. Did she ever have control in the first place?

What was a simple mission turned out to be an all-out bloodbath. She would have come out of this mentally stable if not for the sheer fact that she enjoyed it.

She enjoyed it a little bit of too much.

Dylinial closed her eyes and let a long breath leave her lips. She slipped into a trance as she events that recently transpired were relived.

Heavy breathing.. huff.. huff.. the thrill of the hunt coursed through her veins. The constrictor was about to score one of her highest-paying hits yet. What seemed to be a hit and run turned into being spotted by a child. Not wanting to harm the child, she tried to hush him.

Too late. Guards swarmed the area and panic struck her. Dylinial’s body locked up, completely ignoring the suffocating child in her bosom.

"Release the child!" the one on the horse yelled as the rest of the guard barricaded the exit.

Thud. When she released the boy, he fell dead. She kept him embraced for too long. Her eyes widened, No.. she thought to herself, No.. I.. I didn’t I.. she felt hot water stream down her cheeks as tears left her eyes. She watched in horror as all fell silent and all eyes were on her.

Eyes set to kill. “I didn’t.. I di-" her ear flicked as the cry of an arrow hit her in the thigh. It was too much. The pain and the shock enraged this predator.

B-bump.. b-bump.. faces strewn of horror paraded the scene as her vision became undeterred with every new goal in sight. Dylinial’s body danced as her blades sliced the naive guardsman that underestimated this century-old trained killer.

She licked her finger of the blood of the first batch of fallen.

Lavishing in the taste, she moaned. More.. and that is what she did. Only, there were no more bodies. Grunting, she grabbed her serrated knives and began to carve.

Dylinial Venomrose became an artist that day. She felt the need to redecorate and that is what she did. No longer in her own body, she relished in the failing warmth of the caked blood and finally caved.

What had she done? She killed almost everyone in that barricade but the person of intent.

She’s a failure. Her passion often became overwhelming, but this event; this heinous scene became a shocking wake-up call.

That is when Dylinial fell to her knees and contemplated if she were alive or dead.

Waking with a start, she almost pounced on the sitting Han’theron that waited for her to become lucid.

Why is there.. she thought as blood stained the inside of her mouth. Vomiting- not on Han’theron- to her realization of what atrocity took place, she began to shake. Shaking, sobbing, and whimpering as she remembered the little boy.

That was someone’s little boy and she killed him.

Without even asking for permission, she grasped onto Han’theron and screamed in her weeping.

Although disturbed, Han’theron let her.

Han’therwon Dawnwing let her and he will remember this day forever. The day that miss Venomrose was anything but a saint. She is a killer; she is a boa constrictor.

The only difference in today’s time? She has control, but sometimes that little nuisance (Centari) tugs at her control and tries to release the pent-up demon.

Pirate Insight
Dylinial used her female charm to outwit and devastate many of her male adversaries. She would always get what she wants, and this made her very jaded.

I hate men, she thought to herself. They are way too easy to manipulate. Despite her way of thinking, she accepted no lover. The only one she could even remotely think to have would be one strong enough to best and dominate her.

Caprarius walked in on his sister laying on a table quite provocatively, “Oh.. gods! Sister! That is disgusting! Put some damn clothes on ya’ harlot."

Rolling her eyes, she draped a robe over her form and downed the bottle of moonberry juice she pilfered from a nearby caravan. “Relax, dear Caprarius."

"Relax? I don’ like watchin’ my sister be so.. so.. feminine." He laughed hysterically.

Rolling her eyes, she chucked a pair of soiled panties at her grossed out brother. He yelped like a little girl and squirmed like thousands of spiders fell on top of an arachnophobia.

"Yer such a damn ninny."

"Am not! I don’t want my sister’s fuckin’ dirty underwear thrown at me. Who knows where they’ve been!"

"Brother.. I have not done anything in years. You know this."

And just like that, Caprarius’s mood dropped. He knew exactly what she meant, although she didn’t mean to target him. “Cap.."

"No.. no you’re right. I’m sorry, sister."

Smiling sheepishly, Caprarius opened his arms for a reassuring hug and she shook her head and embraced him tightly.

Tale of Two Captains
Non-canon Dylinial was in her captain’s quarters, yawning from how late it was. She wore mostly just a corset, pantaloons, and cuffed boots. It was quite warm on the sea and she couldn’t afford to wear any less. Sure her hair was placed in a fancy up-do, but she still began to sweat down her neck.

Would she look so bad if she were bald? Yeah, she’d be horrendously ugly. She needed her gorgeous locks.

BANG! BANG!- CRAAAAAACKLE-

"What in the-" all of a sudden, the door to her quarters became blasted open. An elf with blonde hair and a devious smirk on his face came bursting through the door.

"Well what have we here, eh?" came a jovial tone from the interloper.

Growling, Dylinial swiftly reached for her swords- kick! Coughing up spit, she fell to her butt and rolled over to try and recover while spatting out the word, “Asshole."

The man chuckled heartily, “Are you the captain of this vessel?"

She just glared at him.

Nodding, he’d state, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’ Ya’ don’t look so good. In fact, ya’re not much of a fight. Shame.. the captain of such a beautiful vessel should be just as lethal as she is gorgeous, herself."

Surely this man jests.. Dylinial slowly stood up, righting her corset and pants that were rustled in the fall before cautiously sidestepping towards her weapons.

He tsked, “Ah, com’on. Just give me everything and-"

She unlaced her corset and revealed every asset her untouched torso could display. Han’theron’s jaw dropped and before he knew it, a fist went straight for his head and knocked him out.

Fully clothed again, Dylinial smacked awake the disoriented Han’theron. He was bound to a chair and he found that quite hilarious.

"Why are you laughing? You’re beaten."

"I got to see breasts. Worth it."

Flushing wildly, Dylinial flicked his forehead and brought up another chair with a huff.

"What of my crew?" he asked

She smirked. She said nothing.

Now this irked him. He squirmed and lost all happy he ever had. “Let me go you bitch!"

She licked the letter opener she held in her hand. In a sultry tone, she sat on his lap and pressed the dagger to his neck, “Why have you invaded my ship?"

"Let me go!" he barked.

Dylinial cackled manically and then pressed the dagger to his face, allowing it to slide down his cheek in a steel caress. She whispered in his ear, “What are you willing to do for your crew’s life?"

He tried biting her cheek. She laughed manically once more, standing up and tilting her head to the side. She hosted angelic features, but she couldn’t be that innocent.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"Tell me what happened to my crew!"

She sighed and shook her head. Dylinial stepped outside and brought in someone from his crew, “Tell your dear captain about your crew."

"They’re fine. Their dignity be stripped, but all in good fun."

Smirking, she nodded and leaned against the obliterated doorway, “I’m not -that- heartless. They’re fine. After the scuffle and you being knocked out, they willingly stepped down for free drinks as I told them of your humiliating defeat. I exaggerated a bit but.. all in good fun." she then cut him loose and- his lips were on Dylinial’s!

Yelping, she swiftly slapped him, “What was that for!?"

"Tempting me all too much.."

Huffing, she stomped out of the parlor and hurried him out, “Leave!"

"What’s your name, beautiful?"

"Boa! Now leave!"

"Captain Boa.. Captain Boa with a nice ass," he gave her a playful wink and almost ran out of the doorway as she looked as though ready to cut his nut off!

At the end of the day, the only thing lost was everyone’s dignity.

Everyone’s.

A Tale of Two Thornes
Dylinial walked on. She looked back only once. She knew she had to leave them ahead of time, but the appearance of her brother’s kidnapper shocked her. How did he know? But at least the deed was done. The distraction was successful.

Rhovin is going to hate her. He wanted to sail with her; he wanted to be with her.

Dylinial looked back.

He will never forgive me.. she thought to herself. ''But they both are better off without me. Maybe if we ever cross paths again.. maybe he’ll forgive me. Maybe he’ll understand..''

But little did she know the chaos that went on. The rumor that the dreadful father of the two boys spun in their heads, knowing the full truth of what debauchery she committed against the two of them. The bedding of both brothers; the woman they both loved with all their heart.

He twisted it around and pitted the two against one another. This was the man Dylinial wanted to get the brothers away from. Instead, she ran away to save her brother. Sometimes she wondered if it was even worth it. He may be kin, but he signed the death warrant of both his sisters if he did anything so bad as to get this evil being on about destroying him, what would stop him at doing something horrible to his family and those they associate with?

Nonetheless, she ran off and never looked back. The constrictor finally suffocated its first victims.

They will never forgive her.

The souls of the dead will forever haunt her.

Each day is survival as she deals with the guild and anguish.

This was the birth of the Boa.

This was the birth of her angst.

The First Tale of Two Thorns
Dylinial sat on her bed, completely pleased with herself. She knew what she wanted to do today and it almost was the time of his arrival. She pictured his devious smile; the look he always seemed to give her when she’d stare at his shirtless form.

She craved him and she wanted him to be her first.

After freshening up a bit, Dylinial heard the whinny of a horse and she rushed to the window of her room, her locks still damp from her previous bath. She had it all. She had two men that she adored, a loving surrogate family, and an education.

Hearing footsteps up the stairs, Dylinial quickly put on something cute but somewhat modest and sat on her bed in wait.

Rhovin had burst through the door and Dylinial hopped off her bed to give him a tight, welcoming hug. He held her back but quite tight. After the embrace, he righted her and clasped his hands on her shoulders and he hosted no smile, only furrowed brows.

"Dylin.." It seems he tried to speak more, but he shook his head and seemed tongue-tied.

”..Yes, Rhovin?"

"Your parents are pirates, right?"

"Yes.. but I have not seen them in almost two years."

"I want to run away with you at sea."

”.. But your brother?"

"Klaus is a big boy. Whether he comes or not is up to him, but that doesn’t matter. I just wanna be with you. You and me, lost in the waters, facing anything that crosses."

Smoothing the back of his fingers down her cheek, the hunter smirked.

"Just you and me, baby… the way it should be."

”.. Rhovin.. I can’t just-" and before she can finish, he clasped her mouth with his own in a heated kiss. She lost all train of thought and this was the moment she wanted. She wanted Rhovin right here and right now.

And just like that, she got what she wanted.

((This is the setting for the events prior to the burning of the manor. It’s not in italics because it’s not a recollected memory, just a description of a past event. ))

Burning of the Manor
''Dylinial’s knees buckled and she fell to the ground. She shook uncontrollably between the cold and the realization of what she had done; the realization of what she had to do. The skies burned with the screeching fire. The screams of innocents and shambling magus were lost in the distraction of the destruction.

he tremors in her body, the shock of what happened, and the stench of burning flesh caused Dylinial to vomit. Falling to her side now, she hook vehemently and could only hear the hum of noise that blocked out all the rest. Should she search for her sister? Is she safe? Even with those thoughts, Dylinial laid limp and frozen like this for a good time before she heard her sister’s own frantic and scared cries for her beloved twin.

"Sis..sis..s-s-sister! Th..th-thank the gods y-you’re al-alright!" Ahri stammered as she herself wept and shook uncontrollably. “C-come on.. b-before they find us! The rally point.. come on!" she shouted and shook her sister before she had to literally drag her.

For about a mile they trudged along to the rallying point. Dylinial’s face was expressionless and devoid of any registration of what just happened.

The manor that safe-housed, took care of, and welcomed Dylinial and her sister as well as help the search for their lost brother had all been destroyed. Destroyed by Dylinial’s hand.

They finally got to the rallying point. Dylinial laid herself limp over a nearby tree and stared up into the sky. Shouldn’t it be raining? Oh well. She closed her eyes and the events that happened assailed her conscience. She felt herself slipping into slumber before the post-trauma of the event abruptly shook her awake to find Ahri standing and staring into something that horrified her.

Slowly, Dylinial looked to where her sister’s gaze meandered and her jaw dropped. Their brother was there, bound, bloodied, and gagged. The figure kicked him to the ground and he screamed in utter pain. Caprarius, their dear-beloved brother, had fractures all over his body. She felt tears stream hot down her face once more. Is this it? Is this the end?

Suddenly, the mysterious figure spoke, “You thought yourselves clever, didn’t you? You thought this generous House would find your brother? How can they find someone that could never be found. You see, girls.. your brother has become a nuisance to my operations and well.. here is an example of what happens when you become an annoyance."

Dylinial could no longer hear what this man was saying. The only thing she can think of and hope for, was for Rhovin and Klaus Highthorne’s appearance. They were suppose to meet Ahri and Dylinial here. Why was it taking so long? Dylinial was a fighter, yes, but this figure looked too lethal for her to handle in this current state.

A hand reached for her hair to abruptly yank her to stand as she yelps-''

Dylinial woke up with a blood-curdling screech as her hair was matted to her face and her sheets soaked with sweat and possibly urine. She clutched the sides of her head and bawled. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen red from the crying she hosted in her night terror.

Folding her legs up, Dylinial hugged them and sat in the comfortable bed throughout the rest of the night.

She did not leave that room for two days, recovering from the image so vivid from her past.

Piano
The scene was that of a manor. It was untouched by harm as it was placed far away. A figure approached with lithe, noble steps with her head held high. Music sounded; a piano solo of beautiful proportions drew the very young Dylinial to saunter forth.

She stopped short of the entrance as she saw a beautiful woman. High Elven, to be exact. This was a time before the tainted grain ever hit Azeroth, and Dylinial with her sister were adopted to this very kind noble’s home where they gained a makeshift family and friends. Her brother was still on the streets and the House searched for him, but have not found him yet.

Upon hearing this sad chain of keystrokes of the beautiful piano, it lulled Dylinial to slide on the wall and go into a trance. There she wept softly into her blouse and thought about everything. Her parents and their disappearance, her brother’s disappearance, had all lulled her into a state of clairvoyance.

Clicking of heels had surprised her into lucidity. The piano had stopped. Blushing bright red, Dylinial looked up to see the pianist smiling down at her and offered her a hand, “Stand up, young Dylinial." Her voice was so strong yet feminine; it welcomed her along with the soft smile.

"I.. I’m s-sorry my Lady.. I.." Dylinial spoke with a stammer, so embarrassed from being caught eavesdropping. “It’s just.. I always wanted to learn how to play the piano. It’s so.. beautiful and you do it so perfectly. I’m sorry.."

The Matron of this House bent down elegantly to pat Dylinial on the head and offered her a hand up, “Do not worry, dear Dylinial. I can teach you. I just ask that you stop running off so much. We will find your brother.."

Dylinial nodded and took the hand.

It was almost a year before Dylinial became well trained in the song she heard her Lady play. It always made her sad, but it was just so beautiful. Dylinial often played it for her sister right before bed. However, this bliss did not last long.

Dylinial roamed the halls of the Lan’Isera manor, several years after their exile and now being Sin’dorei. Several circumstances in her past led her to this place; the two sects allowing her to stay here whenever she wished.

She found a piano. Dylinial nearly choked on a sob as she was alone in this manor with only a corset and lacy undergarments on. Several memories assailed her. The one in particular was the contorted, charred face of the one woman she could accurately describe as mother, although surrogate. Sure she wanted Dylinial to be a proper Lady and although makeshift adopted, to be apart of their offering ritual of courting to unite families.

She should have given it more thought; she should have accepted the life she could have had instead of the one she chose. Weeping silently now, she slid onto the stool and began to play her fingers to the keys as perfectly as she could.

Sighing shakily, Dylinial closed the piano so that her face did not abruptly hit the keys as she sobbed, crying her heart out for the atrocities she has done in her past and the people she lost.

Every time she hums, this is the tune that sounds.

Unexpected Death
Thump.. th-thump.. thump.. th-thump..

'''I remember that rhythm, it’s the rhythm of life. I’m alive? When did I ever pass out? Oh wait, I remember now.. it happened all so fast. Something about “If she wants to die, she might as well have it!" in some thick accent.. was it Jack? Probably. That asshole was always the explosive one in all sense of the word.

Ugh.. stop trying to talk to me. Wait.. is that Rendorin? How nice of him, what a good Knight, despite all that went on between us. This one that healed me.. she’s pretty.

Wait.. I heard a thud— OH MY GODS! Rendorin, why are y— oh shit, an explosion- the whole room’s on fire!— wait a minute, stop holding me like that I’m going to get sick.. ugh I don’t feel well..

We’re in the city now.. I bet we’re going to the Hall of— yup. Wonderful, it’s bad enough I have such a bad reputation as all talk and all temper. This is humiliating.. wait a minute.. where are my blades? Are they still in that fire? NO! NO NO NO! I NEED MY BLADES! I am nothing without my blades.. no no no!

Dylinial began to sob and choke on her words when she expressed her desire and need for her blades to be safe. These blades were her world; her babies before the one in the womb.

As it seemed like hours, the commotion died down and although stable and reassured her fetus is still alive, she had her doubts. A mother’s instinct is never wrong with these things. Something is wrong.. something is different.

Something isn’t right..''

Unexpected Death Two
''It is all just a dream, right? I will wake from this nightmare and both the lives lost last night will be here.

The wee one would still be in the womb growing. Xin’thalore would still be alive and chastise me about how pathetic I am. This is all my fault. I should have fought against Xin’thalore, and then maybe he would have ran and not come back when the Blood Knights arrived.

But I am so empty.. so lost.. there is no reason for me to be here, is there? Haltharion is gone. The month old fetus is gone. I wish I could be a mother.. I was careful, but Xin is easy to set off and this senile mage- oh that bitch!- she will taste my blade for what she caused.

No.. it is not my fault. It is her fault. She will pay.. She will pay very dearly. Xin’thalore and I had our differences and sure, fought a few times. But he was important to me; important to all of the Row. I needed his input on things; I need his input on how to handle those in the Row.

But this emptiness. How can I fill it? This child was robbed of its life. It is not Xin’s fault, no.. it is her fault. It is her fault that I lost this baby. Odds are, I will never be pregnant again. I will never bed another and I will never hold dear another until this bitch’s head is mounted on my blade for all to see. I will even walk into the Spire with this woman’s head.

This emptiness, it will be filled. It will be full of violence. Vengeance. Redemption..''

A Poem by Testra
''A simple smile,

Is all what they want.

A smile so sweet,

Not one so dark.

Tell us dear Boa,

When last was there a smile?

Upon that adoring face,

With your freckles and guile.

But the deeds that done,

Have beat all and won.

Destroying her sanity,

Her love, and her vanity.

Come, little snake, show us your fangs.

The teeth you hide,

The teeth once shamed.

They miss you, oh great constrictor,

They need your strength.

Yet you give up hope,

And spew words to scathe.

A simple smile,

Is all what they want.

A smile so sweet,

Not one so dark.

Tell us dear Boa,

When last was there a smile?

Upon that adoring face,

With your freckles and guile.''

—Testra Hawkstream

=Creator= User:Kaliekins/Dylinial Server:Wyrmrest Accord US/Dylinial

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The creator of the character has crafted a tumblr blog with constant updates (albeit it has become a cesspit of random lately): dylibird.tumblr.com