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Razen Rapine Jericho Lecter
Topic Started: January 21, 2011, 6:02 pm (103 Views)
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Razen Rapine Jericho Lecter

Name: Razen Rapine Jericho Lecter
Race: Seethen
Species Type: Frost Born
Dragon: Sethla Meesha
Gender: Female
Age: 67
Nicknames: Raz, Mother/mom
Blood Type: Servile
Element(s): Elemental; Ice or Frost being the main element
Chemicals: Liquid Nitrogen, Immersion, Permafrost, Dry Ice, Rapine, Sanguine, Vatyr
Attributes: Paranormal Abilities and Gravitational Forces, Necromancy, ascendancy over Undead and life; ability to shift (shape shifting or shape shifter); telepathy.
Bone Metal: Satyre
Species Origin: Nexus, Siethyia
Height: 5' 10''
Weight: 102 lbs.
Weapon: Blood Mourne
Husband: Adam Lucifer Lecter
Sons: Marcus Razen Jericho Lecter and James Ryan Jericho Lecter
Daughters: Alice Lecter, Reagan Syill Lecter, and Alma Ryve Lecter
Occupation: Mother and Defender
Skills: Being apart of the Frost Breed, Razen takes on the specialties of being a Seethen, her son, Marcus, as well. Becoming anew with the rebirth of her and her dragon, Sethla Meesha, she is now once again living thanks to her youngest son, Marcus. Razen is the true pure breed of the Frost Born blood, handing it over to Marcus. Even she has to manage another Syneath: Sethla.

History: Long ago, Razen lived with an abusive father, a mother that couldn't help her, a dead brother, but only one left: Urick. Razen was a descendant of the Frost Born. Years the, she met a man (before Adam). His name was Ryan. Ryan Vlorden. She was engaged to this man, having two kids before their marriage: James and Riordan. (James being the male twin, Riordan the female.) Both were twins, but Riordan was only an hour older than James. She had not met Sethla at this time, but she did encounter her when she was on one of her sprawls away from home.

This was her first family, but wasn't her last. But, that all changed... since the curse upon the family. A burden that rested on her flesh and bones forever... even until death.

Just before she had met Sethla, Razen left home for her daily doings: usually being where she left home to observe and take notes. Razen was quite the observer, and took notes closely. During her note taking, a huge egg came crashing from the skies, ramming into the ground, creating a larger crater. What it had became to know to was a dragon. A Syn Dragon named Sethla Meesha. For days Razen was stuck in the crater, but she soon escaped the trap and made it on land. Days later, Razen came upon a charred home...

Story:
Razen looked below, then a specific building below struck her mind. Eyes widening, it came to realization. Pulling her legs over to the left side of Sethla's back, Razen pushed off, falling to the ground. Landing on both feet, no pain or broken bones, she rose and walked to the charred and burnt building. Steam and smoke rose from the building, little flames inside, feeding off the wood and left overs of the major fire that engulfed the building. Her eyes began to water as they wondered from side to side, feeling the pain and suffering that was cause when she was not here to warn nor help them. What was this building? This was her home.

Before she had met Adam (Lucifer) she had husband before him. Well, engaged to him. His name was Ryan (which is how James got his middle name. Razen named him after her first husband whom was much like her). She had two children: a daughter and son. The son was named (of course) James. The other, the female; her name was Riordan. Tears fled from both eyes, anger coursing through her body and veins, thinking of only on vengeance on whom cause this... this suffering and murder to her one family she wished to have for her life. Though she knew, since for what she was, a Seethen, she knew it wouldn't have lasted long.

Sethla landed behind her and said, Sorrow and death breed here... She lowered her head and sniffed the ground, then jerked her head up viciously, eyes blazing, going dark she snarled. Her tail struck the ground producing cracks. She snarled and the sky turned black as she could not control the outburst of power in her rage; she growled.

Beams toppled over each other, breaking into ashes from the flames torment. Placing her hand on the lost lives suffered in the home, images of death flashed in her mind, causing her pain to the head and memories. Staggering back, holding the palms to her temples of her head, she fell back, landing on her hands and butt, placing the other hand back to her head. Pain engulfed her conscience and body, feeling what they had felt. Looking up, she knew the works of death was done by. This wasn't done by a human or demon or anything other creature known to Earth. This work of art was done by another Seethen and Syneath.

Hissing, Razen rose to her feet, her eyes flaring a black, mimicking her dragons' eyes. Chained symbols laced around her arms and legs. Razen's image looked more like an elf than a human. That was because she was a Seethen. She was of the Frost Born. The Forbidden Breed. A Frost Born is a ancient inheritance to the first Seethen to ever set foot on Lair. Frost Born's were the first relatives to the Seethen Heritage and ancestry, going back thousands a millennia of years ago. Frost Born's are hard to decipher and explain through ancient knowledge, but Razen carried the Frost Born blood. Her sword was named after, but spelt Bourne rather than Born. In which her future son, Marcus, would carry along his side with his dragon: Synile. Frost Borns were apart of the dragon, of the Syneath breed. Much is yet to be learned, but Marcus accommodates more than his mother ever would. Soon she will match his acknowledgments in learning of the ancient breeds of Nyrvyria.

Looking up at Sethla, rage and decimation roared in her eyes, expressing the enraged vital anger and volatile prude she withholds in the grips of her hands and power. Glancing back at the tattered and burnt home, her eyes narrowed on the destruction caused. Walking over to the home, she looked down, feeling the burnt wood with her fingers racing down the beams of charred wood. Suffering etched in the beams, as well as blood.

Wincing in pain, the chain like symbols on her body began to glow a bright gold. Shaking her head in plead, she knew she couldn't experience this yet. She wasn't ready to be a full Sythrin. Not now. Not while she was in pain from the suffering and losses that racked her memories and heart. Hissing as her eyes magnified a vermilion-black, coursing upon rage, the symbols began to embed in her flesh, burning like a brand on an animal. The same chain-like symbols began to lace around her neck like a necklace. Clawing at her neck, she couldn't feel them. Snarling, the burn began. The symbols embedded in her flesh, making them permanent to her skin and image. The symbols were of the Seethen language. Only she could understand what they meant. Hissing, she stood tall, focusing her eyes on the home.

Sethla knelt by her, placing her head around her in a hug-like fashion; she spoke, I am here my dear. Her wings draped around Razen protectively. I will always be here.

Razen placed her hand on Sethla's muzzle with a weak smile, feeling assured in the presence. Razen always knew she would have Sethla at her side, always and forever. Death could never tear them apart. 'I know I do and I always will. This family of the damned curse could never tear you apart. Never.' Feeling the wings around her sides, she felt like she was in a membrane of protection. Assured, but not fully, she understood and felt at ease... for now.

Sethla nuzzled her. She looked at the wreck. Who either shall of done this deserves a fate worse then death..

Razen looked at Sethla, then at the burnt home. Walking from her dragon, feeling her wing drop from her side, she placed her hand once more on the charred beam, feeling the pain. Hearing the screams of death and suffering in her mind, her children calling for her name. Then, she realized the barricaded door. "They couldn't get out," Razen spoke. "They were trapped. Like a dog in a bear trap." Razen felt through the wood, then paused at the door. Hissing, she hammered her foot against the door, breaking it down to the charred, ash-filled floor. "You're right, Sethla. They do deserve more than death."

Sethla snarled, Believe me.. we can give it to them. Easily. Painfully. A smile crept onto her as the madness in her mind shown slightly. What she could do? With Razen? Anything. She snarled.

"Being very sanguinary, I level out well enough with the ordeal," Razen replied. "But this work of art wasn't by an ordinary demon or human. No. This work of art was done by my kind: Seethen and Syneath. Much more than your breed, as to what I know of my culture and yours - little in yours." Hissing, Razen kicked a beam out of her way, walking into the charred home. The house fled with screams of pain and suffering. It was all that was left now in the home. Suffering, death, blood-stained floors and walls. Nothing was left. No one but her in her family. She was the only one left. The only descendant from her family.

Walking forward, a human-like figure sat on the floor. It was a similar resemblance to a mother cratering a child. The figure was a charred-black, slouched over like it was protecting something. Walking to the figure, she placed her hand over the shoulder. Taken aback, Razen staggered, only to watch the image fall to nothing but ash. It was all but piled ash. As the figure collapsed to the ground, a skull fled out of the dust, two smaller ones rolling off to the side. James and Riordan. Collapsing to her knees, Razen hammered her fists against the tiled floor, breaking the tile instantly with blunt force. "I am sorry," she spoke in a soft, cracking tone. It was low for a dragon to hear, but enough sorrow to show plead and regret; sorrow trembling on the inside.

Seth walked inside, nails dug into the floorboard she was careful not to yank them out, 'else the wood would come as well. She knelt her head down and her nostrils flared angrily, I do not like this. Why did they do it? Why did they flee afterwords? It makes no sense to me... She raised her head and looked up at the sky then back at her rider. She walked to her and knelt down by her, joints bending in response. She spoke, All is not lost. Hope runs deep, although what is dead cannot be fixed. There are ways, other ways then the dark madness. I know of something. How? I cannot know or tell, but, in my world, my culture, there is a legion called Rival. And in that legion there are certain laws or rules. Guidelines really that are never yet always followed.

Those rules are simple one words: Regret, Remorse, Revenge, Redemption, Rival. What this means is plain, use the first two to fuel the third, and then forth comes the fourth. With that, you become an enemy, a Rival. Do not ask how I know this for even I am eluded of the answer.


She turned her head and looked at the ashes and skull. We must not be like Satherone or any other Abyssian that I have seemed to born with knowledge of. We must use madness as a driving force, but also use the feelings of pain, sorrow, and become War driven. And hence Revenge will come.

Razen herd every word that came from Seth. Nodding at every paragraph she spoke of, listening in, grabbing the knowledge that fled freely to her demeaning mind, she crouched low to the ashes and skulls. Pulling her hand from her side, Razen cupped some of the ash in her hands. Closing her eyes, the chained markings on her body began to glow the golden color they progressed. Speaking in the non-native tongue on Earth, Seethen, the two symbols on the front faces of her hands began to glow a turquoise-blue. Spreading her hand over the ash, sprinkling what was in her hand over, the ashes began to dissolve, along with the skulls, turning into dust in the wind.

The floor was clear from the death of her family, but the torture still aroused in the home. The faint screams of agony were still left behind, coursing their ways to her and throughout the entire house. "You asked why, am I correct?" Razen asked, placing her hands on her knees, raising her body to a straight stance. Her image resembling that of an elf, and that is common in Seethens. "Why they would do this... is because a Seethen is the forbidden race of Nyrvyria. The Sythrin are betrayed of the Frost Breed, forced under genocide to rapine or massacre the Seethen breed. Their dragons, the Feral Breed, as well. But a Syneath is more powerful than their dragons. Even a forceful group in large numbers is no match. But, you take down the rider... all is lost and gone... forever." Razen stood, turning around to face her dragon, anger arousing in her eyes.

Seth growled, That is not right! Why are they forbidden? That is wrong. That is a blame of fault to what one is and has done for on resentful issue of fate? That is discrimination and that is one thing that I know I hate. She raised her head, arching her back, the spikes rising on her spine as she growled. They will play their game. And we will play ours. We will play our own trumpet card.

Lowering her head, I know you loved them. That is why I will help, that and the fact that you are my rider, my heart, my blood. I will always be there to help. Even if I was dieing or dead, I would help.

"We are forbidden for the cause of nearly destroying our home from a bred of dragon know as the Syneath. A vile dragon ruined our hopes of living in Lair. A dragon named Synile. I was once hers, but I... I left. I didn't want to be apart of it no more. Syneath didn't abide by the Nyrvyrian rules. Causing stability and rule into chaos of feral creatures." Razen spoke, replying to what Seth had asked. "It is cruel to ban us all, but it was under the safety of the denizens of Nyrvyria. I can agree to that, but what I don't agree with is banning the innocent. The vile had to be put to death, but nonetheless they escaped with the feral words to their names and bones. That is why I have these markings for my entire life. So the Fallen can distinguish who is Sythrin, Slithid, Vydyr, Sytsk, and all."

"Love is a strong passion, Sethla. It is what sincerely brought you to me in the first place. But a bond is more conceded and fair than love could ever deliver in its path. Death is at her wake, waiting to grasp a victim in her hands. We must allow her that!"

Seth snarled, a warm yet formidable snarl, not towards Razen. Foes are villains to those they are against. It is wrong. Love got us in this mess.. But we can make it clean.. For love will get us out. And as for the Ban... We, as my view, can do not a thing. She raised her head and looked around, eyes calm now. But she was restless, tail flicking, claws retracting and sinking into the floorboard only to sheath and come back out.

"There is nothing we can do. It is a burden I carry along in my flesh. You words speak the moral truth," Razen replied, walking over to Seth, placing her hand on her foreleg.

Hissing, the sounds of wing-beats began to pound, prodding against the flanks of the dragon. Eyes scanning, there was nothing in sight.

Seth nodded, then.. she heard it - the pounding of the dragons' wings. She snarled and snapped her head up, jaws cracking open and closing with a loud snap. Her tail struck viciously against the floor.

Now... was the time... of a new era and the beginning of a Seethen and Syn breed bonding as one.

Now:
Since then of the reincarnation, her re-birth by her son, Marcus, Razen now is bonded by her dragon, Sethla Meesha (of the Syneath breed) riding and coursing with her rider as they prove as one.

Memo

What is war? I cannot explain the decency of coping with these... these outer balanced and vile subjects. Why start war, when all your going to get is ravage and decimation in the end, as well as the annihilation of that whom started it all. Why keep it astray? Why not start anew? Make a new beginning to with, and hopes, to stand it all? I speak not of riddles of rhymes, but the mere truth of this today. Why take balance out and replace it, with not only violent tragedies, but the ripped apart desires of those that wished not of what to come? I question my thoughts only to get those who understand to understand more. To show that their not alone and I am the one who will understand these provisions.

Why not keep the ways of hostility and vengeance? Why replace them with war and weakness? To those who doubt and miss understand these accusations, then you do not understand the full potential that I am giving you. Not only do you wreak the understanding, you also disable the meaning to understand. I don't ask for hostility and vengeance; I ask for nobility and resentment. Despite their best efforts at keeping this place 'stable'; I meet my stellar standards to a higher, more, unprecedented provisions. So, is it today where we meet death? Or is it now that we make war our own standards of living? Does this not make us a 'higher' race of species? Or does this make us the more 'volatile' species known to man?
-Notes taken from Razen's Notebook

Disclaimer: Sethla Meesha belongs to Sangyne, Razen belonging to me. If you want to have proof of the story, the Story came from our Rp she started, "Syne's Delight." Link here.)
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