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=• Early Life •=
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=• The Basics •=
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Describe your character's life before they became aware of The Secret World.
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==Appearance==
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She stood above the collapsed mesh of steaming gore that had once been a vampire. With her large hands still clasped in tight fists, she brought her healing knuckles up to wipe off the blood that had splattered on her angular face. One of her handlers stared at her, but her steel-blue eyes would not lift to return the glare. They preferred it that way. The Atlantean easily towered over most of them and she always seemed to have a slight, beast-like hunch in her broad shoulders as if she were a bear that had just woken up from hibernation; hungry and ferocious.
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It wasn't her height that they were particularly worried about, though, no matter how imposing her stature was. It was the tightly sculpted muscle that stretched over almost every inch of her frame, often times in places that normal people didn't have it. That didn't surprise them, considering what she was. What made them gawk was how brutally she used her strength and how quickly it adapted to nearly everything they threw at it. Even now, her handler could see her ivory skin shimmering with the nanotechnology that they had failed to replicate. It gave her a porcelain sheen that could easily draw a person's attention to her.
  
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=• The Secret War  •=
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"Get another," a gruff, yet feminine voice rang out. It sounded as he imagined a Valkyrie would: like a mountain being ground into a fine dust while it rang a hollow roar into the wind.
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How did your character become part of the Secret World, and what have they been up to since then?
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==Personality==
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<pre>"You do not fuck with Sventovit. She will scowl at you, threaten your life or disregard your existence entirely, but under no circumstances will you call her bluff because she will deliver. She is a woman of pure determination that's fueled by an anger that has been smoldering longer than most people have been alive. So, before you go and mouth off to her, know this: when you're found with your head caved into an alleyway wall, nobody will mourn for you because you should have known better."</pre>
  
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-Unknown Templar
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=• History  •=
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==Atlantis==
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It's no secret to any of Desdemona's employers that she is an Atlantean. The pale skin, the inability to age, the heightened intelligence, ancient knowledge, enhanced strength and incredible healing abilities all give her away rather quickly. Even if it didn't, that is the first piece of information that she comes forth with and for good reason: She makes it clear that she wants something specific from her employers and the only way to make it worth their while is to show why she's worth the effort.
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While she has given insight to Atlantean technology whenever it's found, she does not speak much of her time during Atlantis. All anyone has are the basics: That she was a commander of some sort and that there was a great cataclysm that she just barely witnessed. It was this apocalypse that some believe likely ended the Third Age and birthed the Fourth.
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==World War II==
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The signing of the Treaty of Sèvres created more terrible problems than it solved. Coupled not only with defeat of their nation, the Germans were also bludgeoned with the responsibility of the First World War. Broken and beaten, Germany fell into an economic crisis the likes of which it had never seen before. In the midst of this chaotic and depressing time, the idea of a German identity was the taste of everyone's tongues. The Thule Society, an occult research organization created by Rudolf von Sebottendorf, was one such organization that sought to find something to inspire Germany. It was during one of their expeditions that found Desdemona's Time Tomb in the sea.
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When they opened up the tomb, they believed that what they'd find was evidence of their claims: remains of the Übermensch, from which they could officially proclaim that all pure-blooded Aryans originated from. They got much more.
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The Atlantean was not so pleased. She lashed out immediately after gaining consciousness. Several men died, but soon her fear and angered ebbed just enough that those strange, small men could talk her down. The German language was easy to understand but hard to speak for Desdemona: she had the mind to easily pick up anything she heard, but she was not used to talking. The Thule Society would not wait for her to be able to speak clearly to them. They managed to convince Desdemona to trust them, then sedated her before transporting her elsewhere.
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Countless tests were run and Desdemona eventually learned to speak once more, yet on the precipice of declared success, the Thule Society was publicly disintegrated. World War II was declared soon after. Desdemona was no fool, however. She knew very well what had occurred: She had been woken up by a people desperate for meaning and power. Those same people took what they could from her and tumbled down the path to create the sort of utopia that Desdemona had described. The flung themselves feverishly at the idea. She should taken their obsession as the first sign. She knew that it would be flawed and she saw it all unfold: The Übermensch. Adolf Hitler. The Nazis. The Final Solution.
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She became Colonel Falkenrath, but she cared for none of it. She saw the world being thrust towards complete obliteration, but she had other aims. The world as it looked in the 4th Age was still young, it seemed. It had grown over the ashes of the 3rd Age and there seemed to be no recollection that the 3rd Age managed to stop its own destruction. Logically, what had come for the 3rd Age may very well be coming for the 4th. So, she searched. What she found was the Filth. Was it the Filth that had devoured the 3rd Age? She couldn't be sure, but she ran into it again and again during her adventures. Guided by a dark whisper in her mind, she followed the black ink wherever it crept. Through battlefields and concentration camps, she followed despair and the Nazis funded her travels, wanting to use The Filth as they had used Desdemona's knowledge.
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Desdemona, however, suspected that the Filth had always been inside of them. With the end of the Nazis came the end of The Thule Society and the trail of the Filth seemingly disappeared. Had The Thule Society really vanished? She couldn't be sure but she didn't care to be sure. They were a tool. Had the Filth vanished? No and something begged Desdemona to find it again.
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==The Cold War==
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When World War 2 ended, Desdemona did not notice at first. The passage of time, the frequency in which things changed in the 4th Age was something that she hadn't gotten used to. What she did notice was that the trail of the Filth no longer huddled around Germany where the wails of millions of innocents were smothered by flames, but instead, the black whispers pulled her behind an iron curtain.
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Like so many others, she discarded her Nazi uniform and escaped in secret. Unlike so many others, she did not seek to hide out her days in other countries, where they enjoyed the beach or took scraps of barely usable high technology to American companies in exchange for amnesty. Instead, she found The Red Hand waiting for her with open arms, stony faces and the nickname "Sventovit"; a slavic God of War.
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In the company of the Soviet Union, she did not find the religious fanatics that had defined the Nazis. The lot in which she cast herself was still as passionate, but they were driven by science and logic rather than legends and mythologies. True, they found interest in Desdemona's status as a living Atlantean, but they did not seek to create a utopia based upon her memories. What they wanted to create, they wanted to create with their own hands, based upon their own genius. Desdemona was not cast to the side, but after they gave her the rank of General, they did little else with her.
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They had other, bloodier, interests with origins in Romania. Still, they knew of the danger that Desdemona could pose and since they couldn't kill her or keep her hostage, the funded her personal missions. She wore their uniforms and she was "loyal", though she remained free to follow the whispers of the Filth wherever they led her. She soon came across The Facility, which had been kept secret from her despite her knowledge of The Red Hand. She didn't mind. The secrets of the Soviets were theirs to keep. However, the Soviets were not as comfortable with Desdemona, who was on a very thin and ineffective leash, knowing about their greatest project. She was caught unaware and turned into a test subject.
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A preliminary test was run on Desdemona, (as they did with each prospective cosmonaut) and at first, nothing out of the ordinary showed itself. As an Atlantean, anything that they did to her either had no effect or was quickly rejected. Wounds healed too quickly to properly study; poisons were forced back out harmlessly through her pores or digested. Whether it be by training or an Atlantean brain, her mind was withstood any sort of abuse.
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Perhaps they would have found a way to kill her. They had to, eventually, for they believed that she could escape at any moment and when she did, she would surely destroy them. If she was honest with herself, she wanted to, but a voice kept telling her to wait. And wait. And wait. It was only a matter of time before the scientists found that Desdemona was harboring Filth inside of her and had been for an unspeakable amount of time. Yet, she clearly wasn't deteriorating.
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The Red Hand within the Facility planned to use that information for their project concerning Anima and Anti-Anima. If they had managed to, Desdemona did not know. There was a terrible accident that rid her of consciousness. Instead of remaining shackled in a secret facility by the Red Hand, she found herself in the grip of The Templars.
  
 
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Revision as of 17:42, 29 June 2017

'Sventovit'
Played by: Unknown
Desdemona Profile.jpg
INFORMATION

Atlantean, female, immortal

Aliases: Colonel Falkenrath, General Armii Sventovit
Nationality: Atlantean
Residence: London
Employer: Inquisitors
Function: Interrogator
Twitter: @EmbracePoseidon


Appearance

She stood above the collapsed mesh of steaming gore that had once been a vampire. With her large hands still clasped in tight fists, she brought her healing knuckles up to wipe off the blood that had splattered on her angular face. One of her handlers stared at her, but her steel-blue eyes would not lift to return the glare. They preferred it that way. The Atlantean easily towered over most of them and she always seemed to have a slight, beast-like hunch in her broad shoulders as if she were a bear that had just woken up from hibernation; hungry and ferocious.

It wasn't her height that they were particularly worried about, though, no matter how imposing her stature was. It was the tightly sculpted muscle that stretched over almost every inch of her frame, often times in places that normal people didn't have it. That didn't surprise them, considering what she was. What made them gawk was how brutally she used her strength and how quickly it adapted to nearly everything they threw at it. Even now, her handler could see her ivory skin shimmering with the nanotechnology that they had failed to replicate. It gave her a porcelain sheen that could easily draw a person's attention to her.

"Get another," a gruff, yet feminine voice rang out. It sounded as he imagined a Valkyrie would: like a mountain being ground into a fine dust while it rang a hollow roar into the wind.

Personality

"You do not fuck with Sventovit. She will scowl at you, threaten your life or disregard your existence entirely, but under no circumstances will you call her bluff because she will deliver. She is a woman of pure determination that's fueled by an anger that has been smoldering longer than most people have been alive. So, before you go and mouth off to her, know this: when you're found with your head caved into an alleyway wall, nobody will mourn for you because you should have known better."

-Unknown Templar


Atlantis

It's no secret to any of Desdemona's employers that she is an Atlantean. The pale skin, the inability to age, the heightened intelligence, ancient knowledge, enhanced strength and incredible healing abilities all give her away rather quickly. Even if it didn't, that is the first piece of information that she comes forth with and for good reason: She makes it clear that she wants something specific from her employers and the only way to make it worth their while is to show why she's worth the effort.

While she has given insight to Atlantean technology whenever it's found, she does not speak much of her time during Atlantis. All anyone has are the basics: That she was a commander of some sort and that there was a great cataclysm that she just barely witnessed. It was this apocalypse that some believe likely ended the Third Age and birthed the Fourth.

World War II

The signing of the Treaty of Sèvres created more terrible problems than it solved. Coupled not only with defeat of their nation, the Germans were also bludgeoned with the responsibility of the First World War. Broken and beaten, Germany fell into an economic crisis the likes of which it had never seen before. In the midst of this chaotic and depressing time, the idea of a German identity was the taste of everyone's tongues. The Thule Society, an occult research organization created by Rudolf von Sebottendorf, was one such organization that sought to find something to inspire Germany. It was during one of their expeditions that found Desdemona's Time Tomb in the sea.

When they opened up the tomb, they believed that what they'd find was evidence of their claims: remains of the Übermensch, from which they could officially proclaim that all pure-blooded Aryans originated from. They got much more.

The Atlantean was not so pleased. She lashed out immediately after gaining consciousness. Several men died, but soon her fear and angered ebbed just enough that those strange, small men could talk her down. The German language was easy to understand but hard to speak for Desdemona: she had the mind to easily pick up anything she heard, but she was not used to talking. The Thule Society would not wait for her to be able to speak clearly to them. They managed to convince Desdemona to trust them, then sedated her before transporting her elsewhere. Countless tests were run and Desdemona eventually learned to speak once more, yet on the precipice of declared success, the Thule Society was publicly disintegrated. World War II was declared soon after. Desdemona was no fool, however. She knew very well what had occurred: She had been woken up by a people desperate for meaning and power. Those same people took what they could from her and tumbled down the path to create the sort of utopia that Desdemona had described. The flung themselves feverishly at the idea. She should taken their obsession as the first sign. She knew that it would be flawed and she saw it all unfold: The Übermensch. Adolf Hitler. The Nazis. The Final Solution.

She became Colonel Falkenrath, but she cared for none of it. She saw the world being thrust towards complete obliteration, but she had other aims. The world as it looked in the 4th Age was still young, it seemed. It had grown over the ashes of the 3rd Age and there seemed to be no recollection that the 3rd Age managed to stop its own destruction. Logically, what had come for the 3rd Age may very well be coming for the 4th. So, she searched. What she found was the Filth. Was it the Filth that had devoured the 3rd Age? She couldn't be sure, but she ran into it again and again during her adventures. Guided by a dark whisper in her mind, she followed the black ink wherever it crept. Through battlefields and concentration camps, she followed despair and the Nazis funded her travels, wanting to use The Filth as they had used Desdemona's knowledge.

Desdemona, however, suspected that the Filth had always been inside of them. With the end of the Nazis came the end of The Thule Society and the trail of the Filth seemingly disappeared. Had The Thule Society really vanished? She couldn't be sure but she didn't care to be sure. They were a tool. Had the Filth vanished? No and something begged Desdemona to find it again.

The Cold War

When World War 2 ended, Desdemona did not notice at first. The passage of time, the frequency in which things changed in the 4th Age was something that she hadn't gotten used to. What she did notice was that the trail of the Filth no longer huddled around Germany where the wails of millions of innocents were smothered by flames, but instead, the black whispers pulled her behind an iron curtain.

Like so many others, she discarded her Nazi uniform and escaped in secret. Unlike so many others, she did not seek to hide out her days in other countries, where they enjoyed the beach or took scraps of barely usable high technology to American companies in exchange for amnesty. Instead, she found The Red Hand waiting for her with open arms, stony faces and the nickname "Sventovit"; a slavic God of War.

In the company of the Soviet Union, she did not find the religious fanatics that had defined the Nazis. The lot in which she cast herself was still as passionate, but they were driven by science and logic rather than legends and mythologies. True, they found interest in Desdemona's status as a living Atlantean, but they did not seek to create a utopia based upon her memories. What they wanted to create, they wanted to create with their own hands, based upon their own genius. Desdemona was not cast to the side, but after they gave her the rank of General, they did little else with her.

They had other, bloodier, interests with origins in Romania. Still, they knew of the danger that Desdemona could pose and since they couldn't kill her or keep her hostage, the funded her personal missions. She wore their uniforms and she was "loyal", though she remained free to follow the whispers of the Filth wherever they led her. She soon came across The Facility, which had been kept secret from her despite her knowledge of The Red Hand. She didn't mind. The secrets of the Soviets were theirs to keep. However, the Soviets were not as comfortable with Desdemona, who was on a very thin and ineffective leash, knowing about their greatest project. She was caught unaware and turned into a test subject.

A preliminary test was run on Desdemona, (as they did with each prospective cosmonaut) and at first, nothing out of the ordinary showed itself. As an Atlantean, anything that they did to her either had no effect or was quickly rejected. Wounds healed too quickly to properly study; poisons were forced back out harmlessly through her pores or digested. Whether it be by training or an Atlantean brain, her mind was withstood any sort of abuse.

Perhaps they would have found a way to kill her. They had to, eventually, for they believed that she could escape at any moment and when she did, she would surely destroy them. If she was honest with herself, she wanted to, but a voice kept telling her to wait. And wait. And wait. It was only a matter of time before the scientists found that Desdemona was harboring Filth inside of her and had been for an unspeakable amount of time. Yet, she clearly wasn't deteriorating.

The Red Hand within the Facility planned to use that information for their project concerning Anima and Anti-Anima. If they had managed to, Desdemona did not know. There was a terrible accident that rid her of consciousness. Instead of remaining shackled in a secret facility by the Red Hand, she found herself in the grip of The Templars.

If your character existed in TSW (The Secret World) before coming to SWL (Secret World Legends) -- how do you treat the transition? Are they exactly the same? Did they suffer memory loss? Are they some 'alternate reality' version of themselves?


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