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Chapter 1 - Beginnings
Aurèlie Corriveau was born into a small but affluent family, consisting of her father, her older sister, and her older brother. Her family had retained the position of headsmen for the royal family of Tormonde for many generations and it was one they held proudly. Every member was thoroughly prepared for the job, so that they may be prepared to take the place of the current holder of the position. Aurèlie’s father made sure many of her formative years were spent learning essential topics to understanding such a gruesome profession; learning about human anatomy from medical books(to precisely kill or wound the criminals in a humane way), practicing her swordsmanship on dummies (for beheadings of course), and occasionally being taken to watch an execution(during which she could enter and explore the royal palace). Though these efforts were praised by her father, Aurèlie knew that these skills would serve another purpose, though she was still waiting to find what that purpose was.
The process of discovering this calling was initially a daunting endeavor. Executioners (even if they were royally appointed) faced exclusion from many in society, as the art of execution was considered one of the dark trades. Thus, when she sought guidance from the advisors and scholars among the royal courts, most shunned and ignored her due to the position her family held. She eventually tried consulting another outcast, a local wise man who claimed to have been a seer for the nearby baron many years ago. The girl concluded if there was anyone who had a chance to foretell her future, it would be someone just as disgraced as herself. After paying him for his services, he attempted to use what remained of his foresight to try and discern any sort of potential she might possess...and was taken aback. Aurèlie was effectively a wellspring of untapped magical energy but with the way her aura was leaning, she possessed an almost uncanny aptitude for the dark arts. Though by the time he looked back up to warn her of the danger, the girl was already moving towards her home with a spring in her step. Despite the inherent risks of dark magic, Aurélie felt confident that she could harness these powers while avoiding the corruptive nature that came with them.
Aurèlie continued studying and maintaining the schedule set by her father, though with a sudden fixation on the royal library added into the mix. There, among the towering shelves of books, she would take notes on the various practices and spells revolving around necromancy and eldritch magic, she slowly built up her skill over her teenage years. Given the stigma surrounding the practice of such arts, Aurèlie made sure to learn other magics, particularly those revolving around the restoration. Once her skill in both the light and the dark sides of the arcane was significantly built up, she decided to break the news to her father. As expected, this began quite the debate, lasting over a few months until he eventually ejected her from his home and disowned her. Aurèlie wasn't one to take the high road, of course, taking a significant chunk of his funds along with her (and created an illusion to make him think otherwise) as she left to finance the cost of proper training and to establish herself in a new city. Looking upon her childhood home, Aurelie swore she’d rebuild herself as a proper noble and a mage of the highest caliber, rising to heights her family would never achieve.
Pretending to be a healer for a short period of time, the necromancer posed as a nun for a short while. The training was purely for the certification that came with it, which ensured she was a trusted mage (under an alias ) when it came to healing and restoration. But to fund the lavish lifestyle she needed, the mage needed connections. Eventually settling into a well-off, remote keep in the town of Perpiseau, she began to build connections with many of the local families, who paid generous amounts of money for her to cure their ailments and conditions, even serving as a personal doctor for the town guard. The bounties of these services eventually allowed her to amass enough of a fortune to establish herself as a patron for local artists and artisans, making her all the more prosperous until she eventually joined the ranks of the elite almost a decade later.
Chapter 2 - A Higher Goal
Having gone from an exiled necromancer to a well-respected practitioner of restorative magic, the young mage found herself abstaining from the black magic that had gotten her exiled. While part of her remained content to live a quieter life, the aspirations she had strayed from continued to tug at her heartstrings, enticing her to use this new life as a means to fund a much grander venture. She continued to fend off these errant thoughts, thinking of them as nothing more than whimsy. However, this changed the moment war had entered their city. When Tormonde became locked in a deadly border conflict with an army of nomadic raiders, Perpiseau served as a point of contention between the two armies. Serving as the only pass through the inhospitable mountains, its capture would cement the presence of this rival faction in the region.
With only a small number of guards to defend the city, and reinforcements being bogged down, people from all walks of life living in the town were conscripted into service. Aurelie, predictably, had been placed in charge of tending to the wounded and organizing a triage system for subordinate medics to follow. After every unsuccessful push of the enemy, her unit moved in, lugging the injured off of the lines under the cover of friendly arrows and fire. Of course, this support wasn’t always a given, leading to her fending off small bands of enemy soldiers to protect her subordinates. With a stalemate on both sides of the conflict, the mage observed the techniques employed by both parties in the conflict; formulating a plan of her own.
After a month of repelling attacks, the mage found Perpiseau’s forces on their last legs. With the enemy host growing stronger by the day, and reinforcements bogged down by the snowy weather, the possibility of the town being overwhelmed by these marauders became increasingly real. With talk of retreat becoming increasingly common among the troops, it seemed that this would be the end of her ambitions, as well as the start of another widespread conflict that could consume other cities like Perpiseau. As the weight of this realization burrowed into her shoulders, she harkened back to those longing whispers, ghastly wails telling her to resume her practice of the dark arts. With the fate of both her goals and the town in her hands, Aurelie got to work in preparing an army of the dead.
In a single siege, the enemy camp had been utterly crushed by the undead rabble. As Aurelie’s already sizable force shambled towards the sleeping tents of the enemies, their numbers only grew. Frostbitten bones and corpses rose back up, weapons still in hand, for their final mission. While Aurelie ended up becoming gravely wounded while commanding her troops, her concentration over this necrotic legion held, allowing them to decimate the enemy force and drive them back over the mountains. Allied scouts were quick to observe the fighting, as the substantial undead horde mindlessly pursued the retreating group over the mountains, and even quicker to apprehend the necromancer who set them loose in the first place. Necromancy remained a crime, after all, within the borders of Tormonde. While opinion remained mixed on whether to hang or pardon Aurelie for her efforts, the court of public opinion had managed to settle on a compromise; temporary exile. While her home and assets were to be protected, she would not be allowed to set foot in the city for the next five years.
With her bags once again packed with casting components and the equipment necessary to maintain her longsword, Aurelie had nearly ended up right where she started; back on the road after an unexpected exile. However, rather than hiding the dark arts she practiced, the lich decided to be far more open about using such magic. While her efforts had cost her dearly this time around, she had prevented the city from falling into the clutches of those blood-thirsty marauders from over the pass. Necrotic energy like this could be controlled and tempered by her well-trained hands, allowing her to use an inherently dark power for both her higher purpose and for heroics. Thus, for the next five years, Aurelie made it her mission to explore and travel the world to not only build her power-up but to leave places better off than she found them.
Chapter 3 - Adventuring and Lichdom
The road to joining a proper adventuring party proved difficult for the well-intentioned necromancer; taboos and exile aside. Her lack of experience made several groups hesitant to take her along. Necromancy and it’s dangers were akin to playing with fire, after all. Who knew how each “burn” of the negative magic would affect her party members? In conjunction with her temporary exile, Aurelie became far more jaded about her chances of success and resorted to taking odd jobs by herself for the initial stages of this process. This ranged from various roles as a guard, to a temporary servant for the nobility she once belonged to. While many of her employers were skeptical of her necromantic power source, Aurelie assured them that no harm would come to them. These experiences helped her to not only perform her tasks exceptionally but develop her morals regarding her necromancy to kill the time. Abstaining from the use of souls to power her minions, she could easily power through the corruption negative energy brought with it.
As several years passed, and word began to spread of her reliability, she eventually began to join up with several parties. Though these groups were terminated after one or two encounters, Aurelie nevertheless began to grow in renown. Whereas many novices might stumble, the hardships of her life beforehand had paid off in dividends, even in the case of failed tasked. The necromancer knew that experience truly was her best teacher, so she rarely stuck to one party for a significant amount of time; never truly having a lasting relationship with many of her comrades (save for a select few). While her reputation as a hero remained controversial due to the necrotic magic she employed, the mage kept her morals intact when it came to her powers, and used it to benefit both her employers and those in need of assistance. Along with this, her power had grown substantially; bordering on the edge of what one might consider an archmage. Her powers had also begun to take root in her appearance, turning her dark locks into a dull, flaxen hue and her emerald orbs into pallid pools. Her body seemed eternally trapped in her twenties, despite the lich starting to push into her mid-thirties. With such a significant effect on her appearance, the mage did something unexpected; considered her mortality.
Given the inevitable taint on her soul from performing necromancy, Aurelie knew that her soul could only be sustained through the foul process of lichdom. But the thought of abandoning her ideals to become the most fearsome abomination necromancy could offer, would go against what she had lived for. Despite the assurances of her closest compatriots, the necromancer refused the notion that death would come for her, before simply retreating into a life of obscurity back in Perpiseau, helping the occasional customer while searching for her answer to lichdom. The praises and jeers from longtime friends and opponents simply seemed to roll off her back as she reclaimed her keep and her wealth; having only added to the fund with the riches that came from her occupation. With enough wealth to sustain the costs of her research, the necromancer dug in and searched for an answer to her problem.
While the process tested her mettle, her resolve seemed to only grow stronger the longer she waited. Eventually, after years and hundreds of thousands of hours, her answer had arrived in the form of a ritual. Rather than trading her life for power, she continued to build up her arcane reservoirs of magic for an equivalent exchange of power. Aure also avoided the aid of other necromancers or beings such as Vecna or Orcus, forging her path to immortality. In the end, it came down to simply drinking a potion, painstakingly crafted using the wellspring of necrotic energy inside of her soul. Knowing that such a process needed to be carried out in secret, Aurelie relocated herself to the lowest reaches of the crypt, along with the majority of her assets and her phylactery, sealing herself off within an empty burial chamber to conduct the deed. Chugging the potion down in its entirety, Aurelie wondered if her pursuit of the arcane had truly been worth it in the end, before passing out.
Chapter 4 - The Price of Immortality
Aurelie spent the next year and a half spent in a deathlike coma as her body transformed and recovered from the brew. Replacing her blood with a purplish-red mix of negative ichor to preserve her appearance and make her seem “alive”, this new lich found herself weaken and trapped within the burial chamber. Unable to activate the magical sigil on the door, Aurelie could only shout for help, for the time being, clinging onto her spellbook in the hopes that it could somehow save her. This near-total isolation had been something...new for the necromancer. Accustomed to some form of human contact, by the time she managed to dig herself from the rubble, a good deal had changed about her. While there seemed to be nothing outwardly wrong, both the process and the isolation had left her wracked with an obsessive need for companionship, a vitriolic ire that smoldered deep within her, and becoming prone to hiding her emotions. All of these worked well in the centuries that followed, allowing her to live a peaceful life in the town while the years rolled on by.
(WIP)
Measuring around six feet and five inches tall (195 cm tall) (Her draconic form is roughly nine feet and five inches tall) and weighing roughly two hundred pounds, she has an impressive height, though not leaning a bit on the absurd side of things. Despite her mostly sedentary lifestyle, she has a somewhat toned build, providing her form with an almost perfect equilibrium between softer and firmer flesh. Her skin has a somewhat pale complexion, though she tans easily during the summer as opposed to burning.The flesh is also quite supple, making her appear and feel as though she has been untouched by the rigorous training of her youth (thanks to a little something called lichdom). Aurélie’s body has an ideal hourglass physique, leaving her neither top heavy or bottom heavy.
Starting with her head, Aurèlie’s hair is a pale shade of lilac, a common side effect of long term exposure to necromantic energies. She often grows this mane down past her shoulders during the fall and winter, while sticking with a shorter cut during the summer. Despite the somewhat wild look, the mage makes sure that it is well maintained. A variety of exotic conditioners, shampoos, and soft water leave each strand feeling smoother than silk. Another condition brought on by her affinity for the dark arts is her eye color. Having gone from a dark green to a brilliant gold over the course of her teen years, they often glow faintly due to the powerful magic dwelling inside of her body. When the necromancer is feeling particularly emotional, the glow intensifies, as though her eyes are a smouldering fire.
Moving on to her torso, the mage’s shoulders are somewhat broadly set, complementing the more toned features of her body with a sturdier physique. Her chest is graciously endowed, her breasts ranging around the huge side in terms of their size.Her stomach is mostly toned with a light layer of pudge, removing a bit of firmness in exchange for a much softer feel to the flesh overall. This layer of pudge tends to grow during her binges, making her stomach even softer to the touch following a meal.
Aurèlie’s rear is generously padded, each one of those unblemished asscheeks far larger than a basketball ball in circumference and as soft as a newborn’s skin . Her thighs are also rather thick, being nearly perfectly proportional to her derriere in comparison, though they possess more muscle than fat. Her calves and legs are softer in their tone, but possess more firmness than her thighs or her rump. Her feet are soft to the touch, due to the rigorous skincare routine she undergoes.
Based on appearance alone, it’s hard for many to picture Aurèlie as anything but the sweet, reserved healer that travels around the city. Which is exactly why nobody suspects her to be a morally necromancer unless they note the more unusual aspects of her appearance. Those who pry into her more secretive affairs have a habit of vanishing, only to return a few days later with no memory of what had occurred.
There are a number of reasons behind Aurèlie’s stilted personality. Exposure to death at a young age, social isolation brought on by her family’s status, and other factors have developed the necromancer into who she is today.
Her main issue stems from her desensitivity. Save for a select few emotions, Aurèlie tends not to experience or process feelings in the same manner as a typical person. As a result, she learned how to act, a skill that helped her hide her practice of the dark arts while maintaining the persona of the town doctor or resident wizard. Though she genuinely tries to treat those around her with kindness and respect, she conceals other aspects of her nature with a laugh or by playing them off as a failed attempt at humor.
If a stranger were to observe the shifts in Aurèlie’s personality throughout her day, most would assume she’s schizophrenic. Capable of transitioning from a loveable, somewhat clueless girl to a cold, calculated, and well-spoken scholar in the mere blink of an eye, it can be hard to pin down who Aurèlie actually is for those close to her. Though these various masks and roles she adopts shelter her from various troubles, such as the law, clerics, and taxes, she struggles to find comfort in the rare moments of solace and respite she can find.
Having acted for so long, it’s simple to understand why a genuine connection is hard for her to grasp and maintain. Defenses and excuses surround this vulnerability, and grant her a borderline narcissist level of self confidence during the best times, while making her feel like utter dirt during the hardships of her life. These two extremes often end up driving people away, along with her constantly changing nature. If one can carefully navigate these barriers to eventually reach the person inside, they are met with something somewhat surprising; a confident, loyal, and steadfast ally who tends to get a bit wild when it comes to topics or people that interest them.
Once Aurè experiences this genuine connection with another, a brief period of obsessive behavior ensues for a few weeks. Aurelie will become over-protective and controlling in the relationship, often violating social norms in the process. As much as she tries to suppress this aspect of herself, it will always manifest in some form or another. Ironically, this behavior is primarily caused by the fear of losing this special person (which the period often results in ) and Aurè putting up yet another barricade to avoid this from repeating itself. Should the relationship survive, with Aurè managing to keep the obsessive tendencies in check, things will dial down and become a healthy, almost ideal relationship whether it’s platonic or romantic.
Necromancy
- Animate Dead
- Body Snatch
- Boil Blood
- Chain Pain
- Consumptive Malice
- Eyebite
- Inflict Wounds
- Shadow Warp
- Snake-skin!
- Finger of Death
- Mass Harm
- Break
- True Resurrection
Aure's attempt at cosplaying a Sister of Battle.
For a better perspective on her proportions.
She can also be played in her original form!
Aure converting Sarah_Walker into more booba!
Aure smushing Saffron_The_Keen!
Aurelie's dracolich form. Text will be red when it is active.
A gift from my wonderful friend AsterFynch! Aure just keeps on eating that catboy no matter how fat her ass gets, huh?