Miedvied/Pygmalio
Pygmalio's Beloved
Not every Lunar was as attractive as the next. Though few achieved the truly hideous states of the Abyssal Exalted, there were some whose bodies reflected the turmoil of the beasts dwelling within them.
One such Lunar, Pygmalio, was a craftsman of no little renown. His heart beset by loneliness, and his body so horribly wretched that neither woman nor bitch would be his mate, he set to work with his hands, on a work of art that would serve as his only consolation.
Pygmalio's work went on for as many years again as he had already lived. When completed, it was a work crafted of moonsilver flesh, moist morning grass hair, drops of lake water at the height of noon for eyes, and half of his own heart within her chest.
Luna herself cast a ray of her own light upon Pygmalio's Beloved, and gave her a mind; the capacity to love and to be loved, and to take the form of whatever her lover desires.
She lived for many years as Pygmalio's lover; until the turning of the Age, when Dragon-Blooded on the hunt for Solars came upon the small clearing that belonged to Pygmalio, and slew him in his sleep.
The Dragon-Blood that slew Pygmalio could not do the same to his beloved, for upon Pygmalio's death, she immediately reformed in the shape of that Prince's greatest desire, and he could not bring his blade to her neck. He chained her, and brought her back to the Realm as his prize.
Unfortunately, Pygmalio's Beloved still holds her creator's heart. As much as she wishes to love, she finds that as she has passed from owner to owner in the guise of a slave, none have loved /her/ as Pygmalio did. They love only what they see her as; as what they desire. She plays wife to one man, daughter to another, lost crush to a third, but never herself.
Had she had her own heart, she might have found the deep sadness in her buxom sufficient to drive her to suicide. However, holding Pygmalio's heart, she carries the spark of animalistic anger that Pygmalio has always possessed; and which was only heightened upon his death.
It happens, now, that Pygmalio's Beloved can go on playing her roles for only so long, before she grows bitter at being "used", as she sees it, and slaughtering her newest lover, before escaping into the night. Often she finds another home, slaughters the youngest female among the household, and replaces her - living as a loved one for as long as she can, before the anger overrides her.
More and more often these days, however, these periods of feeling loved are growing shorter, and her anger greater. She fears that perhaps with her Creator's heart she has inherited his mind as well; and he may be seeking to claim her body as his own, with which to wreak vengeance.
Only time will tell.
Name: Pygmalio's Beloved, or whomever she happens to be impersonating at
the moment
Nature: Follower
Attributes Strength: 2 - 4 (as appropriate for her current form), Dexterity: 3-5 (as
appropriate), Stamina: 2-4 (as app.), Appearance: 4-6 (usually enhances
the image of those that her newest lover desires), Charisma: 3,
Manipulation: 5, Perception: 4, Intelligence: 2, Wits: 5
Abilities: Brawl 3, Performance 4 (Masquerading as others +3), Resistance
1, Survival 1, Investigation 2, Craft 1, Lore 1, Athletics 2, Awareness
2, Larceny 1, Stealth 4, Socialize 4
Willpower: 6
Virtues:Compassion 4, Valor 2, Temperance 3, Conviction 2
Essence: 1
HL's: -0 / -0 / -1 / -1 / -1 / -2 / -2 / -4 / Inc.
Notes: Does not heal as a normal person. However, when under the
moon's light, begins to regenerate one bashing per turn, and one lethal
per hour.
For purposes of being damaged by certain charms, Pygmalio's Beloved is an object/artifact, not a living creature. She is not affected by charms that deal damage to Wyld creatures.
If Pygmalio does ever take control of her mind, give her her maximum physical attributes, add Survival 3, Melee 4, Brawl 3, Archery 3, Crafts 5, and Occult 4 to her attributes, and she becomes an Essence 3 being, with a list of charms equivalent to a very experienced Lunar. His totem animal has been warped due to his time without a true form, and is now the Chimera.
