Anathema of the Vendetta

Sing, Iselsi Caim, sing of the Vendetta of the Iselsi.

Raised as a dynast, born into the shadows to die in the shadows. The name is stripped away, and replaced with a new one.

Sing, Suzemi Ohga, sing the secrets of your hosts to your superiors.

Waiting each day, becoming the mask. Embracing the lie, living it, loving it. Praying that the time will come that you can claim your blood right, and become a true dragon.

Sing, Suzemi Ohga, sing of the future in your dreams.

You learn of the treasonous plot, and are faced with the decision. Allow them to carry out the coup and seize more power, or destroy them and return to your house with the news that you have failed.

Sing, Suzemi Ohga, sing of the tragedy that awaits.

A new path, a path revealed by the ceremonial sword you were given as a vassal to the house. Unsheathe your claws, and fight. Slaughter them all, and burn down the house. Die as the dragon you sought to become. Cast off the mask, take back your name.

Sing, Iselsi Caim, sing your funeral dirge.

The light of the sun burns bright in your heart, yet you are not the dawn. You are the night, you are no longer a dragon. Your birthright is lost, you have become the enemy of your house. You have become the enemy of your kind. You are a dynast no more, you are an Anathema.

Sing, sing of your betrayal to your legacy.

You wander, blade in hand, unwilling to take your own life. You will not end your song. You will sing until your lungs give out.

Sing, Anathema, sing of your lonely road.

You encounter your first real opponent. A dynast. You are unflinching as you reveal your identity, ready to embrace your end should the dragon claim you. You say your name for the first time in months. Iselsi Caim, The Wretched Anathema.

Sing, Iselsi Caim, sing of your name and your twisted fate.

You conquer the dragon, and are filled with a strange sense of pride. You remember the vendetta. You remember your pride. You have found the next verse.

Sing, Iselsi Caim, sing of the new road you walk.

You sing before crowds, You take a false name, You partner with a drake. You are remade by day, a performer who is sought by all hear your voice.  You earn their trust and learn their secrets.

Sing, Bliss in Tranquil Flames, sing so that they will open their hearts to you.

When night falls your encore begins. You take steel in hand and charges forward with blinding speed. Your movements are like a dance, your strikes ring true like notes. When you sing, you end their lives.

Sing, Anathema of the Vendetta, sing of the vengeance you bring.

Iselsi Caim has copper toned skin from his time in the sun. His hair is a platinum blonde that borders on white, worn to the middle of his back. His eyes are blue like polished, clear cut sapphires. His sharp features are concealed by a  dark blue silk veil, and his hair is kept in place by a similar headdress. His right arm is covered from the back of his hand to his upper bicep by a translucent sleeve of dark blue silk, and his upper torso is concealed by opaque dark blue silk, with his pants matching in color, stopping below his knees. His shoes are pointed, and all of his clothes are trimmed in gold, and accented with gold fabric in a flame motif. He wears an elaborately embossed and engraved scimitar with a handguard. The weapon has a flower motif, and is kept quite sharp for a ceremonial blade. A short length of dark blue ribbon trails from the pommel.

Caim has a deep hatred for every dynast born outside of the Iselsi family, largely due to his belief that house Iselsi was punished harshly for their crimes, and the modern houses have not suffered nearly as much for their offenses. With the absence of the empress, Caim believes that he has a duty as a member of house Iselsi to slaughter the other dynasts so his house may rise to glory once again. His status as a night caste also leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Caim believes that his exaltation has doomed him to a death in battle at the hands of a worthy opponent. This has heavily influenced his style of combat and line of work. On the battlefield he attempts to draw as much attention to himself as possible, and when traveling he rides on the back of his partner, Crissegrim, a drake he forged a strong bond with.