Mirien Valdier
Ice Queen
Tygara - Mirien Valdier's Apartment
Her past had always been such a mystery. Twenty years of her life were stolen from her in an unfortunate accident. That accident landed her in the custody of the Atrisian Empire. There she served a purpose and her past, as much as they possibly could, was hidden from her. They didn't want her to remember and there was a small part of Mirien that didn't want to remember either.
Fate had led her to learn of a few of the horrors she had participated in willingly. Though she couldn't remember stabbing Coryth, Coryth remembered. Coryth angry was probably the most frightening thing Mirien had ever witnessed, not that she'd admit to it. Redhead rage was always something to fear, and for good reason. Had Siobhan not been there, the broken nose Coryth had given Mirien would have hardly been the final injury she received. In fact, it was unlikely that Mirien would have survived that encounter with the tiny and deceptively powerful redhead.
There had also been the events on Gehenna that led her to discover her past had been among the monsters there. She'd run away from something. What had she run from? Mirien didn't know for certain. Her journals of that time that were given to her, hinted of rather horrific deeds a family member had done to her. But those journals only accounted for maybe five years of the twenty that Mirien had lost. There was still so much that was missing from her mind. And to add further confusion, there were senses of the familiar when she had visited a few places. Places that she was certain she'd never stepped foot in before. Her body seemed to remember but her mind failed her.
Lately, Mirien had been having frequent and quite gory nightmares. The kind of thing that even the dark Grand Inquisitor would wake from in a cold icy sweat. Recently they had been getting worse, more detailed, vivid and terrifying. And to terrify her, was quite the task. It took a literal hell in her mind to frighten her. Or a pissed off redhead.
With these dreams came small flashes, fragments of what seemed like memories appearing in her waking hours. The longer this went on the more Mirien seemed to slip away. She wasn't quite herself anymore. Each dream, each fragment of memory seemed to pull her deeper into the abyss.
On this particular night, it had taken Mirien hours to fall asleep. Still, the nightmares plagued her. This time, it was more real than any of the others she had before. She could reach out and touch the frigid chains that locked her prey in place and the coldness sunk deep into her skin. The man she'd found, she could hear his pleas for her to release him and yet she circled him without feeling, ignoring every word as she sank into the force, letting his fear drive her.
It didn't take long for her to begin to torture the poor soul, castrating him before she slowly took him apart, digit by digit on his fingers and toes and kept working from there. She only stopped when he passed out and waited for him to wake. It wasn't any fun if her catch couldn't feel the pain, couldn't squirm against her touch. And while most of her resisted this idea, there was a small part of her that seemed to be loving this. If only she knew this dream, wasn't a dream. It was a horrific memory from a time Mirien would desperately yearn to forget soon enough.
Her eyes snapped open in the darkness of her apartment. For a change they were completely dead, all emotion had disappeared from her body. She wasn't the same woman. This was the Mirien that had long been forgotten about. There would be no kindness here, no mercy with this one. There would be no warmth hidden beneath layers of ice. No, this version of herself was all ice.
Methodically she moved through her apartment gathering a duffel of gear. No note, no message to Siobhan or anyone else as she slipped off into the night and headed for her personal ship. For she had things to do, and an itch to scratch. The goal was simple, walk the old hunting grounds. It was time to revisit the past. Who she had been would soon have to fight who she had become, to survive. With luck, with help, she might find her way back home, away from the monster she once was.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Her past had always been such a mystery. Twenty years of her life were stolen from her in an unfortunate accident. That accident landed her in the custody of the Atrisian Empire. There she served a purpose and her past, as much as they possibly could, was hidden from her. They didn't want her to remember and there was a small part of Mirien that didn't want to remember either.
Fate had led her to learn of a few of the horrors she had participated in willingly. Though she couldn't remember stabbing Coryth, Coryth remembered. Coryth angry was probably the most frightening thing Mirien had ever witnessed, not that she'd admit to it. Redhead rage was always something to fear, and for good reason. Had Siobhan not been there, the broken nose Coryth had given Mirien would have hardly been the final injury she received. In fact, it was unlikely that Mirien would have survived that encounter with the tiny and deceptively powerful redhead.
There had also been the events on Gehenna that led her to discover her past had been among the monsters there. She'd run away from something. What had she run from? Mirien didn't know for certain. Her journals of that time that were given to her, hinted of rather horrific deeds a family member had done to her. But those journals only accounted for maybe five years of the twenty that Mirien had lost. There was still so much that was missing from her mind. And to add further confusion, there were senses of the familiar when she had visited a few places. Places that she was certain she'd never stepped foot in before. Her body seemed to remember but her mind failed her.
Lately, Mirien had been having frequent and quite gory nightmares. The kind of thing that even the dark Grand Inquisitor would wake from in a cold icy sweat. Recently they had been getting worse, more detailed, vivid and terrifying. And to terrify her, was quite the task. It took a literal hell in her mind to frighten her. Or a pissed off redhead.
With these dreams came small flashes, fragments of what seemed like memories appearing in her waking hours. The longer this went on the more Mirien seemed to slip away. She wasn't quite herself anymore. Each dream, each fragment of memory seemed to pull her deeper into the abyss.
On this particular night, it had taken Mirien hours to fall asleep. Still, the nightmares plagued her. This time, it was more real than any of the others she had before. She could reach out and touch the frigid chains that locked her prey in place and the coldness sunk deep into her skin. The man she'd found, she could hear his pleas for her to release him and yet she circled him without feeling, ignoring every word as she sank into the force, letting his fear drive her.
It didn't take long for her to begin to torture the poor soul, castrating him before she slowly took him apart, digit by digit on his fingers and toes and kept working from there. She only stopped when he passed out and waited for him to wake. It wasn't any fun if her catch couldn't feel the pain, couldn't squirm against her touch. And while most of her resisted this idea, there was a small part of her that seemed to be loving this. If only she knew this dream, wasn't a dream. It was a horrific memory from a time Mirien would desperately yearn to forget soon enough.
Her eyes snapped open in the darkness of her apartment. For a change they were completely dead, all emotion had disappeared from her body. She wasn't the same woman. This was the Mirien that had long been forgotten about. There would be no kindness here, no mercy with this one. There would be no warmth hidden beneath layers of ice. No, this version of herself was all ice.
Methodically she moved through her apartment gathering a duffel of gear. No note, no message to Siobhan or anyone else as she slipped off into the night and headed for her personal ship. For she had things to do, and an itch to scratch. The goal was simple, walk the old hunting grounds. It was time to revisit the past. Who she had been would soon have to fight who she had become, to survive. With luck, with help, she might find her way back home, away from the monster she once was.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]