| Name | Ira Salvatica |
| Aliases | The Illborn |
| Sex | Tom |
| Pronouns | She/They |
| Age | Four-and-twenty |
| D.O.B. | Thirtieth day of Nuhoht |
| Status | Noble, Alchemist |
"The Salvaticas have always been as cruel as they were cunning, but this one seems a beast in Mazuran skin."
| MBTI | INTP-A |
| Alignment | Lawful Evil |
| Enneagram | Type 8w7; self-preservation variant |
| Star Sign | Nehzos |
Shrewd.
Charismatic.
Ambitious.
Purposeful.
Intense.
Cruel.
Scheming.
Ira thrives on cruelty, control, and power. It’s what keeps her so high up in position. Fear is respect, and fear rules the people. She’s charismatic, with her velvety and pleasant voice; her passion and conviction. Her obsessive intensity, however, can be oftentimes more off-putting than not.
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Intense and complex by nature, Ira has extremely strong emotional reactions to most situations; though her feelings are often very difficult for her to verbalize. Therefore at times she has a tendency to be very quiet, to brood and think a lot. Although she can be gallant and courteous, she has an uncontrollable temper, and an unchecked sadistic streak. Ira is known to be cruel, savage and wild, taking delight in torturing others. If she is challenged, she takes it as a personal affront and tends to lash out and fight back in a vengeful manner. Playful and taunting, Ira likes to tease and antagonize others for her own amusement.The tomcat can be forthright, but is never outright honest. Ira has a tendency to palter with the truth and tell white lies at her own discretion, preferring to lead and take control of conversations. She’ll often try to gauge your anger levels by dancing around subjects in riddles and taunts. Ira is particularly good at thinking on her feet, though is less savvy when it comes to long-term consequences.A scholar and detective, she loves getting to the root of problems and enjoys finding what makes other people tick. Ira’s mind is very curious and inquisitive, always seeking information on a wide variety of topics. The broader the subject matter, the more it will appeal to her. She is known to be quite tenacious in the pursuit of knowledge. An achiever at heart, she prefers doing practical, worthwhile things that produce tangible results. Ira’s ideas and opinions can be inventive and original, but often times they are merely eccentric and offbeat. She tends to resent traditional authority figures because she believes that her own ideas are better thought out and more valuable than theirs.
She means no harm. She only wants to show me the way. Can you see her too? Please tell me you do. I Don’t want to be alone...
Menacing and gaunt, Ira fills the room with her presence. With a smooth and slithering voice, and a frankly rather tall and intimidating figure, the young heir demands attention and fear with hardly a word. Some might say she has more of the Blackmont look with her dark hair and yellow eyes, though hers has an intense iciness to their pale hue, lending to her Salvatica blood. Her most prominent trait, is the drooping lichen-like fur of her tail, much like the mossy trees of the region from which she hails.
| Height | 200cm (6'7'' ft) |
| Voice | Arlecchino (JPN) |
| Build | Broad-shouldered and gangly at first glance, but hides a tremendous amount of strength and speed. |
| Fur | Dark colored with a drooping quality. |
| Scent | Labdanum, myrrh, and black tea. |
Carnal Knowledge is Not About Recreation. It is The Occulted Beauty That Lies In The Flesh of Man.
| Attribute | Base | Status | Weapon |
|---|---|---|---|
| Might | 3 | +2 | +3 |
| Speed | 4 | ||
| Endurance | 5 | ||
| Knowledge | 4 | +1 (+2) | |
| Sanity | 6 | ||
| Dogma | 4 |
Ira is currently in possession of House Salvatica's Ancestral Weapon, Frenzy, a Damascus steel Falcata-style sword with a lizard-lion design on the hooked hilt.
You have to go back.
I pray to GOD. I PRAY TO GOD. I PRAY TO GOD. I PRAY TO GOD.
Ira is the last child, the youngest of the Salvatica brood; hatched from a lupine womb. Aristaeus married Lucan Blackmont out of love, the last of his wives, though their sizable age difference was a sordid topic. Ira grew under her mother's attentive care, clinging to the molly's legs like a fatted tick, not once having the urge to leave her place on his hip. While most of the wetnurses firmly believed the young tomkit would grow out of this childish dependency; she never truly did, oft finding solace in her dam, who unfortunately enabled such behavior. The lastborn heir may have been coddled, but at the least was instilled with Lucan's northern sensibilities. Where there's a deep code of family, however honor is not found in the mire. Ira cares for no one but her family, and cares not for honor.The young highborn reed cat grew up with a reputation for brutality among both the servants of Deadwood and other Wyrm-mire nobles. She was an unusual child who was obsessed with religion and death. Today, Ira is well known for her tempestuous nature, prone to fits of icy wrath and impulsivity, though she notably softens around her mother and siblings.The only tom born from Lord Salvatica, Ira traditionally bears the title as heir of her noble house. Ira wears the role like ill-fitted armor, waiting for bated breath till their aged father croaks, so she can finally take her place as Lord of Deadwood. Until then, she bides her time by indulging in her fleeting whims and fancies.
