Post by Trippy Hare on May 21, 2006 17:43:44 GMT -5
Character Name: Calasi Ascendant
Race: Half-Elven, Half-human
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: near Turalee, a human village on the northeastern coastline
Arcane or Secular: Secular
Physical Description: Calasi stands about 5'8" tall, and has straight, shoulder length jet black hair. Her eyes are a pale yellow, and her skin is glaring white, like ivory. She wears a black leather tunic and leggings, with a slightly rusted iron chainmail coat over it and a studded leather skirt. Knee-length black leather boots with steel spikes along the outside edges and a larger steel blade at the toe complete her attire. She also has a suit of mithril armor she has entrusted to the dwarven smiths who forged it. Calasi keeps a long, thin dagger in her left boot at all times. This dagger has several channels and inkwells, all loaded with virulent poisons. Calasi also carries a round shield, about 18" in diameter, polished to a mirror-finish. There is a skull in the exact center, cast in mithril, with two topazes for eyes. She occasionally carries a short sword with similar poison channels to her dagger, and a small, wrist-mounted crossbow.
Though few have heard her voice, it is soft and melodic, almost hypnotically soothing. Her Unlife, combined with her own insatiable curiosity, has allowed her to travel all over Eshathar. She can speak any language except the local dialect of the Canids, and has been to every major city except Bishal and Llanivaya. Calasi has even been to Stygg, though her efforts to capture a daemon as a pet failed. That venture nearly got her torn apart, if not killed.
Calasi's brutally harsh life has not left any trace upon her form in Unlife, no scars, blemishes, imperfections, or bruises mark her ivory skin. She is strikingly beautiful in appearance, often the only sign that she is not a normal individual is that her skin is cold and firm to the touch, like a body in a casket. She has a tendency to flaunt her looks, as it is only after her death that she has come to appreciate her own physical beauty.
In life, Calasi had a pale, pinkish skin tone, as if perpetually sunburned. Her hair was still straight and fine, but had more a of muted red tone mixed in to a deep mahogany color. Though she was not necessarily ugly, neither was she beautiful. Her hard life only exacerbated this, as her face was constantly dirty and smudged, her clothes were rags at best, and her hair was constantly tangled. She was not allowed to look anyone in the eye, and thus had a downcast posture and a whisper quiet voice. Multiple lesions and lacerations covered her skin, partly due to the abuse she suffered, partly due to poor hygiene and the infestation of fleas her sleeping area contained.
Personality: Calasi was one of the first of the Lich's adepts, and wears her renown like a badge of honor. He himself breathed Unlife into her, and unlike the other Undead, she is free to roam Eshathar as she pleases. Stranger still, she does not have the mind-link that all the Lich's other minions do. Although she does have a mental connection to the Lich, and shares her thoughts with him and vice versa, she is not compelled by his directives, and is free to choose what orders, if any, to obey.
Although Calasi is the closest thing there is to a Queen of the Undead, even she is not privy to the Lich's innermost thoughts, and she does not know his plans nor his motives. She is in the Lich's company often enough that he will often converse with her, an honor no other creature in Eshathar can boast of. Only Calasi has heard the Lich Lord's voice. Whereas outside Erchaea she hides her emotions behind an icy veneer, within the city, so close to the Lich Lord, Calasi is much more expressive. Though she hates to admit it to herself, she is deeply in love with the Lich. He has not, however, reciprocated these emotions, at least in Calasi's eyes he has not.
Calasi, unlike most Undead, has her own emotions, simple though they are. She can become angry, or sad, or vengeful, or happy. Which, when living among the emotionless, drone-like Undead Horde, is difficult at best, and depressing at worst. Not even suicide is an option among the horde. Existence is highly repetitive, and since the usual social activities shared by living beings (such as meals, sleeping, and child-rearing) do not apply, most Necrids cannot stand the boredom and repetition for very long. Calasi is no exception, and has been seen outside Erchaea on several occasions. Tall tales abound in pubs of her violent encounters and romantic exploits, making her second only to Caeliyaan in terms of popular folk legends. Some foolish men even claim to have bedded her, though it is not known if she has ever done such a thing.
Background: Calasi was born to an Elven nomad, who had little love for the child. Her odd skin tone, and obvious human facial features, made her shunned by the elves. At the age of three, she was left near the human town of Turalee, an isolated fishing village on the coast. Turalee had escaped much of the ongoing wars and uprisings, mostly due to its strategic worthlessness. Located at the mouth of a small tributary creek of the Alamy, Turalee remained unnoticed for the entirety of its history. The ruins have long since grown over, all except the blacksmith's anvil.
The humans did not care much for this strange pink child, and were it not for the village elder, Calasi would surely have perished...but that is not to say the old man took her in. She was raised as a slave, forced to perform whatever tasks any of the humans set upon her. She was forbidden to speak, or to sleep indoors, or to eat at any table...her bed was in the stables, her meals eaten in the dirt. She was beaten and whipped regularly, her punishments for even trivial mistakes severe. If a fisherman had a poor catch that day, he could even pay the elder for the privilege of beating Calasi.
Around the age of 16, Calasi's body began developing the obvious signs of femininity, and her role in the village went from slave to whore. Just as before, she was forced to do whatever the humans told her to, though the tasks they gave her now were even more distasteful. Her beatings grew more savage, though great care was taken to avoid marking her face. She was frequently offered to guests of the village, as a show of hospitality. Calasi was forced to drink a concoction that rendered her temporarily infertile, though she didn't know its purpose, it was simply the only beverage she was allowed to drink without getting beaten. This went on for a number of years, until at one point, Calasi was so tired and sore after the 'favors' she'd been told to perform, that she lacked the strength to drink the concoction. Not long after, she became pregnant.
The humans of Turalee were terrified that she would give birth to another demon child like herself, and decided to act. After beating her nearly to death, she was locked in a shed while the villagers held a series of tribunals to decide how best to handle the situation. She was cold, starving, and very nearly dead...but while imprisoned, she overheard the villagers talking about her condition. Thrilled that she would soon be a mother, Calasi decided to escape. Over the next two months, she worked her fingers to the bone extracting a nail from the lowest rafter, which she could only barely reach by climbing the chain they had secured to her neck that hung down from the very same rafter. Though the chain was not long enough to allow her to lay down to sleep, it proved strong enough for her to climb.
All the while, she was fed mouldering bread, fish heads, and other garbage from the villagers... who usually threw the refuse in through her window in hopes of hitting her with it. Once she got it free, she managed to unlock her chains. Knowing that there was a guard posted outside the shed at all times, she knew her only chance lay in tunneling her way out, below the feet of the guards, and out into the scrubland. Over the next four months, she used her single hard-won nail to dig a tunnel, which she covered by day with her own ratty tunic. The guards often mocked her as she shivered naked in the corner, but none ever wondered why she chose to suffer than wear the old tunic on the floor.
Six months after her imprisonment, and only two days before her tunnel was complete, the villagers had come to a final decision. In the early hours of the morning, eight of the strongest men in the village broke open the door to the shed, grabbed her by the hair, and soundly beat her, taking extra care to kick her in the belly, where her pregnancy was showing quite clearly on her emaciated body. She was bound and gagged, and secured to a post in the village square for other villagers to beat, or spit upon, or otherwise abuse at the leisure, for three days. At that point, they tied her spread-eagled to a large table-rack, and a potion to keep her awake was forced down her throat. They cruelly cut open her belly and burned the child within it, all the while the potion she had been forced to drink keeping her awake enough to watch them do so. To ensure it could not happen again, they filled her open wound with stones, dragged her down the tributary to the river, and dumped her into the Alamy, where she quickly drowned.
However, the Alamy flows through Erchaea.
Her body was carried to Erchaea by the river's current, and the Lich himself extracted her broken corpse from the water. He meticulously removed each of the heavy stones, and carefully, expertly, stitched her back together. So skilled at anatomy was he that not a single stitch or scar showed, her body was as flawless as the day she was born. Even more so, in fact, as her skin was now the flawless alabaster she has grown so proud of, with not a single blemish, scar, or imperfection anywhere upon it. Once he had fashioned her corpse into a perfect marble statue, the Lich breathed Unlife into her. She became like a Queen to him, and though he shared her thoughts, he did not control them, nor did he seek to. He rarely ever spoke to her, but when he did, it was kindly...or as kindly as he is able. He never laid a hand upon her, nor did he ever command her in any task. Though she was, understandably, terrified at first, she soon grew accustomed to her new surroundings, and eagerly learned everything the Lich showed her. Calasi often wanted to know more, but the Lich would not teach her, nor would he give a reason. Calasi asked, pleaded, demanded, and even offered to bed him in exchange, but the Lich Lord remained unfazed.
He bestowed upon her the name Ascendant, as she had risen above the foul pit the humans had thrown her into. She remained faithfully at his side for several years, and dutifully carried out any request he made of her, as he did not ever issue direct commands. Most of these consisted of gathering the bodies of victims of criminal acts: the Lich always seemed to know where the victims had been buried or disposed of. He raised many of them, but none had the capacity that Calasi did, and they were quickly rendered into more useful forms. In one such case, an entire caravan that had been murdered by bandits did not prove useful as Unliving, and the Lich then stripped away their bodies and made their bones into a dome to cover his throne room with. The dome, like his throne itself, is 'alive' in a sense, and should he merely think it, would come alive and form into a golem to defend him.
Calasi returned to Turalee ten years after her ascension. Many of the villagers had died over the years. Many of those now with children of their own were the very same that had murdered her. The elder who had made her life so miserable had died, leaving his son in charge. Unbeknown to them both, the elder's son, a brutal thug named Cain, had been the father of Calasi's child. Filled with a sudden, overpowering rage at the mere sight of Cain, Calasi descended upon Turalee like a hurricane. After slaughtering every living creature there, she burned every trace of life from the land. Cain's suffering was not so short-lived; His death was slow and painful, but that was not the end of his misery. She reanimated the bones to wear as armor over her clothing, and his skull she coated in mithril and set with topazes instead of eyes. This same skull is embedded into her shield. A spell the Lich cast on those topazes causes anyone who would try to harm Calasi to relive Cain's final moments. In such a way will Cain's suffering be everlasting, and his servitude made vile and miserable.
As she marched inexorably through the village, burning every structure, she came to the Apothecary shop. Inside, in a dusty bottle hidden behind the counter, were the ashes of her child. Calasi took the bottle, which was partially empty and had a broken wax seal. After razing the village, she buried the vial somberly in the village square, and dragged the anvil out to the very spot, placing it over her child's grave as a marker. To this day, Calasi annually visits the site of her agonized life, and carefully, almost lovingly, removes all the vines and plants that have grown over the anvil. Though she continues to plead with the Lich to teach her how to raise the dead into Unliving like herself, he refuses to even grant her the ability to raise any sort of Undead. This has made Calasi somewhat resentful to him, but her gratitude for her Unlife, and her secret love for the Lich, keeps her close by his side, in thought if nothing else.
Skills/Talents: Calasi can control Undead directly, much like the Lich, though she cannot contradict any order the Lich gives. Calasi can also leave Erchaea at will, and due to her Undeath, cannot be killed by conventional means.
Her long Unlife has allowed Calasi to travel very nearly everywhere, and she is learned in many different fields. She is an excellent huntress and tracker, as well as an able warrior. Though by no means an expert, Calasi is familiar with some of the more innovative technologies of the day, so much so that she is able to pilot a Templar suit...just not exceptionally well. Though Calasi is able to remain all but invisible if she chooses to, she can still be tracked with magic or by exceptionally skilled trackers, such as Canid scouts.
Her presence, when noticed, is almost universally detested by every kingdom and town in Eshathar, and as such, she rarely goes to population centers of any kind...it has been over twenty years since she has been in any sort of village, town, or city. Often, her name is used in connection with any sort of mysterious female figures, or in cases of murderers turning up murdered and the like. Though seen with some measure of disgust, it is awed disgust, in that she is respected for dispensing justice, such as it is.
The exception to her infamy is in the dwarven capital Doshor Avaroth. Her exploits into Stygg are legendary there, and she is not only welcomed, but honored. The dwarves know about her Unlife, but her slaying of daemons is viewed as greatly outweighing her being an abomination. It is the dwarves that taught her in the use of technologies, and should she but ask, they would outfit her in the finest weapons and armor free of charge. In fact, the dwarven smiths have crafted an entire suit of mithril armor for her, complete with intricate and highly detailed engravings.
Weaknesses: Calasi cannot be killed, but she can be disabled. Without the mastery over Necromancy that the Lich has, Calasi cannot raise undead, nor can she raise or repair her own body should she be grievously injured. In life, Calasi was unable to use magic, and it remains so in death.
Another, more human, weakness is her emotional state. Unlike the Lich, Calasi is capable of having feelings, and this can sometimes lead to conflicts. Mostly, these consist of arguments with the Lich that cause her to leave Erchaea, albeit temporarily. Her past is a painful subject, though the only record of it is in dusty old tomes in the storage shed under Failewyn's library. Though she no longer has the capability to produce tears, she still cries over the anvil that serves as her child's tombstone.
Mary Sue Rationale: Necrid can't disobey the Lich- since Calasi can, she's a Mary Sue.
Race: Half-Elven, Half-human
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: near Turalee, a human village on the northeastern coastline
Arcane or Secular: Secular
Physical Description: Calasi stands about 5'8" tall, and has straight, shoulder length jet black hair. Her eyes are a pale yellow, and her skin is glaring white, like ivory. She wears a black leather tunic and leggings, with a slightly rusted iron chainmail coat over it and a studded leather skirt. Knee-length black leather boots with steel spikes along the outside edges and a larger steel blade at the toe complete her attire. She also has a suit of mithril armor she has entrusted to the dwarven smiths who forged it. Calasi keeps a long, thin dagger in her left boot at all times. This dagger has several channels and inkwells, all loaded with virulent poisons. Calasi also carries a round shield, about 18" in diameter, polished to a mirror-finish. There is a skull in the exact center, cast in mithril, with two topazes for eyes. She occasionally carries a short sword with similar poison channels to her dagger, and a small, wrist-mounted crossbow.
Though few have heard her voice, it is soft and melodic, almost hypnotically soothing. Her Unlife, combined with her own insatiable curiosity, has allowed her to travel all over Eshathar. She can speak any language except the local dialect of the Canids, and has been to every major city except Bishal and Llanivaya. Calasi has even been to Stygg, though her efforts to capture a daemon as a pet failed. That venture nearly got her torn apart, if not killed.
Calasi's brutally harsh life has not left any trace upon her form in Unlife, no scars, blemishes, imperfections, or bruises mark her ivory skin. She is strikingly beautiful in appearance, often the only sign that she is not a normal individual is that her skin is cold and firm to the touch, like a body in a casket. She has a tendency to flaunt her looks, as it is only after her death that she has come to appreciate her own physical beauty.
In life, Calasi had a pale, pinkish skin tone, as if perpetually sunburned. Her hair was still straight and fine, but had more a of muted red tone mixed in to a deep mahogany color. Though she was not necessarily ugly, neither was she beautiful. Her hard life only exacerbated this, as her face was constantly dirty and smudged, her clothes were rags at best, and her hair was constantly tangled. She was not allowed to look anyone in the eye, and thus had a downcast posture and a whisper quiet voice. Multiple lesions and lacerations covered her skin, partly due to the abuse she suffered, partly due to poor hygiene and the infestation of fleas her sleeping area contained.
Personality: Calasi was one of the first of the Lich's adepts, and wears her renown like a badge of honor. He himself breathed Unlife into her, and unlike the other Undead, she is free to roam Eshathar as she pleases. Stranger still, she does not have the mind-link that all the Lich's other minions do. Although she does have a mental connection to the Lich, and shares her thoughts with him and vice versa, she is not compelled by his directives, and is free to choose what orders, if any, to obey.
Although Calasi is the closest thing there is to a Queen of the Undead, even she is not privy to the Lich's innermost thoughts, and she does not know his plans nor his motives. She is in the Lich's company often enough that he will often converse with her, an honor no other creature in Eshathar can boast of. Only Calasi has heard the Lich Lord's voice. Whereas outside Erchaea she hides her emotions behind an icy veneer, within the city, so close to the Lich Lord, Calasi is much more expressive. Though she hates to admit it to herself, she is deeply in love with the Lich. He has not, however, reciprocated these emotions, at least in Calasi's eyes he has not.
Calasi, unlike most Undead, has her own emotions, simple though they are. She can become angry, or sad, or vengeful, or happy. Which, when living among the emotionless, drone-like Undead Horde, is difficult at best, and depressing at worst. Not even suicide is an option among the horde. Existence is highly repetitive, and since the usual social activities shared by living beings (such as meals, sleeping, and child-rearing) do not apply, most Necrids cannot stand the boredom and repetition for very long. Calasi is no exception, and has been seen outside Erchaea on several occasions. Tall tales abound in pubs of her violent encounters and romantic exploits, making her second only to Caeliyaan in terms of popular folk legends. Some foolish men even claim to have bedded her, though it is not known if she has ever done such a thing.
Background: Calasi was born to an Elven nomad, who had little love for the child. Her odd skin tone, and obvious human facial features, made her shunned by the elves. At the age of three, she was left near the human town of Turalee, an isolated fishing village on the coast. Turalee had escaped much of the ongoing wars and uprisings, mostly due to its strategic worthlessness. Located at the mouth of a small tributary creek of the Alamy, Turalee remained unnoticed for the entirety of its history. The ruins have long since grown over, all except the blacksmith's anvil.
The humans did not care much for this strange pink child, and were it not for the village elder, Calasi would surely have perished...but that is not to say the old man took her in. She was raised as a slave, forced to perform whatever tasks any of the humans set upon her. She was forbidden to speak, or to sleep indoors, or to eat at any table...her bed was in the stables, her meals eaten in the dirt. She was beaten and whipped regularly, her punishments for even trivial mistakes severe. If a fisherman had a poor catch that day, he could even pay the elder for the privilege of beating Calasi.
Around the age of 16, Calasi's body began developing the obvious signs of femininity, and her role in the village went from slave to whore. Just as before, she was forced to do whatever the humans told her to, though the tasks they gave her now were even more distasteful. Her beatings grew more savage, though great care was taken to avoid marking her face. She was frequently offered to guests of the village, as a show of hospitality. Calasi was forced to drink a concoction that rendered her temporarily infertile, though she didn't know its purpose, it was simply the only beverage she was allowed to drink without getting beaten. This went on for a number of years, until at one point, Calasi was so tired and sore after the 'favors' she'd been told to perform, that she lacked the strength to drink the concoction. Not long after, she became pregnant.
The humans of Turalee were terrified that she would give birth to another demon child like herself, and decided to act. After beating her nearly to death, she was locked in a shed while the villagers held a series of tribunals to decide how best to handle the situation. She was cold, starving, and very nearly dead...but while imprisoned, she overheard the villagers talking about her condition. Thrilled that she would soon be a mother, Calasi decided to escape. Over the next two months, she worked her fingers to the bone extracting a nail from the lowest rafter, which she could only barely reach by climbing the chain they had secured to her neck that hung down from the very same rafter. Though the chain was not long enough to allow her to lay down to sleep, it proved strong enough for her to climb.
All the while, she was fed mouldering bread, fish heads, and other garbage from the villagers... who usually threw the refuse in through her window in hopes of hitting her with it. Once she got it free, she managed to unlock her chains. Knowing that there was a guard posted outside the shed at all times, she knew her only chance lay in tunneling her way out, below the feet of the guards, and out into the scrubland. Over the next four months, she used her single hard-won nail to dig a tunnel, which she covered by day with her own ratty tunic. The guards often mocked her as she shivered naked in the corner, but none ever wondered why she chose to suffer than wear the old tunic on the floor.
Six months after her imprisonment, and only two days before her tunnel was complete, the villagers had come to a final decision. In the early hours of the morning, eight of the strongest men in the village broke open the door to the shed, grabbed her by the hair, and soundly beat her, taking extra care to kick her in the belly, where her pregnancy was showing quite clearly on her emaciated body. She was bound and gagged, and secured to a post in the village square for other villagers to beat, or spit upon, or otherwise abuse at the leisure, for three days. At that point, they tied her spread-eagled to a large table-rack, and a potion to keep her awake was forced down her throat. They cruelly cut open her belly and burned the child within it, all the while the potion she had been forced to drink keeping her awake enough to watch them do so. To ensure it could not happen again, they filled her open wound with stones, dragged her down the tributary to the river, and dumped her into the Alamy, where she quickly drowned.
However, the Alamy flows through Erchaea.
Her body was carried to Erchaea by the river's current, and the Lich himself extracted her broken corpse from the water. He meticulously removed each of the heavy stones, and carefully, expertly, stitched her back together. So skilled at anatomy was he that not a single stitch or scar showed, her body was as flawless as the day she was born. Even more so, in fact, as her skin was now the flawless alabaster she has grown so proud of, with not a single blemish, scar, or imperfection anywhere upon it. Once he had fashioned her corpse into a perfect marble statue, the Lich breathed Unlife into her. She became like a Queen to him, and though he shared her thoughts, he did not control them, nor did he seek to. He rarely ever spoke to her, but when he did, it was kindly...or as kindly as he is able. He never laid a hand upon her, nor did he ever command her in any task. Though she was, understandably, terrified at first, she soon grew accustomed to her new surroundings, and eagerly learned everything the Lich showed her. Calasi often wanted to know more, but the Lich would not teach her, nor would he give a reason. Calasi asked, pleaded, demanded, and even offered to bed him in exchange, but the Lich Lord remained unfazed.
He bestowed upon her the name Ascendant, as she had risen above the foul pit the humans had thrown her into. She remained faithfully at his side for several years, and dutifully carried out any request he made of her, as he did not ever issue direct commands. Most of these consisted of gathering the bodies of victims of criminal acts: the Lich always seemed to know where the victims had been buried or disposed of. He raised many of them, but none had the capacity that Calasi did, and they were quickly rendered into more useful forms. In one such case, an entire caravan that had been murdered by bandits did not prove useful as Unliving, and the Lich then stripped away their bodies and made their bones into a dome to cover his throne room with. The dome, like his throne itself, is 'alive' in a sense, and should he merely think it, would come alive and form into a golem to defend him.
Calasi returned to Turalee ten years after her ascension. Many of the villagers had died over the years. Many of those now with children of their own were the very same that had murdered her. The elder who had made her life so miserable had died, leaving his son in charge. Unbeknown to them both, the elder's son, a brutal thug named Cain, had been the father of Calasi's child. Filled with a sudden, overpowering rage at the mere sight of Cain, Calasi descended upon Turalee like a hurricane. After slaughtering every living creature there, she burned every trace of life from the land. Cain's suffering was not so short-lived; His death was slow and painful, but that was not the end of his misery. She reanimated the bones to wear as armor over her clothing, and his skull she coated in mithril and set with topazes instead of eyes. This same skull is embedded into her shield. A spell the Lich cast on those topazes causes anyone who would try to harm Calasi to relive Cain's final moments. In such a way will Cain's suffering be everlasting, and his servitude made vile and miserable.
As she marched inexorably through the village, burning every structure, she came to the Apothecary shop. Inside, in a dusty bottle hidden behind the counter, were the ashes of her child. Calasi took the bottle, which was partially empty and had a broken wax seal. After razing the village, she buried the vial somberly in the village square, and dragged the anvil out to the very spot, placing it over her child's grave as a marker. To this day, Calasi annually visits the site of her agonized life, and carefully, almost lovingly, removes all the vines and plants that have grown over the anvil. Though she continues to plead with the Lich to teach her how to raise the dead into Unliving like herself, he refuses to even grant her the ability to raise any sort of Undead. This has made Calasi somewhat resentful to him, but her gratitude for her Unlife, and her secret love for the Lich, keeps her close by his side, in thought if nothing else.
Skills/Talents: Calasi can control Undead directly, much like the Lich, though she cannot contradict any order the Lich gives. Calasi can also leave Erchaea at will, and due to her Undeath, cannot be killed by conventional means.
Her long Unlife has allowed Calasi to travel very nearly everywhere, and she is learned in many different fields. She is an excellent huntress and tracker, as well as an able warrior. Though by no means an expert, Calasi is familiar with some of the more innovative technologies of the day, so much so that she is able to pilot a Templar suit...just not exceptionally well. Though Calasi is able to remain all but invisible if she chooses to, she can still be tracked with magic or by exceptionally skilled trackers, such as Canid scouts.
Her presence, when noticed, is almost universally detested by every kingdom and town in Eshathar, and as such, she rarely goes to population centers of any kind...it has been over twenty years since she has been in any sort of village, town, or city. Often, her name is used in connection with any sort of mysterious female figures, or in cases of murderers turning up murdered and the like. Though seen with some measure of disgust, it is awed disgust, in that she is respected for dispensing justice, such as it is.
The exception to her infamy is in the dwarven capital Doshor Avaroth. Her exploits into Stygg are legendary there, and she is not only welcomed, but honored. The dwarves know about her Unlife, but her slaying of daemons is viewed as greatly outweighing her being an abomination. It is the dwarves that taught her in the use of technologies, and should she but ask, they would outfit her in the finest weapons and armor free of charge. In fact, the dwarven smiths have crafted an entire suit of mithril armor for her, complete with intricate and highly detailed engravings.
Weaknesses: Calasi cannot be killed, but she can be disabled. Without the mastery over Necromancy that the Lich has, Calasi cannot raise undead, nor can she raise or repair her own body should she be grievously injured. In life, Calasi was unable to use magic, and it remains so in death.
Another, more human, weakness is her emotional state. Unlike the Lich, Calasi is capable of having feelings, and this can sometimes lead to conflicts. Mostly, these consist of arguments with the Lich that cause her to leave Erchaea, albeit temporarily. Her past is a painful subject, though the only record of it is in dusty old tomes in the storage shed under Failewyn's library. Though she no longer has the capability to produce tears, she still cries over the anvil that serves as her child's tombstone.
Mary Sue Rationale: Necrid can't disobey the Lich- since Calasi can, she's a Mary Sue.