Rasputitsa the Magical Knight

Strong, Cold, Determined. War mongering. Rage filled.

Rasputitsa is a viscous warrior and gravity mage underneath her Dragonlord. Her zealotry for her mistress is unmatched as her natural anger for the world. Leading one of the mighty legions underneath the mystical queen's banner to take over the world of Auracielle.

Born to the clan of the behemoths. A Nordic like race of blue lizard folk known for their ferocity and barbarity and their natural grace with magic. Rasputitsa would grow quite used to the hardships of the frigid cold mountains where her isolationist tribe was located, known as Grimskald. They became quite famous to the fact that they could never be conquered. Armies would march into the mountains and would never return. Only some being found strung up, butchered beyond comprehension as warnings for those who would try the next time. Adventurers would brave into the mountains only to come back missing limbs, eyes and often mentally broken from the experiences they had with the behemoths. There deeds spread across Auracielle and across the sea. A mighty warrior race unbroken and unforgiving. This was brutality was not for outsiders alone however, as Behemoth culture was one of hardship. And Rasputitsa would be the victim of her own people's brutal standards.

For some unknown crime, a brutal sacrifice, possibly a punishment for weakness. Whatever the reason, Rasputitsa would be put in chains and dragged out into the frozen wastelands of her people. Her armor was stripped as she was left shivering in near subzero temps. Though that was the least of her worries. Her executioners would brutalize her for hours upon hours. From sating sadistic lusts, to brutally stabbing and cutting into Behemoth woman. She was soon left disemboweled at the entrance of the mountain. Strung up like the armies and adventurers before. A display of cruelty of unknown meaning. Perhaps a way for the elder of the tribes to point out what would happen against any other disobedience. Yet she did not die. Hate kept her going as frost crystals painfully embedded into her blood and open stomach and wounds. Her tears would freeze as she summoned all of her might to keep herself alive.

The Dragonlord of the North, a demonic draconic conqueror known as Agape was making a carving through the lands of Auracielle, building mighty legions of the various populations of the world. Thus, it was no wonder she would go north, though this was not the conquering expedition most of her followers was used to. Agape would lead them seemingly sensing a trail all the way to the wounded Behemoth. Soon the army found her. Half dead yet, powered by rage she still stayed determined for whatever reason. Her guts held in by the gravity magic she was masterful in. While blood dripped from her scales to stain the snow underneath her a pool of crimson. Agape would bless her with a motion of her hand as Rasputitsa's wounds sealed fully. Her body reenergized and put back together in nearly seconds. The Behemoth stared up in awe at the dragon's mercy and with a whisper of encouragement of allowing the hatred of the other Behemoths guide her hand when delivering cruel justice.

Thus the Dragonlords army had found another general to lead it. And with her help they would bring Grimskald down. Armed with her two battle axes. Rasputitsa lead Agapes demonically enhanced Shadow guard. With the demon's help. Rasputitsa cleaved her way through her clan. Putting them to the blade as she hacked and chopped through those who had thrown her out. For a child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth and burn it she did. Her blood thirst was legendary. Even making the Dragonlord's court wizard stare in amazement as the young woman caved in the skulls of her tormentors that left her on that mountain.

By the end of the Slaughter. Only one behemoth remained. Standing over Grimskald as the smoke filled the air and the smell of iron filled the air. No one was spared, Guilty or not. The mighty Behemoths, destroyed by the outcast they had utterly abused and left for dead. A fitting end, at least to Rasputitsa. She was soon brought to the Palace of the dragonlord having proved her worth. Giving a massive blood sacrifice to the dragonlord by using her own people. In almost a spiteful way she would cast aside the pelts and hide armor that was a staple of Behemoth culture seemingly disgusted by all things that reminded her of them, instead replacing it with knightly plate armor, though some of the style of the barbarian still bleeds through. She would also be given the ultimate gift by her savior and Dragonlord. Horizon, a mighty halberd infused with demonic energy, made to channel her gravity magic to allow her to cleave and liquefy her enemies in one fell swing, The sounds of the blade slamming into the ground supposedly sounding like thunder echoing across the mountains.

Now at the age of 33 She leads the Dragonlords legion of magical knights as one of the four generals. The knights being skilled in shock tactics mixing brutal charges with powerful magic, making them something to be feared. And though her training is often criticized by the court wizard due to the fact she often does not care for safety. No one can deny that she has made them into a viscous skilled fighting force.

Rasputitsa's personality is that of a strong hardy barbarian warrior. She is loud and angry. Roaring in battle as she cleaves through rebels and enemy soldiers. Though she respects anyone willing to face her to the bitter end. What she does not respect is cowards who flee from the field leaving their soldiers as a distraction. She has personally broken rank to punish cowards such as these especially. Typically collecting their skull as a sort of repentance. Rasputitsa utterly despises all things Behemoth, having wiped her tribe off the face of the earth. Their cruelty to her having burned a deep wound to the point that if she finds any artifacts that even reminds her of her home, she will destroy it and turn it to dust. She seems to not hate herself however. Though she does seem to distance herself from looking like a tribal, fully willing to shed the past to embrace her new life as a knight under the dragonlord. Who she has holds a zealous belief for, seeing her as both queen and goddess of the world. Forever in her debt on being rescued by the dragon and is always seeking Agape's approval. Her attitude is often quite grouchy and seemingly stoic, her face marked with a natural frown. Its hard to catch her smiling. But on the rare occasions when some does see the smile that isn't from sadistic blood lust when she removes someones skull. They see a more softer and to some kind spirit. Though she often does not keep it like that. She is also deeply loyal to her knights. Training them with upmost care. Being stern but fair. Rasputitsa however is not against romance or taking lovers. Though the usual only if their as loyal to the dragonlord as she is though exceptions have occurred, as she's not afraid to "claim" lovers as trophies. Throwing them over her shoulder and take them via force. Something she has done to the legendary "Emerald Knight" Known as Aquarius, though he managed to escape. The rebel hero having become a rival to her, and someone she enjoys attempting to bully.

Rasputitsa's appearance is that of a standard Behemoth. Blue scaled anthro Lizardfolk that are built for winter. Her body is completely covered in blue scales with long strands of red high light scales that mark down her body starting just below her eyes in a complimenting pattern of blue and red. She has two dragon-esque horns that curve that semi look a lot brighter at the end with amber tips. All 5 of her fingers are clawed. She often wears a gothic set of plate armor that has a replica skull of a behemoth on the pauldron. Underneath her knightly armor is a one piece leotard that is design for comfort. Thus often she sleeps in it when on and off the field. She has silky hand wraps that have Amythyst gems on the upper palm to help channel her gravity magic. Her hair is a frost blue.

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