<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Topless_White_Hair.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica,<em>Inspired</em><br/><hr/>"House Daphoinos weren't the ones who enslaved me, or at least I wasn't bound as a slave during my time with them," Mephis spoke up, clearing up a slight misunderstanding. "The practice of slavery is illegal in Atlantica, and they were very careful not to do anything that would show up on my Status. The way they kept me in line was by making some very vivid threats about 'failed heroes' and the things that happen to the villages those heroes come from. I wish now that I had tried ignoring those threats and running away... but back then I didn't know much about the world outside my village or the ways of nobles, so I believed them completely. I thought that it was alright if I was the only one who had to endure everything they put me through, as long as it kept everyone I loved safe.<br/><br/>"They managed to keep what they were doing to me a secret by keeping everything in-house, keeping me from even interacting with people from outside the household as much as possible. But the Lord Daphoinos wasn't able to be as strict about keeping things a secret when he sent me off to the Righteous Shield Academy. His young heir made the mistake of selling my 'services' to some of his friends when he wanted some pocket money. That's... probably why they eventually had to try and get rid of me."<br/><br/>Mephis paused again, briefly, and during that pause, she looked Josephine over. She took in the blonde's clenched fists, the look of anger in her eyes. It reassured the dhampir a little that a member of the royal family was growing so angry upon hearing her story. It meant that Atlantica truly wasn't rotten to the core, that there were parts of it worth saving... so long as certain other bits were cut out of it entirely.<br/><br/>"The Righteous Shield Academy takes its students out annually on a trip to a local dungeon to train and improve their skills in live combat situations. Since I was a squire, I of course had to go along with my knight-in-training. But when we were deep into the dungeon, alone and away from any teachers or any other witnesses, he and his friends threw me to a pair of feral orcs." And then she gestured to herself, to her body, voluptuously feminine, yet baring a male part, white-haired and red-eyed, alluringly beautiful, yet with fangs that she still hadn't properly shown to anyone in the party. "That was when my body was twisted and corrupted like this.<br/><br/>"The idea, I assume, was that the orcs would fuck me to death, and then they would be able to claim that it was an unfortunate accident, that I had gotten separated from them, perhaps, and was already dead by the time they found me. I'm still sort of half-dead, even now, but unfortunately for them, I never actually did cross over all the way. Zatash had other plans for me."<br/><br/>There was still a bit more of her story to go, but now that she had told enough for both women to have a good, general idea of what had happened to her in Atlantica, the dhampir paused again. It was another opportunity to question or comment, to see if there was anything else she needed to clarify before moving forward.