Dracia Iadain Character Sketch
Dracia Iadain, princess of the western land, Aricorn and heir to her fathers throne is a woman who need to be put to death the moment she was born, and she would be the first to admit that.
Her name means “born from the shadows” and naming her was the last thing her parents did right. Her father, bitter that his first child was not a boy grew to resent his dark eyed daughter and soon, after many times when she tried his patience struck her.
Dracia learned to despise her father and often spoke in a sweetly poisoned voice when around him, and in return he grew cold to her, soon the wedge that had started separating them became a crack, then the crack became a crevice and then a canyon until it seemed an ocean of bitterness separated the two of them.
However, one day when Dracia was sitting in what she called her solitary tree a man dressed in jesters garb walked through the gate way and through the courtyard, seemingly unaware of Dracia pitiless black eyes until he abruptly turned to her and watched her watching him.
After a few moments he came over and told her he was Jazil from the east, he doesn’t give an exact land. Dracia tells him who she is and where her father is if he’s wandering for a job.
Dracia, who is twelve by this time, intrigues Jazil and he sits beside her, entertaining her with bits of trick magic and coaxing her into answers about herself and her kingdom.
Soon he finds out all about her and becomes her protector and magic teacher, much to her father’s dismay. Dracia was already showing an uncanny ability to slip through the castle like a shadow, and now Jazil was teaching her how to control items and people.
These lessons Dracia passed onto her two younger sisters, Iantha and Acacia, and soon they were sorceresses as well as princesses and, in Acacias case, huntresses.
Of course, there was a price to the Lessons and Jazil, ever patient and seductive, extracted these payments from Dracia slowly; teaching her the absolute beauty of the night sky and the utter stupidity of humanity.
Soon Dracia’s opinion everyone but her sisters was colored by this conviction and she became cold and cruel with all but Jazil, Iantha and Acacia, which was what Jazil had wanted. He sensed the dark well of power within Dracia, also apparent in her sisters but she was the easiest to seduce because she was of the night, like him, and he wanted to have the dark power at his aid.
And, as Jazil had anticipated, Dracia fell in love with him. However, as these things sometimes go, he also fell in love with her. At first he was reluctant to acknowledge this but soon he was seduced by the ruthless darkness within his dark eyed lady and they became lovers.
King Robert did not know of his eldest daughter’s liaison but he did see that she changed in a very, very dangerous way. She had always sat in when court was in session but before she stayed quiet, watching intently but now she interrupted with ideas that were obviously more aware than the old kings, but what was worse was the way she said these things; with that cool sneer in her voice and her eyes flashing like obsidian plates.
Many of the courtiers grew to actively fear her, not only for her ideas but for a feeling they got when they were around her. As if she had been tainted by something too dark to name, and the look in her face; that cold, superior smile that she had on when she spoke to anyone but her sisters, and of course her lover.
And while it took a while King Robert finally did wise up by listening his little informant, who had seen Dracia and Jazil together. King Robert was furious and confronted Dracia, who sat calmly in her room, listening to him and nodding as if she understood completely.
Then she did something that terrified and amazed the king. She flicked her wrist and the door slammed shut, and standing there was none other than his bastard son, Lucas. Dracia informed him that Lucien was her new second in command and she had acquired a man who would teach her to get the answers she wanted… He was known, said she, through out the land as The Secret King, and he was the most ruthless torture master in documented history.
Of course by the end of his lessons Dracia was crueler than him by a long shot, but that’s only because she had Jazil training her.
Dracia was utterly confident that her father was too much a coward to do anything to harm Jazil or herself. She was wrong and when, one morning she found her door locked; her father he had more back bone than she had initially thought.
King Robert banished Jazil. When he walked across the courtyard Dracia watched, pounding on her window and screaming at the top of her lungs as he turned and look back at the castle. When their eyes met he sketched a bow and she could hear his voice in her mind; ‘I’ll find you again’.
Dracia was devastated. She ate and drank only enough to keep herself alive and refused all contact, even that of her sisters. As she sat in her room, silent and brooding her mind turned inward and she found an entire world as dark and rich as Jazil had been, slowly she began to build castles and worlds with in her own psyche.
Soon her mind was calm and surrounded by walls and she remerged into the real world, nearly four days later. She was ravenous and parched and sent her maids for food and wine from the kitchens and ate until she felt back to normal.
Or course, Dracia was never fully normal again and now that she had a thousand or more books at her fingertips for information, she terrified her enemies and soon her mother and father were both terrified of her and her sisters were wary of her rage, for when she felt slighted she liked to tear flesh from bone.
To keep her from ripping his throat out King Robert sent her on missions to dangerous lands, every time giving her longer, more dangerous errands and every time aging terribly when she returned, unhurt and as she had been before, sometimes even bringing back peace treaties, earning the respect of the people, which was something Robert did not want.
Then on the birthday of the three princesses, they had each been born two ears behind their next up, eg. Dracia was eighteen, Acacia was sixteen, Iantha was fourteen, and they were cursed by an old woman, who was mocked, twice by Dracia.
The curse was that they would each turn into a monster at different times.
At the full moon Acacia would turn into the creature that was hunted after by every man looking for quick fame; the unicorn.
At the dark moon Iantha would turn into that which made people try again and again, for she had not laughed when Dracia had mocked; the Phoenix.
And every time Dracia became enraged she would turn into the monster that children had nightmares about and men hunted with every breath in their body; a dragon.
Of course Dracia took none of this seriously and told the woman to go back to the pit she called a home, and the ball continued without a hitch.
It was only until later that night, when the three princess’s were alone in their rooms, did they feel the differences starting to happen. I it was not physical, not yet, but the feeling of being changed inside, in their minds, was upon them and the next morning none could deny that they acted different.
Iantha seemed to physically glow and was filled with joy and laughter; Acacia was deep in thought through out breakfast and Dracia felt feral and wild.
When the witch had cursed the three princess’s she had planned that they be sorry for what they had done but Iantha had always been a glowing firebird in her heart and Acacia always a mysterious unicorn.
It was Dracia who realized how much this could aid her in her quest to complexly usurp the king and learned all she could about dragons, even catching a miniature black wing and taming it as her pet… the witch was bitterly disappointed and even tried to take back the spell but Dracia, a much more powerful sorceress did not allow it and sent her spell back on the woman, who remained a rat eternally.
Then something terrible happened; the queen gave birth to a son, and heir to the kingdom. Dracia was outraged. She had carefully cultivated her image as a strong queen, as someone who would rule the people justly and fairly and her this boy would steal her throne.
For the first time in her life since meeting Jazil, Dracia felt the hold on her temper starting to slip but instead of stepping away from the throne and bowing to her new brother, Dracia killed her father, her mother, and her brother, leaving the castle a blood bath as she traveled to the East.
The next morning when Iantha and Acacia woke they found everyone dead and Dracia and her half brother gone, without a note where they were. Terrified for their sister’s safety they quickly packed and followed the cooling trail that their sister left.
Dracia always kept one step ahead of them, leaving them no clues where she was going, and even Iantha, who had the gift of a seer, could not find her sister for she had cloaked herself from all magic sights, it wasn’t until three months of following Dracia deeper into the east that they realized where she was heading.
Jazil.
Dracia was being summoned by her former mentor and lover into the Dark Lands where it was said the dead did not die and the living did not live long.
Terrified their sister was in the grip of some terrible sorcery they tried even harder to catch her… but they only found her when they met her, along with Lucas and Jazil on the island of Vanya.
Gathering their powers around them Iantha and Acacia sent a killing spell at Jazil and he, thinking he was still immortal did not run but was shocked when he found himself teetering on the brink of death and gave Dracia his last loving words and faded.
Dracia was heart broken and in those few minutes lost her mind completely and threw herself from the cliff and onto the sharp black rocks and iron grey sea below.
The last word that she ever spoke was the name of her lover:
“Jazil…”
Dracia and her two sisters are going to be in a novel titled ‘The Jesters Fall’ it’ll circle the royal family, mainly the three daughters until the end when Dracia tosses herself off the cliff and into the sea.
However there will be a secret chapter at the very end of the book where Dracia sends her soul from her body and into her journal and spell that she wrote in faithfully every day and sends that book deep, deep into the dark lands so that one day she would once again walk her lands.
Her name means “born from the shadows” and naming her was the last thing her parents did right. Her father, bitter that his first child was not a boy grew to resent his dark eyed daughter and soon, after many times when she tried his patience struck her.
Dracia learned to despise her father and often spoke in a sweetly poisoned voice when around him, and in return he grew cold to her, soon the wedge that had started separating them became a crack, then the crack became a crevice and then a canyon until it seemed an ocean of bitterness separated the two of them.
However, one day when Dracia was sitting in what she called her solitary tree a man dressed in jesters garb walked through the gate way and through the courtyard, seemingly unaware of Dracia pitiless black eyes until he abruptly turned to her and watched her watching him.
After a few moments he came over and told her he was Jazil from the east, he doesn’t give an exact land. Dracia tells him who she is and where her father is if he’s wandering for a job.
Dracia, who is twelve by this time, intrigues Jazil and he sits beside her, entertaining her with bits of trick magic and coaxing her into answers about herself and her kingdom.
Soon he finds out all about her and becomes her protector and magic teacher, much to her father’s dismay. Dracia was already showing an uncanny ability to slip through the castle like a shadow, and now Jazil was teaching her how to control items and people.
These lessons Dracia passed onto her two younger sisters, Iantha and Acacia, and soon they were sorceresses as well as princesses and, in Acacias case, huntresses.
Of course, there was a price to the Lessons and Jazil, ever patient and seductive, extracted these payments from Dracia slowly; teaching her the absolute beauty of the night sky and the utter stupidity of humanity.
Soon Dracia’s opinion everyone but her sisters was colored by this conviction and she became cold and cruel with all but Jazil, Iantha and Acacia, which was what Jazil had wanted. He sensed the dark well of power within Dracia, also apparent in her sisters but she was the easiest to seduce because she was of the night, like him, and he wanted to have the dark power at his aid.
And, as Jazil had anticipated, Dracia fell in love with him. However, as these things sometimes go, he also fell in love with her. At first he was reluctant to acknowledge this but soon he was seduced by the ruthless darkness within his dark eyed lady and they became lovers.
King Robert did not know of his eldest daughter’s liaison but he did see that she changed in a very, very dangerous way. She had always sat in when court was in session but before she stayed quiet, watching intently but now she interrupted with ideas that were obviously more aware than the old kings, but what was worse was the way she said these things; with that cool sneer in her voice and her eyes flashing like obsidian plates.
Many of the courtiers grew to actively fear her, not only for her ideas but for a feeling they got when they were around her. As if she had been tainted by something too dark to name, and the look in her face; that cold, superior smile that she had on when she spoke to anyone but her sisters, and of course her lover.
And while it took a while King Robert finally did wise up by listening his little informant, who had seen Dracia and Jazil together. King Robert was furious and confronted Dracia, who sat calmly in her room, listening to him and nodding as if she understood completely.
Then she did something that terrified and amazed the king. She flicked her wrist and the door slammed shut, and standing there was none other than his bastard son, Lucas. Dracia informed him that Lucien was her new second in command and she had acquired a man who would teach her to get the answers she wanted… He was known, said she, through out the land as The Secret King, and he was the most ruthless torture master in documented history.
Of course by the end of his lessons Dracia was crueler than him by a long shot, but that’s only because she had Jazil training her.
Dracia was utterly confident that her father was too much a coward to do anything to harm Jazil or herself. She was wrong and when, one morning she found her door locked; her father he had more back bone than she had initially thought.
King Robert banished Jazil. When he walked across the courtyard Dracia watched, pounding on her window and screaming at the top of her lungs as he turned and look back at the castle. When their eyes met he sketched a bow and she could hear his voice in her mind; ‘I’ll find you again’.
Dracia was devastated. She ate and drank only enough to keep herself alive and refused all contact, even that of her sisters. As she sat in her room, silent and brooding her mind turned inward and she found an entire world as dark and rich as Jazil had been, slowly she began to build castles and worlds with in her own psyche.
Soon her mind was calm and surrounded by walls and she remerged into the real world, nearly four days later. She was ravenous and parched and sent her maids for food and wine from the kitchens and ate until she felt back to normal.
Or course, Dracia was never fully normal again and now that she had a thousand or more books at her fingertips for information, she terrified her enemies and soon her mother and father were both terrified of her and her sisters were wary of her rage, for when she felt slighted she liked to tear flesh from bone.
To keep her from ripping his throat out King Robert sent her on missions to dangerous lands, every time giving her longer, more dangerous errands and every time aging terribly when she returned, unhurt and as she had been before, sometimes even bringing back peace treaties, earning the respect of the people, which was something Robert did not want.
Then on the birthday of the three princesses, they had each been born two ears behind their next up, eg. Dracia was eighteen, Acacia was sixteen, Iantha was fourteen, and they were cursed by an old woman, who was mocked, twice by Dracia.
The curse was that they would each turn into a monster at different times.
At the full moon Acacia would turn into the creature that was hunted after by every man looking for quick fame; the unicorn.
At the dark moon Iantha would turn into that which made people try again and again, for she had not laughed when Dracia had mocked; the Phoenix.
And every time Dracia became enraged she would turn into the monster that children had nightmares about and men hunted with every breath in their body; a dragon.
Of course Dracia took none of this seriously and told the woman to go back to the pit she called a home, and the ball continued without a hitch.
It was only until later that night, when the three princess’s were alone in their rooms, did they feel the differences starting to happen. I it was not physical, not yet, but the feeling of being changed inside, in their minds, was upon them and the next morning none could deny that they acted different.
Iantha seemed to physically glow and was filled with joy and laughter; Acacia was deep in thought through out breakfast and Dracia felt feral and wild.
When the witch had cursed the three princess’s she had planned that they be sorry for what they had done but Iantha had always been a glowing firebird in her heart and Acacia always a mysterious unicorn.
It was Dracia who realized how much this could aid her in her quest to complexly usurp the king and learned all she could about dragons, even catching a miniature black wing and taming it as her pet… the witch was bitterly disappointed and even tried to take back the spell but Dracia, a much more powerful sorceress did not allow it and sent her spell back on the woman, who remained a rat eternally.
Then something terrible happened; the queen gave birth to a son, and heir to the kingdom. Dracia was outraged. She had carefully cultivated her image as a strong queen, as someone who would rule the people justly and fairly and her this boy would steal her throne.
For the first time in her life since meeting Jazil, Dracia felt the hold on her temper starting to slip but instead of stepping away from the throne and bowing to her new brother, Dracia killed her father, her mother, and her brother, leaving the castle a blood bath as she traveled to the East.
The next morning when Iantha and Acacia woke they found everyone dead and Dracia and her half brother gone, without a note where they were. Terrified for their sister’s safety they quickly packed and followed the cooling trail that their sister left.
Dracia always kept one step ahead of them, leaving them no clues where she was going, and even Iantha, who had the gift of a seer, could not find her sister for she had cloaked herself from all magic sights, it wasn’t until three months of following Dracia deeper into the east that they realized where she was heading.
Jazil.
Dracia was being summoned by her former mentor and lover into the Dark Lands where it was said the dead did not die and the living did not live long.
Terrified their sister was in the grip of some terrible sorcery they tried even harder to catch her… but they only found her when they met her, along with Lucas and Jazil on the island of Vanya.
Gathering their powers around them Iantha and Acacia sent a killing spell at Jazil and he, thinking he was still immortal did not run but was shocked when he found himself teetering on the brink of death and gave Dracia his last loving words and faded.
Dracia was heart broken and in those few minutes lost her mind completely and threw herself from the cliff and onto the sharp black rocks and iron grey sea below.
The last word that she ever spoke was the name of her lover:
“Jazil…”
Dracia and her two sisters are going to be in a novel titled ‘The Jesters Fall’ it’ll circle the royal family, mainly the three daughters until the end when Dracia tosses herself off the cliff and into the sea.
However there will be a secret chapter at the very end of the book where Dracia sends her soul from her body and into her journal and spell that she wrote in faithfully every day and sends that book deep, deep into the dark lands so that one day she would once again walk her lands.
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