THE AMBITIOUS â± LYCANÂ â± SUMMER BISHIL
You want nothing more than to lead your pack, but there are too many people in the way. Instead, youâve contented yourself with ruling over the people closest to you and biding your time until you can continue your ascension.
Born an heir to a great legacy, Devi was groomed from birth to be an Alpha to the world.
When her mother came into her inheritance, the world was a different place. Her pack was her family, foreigners intruding from the sea was a fairytale, and the Mughal Empire had yet to form. These things soon changed, as Manisha began to amass power across India, collecting lycan clans like trinkets, playthings to own and show off. It was time where lycans cared more about enacting itâs will upon humanity, rather than their immortal cousins. By the time of Deviâs birth, her pack had spread across the majority of the continent, intertwined with an Empire who promised peace.
Childhood for lycans lasted for much longer during this period, with their lifespans much longer than the years to come. Her early years were spent being taught, it seemed her mother and council of elites wished for her to memorize every text under the sun. Anything that pertained to her future ability to lead the lycans into a prosperous age, she was forced to recall. She was taught swordsmanship, archery, English; later, when armements came into popularity, she was taught how to use those.
By the time she had lived a century, a feat overshadowed by the lifespans of other lycans at the time, conflicts began to arise. Mostly inner ones, petty squabbles between their own kind. It was bound to happen, enough years in power breeds such dissatisfaction. Though, it was hard to judge some of the lycans, as with a few being prompted by another race of immortals, one who could only walk at night.
In retrospect, her birth had been the downfall of the Empire. What was meant to be a peace offering, a joining of Britain and India, had instead been a harbinger of war. She was a claim, a legacy of the foreign man whoâd sired her. When the pack wanted to break apart from Britain, citing rising tensions and self-insertion in conflicts it had no business in, it became war.
For a period of time, her mother seemed hellbent on fighting everyone, the invading lycans, vampires, even members of her own pack if they seemed disobediant enough. She was unwilling to give anything up, unwilling to even create a temporary truce with one of their adversaries. Fearing what would happen to her legacy if Manisha continued to rule, Devi decided it would be best if her motherâs had an unfortunate accident. So, she staged her assassination and ascended to the throne. Though, the damage had already been done. Her pack was fragmented and weak, her own will frail compared to the former queenâs. Everything crumbled around her.
By the time she was two-hundred, her empire was no more. The Mughals had fallen, the British had taken control, and her mother, father, sisters and brothers were no more. A queen whoâd once had everything was reduced to nothingness. It was when another lycan, know as Romulus gave her a second chance at life. He had grown his pack to a size that only existed in Deviâs fantasies, and heâd seen potential in what sheâd created. A savior of sorts, he offered her a seat at the table. Renaming herself Devon Voigt, to rid herself of the Queen Nayar she once was, she joined him.
Over the years, Devon grew dissatisfied with Romulusâ rule, unhappy with her meager position in his ever growing empire. Her blood wasnât simply created to do the dirty work of a mad king. She was lowering herself, when she had once been a great ruler. She wasnât too sure how it started, but sheâs slowly begun amassing power for herself, slowly creating loyalty with the disloyal. Soon she will take everything, overthrow Romulusâ reign and instate herself. Now itâs just a waiting game, until the right time to strike.
After escaping Paris, her makeshift pack wiped out from the battle, Deviâs entire centuries worth of plans had crumbled before her fingertips. The new big baddie was now the human governments, even some sheâd worked with centuries upon centuries ago. With the council scattered and the supernatural world increasingly scrutinized, Devi realized sheâd need to do something. Traveling the world, Devi decided to take it upon her to find immortals and humans in distress because of the Purges and direct them to a shelter run by the daughter of an old acquaintance in New York. Itâs not an easy job, but someoneâs got to do it. Besides, itâs almost like an extended honeymoon with her wife in tow.
THE ORACLE: In your quest for power you have employed many unusual tactics. While some would put little faith in the whispers heard by a broken mind, you are not too proud to overlook the possible advantage. They were surprised when you returned to them after the first reading they gave you; Most are unable to put their vague warnings and ambiguous advice to any use. You however, are more than capable of putting the pieces together. They are an asset, a tool, that you are not done with.
