Post by мαdαм on Jul 1, 2011 11:57:07 GMT -5
(Last Updated 25.09.11)
General Information
Name: [/color] Angelina Durless
Alias: [/color] Madam Red
Timeline: [/color] Always post episode 6
Physical Age: [/color] 28
Total Age: [/color] 30
Alliance: [/color] Demon
Species: [/color] Succubus
Health: [/color] 70%. There is bruising and small cuts over her arms, torso, and legs. Two major wounds are on her left thigh and right shoulder. They are stitched, wrapped, and healing slowly due to her refusal to feed.
Status: [/color] Hungry. Her abilities are less effective, and harder to cast when her energy levels are lower.
Marital: [/color] Single | Widowed | Unrequited Interest
Last Occupation: [/color] Neonatal surgeon with certifications in both Obstetrics and Gynecology and Maternal and Fetal Medicine.
Current Occupation: [/color] 'Underground/back market' surgeon for hire. She asks little questions, and performs flawless operations. She also runs a small store selling potions and other medical supplies.
Referral: [/color] Undertaker~
Physical Descriptions
Hair Style: [/color] Bob, fringe angled to a sharp point.
Hair color: [/color] Scarlet/Red
Eye color: [/color] Carmine/Red
Attire: [/color] A pre-flapper air was about the woman’s scarlet dress, the ruffled layers starting mid-hip and continuing down into for three full drops before just caressing the top of her ankles in the third. The waist merged up into a fold of crimson that perfected a delicate bow around the swagger of her shapely bottom, the edges of the large ribbon left to hang heavily behind her. Emerging from under the fitting bow was a dangerous climb of tightly fitting carmine corset, the edges trimmed in a delicate hint of black. Yet, its immodest nature was hidden from view with the addition of her jacket. The ruby shaded fabric was trimmed with a thick line of black, adding a sharp contrast against the neck of white satin that emerged as jabot— a blood-red broach sitting admits the sea of innocent white with a malicious gleam. Accenting the vermilion wardrobe was a scarlet sun-hat, and a black lace fan clutched lightly between black-satin gloved finger tips that matched the parasol hanging from the crook of her arm.
Human Appearance: [/color] Is an identical replica of her human form before she died. Her eyes remain red.
Demonic Appearance: [/color] When stepping into her 'true' form, she gains a set of horns that curl upwards from her crown. A powerful and heavy set of wings emerge from her hips, and are often wrapped around her legs like a set of skirts. A lengthy tail with a spade-tip often swishes at her back side. The skin of her wings and tail are a rough leather texture, and are very durable. She may also become more 'desirable' to members of the opposite sex, due to her nature as a succubi.
Ref Sheet: [/color] Image Here
Succubus Legend
The lore I drew my idea of succubi from, are a mixture of different cultures and my own fictional belief. My ideas do not reflect those of other succubi on this form, and likewise I would ask that you do not assume Madam is like any other type of succubi. Read first, and ask questions if you desire.
Madam is completely contractible to any species, although it is likely she will never find interest in taking a contract.
While she is capable of devouring a soul like a regular demon, she does not often choose too. Angelina relies mostly on absorbing 'energy' from a host, and there are several forms of energy she can feed on.
[/li][li]Emotional energy: [/color] From being present around individuals experiencing a great amount of emotion, she can absorb the energy this creates without needing to touch a host. Strong emotions such as anger and fear produce more energy then happiness or mild sadness. Depression however, produces a large amount of energy as well.
[/li][li]Soul Energy: [/color] This type of energy is all together different then physical or emotional energy-- it is the energy of your soul itself. Generally, the soul is guarded by our physical bodies, and it is nearly impossible to remove with out killing the mortal. However, there are moments when our soul energy is accessible to demons. When we sleep, our soul is left very vulnerable. Demons are able to turn our dreams into nightmares, and suck away our energy this way. Also when we experience great physical pain or pleasure, our soul energy leaks out of us. Some succubi only tap into the pain and pleasure portion of mortal bodies. Some succubi have learned how to torment mortals in their sleep, and turn their greatest fears into a reality to suck away soul energy as well.
[/li][li]Side Note[/color]: A succubi will generally not suck away your entire supply of Soul Energy, as doing so would kill a mortal. They often only take a portion to satisfy themselves, and leave a mortal with enough to survive. The mortal will feel weak, with almost flu-like symptoms. Sometimes they never remember the succubi, or they play it off as a delusion from the flu. However, if left for several weeks the mortal will regain their lost soul energy. However a trained Angel, or Reaper can tell when a mortal has been tainted by a succubi. There is a distinguishable mark left on the persons soul from the encounter.[/li][/ul]
Arcane Abilities
Listed are her innate abilities immediately after rebirth. Subject to change pending training and further character development.
Passive Abilities
Succubus Abilities
Battle:
Stamina: ♥♥♥
Strength: ♥♥
Speed: ♥♥♥♥♥
Dexterity: ♥♥♥
Special: ♥♥♥♥♥
Roleplay Information
Example Roleplay
(Prologue)
Anger. Revenge. Hatred.
They were such strong words, filled with thick venom that all but pulsed of a certain scarlet hue. It was a succulent crimson taste of jaded emotion that filled the soul and abolished any hopes of redemption. So thus while staring into the eyes of judgment, one Angelina Durless smiled and welcomed damnation. For it provided her with everything she would need; in time of course.
In that dark abyss there was a twist of existence. She was not anywhere, and yet was everywhere at once. She was not alive and yet she was not quite dead. Her soul was levitating between two planes of existence while she awaited the final call of her fate. While the weavers of destiny weighed the options of her emotion-driven power against the damage she would do. Deciding that she would prove good entertainment, and finally obtain the peace of mind she had not in a mortal existence-- she was released.
(Present Time)
A scarlet frame perched along the parapet of a frozen night. Posed in such a rigid state its frame almost merged with the architecture of the gothic structure. Gleaming eyes held life however, a piercing shade of scarlet that fluxed with translucent shade of light. The light would cast strange shadows over the contours of her face from the flicker of energy with in her, causing the light of her eyes to wane from bright to dim every few minutes. Pupils were but slit of darkness, dilating as they changed focus. Painted lips with a soft cherry shade curled, pulling forth a venomous expression of utter satisfaction. Soon she would strike.
Every night she would find them as they worked, settle herself among the natural camouflage given by the surroundings and study them. Shadows had become apart of her, swallowing her vibrant attire. For red turned to grey the fastest in the lack of light. Tonight was no different then all the other's. Blood pulsed through the scarlet women's being, the beat seeming to match every move of the reapers she haunted. Every time they reared back for a killing blow, she could feel that murderous urge follow along with them. Anne could taste the death as it filled the air, and it made her squirm with delight. The metallic hint of blood that caused her to take a breath of appreciation for the life that had shed it.
Angelina was not the woman she had been in mortal life-- she couldn't remember a moment of it. There were the occasional flashes of a man with dusty grey hair that she loved, and memories of the man's charming son with bright blue eyes. But beyond the brief glimpses she knew nothing of her past life. In not knowing, she would find no irony in what she had become. The woman that tortured the life of prostitutes, now condemned to live eternity as a succubus. Fate was cruel sometimes.
Angelina's demonic nature was still weak, being so young to the immortal night. With her powers still unidentified, the shingamii that she found herself fascinated with had yet to notice her presence. By the time they would finish their missions, she would always be gone. Never staying long enough to be found-- it wasn't worth the risk. Yet the woman in red found herself almost addicted to finding them, unable but to draw herself to the scenes of death and watch the last breath of mortal life be crushed away. She always hoped to find a familiar face in one of those dark alleyways. Did that angelic face with hair as crimson as her own with a demonic smile exist? She was doubtful that the memory of Grell was even true. If he did exist however, she would soon find him.
General Information
Name: [/color] Angelina Durless
Alias: [/color] Madam Red
Timeline: [/color] Always post episode 6
Physical Age: [/color] 28
Total Age: [/color] 30
Alliance: [/color] Demon
Species: [/color] Succubus
Health: [/color] 70%. There is bruising and small cuts over her arms, torso, and legs. Two major wounds are on her left thigh and right shoulder. They are stitched, wrapped, and healing slowly due to her refusal to feed.
Status: [/color] Hungry. Her abilities are less effective, and harder to cast when her energy levels are lower.
Marital: [/color] Single | Widowed | Unrequited Interest
Last Occupation: [/color] Neonatal surgeon with certifications in both Obstetrics and Gynecology and Maternal and Fetal Medicine.
Current Occupation: [/color] 'Underground/back market' surgeon for hire. She asks little questions, and performs flawless operations. She also runs a small store selling potions and other medical supplies.
Referral: [/color] Undertaker~
Physical Descriptions
Hair Style: [/color] Bob, fringe angled to a sharp point.
Hair color: [/color] Scarlet/Red
Eye color: [/color] Carmine/Red
Attire: [/color] A pre-flapper air was about the woman’s scarlet dress, the ruffled layers starting mid-hip and continuing down into for three full drops before just caressing the top of her ankles in the third. The waist merged up into a fold of crimson that perfected a delicate bow around the swagger of her shapely bottom, the edges of the large ribbon left to hang heavily behind her. Emerging from under the fitting bow was a dangerous climb of tightly fitting carmine corset, the edges trimmed in a delicate hint of black. Yet, its immodest nature was hidden from view with the addition of her jacket. The ruby shaded fabric was trimmed with a thick line of black, adding a sharp contrast against the neck of white satin that emerged as jabot— a blood-red broach sitting admits the sea of innocent white with a malicious gleam. Accenting the vermilion wardrobe was a scarlet sun-hat, and a black lace fan clutched lightly between black-satin gloved finger tips that matched the parasol hanging from the crook of her arm.
Human Appearance: [/color] Is an identical replica of her human form before she died. Her eyes remain red.
Demonic Appearance: [/color] When stepping into her 'true' form, she gains a set of horns that curl upwards from her crown. A powerful and heavy set of wings emerge from her hips, and are often wrapped around her legs like a set of skirts. A lengthy tail with a spade-tip often swishes at her back side. The skin of her wings and tail are a rough leather texture, and are very durable. She may also become more 'desirable' to members of the opposite sex, due to her nature as a succubi.
Ref Sheet: [/color] Image Here
Succubus Legend
The lore I drew my idea of succubi from, are a mixture of different cultures and my own fictional belief. My ideas do not reflect those of other succubi on this form, and likewise I would ask that you do not assume Madam is like any other type of succubi. Read first, and ask questions if you desire.
Madam is completely contractible to any species, although it is likely she will never find interest in taking a contract.
While she is capable of devouring a soul like a regular demon, she does not often choose too. Angelina relies mostly on absorbing 'energy' from a host, and there are several forms of energy she can feed on.
- Physical Energy:
[/li][li]Emotional energy: [/color] From being present around individuals experiencing a great amount of emotion, she can absorb the energy this creates without needing to touch a host. Strong emotions such as anger and fear produce more energy then happiness or mild sadness. Depression however, produces a large amount of energy as well.
[/li][li]Soul Energy: [/color] This type of energy is all together different then physical or emotional energy-- it is the energy of your soul itself. Generally, the soul is guarded by our physical bodies, and it is nearly impossible to remove with out killing the mortal. However, there are moments when our soul energy is accessible to demons. When we sleep, our soul is left very vulnerable. Demons are able to turn our dreams into nightmares, and suck away our energy this way. Also when we experience great physical pain or pleasure, our soul energy leaks out of us. Some succubi only tap into the pain and pleasure portion of mortal bodies. Some succubi have learned how to torment mortals in their sleep, and turn their greatest fears into a reality to suck away soul energy as well.
[/li][li]Side Note[/color]: A succubi will generally not suck away your entire supply of Soul Energy, as doing so would kill a mortal. They often only take a portion to satisfy themselves, and leave a mortal with enough to survive. The mortal will feel weak, with almost flu-like symptoms. Sometimes they never remember the succubi, or they play it off as a delusion from the flu. However, if left for several weeks the mortal will regain their lost soul energy. However a trained Angel, or Reaper can tell when a mortal has been tainted by a succubi. There is a distinguishable mark left on the persons soul from the encounter.[/li][/ul]
Arcane Abilities
Listed are her innate abilities immediately after rebirth. Subject to change pending training and further character development.
- Fire Blast
Level 4
A direct fire spell that releases a sudden and searing blast of fire towards a single foe.
Instant Cast
15yds range
30sec cool down - Fire Wall
Level 3
A direct fire spell that summons a wall of fire to block the path of a foe. Lasts for 40 seconds.
45sec Channel
20yrds range
1min cool down - Hellfire (special)
Level 1
Area effect spell during which pulses of fire radiate out each second from the caster, causing damage to enemies within range. This spell is a channelling spell, so interruptions can shorten the duration and thus the damage output. Lasts 15 sec.
60sec Channel
30yrds range
5min cool down - Flametongue (special)
Level 1
Temporary enhancement that increases fire damage for 30 minutes.
Instant cast.
10sec cool down
Passive Abilities
- Flame Manipulation; a natural control over fire.
Flame Retardant; a natural immunity to fire damage. Will absorb and auto-regen 20% of energy from fire attacks.
Succubus Abilities
- Hypno Trance
Level 3
Upon making eye contact with an individual, Anne can has a natural ability to persuade them to agree with her suggestions. The more willpower the individual has, the less effective this ability is.
Instant Cast.
20yrds range
No cool down - Dreamscape
Level 2
The soul is most vulnerable when your body is asleep, your dreams opening to your own desires. Caster can manifest themselves inside this dream-world and take advantage of your vulnerability. Caster is also able to drain energy away from the victim. Willpower does not effect this ability.
60sec Channel
5yrds range
30min cool down - Illusion
Level 5
Caster is able to mask their appearance with a temporary form. This form may appear difference to those who see it, depending on their inner desires.
Instant Cast
No Range
20min cool down - Distortion (Special)
Level 1
A devastating ability that feeds off of the fear and torment of an enemy. Inner most fears are turned against the victim, and reality itself may become distorted.
60sec Channel
10yrds range
20min cool down
Battle:
Stamina: ♥♥♥
Strength: ♥♥
Speed: ♥♥♥♥♥
Dexterity: ♥♥♥
Special: ♥♥♥♥♥
Roleplay Information
Example Roleplay
(Prologue)
Anger. Revenge. Hatred.
They were such strong words, filled with thick venom that all but pulsed of a certain scarlet hue. It was a succulent crimson taste of jaded emotion that filled the soul and abolished any hopes of redemption. So thus while staring into the eyes of judgment, one Angelina Durless smiled and welcomed damnation. For it provided her with everything she would need; in time of course.
In that dark abyss there was a twist of existence. She was not anywhere, and yet was everywhere at once. She was not alive and yet she was not quite dead. Her soul was levitating between two planes of existence while she awaited the final call of her fate. While the weavers of destiny weighed the options of her emotion-driven power against the damage she would do. Deciding that she would prove good entertainment, and finally obtain the peace of mind she had not in a mortal existence-- she was released.
(Present Time)
A scarlet frame perched along the parapet of a frozen night. Posed in such a rigid state its frame almost merged with the architecture of the gothic structure. Gleaming eyes held life however, a piercing shade of scarlet that fluxed with translucent shade of light. The light would cast strange shadows over the contours of her face from the flicker of energy with in her, causing the light of her eyes to wane from bright to dim every few minutes. Pupils were but slit of darkness, dilating as they changed focus. Painted lips with a soft cherry shade curled, pulling forth a venomous expression of utter satisfaction. Soon she would strike.
Every night she would find them as they worked, settle herself among the natural camouflage given by the surroundings and study them. Shadows had become apart of her, swallowing her vibrant attire. For red turned to grey the fastest in the lack of light. Tonight was no different then all the other's. Blood pulsed through the scarlet women's being, the beat seeming to match every move of the reapers she haunted. Every time they reared back for a killing blow, she could feel that murderous urge follow along with them. Anne could taste the death as it filled the air, and it made her squirm with delight. The metallic hint of blood that caused her to take a breath of appreciation for the life that had shed it.
Angelina was not the woman she had been in mortal life-- she couldn't remember a moment of it. There were the occasional flashes of a man with dusty grey hair that she loved, and memories of the man's charming son with bright blue eyes. But beyond the brief glimpses she knew nothing of her past life. In not knowing, she would find no irony in what she had become. The woman that tortured the life of prostitutes, now condemned to live eternity as a succubus. Fate was cruel sometimes.
Angelina's demonic nature was still weak, being so young to the immortal night. With her powers still unidentified, the shingamii that she found herself fascinated with had yet to notice her presence. By the time they would finish their missions, she would always be gone. Never staying long enough to be found-- it wasn't worth the risk. Yet the woman in red found herself almost addicted to finding them, unable but to draw herself to the scenes of death and watch the last breath of mortal life be crushed away. She always hoped to find a familiar face in one of those dark alleyways. Did that angelic face with hair as crimson as her own with a demonic smile exist? She was doubtful that the memory of Grell was even true. If he did exist however, she would soon find him.
