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Post by Viktorya Ezekiel on Jul 21, 2011 0:02:46 GMT
Basic Information
Name:
Viktorya Odessa Ezekiel
Age:
Appears 22, Is 2,500,073 Years
Species:
Demon
Description && Personality
Height:
Six Feet
Eye color:
Green or Red
Hair color:
Red
Overall Description:
I have red hair and green eyes. I am very tall with an athletic build, but also womanly curves. I am very light skinned because I rarely see sunlight. I do not have any tattoos but sometimes I can be seen with spots on my shoulder blades from a potion. I usually wear dresses and corsets but as soon as I found out what mortals wear in the twenty-first century I've tried to mimic their clothes. I love tight leather and jeans! - Showing as much skin as possible is delightful. My demon look isn’t frightening. I’ve never been an ugly demon. I may have been teased by my siblings but I never paid them much heed. I never felt insufficient because my father was always very nice to me. I have bat-like wings. It is the only part of me that looks demon-like.
Weapons:
The Sword
Magic
Personality:
I am a very stuck up demon. I have been spoiled and pampered. I expect nothing less than the best! I do not think very highly of mortals. I have watched them grow and die. I have watched the “Neanderthals” become extinct. I love making someone weak. I love stealing a soul from someone highly religious. If the person is already evil there is no challenge. I love a challenge. When encountering anyone I cannot help but peel a high sense of superiority.
Likes:
- Spells
- Potions
- Violin / Music
- Torture
- S & M
- Sex
Dislikes:
- Harp
- Mortals
- Children
- Technology
- Overly Religious People
- Loud Noises
Fears:
I fear that one day I may become extinct myself as other true demons and that father will never tell me who my mother is.
Powers&&Skills
Powers:
I am very beautiful. It is not only my opinion but the vast opinion of others. I can make any mortals heart stop. Though in truth that is rather easy to do. One does not even need good looks to make that happen. I have been able to make any demon male or female gasp. My good looks can bring any stranger to complete orgasm! It is delightfully embarrassing on their own part. I have had my looks since birth and though I may use a transformation spell to look like someone else when I wish to my good looks are all my own thanks to my two parents. Mortals are born ugly and get to trade their soul for a beauty spell while demons if born ugly change their appearance to look like someone else.
I am very intelligent. If I had a class I would be at the top of it! I would not be in the top fifteen percent, or ten or even five. I would be crowned valedictorian! – And believe me, I would wear a crown. For eons I have used not my chokingly orgasmic beauty but my intelligence to win over a collection of souls to be prized among any higher demon! The taking of a soul from any dim witted tidbit is surprisingly easy. But the souls that really count are the ones where you have to work for. They have never been tainted or spiked with evil thoughts and evil deeds. Turning and polishing the purest of souls until ripe with wickedness is my specialty! I could even take the Pope! – And I have done so.
I am overly sufficient in every single language known to man and known to demon. I can speak all of the languages any Historian of Language Professor knows to be dead. It is a shame. If I were crazy I would admit to speaking the various dead languages to myself. Many a dead languages had a beautiful, beautiful tongue! A language I detest is English. It has changed so much over the years that I’d rather not keep up with the trend. “S’up?” “Beat Feet” and “Chick”? – It is supposed to mean as follows “What is up?” (still dreadfully confusing), “To leave very fast from a scene” and “a woman or girl”. I’d rather not speak English if I can avoid it but if I need to I speak with my words and meanings from the early 1500’s! I’d rather chatter off in Russian or one of the many African dialects.
I am not one you would wish to fight in a face off of weapons. I am very good with a sword! As a child I was fascinated with swords and the other jeweled weapons my father and his royal guards would carry around. I was picking up swords and daggers and other forms of weapons you would call medieval before I could walk. I had my first lesson when I was but seven. One of my father’s guards began to train me as if I was his own kin. He was one of the best fighters in the Demon Realm. As I got older I mastered my sensei’s techniques. I began to improve on them and even to add a bit of my own pizzazz (alright this word is from the 1930’s). There were times I even began to use spells and potions in the heat of battle all to improve my chances. In a battle anything goes unless specifications and terms are stated before.
I am more than proficient in spells. Not to mention potions. The two go hand in hand. Often when creating a potion you are uttering a spell. I do not even need to speak a spell for it to work. I can merely think of the incantation. It gives me a few seconds of an advantage – Not that I need them! I have read almost ever spell that has ever existed. I have created over 7, 842 spells! They are written in a little black book which I intent to share with no one! The book is even enchanted with one of my spells to prevent anyone from reading them. – Fingers burning. Blindness. Death. My most favorite of favorite activities would be mixing potions. I could probably cure cancer. But a side effect may be immortality. That wouldn’t be nice. Who wants a bunch of human rats living forever? – Not I!
As a child I used to be frightfully scared of torture. In the silence of the night I would hear screams coming from the dungeon where I was forbidden to go. Since I had not made any promises to stay out of course I would venture inside. I had found mortals with their intestines inside out still living. I saw mortals upside down with their genitals missing. I saw such horrible things. When I was caught I was punished. I would have to torture someone. At first I was dreadfully scared when the young boy kept screaming but soon I found that I rather enjoyed the task. Over time from both watching and participating I developed a knack and a taste. I can keep a mortal alive for seventeen hours while under the most excruciating pain if I am careful. The newspapers say waterboarding is horrid? – They have never met me!
I must admit interrogating someone is rather easy. In fact it is too easy! I should not even have the decency to call it a skill but I am a demon after all. I can read someone’s mind. I can use my most feminine body. I can torture. I can search into the deep bowels of someone’s mind and retrieve anything I want. Many a times it results in a very, very destroyed mind. Mortals are then no good for anything but the most basic of menial cleaning tasks and storing leyline energy.
Skills:
I have been taught in the arts of language, fighting, spells, potions and the art of torture and interrogation.
Weaknesses:
- Break Summoning Circles
- Decline being Summoned
- Daylight
- Unable to Lie
- Unable to Raise the Dead
- Walk on Holy Grounds
- Listen to the Bible from a True Believer
Do you honestly expect me to write seven paragraphs about my weaknesses? I decline! Why should I advertise? I can’t break summoning circles. I can’t decline being summoned. I can’t stand in daylight on the mortal plains. I am unable to lie. Though this does not mean I must be truthful. I am unable to raise the dead. Thus the need to capture necromancers. I am also unable to walk on holy grounds and listen to the bible. Alright, I am unable to listen to the bible from a true believer. If you don’t believe …. Now that’s enough freebies! – Not a single more.
History
History:
I was born in the demon world. I am not a mortal slave but a demon. During the autumn months I was born. The exact year and date is unknown. There was no such thing as a watch when I was conceived. The best date tracker we had was a sundial. You mortals might say I was born during the Lower Paleolithic Period. It was also called the Old Stone Age. I am approximately two point five million years old give or take a few years.
I do not remember which I was taught first. But over the years I learned as much as is to know about spells, potions, music, language and torture along with the other necessary things a demon must know. I was fascinated as a child by swords and the other jeweled weapons my father and his royal guards would carry. I was picking them up and other weapons you would call medieval before I could even walk. I enjoyed the status it brought to me. I could pretend I was a warrior; a human hunter.
I found love in music. I could play the piano and violin for hours and hours and hours. I could play them for many a days straight! The violin brought me such great joy. It came into my life at the such needed time. Sometimes I believe that I was the reason the violin was invented. I did need a new instrument to play because I had destroyed tons and tons of harps. I absolutely despised the harps though I had been ordered to play them. It had been the only form of sound for a long time aside from drums and versions of the flute. The harp was too soft a melody. It was peaceful. Now the violin? It was something!
During the millenniums I discovered that I had a talent and a taste for potions. I loved to stir things in a potions pot and create something new. I could cure ails and I could also make them. I knew instinctively whether to spin clockwise or counterclockwise, whether an incantation needed to be spoken in a specific tongue or if thinking strong thoughts would do. I also had a knack for finding the rare ingredients: finding lizards eggs, a necromancers toe, dried flowers, the blood of a pure of heart virgin.
During the twenty-first century I was summoned into a deep abyss. It was perhaps the only part of being a demon I disliked. I had tried so hard to keep my summoning name out of the clutches of mortals. There were six mortals around me covered in dark cloaks. I could not see their faces. Yet I instinctively knew their names. There was a seventh mortal in the bunch, a female. She wasn’t pure of heart though they thought so. I could smell one of the six cloaked mortals scent on her. She was tied with rope and could not move.
I was annoyed but did not show it. Or I tried my best. After some fancy footwork they let me out of the circle. They would get a favor and I would get the pure girl. Of course the girl was not pure meaning that the deal was null and void. I got to kill all the six mortals when they tried to flee! I physically ripped them into pieces. Before I got to execute the mortal female an eighth mortal showed up. The man was dressed in black and carried a sword that smelled holy.
Of course we fought. And during the turmoil the girl was killed anyways. It didn’t seem to matter to the man I fought with. He seemed to be mortal though I wasn’t sure. He knew of spells and the sword. We fought for hours. As I reached for a potion I wasn’t sure which it was, as I’ve said, I wasn’t expecting to be summoned. He caught the potion and threw it back at me. I hadn’t been expecting that in truth. I had gotten distracted, a bit cocky and the potion hit me square in the face. In that entire instant I seemed to forget everything. Before the man had time to kill me the sun rose and I was back in the demon world, unconscious and soon to be very forgetful. A demon with amnesia?
RP Sample
RP Sample:
65,000 Years Ago
The sun was down. A man, a Neanderthal was out of his cave. By all rights of his species he should have started a fire or ought to have been sleeping with the others of his kind. Instead he was bathing. Something seemed to have spilled on him and he was too proud to ask another to bathe with him. He was a man and he was not afraid. Besides, the water was near the cave and no large animals dared to trespass. He could see the fire in the short distance. He looked like a boy and yet he was considered a man. And that was when Viktorya approached. She had been watching because Neanderthals interested her of slight. Making grunts and signaling with her hands was beneath her. Instead she let her nude body do her talking.
The man took her and Viktorya was relived. But soon enough the tides changed as did the dominant position. It wasn’t rough enough for her. He tried to grunt; he wasn’t afraid but was angered. The nearby vines came alive and held him still. He could struggle but he wouldn’t be free. Viktorya had her way with the man. With her teeth she bit off his right nipple and suckled on the blood. Surprisingly the man was able to free his arm because one of the vines was just a babe. Viktorya took the man’s arm with surprising strength and pressed it to his own neck. She was going to kill him another way but now he was going to suffocate.
The man tried to grunt for help but was not able to. She could feel into his mind. He was angry that a woman was stronger than he. He was angry at his spirit for not protecting him and for letting this happen. He was also confused. And then he couldn’t breathe. Viktorya let out a subtle moan as the mans life ended with one final thrust. She continued for a few more minutes while he was in another land. The land of the dead. When she was done she rolled herself to the side and stretched out on the lawn. The sex had been good. Very good! It was a shame that for it to be so one would have to die.
“Now to wait,” Viktorya muttered to herself. One man had not satisfied her libido. She wanted more. She should have been a bit more patient with him. She shouldn’t have bitten off a nipple but she couldn’t help it. She played with the body in the sense of an animal with a full stomach playing with the carcass of a hunt. She scratched the flesh with her sharp nails until she had to peel off inches of flesh in lines. The body was bleeding but not as much as would if the wounds she had made were deeper and if his heart still beat. Suddenly there was but another grunt. She would have some more fun. She gave little regards to the future of the small tribe. The males were hunters and two males gone dead would be a devastating event! Viktorya didn’t even bother to clean up her bloodied body as she pounced on the new male.
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