Rhine Jive Click
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- Posted: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 22:35:04 +0000
*The Founder*
:. I'm known as .: :: St. Vier
:. Behind the scenes .: :: Rhine Jive Click
:. Candles on the Cake .: :: 27
:.I am proudly.: :: The Founder of the Seventh Trumpet
:.Gender.: Female, pansexual
:. Write-up .: :::: Intelligent; passionate to a fault; constrained, and very aware of the bounds of professional etiquette. Confident, vain, intolerant of weakness or failure. Certain in the truth of her mission, St. Vier is ready and eager to do nearly anything in service to that mission, and a kind of macabre creativity that comes naturally to her lends itself to solving professional problems in ways less than family friendly. Speaks very precisely, and holds people to their words in the most literal sense—if she asks you for a pound of flesh, she’s expecting you to pull out a knife and start lopping off fingers.
Above all else, shines with a sort of insular enjoyment in what she does. Is happy to give of herself to the bone, as long as the person asking has his philosophy straight.
:. Assets .: :: Cult of personality. Creating a successful Escariot team has given her the smallest hint of star power, just enough cachet to get her access to toys or facilities that might not be open to others in similar positions of power.
Under the influence, is roughly as powerful physically as a mid-level demon; all senses improve (taste and touch most dramatically), and all teeth lengthen to predatory incisors (it’s possible to tell how recently St. Vier has taken blood by the length of her teeth). Additionally, it should be added that under the influence, St. Vier’s personality becomes far more abrupt; quick to act, and far more diverted by physical sensation.
:. Sob Story .: :: :St. Vier’s family has occupied officer ranks in Escariot for generations; they like to brag that their families were among the first to step into the outer reaches of hell, and St. Vier grew up in a household populated with both the carved remains of minor demons given as toys to herself and her brothers and revered relics—in her family’s case an index finger and heart belonging to two major saints whose lineage could be traced to Vier’s family.
Born Emma Lay, St. Vier couldn’t be anything but what she has become; she was raised in Escariot-organized schooling, her friends were other friendly families. She’s gone to church three times a week since the age of four.
At the age of sixteen, she joined the militia. By age 19, she was fast tracked to occupy an officer’s position, and by 23 he had achieved the rank of first lieutenant.
At the age of 25, St. Vier disregarded orders put in place for her safety, and left her teammates to hunt and slay a powerful incubus. It was far too powerful for her, and by the time it was done with her she was a mess of a creature, the barest, most sluggish hint of a pulse the only sign that she was still alive. Her teammates found her soon after, knowing full well what she had been hunting and, upon finding that she was still chaste (they checked carefully), set about sanctifying her for her strength of will (healing her secondarily—the soul is more important than the body).
Oddly, minutes after receiving what might have been last rites, St. Vier was on her feet, fully conscious, looking fit as a fiddle (though her body was torn nearly to shreds—she patently should not have been able to stand on legs broken as many times as hers had been)with a dreamy smile on her face. She walked to the hospital, speaking all the time about the glory of God—her teammates canonized her on the spot, sure that there was no way for a living woman to be speaking so calmly with such a body. Since, the Catholic Church has denied her true status as a saint, since she is living, but most of the people around her have forgotten she has a name other than St. Vier.
The incubus came again, soon after (perhaps regretting its failure to end her successfully), and with that same beautific smile on her face St. Vier tore into him with viciousness she could not have imagined before then. Weakened, and beaten repeatedly to unconsciousness, the incubus was susceptible, and could not resist when St. Vier bound the creature using sacred tenants.
St. Vier knew the creature had something to do with her survival—it took her months (to the demon’s painful detriment) to find out it was the blood that had kept her alive.
And thus a beautiful team was born.
:. File Not Found .: :: See Above. St. Vier generally wears thin, wire-rimmed glasses, removing and tucking them into a pocket when in a situation she fears might damage them. Stands at 5’9”. Long-term exposure to incubi blood has altered her appearance slightly, for good and ill: she was born of Mediterranean complexion, with dark skin and hair. In the past year, color has leached from her skin and eyes, leaving her with a somewhat sickly complexion and colorless eyes.
She is well-groomed to a fault, with an eye to professionalism that hardly ever falters, even in the midst of a kill. Her most common expression is mild and expectant; pleasant, but distant. She tends to keep this expression even in moments where it is less than appropriate, showing excitement or pain only in her eyes or the pace of her breathing.
:. I have .: :: Control; A True Calling in life; good relations with the Escariot Organization; a master key to all the rooms in Seventh headquarters, including personal rooms; a small private fortune built on the Seventh’s reputation.
:. I almost forgot .: Always keeps a rosary on hand