The temperature roiled, unnaturally high and thick with the scent of vanilla and honey, of forgotten promises and wet dreams. A heavy, oppressive silence, charged with static energy even in the midst of conversation and the roar of a bass line. "Of course." His expression was smooth, void of emotion, obsidian eyes settling on Liliths’s curious gaze. "It’s a war zone out there. No two days are alike. And there’s no place else I’d rather be." The tone of his voice, though light, carried a certain meaningful significance; a question masquerading as statement. "The only way to forge steel is to temper it with fire." The inquisition was over from what he could tell, a faulty frequency all that remained to buzz in his ears and make his hair stand on end. It made him itch, pearlescent teeth grinding with every flex of his aching jaw, posture shifting with discomfort. She orders more to drink, supplying him with the same liquor. Hers is gone, leaving the one single sliver in the crystalline shot. What the hell? He bites the bullet and does the same, leaving the glass to clatter against the bar top as he seethes within the toxic warmth. Inside her energy sets to work, rewriting and regenerating.
His head snapped to the side, ears straining to attune to her voice. He could hear clapping and stomping. Rhythmic grinding. It tugged at his short-term memory, begging recollection. So familiar. His head was pulsing, pressured surges coursing through his brain with agonizing consistency. Too tired to tense with caution; too tired to maintain anything, really. As he stepped up, his hand took to hers. "Don't live life watching it pass you by. Let's get some." Through the space he’d punched open so impatiently, bodies bumping and gyrating into others without a care in the world. The poignant smell of alcohol drenching the unfiltered air. Inhuman forms masquerading, flashing and writhing in chaos with a din that drilled painfully into his senses, he only mirrored it right back. "Move," rolled the hoarse voice, they obeyed. You give what you get. Everything shone slick with liquor, bathed in fluorescent light, and Theodoric wasn’t wasting any time. Many lived and breathed this, the drugs, sex, the denizens of sin. The canvas of his inhuman composition far surpassed the lackluster forms, a lingering declaration of former self, built as a weapon. Weren't they all? As Red truly designed as, funny how it is to be discarded - but that doesn't mean she didn't retain her edges.
His gate was unnatural. Too sharp, too full of potency. Fire. A roaring inferno birthed from a single look, devouring every drop of alcohol, every vulnerable exposed flash of skin with merciless indulgence in heat waves. Hell had come out to play.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 4:10 pm
Lothdoliel Galaendeth Succubus age 24 | Rank C : Adept | Assassin/ Corporate Assassin (subclass pending) | Water
The night was young.. well eternal really.. still the smell of cheap liquor and body fluids filled the nostrils. There was much to do and many to do it with heart She figured she'd start by doing a little shopping and baiting out some of those sketchy types going around looking for something other than a little quick touch and play. Her assistant seemed to have some skills with a lockpick, a perfect catch.. she looked a little young but go deep enough even a child could find some action in these sorts of places. She'd seen it first hand quite a many times during her life's profession. She'd whisper to Nym in Meritia "Seems like you got some quick hands, wanna help me out a little, I've got some extra gold for ya and you wont even hafta open your legs.. unless you want to. All you gotta do is pick a few pockets and see who tries to do something about it! Ah but don't think I meant that literally, I mean were gonna set up shop here and see who shuts us down! But first you'll need a disguise. " In fact Nym wouldn't really need a disguise but she was cute, shopping might not be fun, and she didn't want to actually have to pay her by the hour if they were just shopping around. A perfect cover story! Though if she found work it wouldn't matter much how much she lost here. She'd need to be ready to spend big sooner or later if she found what she was looking for.
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Current funds: 4000
She is basically a corporate assassin, smuggler, merchant, and prostitute. Shes a bit of a sociopath but isn't particularly unfriendly. She is wearing a dress, fishnets, and heels with a parasol.. She was aiming for cute and stylish actually but the fashion in Nocturne is a bit more "to the point". She keeps throwing knives hidden in the parasol and dress and beneath the accessories. She is very good at shifting these things around don't expect to find them easily if you aren't prepared to search her thoroughly. She also has a purse but most of the items within are for play, protection, and upkeep. There is a lockpicking kit and more knives however.
20x throwing knives energy 1350 / 1350
She's wearing a rather fragrant and expensive perfume made from strong aphrodisiacs. They may or may not affect anyone much but its purpose alongside her apparel and behavior if it gets too far is to suggest she's out looking for a wallet on legs with no strings attached. She isn't secretive about this nor is she particularly interested in whether or not you wear a ring unless you want to give it to her.
Current official quest: none Current random character quest: do some networking and find some jobs to do, preferably something a little more substantial than another playdate. She needs to build both reputation and work on her skills as well
Strength: Succubus(+6) + Ninja(+1) = 7 Speed: Succubus(+6 [+2 if Flying]) + Ninja(+2) = 8 [+2 if Flying]
Energy Color: rustic brown/bronze Energy Meter: 900x succubus bonus (1.5x base energy) = 1350
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Fire. What an interesting thing to say. There was an allusion here, a probing of intentions and hidden truths. Lilith's eyes flashed with a sudden annoyance. Had she not been clear that it was time for pleasure, not business? There was no way in Kala's realm that Lilith would give anything away, especially with how little she trusted anyone. Even the group of people who had come together in secret to see Zacariah fall did not include a single person the succubus would call 'friend'. She did not deal with those. There were people she manipulated, others she lied to, many she killed. Very, very few that she respected. Theodoric, regardless of who he may or may not be, did not have that respect. He would have to earn anymore rights to speak with Lilith beyond a surface level. An eyebrow raised in initial response to Theodoric's proclamation to seize the night. He must not fully understand the intricacies of pleasure. Sometimes, observing was the most enjoyable thing to do. Even now watching the crowd was having an effect on her. With half-lidded eyes Lilith watched hands reach for flesh, teeth digging in to skin, tongues dancing for dominance. She took in every grind and bump that bodies performed, scrutinized the sights that betrayed devious intent. From her perch at the bar nothing escaped her. Beyond the booming tones and undertones of the music Lilith perceived so much more. A vampire had let one of her succubi get too close and his pockets were being raided all while she spoke sweet nothings to him. A deal was being brokered just to her left, business men looking for partners to help get them ahead. Moans, groans, sighs of ecstasy; each of these reached her. Through the gift bestowed upon her by Lukhan and her own latent ability the she-devil allowed those heated emotions leak in to her. Desire rose in her but there was no one yet worthy to alleviate the craving. "You must not know me very well if you think I let things slip through my fingers." Choosing now to allow the crowd to be graced with her physical presence, Lilith unfolded her legs and stepped down from the raised dais. Just as before when she entered, the crowd turned to her. Eyes alit upon the beautiful temptation and watched her every move. Each step she made seemed calculated, hips swaying in such a hypnotic and entrancing way. That wicked gaze of allure cut people down with even the shortest of glances. Her hair swayed with the steps, a golden cascade that never seemed to be out of place. Lilith reached up with her hands and shrugged off her leather jacket, letting it slip off of her arms and fall to the floor. Right away there was a literal fight to retrieve it as some sort of trophy. The mood only intensified the further in she sauntered. Many groped for her, an act which she allowed. They pressed against her for the sheer euphoria of being able to claim they had laid hands on the Queen of Pain. An energy rippled from her body freely, a signal the other of her kind and their counterparts. Each increased their own aura, pouring everything in to it. Those closest to Lilith started first, grasping at each other and looking for a means to release. All succubi and incubi were excluded from the weight of her pressure, including Theodoric. He would have to work the old fashion way to bring out that primal side in her. The crowd would close around the two as Lilith entered a slow, winding dance. Her loose white shirt revealed so much flawless skin. A black bra restricted access from her breasts, though from the ministrations of the horde around her a strap hung loose. Pants tight enough to leave little for imagination hugged every curve. She swayed and rocked in perfect time with the music throbbing in the room. Her eyes landed on Theodoric and posed a challenge. They bore in to him with a very experienced and enticing gaze. -Come, make me interested- It seemed to say so, though her full lips never moved.
• Extremely seductive. Like Incubi, you possess the ability to instantly seduce others as long as they're two ranks below you. It's said that this becomes possible only due to their astounding beauty, but that is only a supplement. The Succubi are indeed far more beautiful than all other races, but their seduction lies in the magical energy they are born with. This energy flows around them and into the air like cells into a vein, bewitching any they seek.
• Lilith has developed the ability to detect the emotional state of the people near her and manipulate her succubus aura to merely make people around her feel very wanting of the more pleasurable acts. They become lascivious ratchet hoes, making it easier for Lilith to seduce people. This makes it so people one rank under Lillith are instantly seduced. If the opponent thinks they will be harmed the aura is broken. If Lilith tries to kill the target they are snapped out of it as well.
• Arcane Arts: Her magic spells are quite devastating should one hit you. (+1 rank to magic)
• Ability to manifest certain aspects of the demon at will. They can extend wings, sharp fingernails, as well as horns when they please.
• Detect Magic The user can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At higher ranks, you can determine the source in an area.
• Vibration Sensory A useful skill, the user channels energy into their feet to sense vibrations on the ground. As long as their feet is on the ground, a user can sense where an enemy is if they are earth bound within 50ft for five posts. This skill becomes passive once the user is Adept Rank.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 12:41 pm
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Escorted down one street and then the other, around this corner and that one; a tiring trip in and of itself. She saw the whispering city-folk, caught the glances, but the inclination to their effect are lost on her. Many times a strolling Valkyrie would enthrall passerby's, granted she was not of such race but Sirens were a dying breed. Nym only glances up to Lothdoliel, puzzled by the sudden interest in her and this 'kidnapping'. That was until she caught the wisps of words, a language that lay far below the landlines of this nation. ..You wont even hafta open your legs.. unless you want to. Creamy tan features ran white-washed, all the color receding as her eyes bucked. "My legs?!" Ugh, that is completely gross. "No, I never want to do that." Head shaking violently. Definitely not. It may be a commonality for Succubus and their brethren to lay with whomever, whenever, but in other places it wasn't necessarily true. Bonds are generally made. As she thinks more on the subject, they remind her of flies. Lives short lived and only producing more maggot-like fiends, a population booming malady. Granted they are interesting, captivating even, but that lifestyle is not for her. She pockets her stones while in this glass house, saving them for another time. "Dude, I’m awesome. I’m even All That sometimes. But I have limits. No body is getting these goods." The blast of killing cold coming through the district makes her want to cry from the sheer pain of it, makes her want to turn and run the other way as fast as she can, but Lothdoliel just pushes forward into it.
"I-I..I don't want to get in trouble. You saw what that one guy did to the shadowy-thing! KUNGPOW LIGHT OF HOLY CHEESUS and he was out! Then he ran off, both of them! Such random acts of violence...." Maybe they were all engraved with some type of fight for dominance gene. To be the Alpha in a nation full of them. Again her head shakes, such logic seemed tiring and even annoying. All chiefs and no Indians, so to speak. "Besides, I gotta go home, you know?" The weak have always been food for the strong. Well, her mother taught her not to play with her food before she ate it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 1:42 pm
Lothdoliel Galaendeth Succubus age 24 | Rank C : Adept | Assassin/ Corporate Assassin (subclass pending) | Water
Location: out near some shopping areas not too deep in yet with Nym
Lothldoliel smiled moving her hand to intertwine her fingers with those of Nym to form a feeling of trust. Seeing as her heart was waivering she would need a little.. push in the right direction but in fewer words this time. "Don't worry, this will be fun. Do you do any work with your hands or performance stuff? Maybe sales? Anything simple like that will be of use here." She pointed at some shopping centers, mostly stuff for young people and people who wanted to feel young, punky abstract stuff. There were also some.. toy stores... There were also salons but looking at how they were set up they almost looked like hooker grooming stations which is exactly what some of them had in the back. Loth even noticed they had some products for those who needed to not smell like booze and fun in a hurry before going somewhere. "Come on lets do some shopping first, we gotta look the part or someone will think too hard." an increasingly hectic scene as they went in deeper, Lothdoliel rushed her acquantence along not giving her a chance to really say yes or no nor to figure out which parts of her the occasional catcaller wanted to make feel good.. or bad.
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Current funds: 4000
She is basically a corporate assassin, smuggler, merchant, and prostitute. Shes a bit of a sociopath but isn't particularly unfriendly. She is wearing a dress, fishnets, and heels with a parasol.. She was aiming for cute and stylish actually but the fashion in Nocturne is a bit more "to the point". She keeps throwing knives hidden in the parasol and dress and beneath the accessories. She is very good at shifting these things around don't expect to find them easily if you aren't prepared to search her thoroughly. She also has a purse but most of the items within are for play, protection, and upkeep. There is a lockpicking kit and more knives however.
20x throwing knives energy 1350 / 1350
She's wearing a rather fragrant and expensive perfume made from strong aphrodisiacs. They may or may not affect anyone much but its purpose alongside her apparel and behavior if it gets too far is to suggest she's out looking for a wallet on legs with no strings attached. She isn't secretive about this nor is she particularly interested in whether or not you wear a ring unless you want to give it to her.
Current official quest: none Current random character quest: do some networking and find some jobs to do, preferably something a little more substantial than another playdate. She needs to build both reputation and work on her skills as well
Strength: Succubus(+6) + Ninja(+1) = 7 Speed: Succubus(+6 [+2 if Flying]) + Ninja(+2) = 8 [+2 if Flying]
Energy Color: rustic brown/bronze Energy Meter: 900x succubus bonus (1.5x base energy) = 1350
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 1:50 pm
ɴᴀᴜɢʜᴛʏ, ɴᴀᴜɢʜᴛʏ. ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs 2ɴɪᴛᴇ
"I don't think anyone knows you." His tone is conversational, full of morbid curiosity. He's only just got in the door and already finds himself the recipient of a verbal lashing - typical. A simple, casual conversation would have sufficed, but no. No, not when he's walked into the second circle of Hell, one particular being has him but doesn't seem to know it, but here, in this club, he takes in her swaying form. He is pretty sure she doesn't know what she wants. Ever. A malady of the everlasting. Pleasure, pain, power; pick your poison.
They’d wade through the throng of hot bodies dripping perspiration. It was like diving into a ******** orgy. Grinding, moaning, the bass a constant thrust he could feel in his gut. It was carnal, it was easy… it was exactly what he needed, or so he thought momentarily. Delving in deeper. A hand to the small of a sweat slicked back, another to a broad shoulder until he was consumed by shadowed faces, pulsing lights, in the belly of the beast as it raged.
He knows he's being punished, the bodies all around her squirm like a worm on a proverbial hook. They writhe, knees buckle and slam to the floor as they all but start humping her leg like bitches in heat. The air tasted like melting rubber, asphalt hot enough to just want to lick, to bend down and taste how bad the burn was, how hot the day had been. It left the lips dry and cracked, the tongue coated in slime that glazed the roof of the mouth, squirming to find water water anywhere. No, this is the treatment of a game, of trying to have a conversation. For offering her anything at all, even in jest. It was so easy to let himself go, to simply not feel. To let the rage dull, consumed in the roar of the bass, of the crowd. Dancing with Lilith should have been the least difficult of it all. She was beautiful, made for perfection, her every motion hitting him in just the right way that screams come want me… but he doesn't. Red doesn't. Instead, he snaked his arms around an unknown waist and pulled a woman hard against his body. He doesn't ask, and she doesn't object. Thick fingers wound through her hair, pulling her head back as his tongue dragged up the sweat-slicked column of her throat. He takes. Up against that perfect a**, big hands wrapping leather clad hips, at least it felt like leather, guiding them into the grind. He applies pressure to the small of her back urging her forward, tits down, a** up, slick leather clashing with denim textile in perfect friction. It could have been sex, they could have been alone, but he looks at Lilith, watching her and paying no mind to the body against him. A goodbye slap to that lush asset, he was done playing games, and doesn't even glance as the woman goes spiraling into the mob that Lilith mustered. She may want someone to hit it and quit it, and she may have the tight c**t of Lust herself, but Red no longer deals with the sin, nor the antics of it. "I need some air and a smoke, I'd ask if you want to join...but.. you seem busy. It has been....a pleasure talking to you, Lilith." His head bows slightly in respect, then it raises, the red around his eyes swells, staining the edges of his already crimson irises and turning it all black as if to signal a transformation. With all of the club in hot pursuit of its Queen Bee, he can simply shuffle past.
Her hands? "Eh?!" Well of course she did things with her hands! What a silly notion to concoct. "Y-Yes?" Nym nodded slowly, unsure the next course of action and to what it pertained to. Dark brows rise, intrigued by the sudden interest in shopping. Nothing stays still though, scooted into the store much like the child she looked of. All around are shelves and racks aligned with brightly colored textiles, some suiting Nym's style, that is if she had one. They are not alone. At the back of the store is a young woman and dark elven man chatting rather loudly in whispers. A foreigner just as she, at least what her peering could detect.
Nym picked up a jacket, fluffy and downy white fur that looked two sizes to big for her. On top of that are a pair of shades that were shaped as hearts. Their rims a glossy ruby red finish. This was not to swerve from the real reason of being here! Oh no, the gossiping geese quack, talking of a trade caravan from the city to another nation. One of which promising some pretty pennies for some experimental drugs. Now Nym may be naive and innocent to an extent but she also entertains the extreme notions of far-fetched science. She quickly turns on Lothi and smiles, the corners of her cherub face nearly touching the overtly large glasses. With her back to the couple, she jutted her thumb in their direction hoping that she'd see it and take notice.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 8:35 pm
Lothdoliel Galaendeth Succubus age 24 | Rank C : Adept | Assassin/ Corporate Assassin (subclass pending) | Water
Location: out near some shopping areas not too deep in yet with Nym
Already practically in disguise being a succubus and all Lothdoliel thought to just add some accessories and get some props for any cons they'd need to pull. She got some cards, a lighter, cheap jewelery, etc. All she'd have to do is get Nym to act like a traveling seller.. but it looked like nym had something else in mind. Some sort of caravan in the red light district? Not unheard of but it seemed to suggest they were wealthy ones. It would take more than toys to mess around with them... as she thought of how to go about it she noticed Nym's terrible disguise.. it would work she supposed but how to connect the two! "Ah, keep an eye on them ill be right back"
Thinking fast she also got Nym a feathered superfly hat to complete the pimp look she seemed to be going for anyways. She grumbled a bit seeing the best fit for herself would be a rather uptown look for now.. expensive and uncommon around these parts but she could hide plenty inside it. A pimp and a sophisticated girl with a showy look. She could play the whore or the conniving heiress now depending on which types theyd encounter. "here put this hat on and be the first to greet them.." would Nym act naturally? Perhaps a little trickery was needed, she seemed a little innocent... well compared to a prostitute anyways. "Just pretend you're a cookie salesman heart "
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Current funds: 4000
She is basically a corporate assassin, smuggler, merchant, and prostitute. Shes a bit of a sociopath but isn't particularly unfriendly. She is wearing a dress, fishnets, and heels with a parasol.. She was aiming for cute and stylish actually but the fashion in Nocturne is a bit more "to the point". She keeps throwing knives hidden in the parasol and dress and beneath the accessories. She is very good at shifting these things around don't expect to find them easily if you aren't prepared to search her thoroughly. She also has a purse but most of the items within are for play, protection, and upkeep. There is a lockpicking kit and more knives however.
20x throwing knives energy 1350 / 1350
She's wearing a rather fragrant and expensive perfume made from strong aphrodisiacs. They may or may not affect anyone much but its purpose alongside her apparel and behavior if it gets too far is to suggest she's out looking for a wallet on legs with no strings attached. She isn't secretive about this nor is she particularly interested in whether or not you wear a ring unless you want to give it to her.
Current official quest: none Current random character quest: do some networking and find some jobs to do, preferably something a little more substantial than another playdate. She needs to build both reputation and work on her skills as well
Strength: Succubus(+6) + Ninja(+1) = 7 Speed: Succubus(+6 [+2 if Flying]) + Ninja(+2) = 8 [+2 if Flying]
Energy Color: rustic brown/bronze Energy Meter: 900x succubus bonus (1.5x base energy) = 1350
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 2:27 pm
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A waiting game that put her on nervous retreat, she held steady and at the ready. That was until the return of the woman - her own attire completely different. Even the contours of her face had morphed! Nym stared awestruck, dazzled by this witchery that she had not seen before. It was nearly like the cat, er, well man, she had seen earlier. Only it wasn't. Her bone structure remained the same, only subtle changes were made. She liked it though. Much more than the china doll get up of the former. Two thumbs go up as the hat comes down to crown her purple colored locks. The shade of violet off-setting at a glance but she could doflamingo like the rest of em. With an award winning smile, she beams up towards Lothi's serene facade.
The mere mention of food though, and her stomach suddenly rumbles. Oh yes, it was surely past dinner time. "B-But I have no cookies... Hrrmm..." Whining laced with a hungry whimper but regardless, she is turning, stubbornly. A sigh sinks her shoulders and she braces for impact. It was time to put up or shut up, and Nym had no intention of committing the latter. Up towards the talking couple she goes, a daring feat that many had died for in Nocturne, some dying for less than that. All hips cocked, no time for bull. "I'll tell you what I want..... what I really really want."
Their faces pondering the level of obscurity this young thing sings. "Sooooo tell me what you want, what you reallllllyyyyy really want, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha~."
Nym slides up to the counter, grinning like a fat cat towards a bowl of tuna. "You see I'm hoping to find some sort of traveling entertainment. My fair lady over here is a woman of many talents! Many! Like whoa the things she can do is just pure amazeballs. But you see, the real talent is what she can do when the lights go off! Something prettyyyyyy special alright." Her head nods knowing not what she implies. "We are hoping to... expand though. Open up somewhere were the waters are not infested. You guys got any ideas?" Casually cool and perhaps painted as a fool, they laugh. Not the smirking blubbery but the full on boisterous laughter that quakes.
Nym looks back at Lothi, scowling under the weight of the large heart-shaped sunglasses.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 5:20 pm
Lothdoliel Galaendeth Succubus age 24 | Rank C : Adept | Assassin/ Corporate Assassin (subclass pending) | Water
Location: out near some shopping areas not too deep in yet with Nym
with a little succubus magic and some cash she changed her look and style to something less cheap looking. She even had more room for stabby things in this dress but didn't plan to use them too early. Nym diverted from the easy plan and went straight for a more dubious role... Loth originally hoped it wouldn't quite go in this direction but its not like anything would actually happen right? As long as Nym didn't do anything strange that would cause her to have to go more hardcore into the pimp role it would be a great cover.
(What could go wrong emotion_awesome )
The succubus raised her hand in a sort of pose as though to begin a hand dance and curtsied lightly and almost mockingly to fit the culture "Sometimes I do shows, sometimes I do people. Whatever keeps miss manager satisfied.. or you if you can afford it? Lets go find somewhere to enjoy ourselves and chat perhaps? Its not like you ******** will find anything else worth the price in this part of town afterall" Speaking just loudly enough to be overheard she caught sight of their companions and underlings. They weren't the most wealthy but perhaps convincing them theyd hit it big would be enough to use them, she could cover for nym by seducing them if they got suspicious.. but even if they caught on before any schemes could get underway all they really needed was info on their trade and competition to join. Not what she originally had in mind but this way she could probably not have to try and skip out on making sure Nym got her share.
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Current funds: 4000
She is basically a corporate assassin, smuggler, merchant, and prostitute. Shes a bit of a sociopath but isn't particularly unfriendly. She is wearing a dress, fishnets, and heels with a parasol.. She was aiming for cute and stylish actually but the fashion in Nocturne is a bit more "to the point". She keeps throwing knives hidden in the parasol and dress and beneath the accessories. She is very good at shifting these things around don't expect to find them easily if you aren't prepared to search her thoroughly. She also has a purse but most of the items within are for play, protection, and upkeep. There is a lockpicking kit and more knives however.
20x throwing knives energy 1350 / 1350
She's wearing a rather fragrant and expensive perfume made from strong aphrodisiacs. They may or may not affect anyone much but its purpose alongside her apparel and behavior if it gets too far is to suggest she's out looking for a wallet on legs with no strings attached. She isn't secretive about this nor is she particularly interested in whether or not you wear a ring unless you want to give it to her.
Current official quest: none Current random character quest: do some networking and find some jobs to do, preferably something a little more substantial than another playdate. She needs to build both reputation and work on her skills as well
Strength: Succubus(+6) + Ninja(+1) = 7 Speed: Succubus(+6 [+2 if Flying]) + Ninja(+2) = 8 [+2 if Flying]
Energy Color: rustic brown/bronze Energy Meter: 900x succubus bonus (1.5x base energy) = 1350
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 10:41 pm
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DamianKullingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx TABTAB Something let out a bestial roar that seemed to vibrate the very ground itself. It was him, falling into the trance he had so desperately sought to avoid. The battle, the entire ******** war, had been too much, though, and the mix of gallons of blood that now soaked the earth, the scent of piss, s**t, and rotting flesh, and screams of ally and enemy alike overwhelmed him. Something behind him was lit up in a dark blaze, but he could not hear the explosion over the sound of his own blood rushing through his veins as his heartbeat skyrocketed. He could no longer feel the pain in his arms or legs or stomach; his body had grown numb to all but the ecstasy that coursed through his body as he ripped a soldier in two, not carrying about silly labels as friend or foe at this point. His spear, his shield, and most of his carapace formed in their respective places. Even through the grim, dirt, and wounds that covered his face, there was nothing hiding the predatory smile and look in his eyes.
TABTAB This was no longer a battlefield. This was a slaughter. Everything would burn.
TABTAB Damian woke with a start, though he was not exactly sweating or panting. This dream had become a commonplace expectance every time he closed his eyes to let his brain shut off for a few hours. Though it did wake the woman that had been sleeping snuggled against his chest. And the man that had been spooning him. Wait... what happened? He tried to focus his groggy brain to process his latest adventures. Ok, first, he returned to his city after taking a few months of dealing with personal business. Then the second day back he got a job to go hunting. That one was an easy one; he made a living killing dangerous beasts and monsters. Ok... He needed to unwind afterward as it had been one of the most screwed up operations he had been apart of. Instead of allowing Damian to venture solo and ply his trade for an easy buck as it should have been, he had instead been saddled with a few novices who were no longer alive. Fine, but normally when he needed to unwind, he simply went flying with Astrid and performed needlessly foolish and amazingly fun aerial moves with her. So why the need for a crowded bed? And speaking of his companion, where was she?
TABTAB .... Oh yea.... She was in heat. And that had influenced him when he communed with her. It had hit him like a ******** Ghost Car going top speeds without any warning. That was a first. The more you know, right? At least she was not terrorizing some poor farm village somewhere with fiery doom. At least not yet, but that was still a probable outcome should time pass for long enough.
TABTAB God how he had missed this city. Before getting the hunting job, he had been attacked twice, let a guy stab him for shits and giggles before strangling a mofo with a chain, passed four deals that seemed illegal even for Lumairian standards, and more than once willingly lost himself to the city. He was rebaptized by the world that only this place would know. The lifestyle, the culture, the events that surrounded it made him so glad he wound up here instead of some boring 'same s**t different day' back water town.
TABTAB All three occupants got up, dressed themselves, exchanged small talk, spanked a** cheeks, the usual. He had managed to escape... whatever place he had stayed in when he inhaled and exhaled deeply... and then got hit by a rush that almost made him make a U-turn and dive right back in... again, wherever he had stayed the previous night. Someone was exerting their power. That was nice; more fun for all, right? He did not like the thought of becoming someone's meal though. (Tried it once for the kicks. Did not end well for either party.) The heat did not bother him. Apparently there was some heat wave going around, but he was a dragoon that had almost literally bathed in dragon's fire to obtain the carapace known as Leetha. Magic fire rarely phased him now, let alone natural heat.
TABTAB Without Astrid, his options were limited as to what to do next. Finding another hunt would be easy enough, but the travel may prove difficult. He could jump to where he needed to go, roughly, but the destruction that would cause would simply eat away any funds he obtained. Damian let out a small sigh; decisions, decisions. To leave, to stay, to explore more, to pick a random fight not knowing if he would outright obliterate the poor sod or get his a** handed to him. But the fact he had decisions he could make now caused him to smirk.
TABTAB It felt amazing to be back in business.
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Strength: 10 (+3 Carapace) Speed: 8 (-1 Carapace) Talent: Authoritative Presence: Mind-Based Statuses (Charms, fears, etc.) are treated as though they were one rank lower when calculating the effectiveness of the spell/ability. Damian also has access to the use of Shields. Carapace:X {Inactive} | Non-Carapace: X Weapons: ~ Leetha's Blade - Ascalon and Leetha's Guard - Svalinn Energy Meter: 1,750 The Dreadnaught Soundtrack:Major Fight | To Kill a God | Overwhelming Forces | Rush! | The Ultimate Climax!!
Lothdoliel Galaendeth Succubus age 24 | Rank C : Adept | Assassin/ Corporate Assassin (subclass pending) | Water
Location: out near some shopping areas not too deep in yet with Nym
after some time they found themselves partying with a caravan... a nice little hookup but it wouldn't bare fruit anytime soon. Nym and Lothdoliel would be out and about the town for a while talking some groups into helping them start a little "problem solving" business. All theyd have to do now is pull a quick profit for more contacts in town. It might have been a little faster without nym but at least now she had some sort of representative to keep the heat off her starting out. But they'd need more than caravans until the big jobs started coming in and she was still getting a feel for all the different types stopping by. Lothdoliel started on her way beginning to see an opportunity as well as some competition to deal with.
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Current funds: 4000
She is basically a corporate assassin, smuggler, merchant, and prostitute. Shes a bit of a sociopath but isn't particularly unfriendly. She is wearing a dress, fishnets, and heels with a parasol.. She was aiming for cute and stylish actually but the fashion in Nocturne is a bit more "to the point". She keeps throwing knives hidden in the parasol and dress and beneath the accessories. She is very good at shifting these things around don't expect to find them easily if you aren't prepared to search her thoroughly. She also has a purse but most of the items within are for play, protection, and upkeep. There is a lockpicking kit and more knives however.
20x throwing knives energy 1350 / 1350
She's wearing a rather fragrant and expensive perfume made from strong aphrodisiacs. They may or may not affect anyone much but its purpose alongside her apparel and behavior if it gets too far is to suggest she's out looking for a wallet on legs with no strings attached. She isn't secretive about this nor is she particularly interested in whether or not you wear a ring unless you want to give it to her.
Current official quest: none Current random character quest: do some networking and find some jobs to do, preferably something a little more substantial than another playdate. She needs to build both reputation and work on her skills as well
Strength: Succubus(+6) + Ninja(+1) = 7 Speed: Succubus(+6 [+2 if Flying]) + Ninja(+2) = 8 [+2 if Flying]
Energy Color: rustic brown/bronze Energy Meter: 900x succubus bonus (1.5x base energy) = 1350
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 11:45 am
Every single thing felt so incredibly strange to her. Standing in the heart of the place she had lifted from the dredges and turned in to her very own kingdom she once would have felt a certain pride emanating from her. Looking at all the flashing lights, feeling the beat of the undercity brought exactly zero joy to this particular demoness. It was mediocre at best. How could she ever have thought that this pitiful excuse of an accomplishment had been anything worth feeling prideful over. Her wicked gaze swept through the streets, from her vantage point Lilith could see it all. It came as no surprise for her to see the same disgusting creatures running amok through her district. It was time to start anew. The ascended succubus emerged from her position and made herself known. It was as if the air itself had been changed and all everyone could breath in was her essence. Conversations dropped, heads turned and mouths gaped. They all knew who she was, for it was her domain that they so often spent their time in. It was such a treat to see her cutting through a crowd like a knife through flesh, and an even better one when she chose to participate in the activity. Burning desires of the flesh invaded minds, and for each that it consumed the effect doubled and doubled. Soon enough Lilith was surrounded by feelings of yearning and ecstasy, but it did not effect her like how it used to. Before she would be overwhelmed, taken aback at how strong her own power could be when forced back on her. Lukhan's mark upon her thigh pulsated like a heartbeat, faster and faster until it seemed to thrive upon her skin. Yet she was in control of it. No longer would she fall prey to tactics much like her own and it was all because she had become that very power which fuels her kind. The other succubi surrounding her could tell. Her aura felt strikingly similar to that of the actual sin, Lust. Lilith had found the sin and forced the knowledge out of her. Her lord had granted her even more power. Her abilities had sky-rocketed, as did her ambition. A ripple of silence enveloped the growing crowd as Lilith held a hand up to silence them. She had everyone's attention, no one would dare look away even if they could. "Tear it down. All of it." A second of hesitation preceded one of the loudest sounds Lilith had ever heard. That pleasure that everyone was feeling suddenly turned in to a manic rage. Screams, shouts, bellows, growls, howls, and more erupted from everyone gathered before her. The air exploded in that instant. Chaos was reigning all over as people cast their spells, exploding buildings and lighting everything on fire. In the center of it all stood Lilith.
Soft footsteps would give Amias' approach away to a particular group of patrons within the red light district's calmest street. Despite all the killing going on down the street, and on basically every street around it, this area in particular was very silent, and for good reason; killing directly in front of their goddess' temple was very annoying to their patron, so they committed their acts of violence elsewhere. Amias was here for a different reason altogether, yet he had visited the mortal made goddess recently.
This time, he came in search of a particular individual named Damien. Whether or not the dreadnought was aware of his arrival remained to be seen. Stepping into the temple, Amias was quickly chuckling at the sort of decorations the worshippers had laid about for their goddess. Thrones, chandeliers, and candles all completely coated in dried blood. Truly something she would enjoy, so long as the blood was once fresh from their victims.
"I'm here in search of a man named Damian. I've been instructed to join him on a quest he's been given. From Kala." That statement alone would purvey the kind of knowledge Amias had been armed with. Quickly, the other worshippers parted, showing Amias the way to a muscular man in the front of the room. A hardened looking man with snow white hair. "Are you ready to depart?"
