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RPC Full Name|| Endevera is her given name, but when she came to Earth she chose the last name "Jones", a common moniker.
Nicknames|| She hates nicknames and always requests to be called "Endevera" or nothing at all.
Age|| Appears 16, but is in actuallity 738,576
Birth Date|| May 12th
Height|| 6 ft.
Weight|| 135 lbs.
Personality|| She's curt and cold, and extremely strict when it comes to manners and behavior. She thinks that all humans are idiots, but can't help but love them nonetheless. Although when it comes to appearances she's as proper as a lady, if she's annoyed at someone she won't hesitate to scold them, physically or otherwise.
Behaviour|| As stated before, she speaks and moves with poise like a noblewoman of Victorian London, her favorite Earth era and place. She is constantly drinking black tea, one of Earth's only drinks she can taste, but besides making that she is hopeless at all cooking and only eats when she has to, about once every four days. Endevera cares not for what anyone thinks of her, but if she sees the humans teasing or hurting each other she will glare at them profusely until they are frozen in their spots from sheer terror. As much as she denies it, she cares a lot for mankind.
Ethinicy|| Some call it Hellian, some call it Daemonic, let's just say she's from the Underworld.
Species|| Devil
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Personal Skill|| Except for her trade - collecting corrupted Human souls - her only other skill is persuasion. She could argue a poor man out of his last dollar, and a rich man out of his fortune.
Favorite Food|| The only human food she can taste is pomegranates.
Favorite Drink|| Black tea, flavored with a bit of Rosemary.
Least Favorite Food|| Anything besides pomegranates she can't taste at all, or worse, tastes like burnt toast.
Likes|| Flowers, although they wilt at her touch. Nighttime. And although she won't admit it, humans.
Dislikes|| Humans who hurt others. Her boss, the Devil. People who are afraid of the supernatural, and religon freaks.
Hates|| Her job.
Strengths||
• Extremely skilled at arguing.
• Unstoppable with any kind of weapon known to man or demon.
• The eyepatch hides her Daemon eye. One glance at it can make the bravest man quiver in fear. When someone looks into it, it sends horrifying images of both Hell and Earth into their minds, as well as bringing out traumatizing moments from their own past.
Weaknesses||
• Her hidden love for humans is her weakest point. She get's attatched to them and is crushed when they die or are harmed.
• Can't swim.
Fears||
• Strangely enough, the people she's killed. They haunt her dreams at night and echo in her thoughts constantly.
Relationships||
Jade - Her best friend from the demon world, who decided not to follow her to Earth but still visits from time to time.
Noctis - An recently met aquaintance and fellow demon.
Family||
She has a humongous family in Hell, with two hundred siblings and even more aunts, uncles, and cousins, everyone of them a prestigious soul hunter. Her Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Uncle is the Devil himself, as well as her employer. Her only relatives that frequently visit are Qora, her younger, human hating sister, Zieg, her slightly insane older brother, and her grandmother, Braeque, who appears to be a little girl but is actually a bloodthirsty demon with a foul temper who's been alive for eons.
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Grade|| 11th
Classes||
Flying: Honus Rilon
Demon/Devil and Angel Culture: Honus Rilon (Thought it would be an easy A)
Demons Close Up: Angel Lyndon (Thought this class would be amusing).
German 3: Angel Graves (Used to be able to speak German fluently, but after moving from that country some time ago her skills have gotten rusty.)
Swimming: Pyry Lixue Lumikki (In all her years on Earth, she never learned to swim. She never saw the use for it.)
French III: Geppeto (Again, needs to brush up on her skills.)
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History|| From the time she was born to her 700,000 birthday, Endevera was raised to despise humans. "They are corrupted from the moment they learn to speak," her mother always told her. "They are vile beings who think naught for anyone but themselves," her father always lectured. So naturally, Endevera felt a passionate hatred for them without ever meeting one in person. So when her uncle assigned her as a soul hunter, one to collect corrupted human souls before they could cause mayhem to other "innocent" humans, she was ecstatic. She thought it an easy job. But once she arrived at the surface, she saw no humans evil enough to dispose of. For four hundred years she waited, traveling around and looking for someone villainous enough to "collect".
Then, she met Catherine. All the other humans she had been introduced to were apathetic creatures - not a one seemed to care about anything. But Catherine was different. She loved anything and everything, every living or nonliving creature in the world. Endevera met her in the year 1846, having disguised herself as a server in Catherine's household. For some odd reason, Catherine was attracted to her, and they girls slowly became friends. The way Catherine smiled and chatted and laughed in such a carefree way made Endevera want to fly home to her uncle and quit her post immediatley, if it were only possible. Then, Catherine fell in love. The recipent of her love was another wealthy gentleman, kind and sweet and everything that Catherine herself was. The only problem was, he was married. To a woman both Endevera and Catherine considered to be shrewd and unfitting for him. Catherine, for the first time in her life, began to sin, and she sinned constantly. She was filled with envy for his wife, had lustful fantasies of the man, felt an intense and violent wrath towards his woman, was constantly primping herself in a vain attempt to catch his attention, filled herself with a gluttony for expensive and elegant items as to draw his eye, was a complete sloth to anything not relating her object of desire, searched his waste bins eerily in a greed for anything possessing his scent or a fraction of his being, and finally, the icing on the cake, possessed such an unhealthy pride that no one, not even Endevera, could talk her out of her misdeeds. Endevra was shocked. The law of the Underworld is that when someone commits all seven of the deadly sins frequently, their soul is officially corrupted.
Endevera had no choice but to kill her friend. The woman you see in the coffin behind Endevera is Catherine on her deathbed, put to a peaceful death in her sleep by Endevera.
After that. Endevera ran from the country in anger and sorrow and confusion at the world. How could someone so utterly pure become something so vile, all because of one person? The world must be cruel after all. After that, Endevera obeyed her job and killed the humans that committed the seven sins, but always tried to protect the humans that she deemed innocent.
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RPC Full Name|| Endevera is her given name, but when she came to Earth she chose the last name "Jones", a common moniker.
Nicknames|| She hates nicknames and always requests to be called "Endevera" or nothing at all.
Age|| Appears 16, but is in actuallity 738,576
Birth Date|| May 12th
Height|| 6 ft.
Weight|| 135 lbs.
Personality|| She's curt and cold, and extremely strict when it comes to manners and behavior. She thinks that all humans are idiots, but can't help but love them nonetheless. Although when it comes to appearances she's as proper as a lady, if she's annoyed at someone she won't hesitate to scold them, physically or otherwise.
Behaviour|| As stated before, she speaks and moves with poise like a noblewoman of Victorian London, her favorite Earth era and place. She is constantly drinking black tea, one of Earth's only drinks she can taste, but besides making that she is hopeless at all cooking and only eats when she has to, about once every four days. Endevera cares not for what anyone thinks of her, but if she sees the humans teasing or hurting each other she will glare at them profusely until they are frozen in their spots from sheer terror. As much as she denies it, she cares a lot for mankind.
Ethinicy|| Some call it Hellian, some call it Daemonic, let's just say she's from the Underworld.
Species|| Devil
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Personal Skill|| Except for her trade - collecting corrupted Human souls - her only other skill is persuasion. She could argue a poor man out of his last dollar, and a rich man out of his fortune.
Favorite Food|| The only human food she can taste is pomegranates.
Favorite Drink|| Black tea, flavored with a bit of Rosemary.
Least Favorite Food|| Anything besides pomegranates she can't taste at all, or worse, tastes like burnt toast.
Likes|| Flowers, although they wilt at her touch. Nighttime. And although she won't admit it, humans.
Dislikes|| Humans who hurt others. Her boss, the Devil. People who are afraid of the supernatural, and religon freaks.
Hates|| Her job.
Strengths||
• Extremely skilled at arguing.
• Unstoppable with any kind of weapon known to man or demon.
• The eyepatch hides her Daemon eye. One glance at it can make the bravest man quiver in fear. When someone looks into it, it sends horrifying images of both Hell and Earth into their minds, as well as bringing out traumatizing moments from their own past.
Weaknesses||
• Her hidden love for humans is her weakest point. She get's attatched to them and is crushed when they die or are harmed.
• Can't swim.
Fears||
• Strangely enough, the people she's killed. They haunt her dreams at night and echo in her thoughts constantly.
Relationships||
Jade - Her best friend from the demon world, who decided not to follow her to Earth but still visits from time to time.
Noctis - An recently met aquaintance and fellow demon.
Family||
She has a humongous family in Hell, with two hundred siblings and even more aunts, uncles, and cousins, everyone of them a prestigious soul hunter. Her Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Uncle is the Devil himself, as well as her employer. Her only relatives that frequently visit are Qora, her younger, human hating sister, Zieg, her slightly insane older brother, and her grandmother, Braeque, who appears to be a little girl but is actually a bloodthirsty demon with a foul temper who's been alive for eons.
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|||Professional Info||
Grade|| 11th
Classes||
Flying: Honus Rilon
Demon/Devil and Angel Culture: Honus Rilon (Thought it would be an easy A)
Demons Close Up: Angel Lyndon (Thought this class would be amusing).
German 3: Angel Graves (Used to be able to speak German fluently, but after moving from that country some time ago her skills have gotten rusty.)
Swimming: Pyry Lixue Lumikki (In all her years on Earth, she never learned to swim. She never saw the use for it.)
French III: Geppeto (Again, needs to brush up on her skills.)
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History|| From the time she was born to her 700,000 birthday, Endevera was raised to despise humans. "They are corrupted from the moment they learn to speak," her mother always told her. "They are vile beings who think naught for anyone but themselves," her father always lectured. So naturally, Endevera felt a passionate hatred for them without ever meeting one in person. So when her uncle assigned her as a soul hunter, one to collect corrupted human souls before they could cause mayhem to other "innocent" humans, she was ecstatic. She thought it an easy job. But once she arrived at the surface, she saw no humans evil enough to dispose of. For four hundred years she waited, traveling around and looking for someone villainous enough to "collect".
Then, she met Catherine. All the other humans she had been introduced to were apathetic creatures - not a one seemed to care about anything. But Catherine was different. She loved anything and everything, every living or nonliving creature in the world. Endevera met her in the year 1846, having disguised herself as a server in Catherine's household. For some odd reason, Catherine was attracted to her, and they girls slowly became friends. The way Catherine smiled and chatted and laughed in such a carefree way made Endevera want to fly home to her uncle and quit her post immediatley, if it were only possible. Then, Catherine fell in love. The recipent of her love was another wealthy gentleman, kind and sweet and everything that Catherine herself was. The only problem was, he was married. To a woman both Endevera and Catherine considered to be shrewd and unfitting for him. Catherine, for the first time in her life, began to sin, and she sinned constantly. She was filled with envy for his wife, had lustful fantasies of the man, felt an intense and violent wrath towards his woman, was constantly primping herself in a vain attempt to catch his attention, filled herself with a gluttony for expensive and elegant items as to draw his eye, was a complete sloth to anything not relating her object of desire, searched his waste bins eerily in a greed for anything possessing his scent or a fraction of his being, and finally, the icing on the cake, possessed such an unhealthy pride that no one, not even Endevera, could talk her out of her misdeeds. Endevra was shocked. The law of the Underworld is that when someone commits all seven of the deadly sins frequently, their soul is officially corrupted.
Endevera had no choice but to kill her friend. The woman you see in the coffin behind Endevera is Catherine on her deathbed, put to a peaceful death in her sleep by Endevera.
After that. Endevera ran from the country in anger and sorrow and confusion at the world. How could someone so utterly pure become something so vile, all because of one person? The world must be cruel after all. After that, Endevera obeyed her job and killed the humans that committed the seven sins, but always tried to protect the humans that she deemed innocent.
