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 Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 11:50 pm
 certThis journal is private. Unless you have Kuuro Kitten's permission, you may not post here. Summoner ?? Demon Samael, Lady Death Reason ?? Date of Summoning 31 October 2009
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 8:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 8:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 11:54 pm
Name► Satasha Karrigon
Age► 17
Race► Human
Occupation► High school student; part-time intern journalist -- with some occult interest.
Personality► Satasha has a very independent personality, any attempt to hold her down or restrict her will give cause to flee. Coming from a small family -- being the only child -- she's used to getting her own way. Hindered only by her imagination, she pushes herself to the limits. This could be a direct result of her ailment as she feels time is really short and that all she aims to do in the world is riding on her being active and not second guessing what she can or cannot do. Always after intellectual stimulation, constantly discovering something new and forming strong opinions, Satasha can be filled with paradoxes. While she enjoys conversation, like everyone, she needs time to herself. In these times a softer, endearing personality shines. With her ailment a constant reminder she likes to spend that time with her family and friends, giving them comfort and cheering them on with their dreams.
History► Satasha comes from a simple home, the only child of Rebbecca and Luther Karrigon, she lived, for the most part, an uneventful life. Born with bronchial asthma which results in attacks that can lead to hospital visits; Satasha has lived with this, complaining little of her short comings. Trips to the hospital were frequent and many times she has underwent treatment for pneumonia. While conventional medicines help to reduce attacks they do nothing to cure her of the ailment which she has learned to cope with over time. As a high school student, Satasha works hard in her studies wanting to be a journalist and showing some interest in the occult. Even with disapproval of her parents (dealing with her interest in the occult), she continues to push forward with her studies. Being bright and witty has helped in acquiring a small time job as an intern journalist at a local newspaper print. Her plans for the future are to continue on to college and turn her intern into a full-time career.
However her future was not promised to her. In a drastic change of events, Satasha succumbed to her attacks returning to the hospital where once again pneumonia set it. This time doctors were uncertain that treatment would be sufficient in saving her life. This being said, her parents waiting patiently by her bedside awaiting the dark hour. For weeks, Satasha fought hard and diligently until the beep of the support machines announced her untimely demise... or was it?
Months would pass and Satasha would recover fairly well but she seemed distant, always dreaming, always thinking. Her folks wanted to help, wanted to know what had her so distant from them to which she answered their silent questions with the vision she saw before she had been brought back to life. While they hadn't spoken she knew they didn't believe, that the vision of a woman was too much for them to understand. With a new lease on life, Satasha turned toward the occult, wanting to understand her vision, needing to know what it all meant. Her search would lead her to the doorsteps of Daemonology where unknown secrets and practices lay.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 12:05 am
Demon► Samael, Lady Death
Text► Size 11, Hex-color #7D7F94 (Blue Nile)
Powers and Abilities (if any?)►
With a single swing of her scythe one's life is over, removing the soul from the body in one swift act and ferry it to the other side.
Everyone has a number and only Death can see it! Upon the forehead a number sits once it has reached "zero" time is up.
Demon's Disposition and Characteristics►
Samael is a demon who has little to no care for the value of life. With charges over death, ferrying souls to the other side is her eternal job. Whether they cry, scream, beg or curse the very land she walks has little effect. Everyone must die at some point, why prolong the inevitable? These are her philosophies and she sticks to them. Her duties come first and cheating death is a means for her to become quite irksome, in so doing, she'll concoct an elaborate plan in extracting the soul from her target. Even going so far as taking from them the most precious of persons.
Samael might seem melancholy and stern but this is related to her self-discipline and responsibilities. She evaluates everything and doesn't take daring chances without weighing the pros and cons first. To the onlooker, she may seem boring but it is the serious drive and structured way of life that Samael feels safest. Self-sufficiency is often mistaken for coldness -- she's not as cold as it seems -- this might be apparent because she likes doing everything herself, this way there's no worry about something not finished or not done properly.
Historical Information on the Demon►
Samael cannot remember her creation into the world, let alone how long she has been in it. Her duties bestowed upon her, she sets out to fulfill her life's work. Claiming the life of those whose time is near. Where life resides, Samael will surely follow, bidding her time to claim what is so carelessly taken for granted.
For as long as she can remember, living this strange existence has not fulfilled her deepest desires. With a cold heart and emotionless air to her duties its a wonder anyone would find interest in her at all. Demons shun her for even they cannot escape her cool embrace and with the right incantations, spells or counter-magics, Samael must pay them a visit. While she knows her powers could reach endless bounds, she does not dare use it carelessly. Because of her power it appears she's attracted the attention of a certain demon, Azrael, Lord Darkness. This strange attraction appears to be one out of convenience. While she shows no outward emotions toward the demon, to know they've been companions for many decades should account for something. It is not fully known what kind of relationship the two have; could there be tenderness, affection or true love? For now they remain shrouded in mystery keeping their private matters to themselves.
Aside from her strange relationship, Samael seems to be intrigued by a certain young girl. A strange thing indeed, for one so hellbent on keeping strict to her duties, why would she relent and allow Satasha a longer lifespan? This can be explained in the girl's determination, her will to continue her life's work and above all, the teen seems to have a duty; a rare sense of purpose. For that, Samael has granted Satasha's wish, allowing her to live a longer life -- though no cure for her ailment will be supplied. For now, Samael will watch over the teen and determine for herself, if the she is truly worthy of a longer life. Wondering what she will do with her new lease on life, Samael hopes for some entertainment along the way. If nothing else she could just disappear until the 100 years are up.
Wiki Article: Samael
Wiki Article: Death (personified)
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:14 am
Terms of the Contract►
Satasha will be allowed to live a full life to the age of 100-years, however, anyone she comes in close contact with will die from unprecedented means, horrible accidents and gruesome murders. This is a yearly thing where one person will take her place, dying in her steed. An act that will continue until one of the following circumstances take place:
She effectively commits suicide.
She lives out her 100-years of life.
"On this day of each year, at this very hour, someone must take your place and impale themselves upon my scythe. If you accept this responsibility then I bind this contract. 100-years you shall live unless your life you do take."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:21 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:23 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:24 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:25 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:26 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 3:50 am
DEATH SWEET DEATH ►
Death sweet death,
the visitor,
dark color at my door.
I'm hesitant to answer,
for what I fears in store.
With you I shall play hide and seek,
so knock forever more.
There are worse for you to take,
please leave me,
I implore.
I know what life has got to give,
I know of pain and sorrow.
I do not know what you shall bring,
to payments for my borrow.
You seem so dark to dark to read,
a shadow for the grave.
Death sweet death,
leave me to live,
whats lost for if I stay?
by Saint Cynosure
[PoemHunter.com]
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 3:59 am
LOVE AND DEATH ►
Death? is it death you give? So be it! O Death,
thou hast been long my friend, and now thy pale
cool cheek shall have my kiss, while the faint breath
expires on thy still lips, O lovely Death!
Come then, loose hands, fair Life, without a wail!
We've had good hours together, and you were sweet
what time love whispered with the nightingale,
tho' ever your music by the lark's would fail.
Come then, loose hands! Our lover time is done.
Now is the marriage with the eternal sun.
The hours are few that rest, are few and fleet.
Good-bye! The game is lost: the game is won.
by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
[PoemHunter.com]
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:01 am
DEATH, INEVITABLE DEATH ►
Death, inevitable Death.
So now you come to show your world;
Ah, your blackened cloak, unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
- Bereft of pity - eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'Never for me! ’
Now awake, I welcome you so -
Relenting, repenting, with nowhere to go.
Death, adamant Death.
You cast your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
What's of me? I prey you, tell!
Glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow -
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ you bid in thundering tones,
‘Say farewell to shattered bones.’
by Mark Slaughter
[PoemHunter.com]
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