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 Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:47 pm
ғðяgðттeи Äbsð׀µтιðи
 
Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful
Tiptoe to your room
A starlight in the gloom
I only dream of you
And you never knew
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
Falling from your grace
There's nowhere left to hide
In no one to confide
The truth runs deep inside
And will never die
Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
Falling from your grace
Sing for absolution
I will be singing
Falling from your grace
Our wrongs remain un-rectified
And our souls won't be exhumed ◯◯______________________________ღ A Windy Production_x
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:49 pm
|R a z e a l _the_ W i c k e d|  .my [name] is. .but you [should] call me.Raz, ‘Death’s Hand’, Reaper, Damned, Hellhound, Murderer, Love, among other things. .that was [me] then. Razael rarely changed from his beginnings to his end, but it was always with a drastic change that he did so. Born with steel blue eyes and black hair, he was a thin youth, short and small. Perfect for a thief. After his beating he started to fill out a bit. Muscle grew itself with his 'exercise' and he grew taller as he grew older. He ended up becoming taller than most others at the time, but only maintained an average frame, which ended up being beneficial as he looked much weaker than he actually was. Once he entered the shadows as, his cloak paled his body.
When his soul was traded for power, Lucifer changed his body to that of his current human form. His features gave a sense of restrained power, and he became even taller, topping six feet, with the limbs almost comparing to those of a blacksmith. His eyes changed to a void black and his hair matched. He wore plain black shirt and pants that turned into Bound armor and weapons whenever he wanted. His demon form also matches his current, though this time almost perfectly. Just a bit less evil over time.
.this is [what] you [see] now. Anyone seeing him normally will see his human form, adopted for average interaction. Given to him by Lucifer, he's considered attractive by most women somehow, and is now amongst the upper groups of men in stature and size. He is tall, standing at 6'1", and with a fairly muscular, cut build. He still has his steel blue eyes and black hair, but a veil of shadows always seem to lay about him, which turns to a dark glow when he's around Niamah. His black clothes are rather special in that they alter with his forms. In Human they contain plates of titanium and Kevlar, tied together by a small fiber net. In short his clothes are a body armor that protects well against firearms/blunt force, and larger knives that can't pass through the plates as easily. He usually wears different clothes over this body armor to hide it better.
If he has to fight someone with superhuman abilities, his clothes change to a Hunter's outfit, dark brown and black leather with the same inner armor, combined with an even more advanced Dragonskin armor which protects amazingly well from bullets and blades alike. He has a bound weapon he usually likes to use if faced with such an opponent that takes whatever shape he wants it to. Usually, it is in the form of the sword shown in his human picture, but he often chooses a knife, spear, or chained blade as well. He will use a scythe occasionally when he is in the mood.
And then to deal with the true superhuman, not just humans possessing abilities beyond the normal, he becomes decked out in his bound gear, his armor beats anything found on the planet, made from astral material impossible to forge on Earth. Full plate armor, only lacking a helmet, it comes complete with a shield and changing weapon. The blazing teal color of his eyes usually begin to glow brightly in the presence of such adversaries to give them a glimpse of his own hidden power, and his aura of shadowy evil turns to one of power and controlled rage. .but you should [see] me in the [shadows] of the night. For the truly magic and inhuman, Razael retains three more forms, although only two are really available for use, as the third would be suicidal to use. The first of these is the Fallen Form, comically nicknamed his Angel Form by his comrades. This is actually his true form, the one he became when he went to hell. His hair becomes streaked with a striking platinum blond that contrasts his pure black hair so much, it appears almost white. He gains black feathery wings, ironically creating the image of an angel, although a false one. In this form, Razael unleashes a good measure of his power, enough so that's it's obvious he isn't human. While not much else changes about his appearance, in this form a barrier snaps into place around him, made of solid divine energy, quite like an Angel might have, but in his case it's Fallen energy, not Pure. When struck it takes the form of a spherical barrier around him of flowing gray shadows that disappear shortly after appearing.
His final form is his Daemon Form. There really isn't much to say about this one other than what's shown. Razael gains two horns that jet from his forehead to crown his head, and his skin turns a deep ashen blue. His eyes lose all color except the bright grayish blue that glows in them. Spikes jut out from the vertebrae of his spine and the boney junction of his elbows, as well as the top outline of his wings too. Speaking of the wings, they shift to take on the more traditional black leathery appearance of giant bat wings, complete with small claws on the tips, although those are relatively useless. He tends to hook them together in front of his chest though to create an almost cloak-like appearance out of his wings. His hair goes starless black and lengthens to flow down his neck. His clothes retreat into his body, leaving him with only pants, as time and battles have shown they will be ripped to shreds otherwise. If called for, his bound armor much more fits the part it was meant to play, protective terror.
Ahh, so, you're probably wondering: Hey, that was only two, what about that third one he doesn't use? Well, that one is called Hellhound. It was a form specifically granted by Lucifer, and one that infuses Raz with the power of the Damned Lord himself. In that state, his mind is suppressed heavily, and he does only his master's bidding, hence the inherent problem in using it ever again. However, were he to take that form, he'd turn into shadow itself, his form nearly incorporeal until he struck out at something. His basic image would be that of his daemon form still however. .these are the [tiny] pieces of me. Razeal is cold and ruthless with not a damn care in the world. He hates the world, in fact. He finds it to be a wretched place full of the lowest vermin, maggots he could squish like bugs. The writhing hatred he feels inside is unbearable, and fuels his veins with a poisoning rage and vicious contempt. It drives him mad. The only time he feels alive is when he is killing, or inflicting fear and pain on others; it is a sick sense of joy, and it brings a chilling life to his smoldering golden eyes. Otherwise, he is rather dead inside. Nothing can penetrate through his decayed heart. Nothing excites him, nothing interests him. He is lifeless as stone if he is not taking life or smelling a creature's blood. He used to be rather dull, but she changed that for him.
Niamah, when she was still human. You all know the story; she made him almost human. And then they took her from him, twice. His time in hell wiped away the bit of humanity she had given back to him. He once again became the lifeless, malicious, cold creature he had been before his time with his beloved, but this time, it was worse. Even his murderous escapades didn't evoke as much life in him. Everything, it was all so utterly meaningless. He tires of people, places, and things quickly. He is usually restless and bored, being highly irritable and vicious with other people. He did gain a bit of flare in hell however; sarcasm. Not the fun-loving, joking kind, but the vicious, biting kind. He enjoys to tease and taunt people...sometimes. Other times, he just does it to do it, to piss people off and see how they will react. It's not like he has much to fear. Being the right hand man of the devil comes with it's perks. Usually, his sarcastic flare comes out when he's around Nero, but he has been known to use it without the other demon. Most of the time however, he remains quiet, indifferent, and ignorant of other people's presences.
Razeal used to be insane, but his time in hell and twenty years of exile in the desert has made this insanity far worse. He suffers from both Paranoid Schizophrenia and Antisocial Personality Disorder.
Symptoms of his Schizophrenia: He has delusions of being a hero, being loved by everyone and celebrated...of being a savior and rejoiced over. In the face of this delusion, he usually laughs; he has no desire to be a hero, for he hates all of God's creations. He hates everything and wishes for no such selfless glory, but for some reason, he finds himself consumed by the thought. Perhaps he thinks if it came true, he could win her back...her father had been a hero, and he was the most important person to her long ago. Or maybe he thinks if he became a hero, he might be forgiven for his eternity of sin. Who knows. Another common delusion he has is he constantly feels like he is being watched, followed, tormented and hunted. This fact is of course true, and he is well aware of it which is why he keeps a low profile and tends to migrate often; however, this paranoid delusion goes far passed the rational level it should be at. Razeal will often lash out on innocent bystanders, or apparitions that are not there for trying to follow him and capture him. He laughs in their faces for their foolish attempts to concur him. And yet, he is capable of realizing his behavior is irrational and psychotic. But he cannot stop himself.
He also suffers from hallucinations. Often, they're hallucinations of his past victims, "come back" to haunt him. Typically though, he has three hallucinations (which we will call apparitions) that appear to him frequently, and tend to follow him around for varying amounts of time. He's not sure when they began appearing to him, but for the life of him, they will not go away. The first apparition is of his first pure victim many years ago, when he was still human. It was after he sold his soul of course, during the first village he and Nero ransacked for the sake of killing. He never learned her name, but when she started "visiting" him frequently, he named her Neira. His hallucination of her is an odd depiction of her; although she appears similar in age (about 9) and appearance to what she used to be, she always looks the same with her hair bows that look more like bunny ears than pieces of ribbons, and her soft, velvety thin wings. Her hair is now white, and not the color it used to be - though he doesn't remember this detail. The creepy bunny is always cradled in her arms. He had no idea what she was like in life, but now she is shy, and childish, but giddy in a way he could never understand. She questions him constantly, usually driving him to annoyance, or madness with her endless provoking. She is very innocent, and kind which irritates him, but there is something gravely wrong with her. Something about her is twisted, and it comes out in certain things she says and does. He has no idea why she is always with him, but he could only guess of what his mind is trying to tell him...and Neira is as close to a conscious...to a soul, as he'll ever be able to have. The next apparition goes by the name Koseph and is more or less the "demon" on Razeal's shoulder. He is not a representation of a past victim, but of something much darker, and much more dangerous. Koseph is like Nero, kind of. He is loud, sadistic, boisterous, lively, and maliciously insane. Much of the sick, twisted desires and pleasure Razeal used to feel/still feels to a certain degree are extremely exacerbated in Koseph's personality. The hallucination marvels and rejoices in the face of other people's pain and suffering. He constantly reminds Razeal of how evil and worthless he is, that the demon is, and never will be deserving of love, that he will never find Niamah and when he finally does, she will be taken from him again. Koseph enjoys putting tormenting thoughts into Razeal's head, and often suggests that the fallen off himself, kill himself in a bloodied, dramatic way. A lot of times, he berates Razeal so much that Razeal actually does inflict some harm upon himself to get Koseph to finally leave him alone - Koseph is part of the reason why Razeal tore at his own flesh so badly in the desert, among other reasons. The final apparition, and the one he likes the most is Helios. Helios is an odd creature, a talking wolf who weilds a sword - though the sword can do no real damage to anymore. He is a wise creature who does not berate Razeal the way his other hallucinations do. In fact, Helios is more of a companion to Razeal than anything else; the only friend the demon has, and he isn't even real. Helios is kind and generous, wise, rational, very funny and sarcastic in a way Razeal is not, and calm. It's almost like Helios represents the person Razeal wishes he could be, and for some odd reason, Razeal finds comfort in Helios' presence. Even if it is not real and is superficial of his mind, Helios is one of the few things that provides Razeal with peace and content. It is an interesting dynamic these three have with one another as well; sometimes only one appears, sometimes two, and sometimes all three are with him. Their relationships are interesting and unique, which you will see when they appear.
Razeal had two auditory hallucinations as well. One is the song Niamah always used to hum while working on her garden. It started when he lost himself in the desert, and often fooled him into thinking she had found him. It usually occurs if he yearns for her too much. The second auditory hallucination is a song that follows him when he is his most dissociated. To give you an example, if his "apparitions" are getting too out of hand, driving his mental activity through the roof with madness, the song will start to play over and over again to make matters only worse.
Symptoms of his Antisocial Personality Disorder: He's a closet case when it comes to this (as most demons tend to be). Deceitful, manipulative, and violent, Razeal will lie and con anyone who gets "close" to him, and viciously attack anyone if he is in the mood to do so. An he will never show any remorse for his actions. He is impulsive, with little control over his desires. But, he does have control over how he obtains these desires. Although he cannot help himself from taking what he wants, he is highly skilled at obtaining what he wants with minimal energy use and consequences to himself. He is highly manipulative, being able to con people into doing what he wants or believing what he says; it's part of the reason why he's so good at corrupting people. He's very good with his words if he chooses to use them. He never feels bad about the terrible things he does.
Despite his difficulties with his psychosis, he is very perceptive and intuitive. He overanalyzes every situation; the risks, the benefits, the costs, every escape route, every possible outcome to every plan...he knows it all. He can almost predict what will happen based off of one little incident, how people will react to it, what he must do in response. He can see the entire chain of events in his head. It's helped him avoid his fellow demons for so long, and it's what helps him win so many of his battles. He is quick to react, and even quicker to think about what is happening. His intuition rarely leads him astray, and he's perceptive about people. He knows what person will cave and give in to sin easily, what people are pure and righteous, who he must not underestimate, and those who will be easy to brush aside. He may be a dead, broken soul, but he can accurately analyze, comprehend, and predict/influence another person's soul, motives, behaviors, etc. .all the things [inspire] me to [laugh] && smile. This is kind of a funny question, for there is barely anything Razeal truly likes, but lets see if we can list a few...
1.) Niamah: she is the only thing Razeal genuinely cares for.
2.) Killing: Murder is the one of the few things that can spark a sliver of happiness in the demon, albeit it's a twisted, sick sense of happiness.
3.) Power: it was what consumed his soul as a human, and it is the foundation of his desire and motivation now, though this desire has dwindled a lot over the years
4.) Fear: seeing it in other people sparks life in his otherwise dead wasteland of a soul. It pleasures and excites him, and readies him for the hunt...and the kill.
5.) The taste of blood
6.) Neira, when she's not aggravating him
7.) Helios - the only hallucination he truly enjoys most of the time. Helios can be considered his only true friend nowadays. .all these [things] i'd rather [not] discuss. Point blank, he hates everything, but to get a little more specific...
1.) Humans: they are maggots that are worth less than a single grain of sand.
2.) Angels: They are the reason he died, the reason he is without her, and the reason he is banished (in his opinion, anyway).
3.) Demons: Disgusting creatures who bore him to death (for the most part anyway)
4.) Himself: How could he not hate a monster such as himself?
5.) Koseph
6.) The world
7.) Pretty much everything else .all of this [makes] me much [stronger] than your average guy. Corrupting people, Inflicting pain&death, Formidable fighting ability, Intuition&Perception .these [powers] make me your [worst] nightmare. Mental Suggestion - the weak minded, be it humans, angels, or demons, are succeptible to Razeal's influence. This helps him a bit with his corruption escapades. It WILL ONLY work on the weak minded however, those who are easily persuaded or no match for his power.
Black Magic - Mainly, the shadows. Dark/shadow magic is his specialty and he can manipulate it in anyway he sees fit
Lightening - he can create it and control it. Be it a strike of lightening from "the heavens" or electricity he creates in his hands to shoot at his enemies. This is his favorite ability, and he enjoys the feeling of electricity surging through his body
Weather Manipulation - he can control the weather in the particular place he happens to be. Hurricanes, tornados, rainstorms, snow storms, hail, you name it. The only thing he cannot do, is manipulate the sun. He can cover it up with the clouds and precipitation, but he cannot make it burn brighter. That power lies with God and the angels alone.
Flight - as all angels and most demons, he can fly with his wings. He is a very skilled, and very fast flier
Super Strength/Speed - again, as most supernatural beings, he has this basic ability
Energy Manipulation - he cannot create it like he can with electricity, but if it is in his vicinity, he can manipulate it. Fire, water, wind, and earth - he can use and abuse it. And in some cases, he can use a person's soul's energy, but this is only if the person has sold their soul to him and it belongs to him.
Bound Equipment - explained in his profile; his weapon and his clothes change forms to suit his immediate needs
Divine Barrier(Fallen) - also explained in appearance; when he unleashes all of his powers, a protective shadow barrier erupts around him to protect him; this is actually a part of his black magic
Summoning: 2 beasts - it is not hard to believe that the right hand of the devil would attract a beast or two that (at the time of his peak in position at least) happily bonded to him. The first is Vesuvia. She remains with her bonded because she pities him, and because he is far more powerful than any creature she has come in contact with to this date, who has a complicated and ironically stange/interesting personality. The second is Altin. Altin stays with Razeal because he knows, despite the demon's many flaws, there is a strong character buried deep within. The beast can sense it, and so he lingers around this powerful, tormented soul to see if what the demon is hiding within will ever break out. .and these [things] make me [fall] to my knees. Niamah - he would do anything for her, and anything to avoid losing her for a third time
His psychosis - if it is very severe, he will lose some of his rational intuitive abilities, making him more irrational and less powerful
Holy Water - like most demons, things blessed by the Lord, especially water, are harmful to him. It burns him severely and if it's ingested, it weakens him considerable.
Salt - another purifying element, it also burns him if he touches it. And barriers made with salt (ex: making a protective circle or putting it around the windows/doors) he cannot cross under any circumstances; the simple condiment is one of the most effective protections against him. For all his power, salt renders him useless if used in the proper ways
The utmost highest forms of ritualistic spells (only the most powerful ones performed by highly skilled experts) - simple exorcisms/banishment spells do not work against him. Only highly practiced, highly advanced spiritualistic/sorcery spells can work in banishing him, limiting his power, etc.
Meadowsweet, Pine, and Holly - he's allergic to it. If he ingests it, he will grow very ill. If it touches him, his powers will be weakened and he will be drained of some energy/he'll probably develop a rash. If it's in his presence, he will become physically irritated and feel "under the weather", if you will
Heaven's fire - and only heaven's fire. The more powerful the weilder, the more damage it does to him. Weak angels who use it, will succeed in giving him a minor burn, but formidable opponents can damage him greatly. .these are the [songs] that tell my [story] to the world. .this is [everything] that sets me [apart] from the crowd. Because of his very high status in hell, holy ground does not actually affect him. He can walk into churches, blessed graveyards, and the like without being hurt. He can even do damage to it if he so pleases, but he usually does not since that attracts annoying angels.
He cannot see the spirits of nature/the dead as angels can. The only spirits he can see, are those that are evil/tormented, and sometimes he mistakes them for his hallucinations. It's hard to tell sometimes. He can only see evil souls, be them living or dead and wandering the world. If a soul is in a person, and it is evil, he will be able to see it as well. If a living person has a pure soul, it is protected from him and he cannot see it. This allows him to know who he must work on the most to "corrupt", or ignore. Whatever he may choose. But he cannot see ghosts of good people, or the spirits of nature and the world.
Also, light does not affect him the way it does to other demons because of 2 things: one, Lucifer is a fallen angel, and retained some of his light (though now it is highly corrupted). By Lucifer's "grace", Razeal is protected by light. And secondly, his shadow barrier further protects him from light. Since he is not on Lucifer's outstanding list anymore, his imperviousness to light is weakened to a decent degree, but he still has his barrier. .the [puppeteer] behind that [estranged] curtain.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:50 pm
 .my [name] is.Niamah.
Pronounced Nah-eye-am-ah. .but you [should] call me..that was [me] then.{{past reflections}}
Niamah was tall for a woman, and slender. Her hair fell down to her waist, and was generally wild, and unkempt. She wore simple attire, and never truly worried about her appearance. Sometimes, she would put her hair up, if she really felt like it. She normally wore simple attire, with little jewelry. However, when Razeal came along, she found that there was one necklace she always wore. Her skin was fair in the winters, but grew tanner in the summer. Her heart shaped face was kissed with countless little freckles, and her eyes were a shocking blue. She was an almost unusual creature, being half Norse and half Irish; but it made her all the more beautiful. Her Norwegian blood gave her a strong bone structure, and height. And her Irish blood gave her a wild air, cat-shaped eyes, and beautiful long red hair that cascaded down her shoulders in waves. .this is [what] you [see] now.{{present day}}
Niamah still has those wild blue eyes, shaped much like a cat's. They normally hold a glimmering happiness, and something much deeper. Perhaps its a melancholy sensation of being utterly lost. Perhaps it's nothing more than boredom. Her hair still cascades just past her waist, and is normally always wavy and wild. She likes putting braids in it here and there, along with random beads, and sometime feathers. Her skin is fair, but not like that of royalty's. Some have said it has a light peach color to it, and she quite likes that description. Freckles kiss her cheeks, and even her nose. She likes those as well - She feels they give her a human sort of quirk. Day to day, she wears varying amounts of jewelry. Some days, she'll wear thirty two silver bangles on her wrist, and the next, she'll wear only a slap bracelet. Some times, she'll wear a ribbon around her neck, or five random necklaces. No matter what however, she always wears this necklace. She's had it since before she can remember (Quite literally in fact) and simply refuses to ever take it off. She wears a total of eight earring, four in each ear. In addition to that, she has a tattoo on her left forearm, only a few inches below her wrist. She stands at roughly five feet and eleven inches, making her taller than most women. Her body is curvy, and something that most men lust after. Because of that, she refuses to wear anything less than a tee-shirt, and jeans, that do not 'hug' her hips. She doesn't like wearing mini-skirts, or tube-tops, seeing those as ways to draw unneeded attention. However, she does like to indulge herself in the various styles that these modern times have to offer. So, needless to say, her outfits always are different, and generally are a mix of some of her favorite styles.
.but you should [see] me in the [light] of the moon.{{never will i see this side of me.}}
Nothing much changed about Niamah after she became an angel. She simply gained beautiful wings, flecked with red and gold, that resembled a hawk's. What she wore then generally consisted of thin white clothe, unless on a 'mission' then she wore white, red, and silver armor. But what it looked like, doesn't truly matter does it? For that was in the past, and she can't even remember it. .these are the [tiny] pieces of me.
Niamah is an odd creature to say in the least. She is a shy thing, but she can bring herself to talk to strangers. It’s not that she doesn’t want to speak with them; it is simply that she can’t bring herself to. She knows she can’t form any true relationship with any human on the planet – The only being she can ever be close to is her dearest Echo. This knowledge isolates her, and terrifies her. She, and Echo are destined for solitude – They can have no friends, no lovers. Such relationships can only end in pain, for all parties involved. It fills her with dread simply thinking about it. Hurting countless people, simply to feel a brief moment of love? It isn’t worth it. And how many times must she endure that same pain, over, and over, till she grows numb to it? She would rather deal with the pain of never knowing, than the pain that comes with loosing it. At least, with former, she knows it will always be there, and she knows she will never grow numb to it. She can’t, and she won’t. Because with the pain of never knowing, is a longing that she cannot describe. She cannot make it stop, and she feels she will never find whatever it is that causes this longing. She has tried before to make it go away, but it only intensified the awful feeling. This longing, is much more than the want for human contact, and friendship. She wants more than familiarity with another, or someone to laugh with. That is simply part of it. She feels it is more than she could ever guess. Sometimes, she feels she longs for a purpose, a reason to be alive. In the excruciatingly long evenings, she sometimes wants answers to her questions. The want for answers grips at her heart, and makes it ache. Other times, she thinks it is simply happiness she longs for, but she realizes it can’t just be that. She knows that she aches and pines for more than all this. She knows it is bigger than her, and makes up her entirety. She knows that whatever it is she so desperately needs, will complete her. It will fill her up in every aspect, and make her whole. And knowing that she does not have whatever it is that will do this for is an excruciating feeling. It makes it hard for her to smile at any one, or laugh at a joke. It makes focusing on the present day more than simply difficult, and it is a feeling that is hard to ignore. Ignoring it would mean to eventually forget it. It would mean she would have to grow numb to it. This is something that terrifies her. If she cannot laugh freely, she should at least be able to feel pain. However, even with that in mind, ignore it she does. Well . . . She tries desperately to ignore it, for Echo. For anyone who has met her. To smile means nothing is wrong, and truly, nothing is. Though she knows that she will drive herself insane with that unnamed longing, she refuses to let on to that fact. Niamah tells herself constantly, it is foolish to long for what you don’t know. That it is wrong for her to want something she cannot name, that she cannot find, or have. She tells herself to let it go, and forget it, if only for Echo’s sake. She does not want the one good thing in her life, to worry for her constantly. There is no point in it.
With all of that being said, it is very important to note that she is not a masochist. She does not like the pain that comes with isolation, and longing. But she also cannot stand the idea of forgetting emotion. In fact, like most beings, she can’t stand pain at all. She is simply better at masking pain than most. You could break her body many times over, and she would do her best not to weep. She forces a smile every day, and a laugh every now and then, simply to hide the fact she is indeed aching, from all those around her. But that does not change the fact that she still feels great amounts of pain. Just because one hides pain well, does not mean one cannot feel it. And because she can feel pain, is provides her with a little comfort. That might sound odd, and masochistic, but it isn’t as bad as it sounds. Relief is not always a joyous thing. It simply means there is no need to be distressed. The simple fact of the matter is Niamah dreads the very idea of losing all feeling, and all emotion. She knows that weeping, forlorn longing, heart wrenching pain, and sickening dread are all emotions people avoid. She finds no joy in any of it. But she knows it signifies something important. It makes her like the countless humans around her. It gives her some sort of kinship with the men and women that grow old, and wither away. She might be incredibly different from the in many ways, but at least she knows that she is like them in the simple fact that she can feel pain, and longing, just as they can feel it. She can describe how it hurts to have to force a laugh, just as any mourning wife or mother can. She might be lonely, and isolated, but at least she has something that connects her to the people around her. She might not age, or change at all, but at least she can claim some sort of humanity in the fact she can feel just as humans do. It is because of this, she feels like she is more than an empty shell, doomed to wander the earth. The very thought of such a fate sends chills throughout her body, and dread in her already heavy heart. This relief, this knowledge that she has some sort of similarity to those that surround her, helps her to rise in the mornings. It helps her to move, and to breathe. It might not do so in a pleasant way, but it still helps her. It still lets her feel as though she might be human; as though she has a soul. And those feelings are only two of the few comforts she has found in this world, to cling to, and cherish. There is nothing that can tear those comforts away from her, and she will fight to keep them, no matter what.
Niamah is a modest thing, who can never really take a compliment. Many have told her she is beautiful, and almost otherworldly in looks, but she doesn’t see it. She can only blush at these things, and shake her head. Every now and then she’ll give a sheepish smile, and whisper thanks, but never really sincerely. When given a true, sincere compliment, she is left speechless. She does not think herself extraordinary in any way, and cannot see why anyone should ever think any different. She doesn’t get why men stare at her longingly, or women gape at her. She rarely ever sees it, but when she does, she can’t help but feel confused. She is no better than any other person on this planet, and in some ways, is not as good as any other person out there. She looks in the mirror and sees a being that cannot age, cannot love as she truly wishes to, nor can she find peace. She is too distant to love, or long for, and cannot see why anyone would bother to take the time with her. She does not think herself as better than anyone, and rarely sees anything she has done as more than simply average. People could tell her she is brilliant every day for the rest of their life, and she would still merely see an average being. Perhaps it is this that makes her entirely oblivious to any kind of romantic advances. A man can ask to spend a day with her, and she will simply think he wants to be friendly. She can hang out with the same guy for weeks, as he follows her around like a pup does its mother, without realizing for a moment, he longs to kiss her lips. She even fails to realize when a man is asking her to be his. If he doesn’t spell it out for her, she will simply remain oblivious to it. And when she does realize that such advances are being made, she generally freezes. She doesn’t know how to react other than turning and running. She knows that she can’t get into anything like a romantic relationship with anyone. It hurts too much to do so. So she distances herself from them as much as she can without actually cutting herself off from them, and makes it abundantly clear that she does not want a relationship of that caliber with them. She makes herself distant and aloof when around them, if only to protect them from any more pain.
Now, with her severe feeling of isolation, and her tendency to distance herself from true relationships has failed to stop her from reaching out. She cannot help but smile at a stranger who does the same for her, and she does love a good conversation with another person. Niamah seeks out friends, and people to be with daily, if only to mask that isolation she feels. She hides in large crowds, shying away from the constant chatter, and the eyes that pin her to the wall. However, you put her in a small group, and she will talk. She will start conversations, and laugh, and smile. When with a couple people, she can forget - if only for a few fleeting hours, how lonely she truly feels. She goes to clubs, and concerts, seeking a sort of ecstasy that comes with being surrounded by people who might be her friend. Somehow, she feels safer in those environments than she does walking on the street. Somehow, she feels much more at home jumping and dancing about like a fool. She tries to be outgoing, and bubbly. She tried being otherwise in the beginning and found that it was hard to stay silent, and so distant that no one could reach her in the slightest. It was impossible to watch others laugh, and smile, without going insane. She longs for that kind of relationship, she longs to laugh, and to smile, and to simply feel truly and utterly happy. It is because of this, she can’t stay silent, or mysterious. She has to let some part of her show, and glimmer. She has to speak with that old lady on the corner, or that boy looking for a number. That old lady will never see her again, and that boy will never hear from her, or even get her number. But they will know her in some way, and they will remember who she was, and she in turn, will never forget them. She finds that there is consolation, even in a thousand short acquaintances, that she will never see again. However, she also knows it is dangerous to be around people for too long – The more you get to know someone, the more likely it is that both you, and that person, will end up hurting. At least, that is how it is in her case. She has to hide herself as best she can to avoid a true relationship of any kind, and doing so is hard; especially when people are so willing to open up to her. She has had many people yell at her, and plead with her to open to her. To quite holding whatever is was that caused that look in her in. No one could ever really seem to understand how it was she could listen to them for hours, and never say a word about herself. And sometimes, she prefers it that way. A person will, after all, feel distant from you if you never open up to them. However, there are times when she longs to let it all spill forth from her lips, and scream, and weep, and simply talk until her lungs gave out, but she knows there is absolutely no point in.
People can open up to Niamah for several reasons. She is a nurturing soul, who will do whatever she can to help those in need. She is the type to give her coat to a homeless man on the street, while it is raining, or walk an old lady across the street. She might not be able to make any true friends, but that does not change the fact she can’t stand the sight of another’s tears. She does what she can to ensure others are happy, and that they have everything they need. There is nothing worse to Niamah, than another person’s suffering. If she can stop it, and aid another in happiness, then she will go out of her way to do so. She might never see that person again, nor will they remember her name, but they will certainly remember how she helped them. She is the kind to give her all, without a second thought. She believes that no one should be made to suffer, and that it is every human beings duty to help another when they need it. She has always been like this, and there is nothing that will change it. Not even her self-isolation could change such a strong belief. She picks up on other people’s emotions naturally (Not at all like Echo can however. Echo is a true empath, and feels all that another person does. Niamah only gets such things in weak waves.), and it is easy for her to tell when another is melancholy, or full of anger. If she can, she will do what she can to remedy such feelings. Sometimes, all it takes is an hour, listening to them, and letting them lean on her. This simple transference of thoughts and emotions seems to medicate whatever it is that ails them. She offers what good advice she can, and gives a person a new perspective on things. She seems to be a genius was it comes to things such as other people’s minds, and hearts, and yet, when it comes to her own, she does not know where to start. As well as emotional support, Niamah seems to have a knack for natural medicine. She took a liking to medicine way back in the twenties, and finds a deep sort of accomplishment in making herbal tinctures, mixing infusions, and learning everything there is to know about natural medicine. This fascination has stuck with her since then. She doesn’t know why, but she feels as though a little piece of her is whole when she is helping others, wrapping up wounds with gauze, and giving old lady’s tinctures and infusions for whatever ailment they have that week. The simple fact of the matter is, nothing makes her feel as good, and happy as when she sees another person smile, because of something she has done to help them. When someone thanks her, in any way, something in her distant heart warms up, and her mind can forget everything that is wrong in her world, for a while. There is something about making another person smile, or even feel the slightest bit better, that brings a deep, undeniable happiness to Niamah, and it makes it possible for her to forget her own pain.
Niamah is a peaceful, loving creature. She sees no point in holding grudges, or wasting her energy on anger, or hate. She is accepting of nearly everyone she meets. She prefers to see only the good in people, and only the good. She does not blame people for their faults, and does not hold them against them. She tries to excuse their faults, and ignore them, no matter how major, or detrimental they might be. A person must truly be disgusting and rotten to the core for her not to see it, and hate them for it. If she comes across a thief, she assumes they do not have enough, and must resort to such a thing. If she sees a bitter young lady, ruining any sort of relationship she could possibly have, Niamah assumes that she must have some reason for lashing out as thus. She cannot, and will not bring herself to criticize another, or see all that is bad in them. It is as simple as that. It is because of this, she is normally trusts those around her to do the right thing. She trusts the men and women around her not to harm her, or steal from her. She believes that no one would intentionally hurt another, and is therefore very . . . unprepared for things when they do not go as they should. She is always shocked beyond belief when somebody deliberately tries to hurt her in any manner even if she does not know them. She knows that this world is not a Utopian one, and that there are truly awful people in it. But she can’t bring herself to seek those awful people out and avoid them. She speaks to anyone that speaks to her, and trusts that their intentions are good. She is always taken aback when she sees people pass a homeless man on the street, without even looking at him. She can never fully understand why people find pleasure in things such as war, or even wrestling, or cage fighting. She does not know why such cruel people exist, and how anyone can revel in suffering, and she truly detests it. She fails to grasp how people can ignore another person’s discord and suffering, and even when they see it, they leave it as it is. Niamah can’t bring herself to fathom how others can intentionally cause grief and pain, and finds people that do as such are utterly despicable. Everything about her revels in things such as love, and peace. Those two things, as she sees it, are the most important aspects of any kind of life. Without love, you can find no peace, and without peace you can recognize no love. It not romantic love she believes everyone needs. It is simply love, in all its forms that is essential to all life. It is the knowledge that there is more than just oneself and the heart is more than just a beating organ – that it is meant to care, and take others into it. Love, in all its forms, in all shapes and sizes, is needed to survive. And with that love, comes a peace. Peace is what every human needs, and what few have. They get so caught up in the world of automobiles, and business trips, that their minds and souls can find no peace, not even for a moment. She believes that peace is essential to existence, on every level. A mind must be at peace, as must a nation for everyone to be truly. She knows, after decades of watching the world closely, that this is nearly impossible. So she tries her very hardest to achieve these two things the best she can. However, this is hard for her – Her mind and heart are never truly at peace, not with that nagging knowledge that she will never be whole. It is that and the fact that though she would like to love every person that has come into her life wholly, and truly, she cannot. The only person she has, and the only person she loves is Echo – And she knows it has to be like that until they die. . . If they die.
Because Niamah refuses to see the bad in anyone, and is usually very trusting of those around her, some would call her naïve. And in some ways, she truly is. When it comes to things that could bring her harm, or considered dangerous by the general population, she is sort of. Well, blind to it. Her eyes are open to suffering, hardship, anger, and emotions, but never really danger. She is the type to go out alone at night, and wander through the dark streets. On those dark streets, she sees the leering men, and sneering ‘demons’ that exist in the underbelly of the world, but she simply ignores them. She truly believes that no one will hurt her, if only because she trusts that they will not. She thinks that it is perfectly fine for any woman to go out onto the streets, and walk alone on a dark night. She is the kind of person that would wander into the middle of Hade, and ask for directions. She knows that such things are generally avoided, but she can’t help it. She wants to trust the people around her, and she fully believes that that is enough to keep her safe. She hardly takes any precautions to make sure she herself is safe, taking her own life for granted. She rarely thinks about the “what-ifs” most people do when they go out at night, or even about the basic fears most women should have. It is because of this, she has had a couple of close run-ins in the back alleys of various cities. Fortunately, some random person had always come to her aid in those moments. Part of this is due to the fact she doesn’t get wounded very easily. She has never bruised, and only bled a few times since she can remember. She has never broken a bone, or sprained a wrist. She seems to be a very fast healer, and no human has ever really harmed her physically. She relies on this far too much, and therefore remains completely oblivious to the dangers that are always around her.
Niamah is surely an intelligent woman, always looking to learn new things. She has an open mind, which is constantly thirsty for new information. She spends hours reading up on history, looking to learn the memories of the world. From the earliest form of man, to the Roman Empires, to the First World War, she simply can’t get enough of it. She is constantly reading up on various mythologies, finding the tales within them utterly fascinating. Out of all the mythology out there, she is particularly attracted to the Norse mythology. She doesn’t know why, but something about it is so very familiar. Whenever she reads on it, she finds that she feels at home. She eagerly spends countless hours in the library, thumbing through old books, reading whatever she can get her hands on. Any sort of literature she can find, she will read, no matter how old or new, how loved or hated, she will read it. She absolutely adores poetry, finding that its way of weaving messages and tales is utterly enchanting. From Chaucer, to Eliot, to Poe, to Frost, she finds that she simply can’t get enough of it. However, she herself isn’t very good with poetry. At least, that is what she would say. She finds that political ideals are, in essence, mesmerizing, as to the fact they give incredible insight into the world around her, and what different people are like, and how they think. She’s read up on Rousseau, Montisque, and Smith. She spent days on reading Burke, Maistre, Bork, and Turnbull. She has read the Communist Manifesto, and even Mein Kampf. She finds authors and activists like Goldman to be utterly fascinating, and almost idolizes them. She speaks with an eloquence few can boast, and has a wider vocabulary than most people in the modern world could ever hope to have. She finds that though she shouldn’t care, that current events always catch her attention. She finds that such things are impossible to ignore, and can’t help but try and support some cause in some way or another. She finds that she stays informed enough to debate, and have a solid opinion on issues such as abortion, Darfur, and Tibet. She can’t help but want to be active in such things, but knows it would be best for her to stay out of it entirely. So, she tries desperately not to get more involved than simply sending in a donation to several different causes each month. Other than literature, history, mythology, and politics, Niamah has a deep seeded attraction to music and art. She finds that music is much like a release for her, and she finds that any sort of instrument instantly draws her to it. She loves music in all its forms, and is constantly looking for a new band to listen to, and a new song to sing. She loves attending things like operas and musicals, and tries to do so whenever she has enough money and time. She finds that she can spend whole afternoons in art museums, and never really get bored with them. Niamah has found that life is a much more interesting, and bearable ordeal when you are constantly seeking answers to your never ending list of questions. Every day she finds another question to answer, and will do what she can to find the answers to that question. However, there are a few questions no amount of research will do to find an answer to. But for now, these questions are best left ignored.
She is highly observant, always watching the world around her. She is terrified of missing, or forgetting some important detail, so she watches everything very carefully, taking note of every simple, and seemingly insignificant detail. She watches people – observes how they move, how they talk, and how the carry themselves. She takes notice of every little mannerism a person has, storing them away in the back of her mind. For one reason, or another, she finds that the idea of forgetting is an utterly terrifying one. She has already lost God knows how many years to an amnesia she can’t begin to fathom; She does not want to lose anything more. Every day is precious to her, and she simply refuses to lose even a single one. No matter what she is feeling, no matter how bad, or dreary, she knows that it is better to remember, than to forget. It is that simple to her. So, to keep from losing anything, she writes it all down. Every feeling, every moment worth remembering, ever thought goes down on paper. She has countless journals, dating all the way back to 1920. Each day, she takes a journal full of paper, and writes. Sometimes she only gets a sentence out. Other days, she’ll get pages and pages down before she is done. She keeps all of them in a large ornate, wooden chest, which she keeps locked. Of all the things she owns, these journals are the most important to her, and she simply refuses to let any of them go.
.all the things [inspire] me to [laugh] && smile. Rainy days
The cool breeze
Singing Birds
The mountain air.
Mountain valleys
Spicy foods
Ice cream on a hot day
Wandering
Daydreaming
Laughter
Music of in all its forms.
Literature.
History.
Art.
Dancing
Singing
Making other’s happy.
Writing.
Cheesy B-rate horror flicks.
Laying in the grass
Flowers.
Swimming in the cool river.
Sleeping under a tree.
Tea.
People with a story to tell.
People with a smile on their lips.
Friends.
.all these [things] i'd rather [not] discuss. Yelling.
Suffering.
Undeserved pain.
Weeping before others.
Showing weakness to those who care.
Not being strong enough.
Failing those she cares for.
Forgetfulness.
Bigotry.
Close mindedness.
Hate in general.
Pure darkness; the kind that suffocates.
Blinding light.
Abusive people.
Social Darwinism.
Newer country music. Rap. Hip-hop. None of it has soul, or feeling in it.
Most music from the 80s, including hair metal.
Cereal commercials.
Snapping/popping joints.
The sound of bones breaking.
The sight of another in pain. .
Mullets.
Pollution.
The desert. Wastelands. Places like Kansas. .all of this [makes] me much [stronger] than your average girl.|♠|.a caring heart && loving smile.|♠|
Niamah has a loving and nurturing heart. It is one of her most endearing qualities, and has indeed become one of the reasons she can still try to go on every day. After all, all you need is love! Those that are lucky, or persistent enough to get past that barrier she has set, and pull her closer to them, will find that she is eternally loyal and will do anything, no matter what the cost for those she loves. The people that have earned her love will be loved wholly, and for as long as she walks upon this earth. It is as simple as that. It is this loving, and caring nurture that draws people to her, and it is this nature that allows her to remain as positive as possible, even as she bears such a horrendous pain.
|♠|.whatever you do;; remain calm.|♠|
Niamah has the grand ability to simply stay calm through nearly any situation. No matter what, she always stays calm and level headed. This allows her to think things through, and make rational decisions suited for any sort of situation. She has a way of always appearing to be cool and collected, even when she is not, which in turn gives people around her the same feeling. It becomes much easier to make proper decisions, and move with skill in high pressure situations. When she was a Valkryie, this allowed her to make strategic decisions, and moves that would win her a battle. While her opponents grew blind with rage, she was able to predict their next strike, based solely upon the way they moved. This allowed her to parry and dodge their attacks with ease, and in turn attack them in ways that caught them off guard, and gave her the advantage. When she herself was caught off guard, she could quickly recover, gather her wits, and get a handle on things before any further damage could be made to her side of things.
|♠|.sing your heart out.|♠|
Niamah adores music. It is that simple. It allows her to release all her emotion, be it good or bad. She is talented with nearly any musical instrument she picks up. However, her favorite instruments are definitely the flute, the violin, and the piano. Classic, and perhaps a little cliché, these instruments seem to call to her like a siren. And she doesn’t care one bit that they are basic, and at some points, boring instruments. They light her passion for music afire, and allow her very soul to sore whenever she plays them. On top of that, she has a near truly elysian singing voice, that none can match. When she sings, crowds go silent, and listen closely. Her voice sends chills throughout the body, and emotions whirling through the head. She can enchant even the most bitter of old souls with her voice, and her voice alone. Her singing weaves thousands of untold tales, and makes it easy for anyone person to close their eyes and watch as a story unfolds before their mind’s eye in the most vivid of colors, and most elegant of ways.
|♠|.medicine woman.|♠|
As stated earlier, Niamah is fascinated with natural medicines. She always has been. She is constantly looking for new types of herbs and such that could possibly have healing qualities. She has a knack for diagnosing various health problems, and can prescribe just the right solution for the cure. Her gentle and nurturing nature makes it easy for her set bones, and wraps wounds, though she hasn’t had to do such things, since she volunteered in the Second World War. When she was a Valkryie, this natural knack for healing allowed for her healing magic to be quite strong, seeing as how it carried over from the grave. She was one of the very few who were both a healer, and a warrior. Though, her healing magic was not as strong as any in the Healing class, and was only used when she knew she could heal a wound herself without any complications. But it still came in handy in a tight bind.
|♠|.you can bruise me;; but never will you break me.|♠|
She has no idea why, but she has never been truly wounded in all her time on earth. In all her years on this planet, she does not remember ever having broken a bone, or bruised. At least, not for very long. She has cut herself on her cooking knives, and bruised herself in various accidents. But the wounds never stayed. Ever. Within moments, they had healed. She doesn’t know how this works, but it seems that no matter what, she will always heal. She has never scarred, nor even bruised for longer than any hour. Her body heals with incredible speed, and because of it she has never paid a doctor a visit. Hell, she has never even caught the common cold. She doesn’t know why it is that happens, but to be honest, she doesn’t really mind it. In fact, that is one mystery she kind of likes.
.these [powers] make me your [worst] nightmare.Now. Before we go into details about her powers, it is incredibly important to note, that these powers are no longer accessible to her. They, much like her wings, have been bound. She does not remember any of these powers, and it is likely that she will never be able to use them again. Unless of course, something happens to break the chains that have been placed upon them. Some of these powers were standard amongst Valkryie and Seraphim. Others, were incredibly unique.
|✧|.fly me away.|✧|
Like any angel or fallen, she could fly. With one mighty thrust of her hawk-like wings, she would rise into the air. With only to more, she’d be off. This ability was one of her favorites as a Valkryie. Flying made her feel free and alive. It allowed her to reach peace, if only for a while. Not only could she fly, but she was skilled in her flying. She knew how to dive, and to spin. She knew exactly what to do to get the upper hand in air battles, and she always used to her advantage. Some said, flying was like a second nature to her, and were utterly dazzled by the way she flew. But alas, never will she know the skies again, nor will she remember them.
|✧|.sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.|✧|
Niamah, like all those who have passed through their first life into the next, could sense all those around her. Everything with an energy she could feel. She knew the difference between a human, and an angel. A fox, and a rabbit. She could sense demons, and generally how strong they were. However, she could not sense those with the ability to cloak their energy. That, became an issue a few times in the past, but even when caught off guard, she came through. She could see the dead spirits upon the earth, still unwilling to pass to heaven or hell. She could even speak to those who were willing to talk. That was truly a humbling feeling to her; stepping onto the earth with the instantaneous feeling of being surrounded by everything that lived. The trees, the columbine in the forest, the fluttering butterflies, and the deer that would step out from its hiding place just to see her. Feeling each of their energies reminded her that she was not the only being that walked, breathed, and felt. There are remnants of this today. Sometimes, she will feel as though she isn’t alone – Perhaps she is walking along side a dead woman on the street, lost upon this earth. Other times, she will feel as though she is being surrounded by something warm, and loving –This feeling is certainly all the energies of the forest humming. But she does not know how to identify these or what they are, so she simply ignores the feelings as the come.
|✧|.heal me nursie.|✧|
As stated before, when she was a Valkryie she was one of the very few who were both a healer, and a warrior. Since she had a knack for healing in her first life, the talent carried over from the grave, and was amplified greatly. She could heal cuts, bruises, sprains, and even minor fractures. Though, her healing magic was not as strong as any in the Healing class, and was only used when she knew she could heal a wound herself without any complications. Things like punctured organs, shattered bones, or internal bleeding were far out of her league.
|✧|.summon the beast.|✧|
Like Echo, Niamah had the ability to summon. However, she could only summon one beast – Fenrir, the Wintry Beast. According to Norse mythology, Fenrir was a mighty wolf, born of Loki the God of Mischief and the giantess, Angrboða. This powerful wolf not only ate the hand of Tyr before he could be subdued, but he would also mark Ragnarok – the Norse version of Revelations. Now, for Niamah, Fenrir was none of this. He was a calm spirit, who reigned over winter and a good friend at that. He was her one and only summon and would come to her only when she called for him. He was a mighty beast, who had a few tricks of his own, and always pulled through for her in the most dire of situations. He could call upon a mist so thick; her opponents would not be able to see an inch in front of them. He could freeze rivers and lakes, and he could call upon the fiercest of storms. The mere sight of him was enough to freeze any opponent in his tracks. Since her exile to earth, no one has seen Fenrir, and there are rumors amongst the Fae that the beast waits for the one being he calls master to call upon him once more.
|✧|.and only she could calm the leviathan.|✧|
As an Angel, Niamah had a way with beasts. Such a way, that she could calm the fiercest of them down with her voice alone. This talent was only discovered when a dragon being trained for riding went mad, and was on a rampage. It had destroyed many buildings, wounded fifty, and killed two before it came upon Niamah in the Sanctuary’s court yard. It was a young thing, and was completely terrified (The Tamer who was training it was new, and didn’t know how to handle young dragons well). Niamah was singing by the fountain when it came crashing through the marble walls, eyes rolling in its head, and foam coming from its mouth. Niamah merely turned her head, and continued to sing. Gently her voice wafted through the air, and the poor thing stood there watching her. She stood, and turned toward it, still singing. The dragon cowered like a puppy that had been scolded as she walked toward it. When she had finished her song, and they found her, she was standing beside the beast, stroking its scaled head. Someone remarked that she should have been a Tamer, rather than a Warrior and she could only shake her head. There was something about her that simply calmed the fiercest of beasts, and allowed them to trust her. Some theorized it was this talent that allowed her to summon Fenrir in the first place.
|✧|.she wielded a singing sword.|✧|
Niamah’s sword seemed to be an entity of its own. It was crafted by God’s most trusted, and beloved Smith, and was tempered with water that seemed to flow with pure magic. When not in battle, she wore it on her neck, as a pendant. When in battle or left exposed, she wore it on her belt. When she needed it, she would simply pull it off her neck, and it would quickly become her most trusted, and deadly weapon. In every skirmish she was a part of, the sword seemed to direct itself, and would always sing in battle; a sharp, metallic song that only signaled death. Her ability with her sword terrified some who followed her, and astounded the rest. It was as though it were not she that was guiding the sword, but magic. Her sword was also used as a conductor for her most deadly, and potent of powers. When combined with this magic, the sword would cut down, and burn all those who stood before it.
|✧|.and in the skies, blue fire reigned.|✧|
Niamah’s most powerful magic, was an unnamed one. Some called it an electric energy, others compared it to the hottest of fires, though it only burned those who crossed her. At will, she could summon a blue energy, that sometimes cracked like lightning, and at other times danced like fire. It was never consistent. Not even its shade stayed the same, for it was always changing which hue of blue it was. Sometimes it was hotter than Heaven’s hottest fire, and sometimes it was just as freezing as space itself. Niamah was never burned, nor was she frozen by it. No one, not even she understood this power that had been granted to her. Well, God did. He/She designed it to be unpredictable, and powerful. He/She made it to where only Niamah could wield it. God gave it to her the day she became a true Valkryie, and told her only to concentrate on the blue of the skies when summoning the magic. When in combat with her sword, this blue energy would consume her sword, and could send beams of energy that spanned for miles, for only a few instances. Those that were cut with the singing blue sword, died instantly. When in hand to hand combat, the energy would spiral up her fists, and would burn or freeze wherever she hit. This magic was its most powerful when she was incredibly angry, and at these times she could do much, much more with it then she normally could.
.and these [things] make me [fall] to my knees.
|●|.they bound her soul.|●|
An obvious and great weakness of Niamah’s is the simple fact that all her great magics have been bound by the very hand of God. These unseen chains restrict her from reaching her full potential in every way. Though her body remembers exactly how to fight, and she possesses incredible strength, she has half the ability she used to. She might not know it, but she is incredibly limited, and shockingly weak in the eyes of the universe. Without her wings, how can she evade danger? Without her magic, how can she fight back? She can’t even truly sense when real danger is nearby. Though she can fight better than any mortal, how can she defend herself for a demon who, only decades ago could not have stood a chance against her?
|●|.harm not those i love.|●|
Niamah cannot stand the very thought of someone she cares for coming into harm’s way. The very notion of it sends dreadful chills down her back, and a terror throughout her heart. For instance, the very idea of losing Echo is crushing to her. Her love, though a great strength of hers, is also a weakness. It will drive her to do stupid things that she would normally never attempt. It will force her to risk her own life at all costs, and could very well stop her from getting what she wants most. Her love might be something that drives her to survive, but if she were to lose those she loved, she would wither.
|●|.and within the shadows i will break.|●|
Niamah cannot explain why, but she feels weaker in darkness. Not just any darkness though – the kind that is so complete and so black, it suffocates. Sure, a night without the moon will bring on the feeling that perhaps she isn’t at her best, but being stuck in true shadows seems to drain away at her very life force. She had only been stuck in such darkness once, and she passed out. She woke up in the sunlight, her head in Echo’s lap. Niamah always feels her best when she is away from the city, on a sunny day. She feels strong, and vibrant. Or even when the moon is full, and it’s light kissed the ground. And so she should – She draws her energy from that sort of light. But her energy quickly drains when all light is taken away from her, and she is left to the darkness of her own mind.
|●|.fire burns more than flesh.|●|
Echo is weak to extreme temperatures of any sort; Niamah is not. Echo’s skin is delicate, because she is a Muse. Niamah was a Warrior – Delicate skin would be detrimental to such a carrier. Niamah can take the cold of the arctic ice, and the heat of the savannah. Ice does not freeze her, nor does the sun burn her. But she has found, in a few instances, that fire burns like a b***h. Once, she was at a campfire with Desiderio. She waved her hand over the fire as she had done so many times before, and burned. Her whole hand blistered, and felt as though it had been soaked in hot oil. Never did she learn that the man who had built the fire, and held the bonfire affair was a demon. In another instance, she was trying to put out a fire that a three old boy had started with industrial cleaners. Her hand burned, but not as badly as it had that night with Desi. So, to put it simply hell’s fire and chemical fires burn her flesh. However, by far the more effective of the two is the former.
.these are the [songs] that tell my [story] to the world.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:51 pm
|N a n o |  .my [name] is. .but you [should] call me. Nano. Nick. Al (family nickname). Just please, no funny names related to Johnson. Yes, Johnson is a slang term for p***s, something which Nano has been aware of since the eighth grade when his “friends” suddenly picked up on it. So yeah, no funny business about his last name. It’s not funny, and he can pretty much guarantee you he’s heard it before. .this is [what] you [see] now. Nano is, by all accounts, your typical surfer boy. He’s tall, coming in at an even six feet. He has large sapphire blue eyes framed by long, shoulder-length brown hair which he tends to wear either let down, or pulled up in a ponytail depending on his mood, or if he’s working/surfing. He has a light tan which covers him from head to toe (you want find any tan lines on this boy! ^_~) and, while not exactly ripped, is at least decently muscled. His skin is also completely unblemished; no scars or tattoos cover his body, just plain old skin.
Regarding his clothing…Well the first thing you need to know about Nano, is that he’s completely unconcerned with his appearance. That said, his wardrobe is focused more on being functional rather than fashionable. For shirts, he has a decent collection of muscle shirts in various colors, along with a decent collection of t-shirts. He also has a couple of polo-shirts, along with button ups and dress shirts, which he hates wearing on only keeps for special occasions. For pants, Nano has been known to wear anything from sweats to jeans, with anything in between. On days wear he goes surfing though, he’ll usually just wear a pair of swim trunks, and maybe tote around an extra just in case. When it comes to shoes, Nano tends to wear sandals or flip-flops whenever he can, since he hates the feeling of his feet being restricted. He will though, on occasion, wear tennis shoes, usually on chilly or rainy days. As for accessories, Nano is almost always wearing his watch, a cheap little thing, but waterproof, which pretty much fills all his needs.
.these are the [tiny] pieces of me. Ah, how to describe dear Nicholas? A loyal friend? A selfless citizen? A passionate musician? Or perhaps, simply an idealistic surfer boy? I suppose he’s all this and more, though who can really tell? To delve fully into the human psyche would take time and insight beyond this humble writer’s ability. Having taken that into consideration, this writer will do his best to hit upon Nano’s more well known and easily recognizable traits.
To start things off, I suppose we should highlight Nano’s kindness. Now, everyone is kind to a certain extent, some more so than others and in different ways. In a world where the male populace tends to be, for lack of better words, a bunch of hormone controlled testosterone burning blockheads, Nano happens to be a part of a dying breed of halfway decent men. Perhaps he was just raised right, or happens to embody an old soul in a young body. More likely his mom simply had a penchant for old romance movies which ended up being Nano’s inspiration as to how one should act. Always pleasant, helpful, selfless, and chivalrous in any occasion. Really, he seems too good to be true, and yet he genuinely believes and adheres to those traits. So in a nutshell he’s a good guy, always willing to help out a friend in need, completely polite when talking with members of the opposite sex, and a total altruist who helps those in need simply because it’s the right thing to do.
Next up is Nano’s drive, or determination. See when Nano gets a thought or idea in his head, the kind that he gets really passionate about, he just can’t let it go. He’s the type of guy who when he says something, means it, and will pull through with it no matter how long or what the cost. Not only does he get the job done though, oh no. Despite it all, no matter how hard or how discouraging something may be, Nano somehow manages to bring a sort of vigor to each task he takes on, even managing to put an optimistic spin on things regardless of the possibly bleak outcome. Of course, this isn’t always a good thing, as it can make him somewhat stubborn and bull-headed, especially if it’s over an idea that he’s managed to become absolutely infatuated with.
Right, that’s two positive traits I’ve gone over so far, so let’s try highlighting a negative one this time around. So, Nano’s a space-case, plain and simple. It’s an artist’s curse of sorts. Nano is naturally imaginative to begin with, and is known to spend a good deal of time daydreaming when he isn’t busy with work or sports or any other random activity. Add to that the fact that he’s synesthetic, and you should consider yourself lucky he doesn’t spend everyday simply staring in wonder at his surroundings. Of course when he’s not daydreaming, he’s doing the one other thing capable of stealing all his focus and cutting him off from the rest of the world; writing songs. Inspiration tends to hit him randomly, and when it does hit it prompts him to drop whatever it is he’s doing, no matter how important, and start writing with whatever he has on hand. So then a typical Nano moment would be something like him walking down the street with some friends and talking, and then suddenly freezing for a moment, head cocked to the side as he listens to or observes a point of interest, and then whipping a pen from his pocket and proceeding to write on a scrap of paper, napkin, or even his own skin if nothing else is readily available. Quirky, yes, but…Well I never actually listed normal as one of Nano’s attributes now did I?
Right then, time to wrap this all up. Nano’s final big amazingly important trait is…Well he’s about as naïve as a newborn child. It’s not that he’s delusional or anything. He knows there are bad people in the world, and that they commit crimes like murder, theft, rape, and more. Despite this though, he can’t help but feel that deep down, human beings are inherently good and that, when given the chance, they will choose to do the right thing. A dangerous way to think, but someone has too. How can a criminal ever make things write if never given that second chance to do so? In reality these feelings are nothing more than an idealistic dream, but for Nano, to give up on such a dream would be to give up on humanity as a whole. Despite how badly people have messed up, Nano still isn’t ready to give up on humanity though. At least, not yet.
.all the things [inspire] me to [laugh] && smile. --music
--flashy colors
--the ocean
--cool breezes
--warm sunny days
--thunderstorms
--huge waves
--surfing
--the smell of wax (the kind he uses on his board)
--vanilla ice cream
--fireworks
--nature
--musicians of all genres
--singing
--singing in the shower (really loudly)
--writing songs
--his guitar
--pretty much all food and drink
--starry night skies .all these [things] i'd rather [not] discuss. --sand in his pants
--really stormy days when he can’t surf
--colds
--being out of tune
--horror movies, even really cheesy ones
--butterscotch flavoring
--being cooped up in a house for too long
--damaging his guitar
--losing his song lyrics
--energy drinks
--people who are disrespectful
--that after taste you get in your mouth after brushing your teeth and then drinking orange juice
--going long stretches without writing any songs .all of this [makes] me much [stronger] than your average guy. --&Musically Inclined: Nano has a great love of music, as well as being pretty skilled at it’s creation as well. He’s taken classes for many instruments from woodwinds, to brass, to string based instruments, and percussion as well as Piano. He’s also taken singing lessons to help better his skills, and was enrolled in Band, Orchestra, and Chorus all the way from middle school till his senior year of high school. Despite his skill with many instruments, he feels at ease the most with the guitar, or the piano as they are easy to use while composing and writing songs.
--&Surfer Extraordinaire: Nano’s other favorite pastime for whenever he isn’t making music. He’s been surfing since he was about thirteen, and owns his own board. While he definitely enjoys it as a sport, he doesn’t like to surf competitively, and instead utilizes surfing as a method to relieve stress and simply have fun. It’s also a good way to keep in shape. .these [powers] make me your [worst] nightmare. None, since he’s just a plain old human. .and these [things] make me [fall] to my knees. --&Only Human: Just as it says, Nano is only human, and is therefore no match for any of the Hellish or Angelic entities that inhabit the world. He has no magical abilities, no increased attributes, and no outstanding qualities that raise him above anyone else. As a human he has average strength, speed, and stamina, and heals slowly from any kind of wound.
--&Cause we’re friends, you moron.: Nicholas is a great guy, perhaps too much so. He’s the kind of guy who’d take a bullet for a friend, and not regret it in anyway. If ever a friend were in danger, he’d do whatever he could to save them, even if it got him serious injured or killed.
--&Turn it off!: As a musician, Nano is extremely sensitive to sound, maybe more so than the average person. While not exactly a crippling weakness, he can be put off by strange or out of tune sounds which he finds grating. .these are the [songs] that tell my [story] to the world. .this is [everything] that sets me [apart] from the crowd. --&They call me a Synesthete: Nano is Synesthetic, meaning that he has Synesthesia, a neurologically-based condition in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway. Put in layman’s terms, it means when he senses something using one of the five senses, another of those senses activates as well. Specifically he has a form of synesthesia that converts visual motion as well as color into sound. His form of synesthesia is also extremely developed, making it so that almost every movement or color has some sort of musical equivalent. While some people might see this as an abnormality or an annoyance, Nano sees it as a gift, because it allows him to experience life in a whole new way. Each day is like living in one giant orchestral piece, and often Nano will pull from the sounds he experiences to create songs and to help write his lyrics.
--&I call her Penelope: Penelope, the affectionate name Nano gave to his old beaten acoustic guitar. Nano first got Penelope back when he was ten years old, along with a series of classes on how to play from a nearby instructor. Ever since then, dear Penelope has been his constant companion, traveling with him everywhere should he suddenly be seized by the urge to play or work on a song. Despite it’s battered appearance, Penelope still plays as well as she did the day he got her. .the [puppeteer] behind that [estranged] curtain.
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|E c h o|  .my [name] is. .but you [should] call me. .that was [me] then. |Echo Before|
Echo was never someone who held a humanly appearance. She's always been more radiant, more beautiful, more glorious then any human could ever wish to be. She was born a muse, within a mortal body. And she was granted features that no normal could genetically attain. Her hair was perhaps the most interesting color, a light shade of a turquoise-green that slowly faded into the most beautiful sunset-pinkish orange. It was indeed something that caught the attention of everyone that had ever laid eyes upon her. Her parents had tried to dye it to a normal color when she was really young, fearing that the others may accuse her of being an abomination. But no matter what they tried, her hair always rejected it. Her hair couldn't be changed. It was clear that what ever had made her hair that color wasn't going to allow her hair to be changed by anything man made. Her eyes, were the same story. One eye was the matching turquoise-green color while the other held the sunset-orange pink color. Her skin, was just as unique as the rest of her. She was always more pale then the others. She would spend hours and hours and hours in the sun. Yet she would not burn nor tan. It was almost as if she took in the sunlight, and then glittered with it, rather then tanning. Her skin held a slightly goldish-tone to it, making her glitter like a star in any type of light. Other women envied her beauty, and the men adored her. She was indeed, a mortal muse. .this is [what] you [see] now. |Echo now.|
Echo is perhaps one of the most mysterious and unique people you'll ever meet, when it come to fashion and general appearance. She's always changing, trying new things, all to satisfy her need to be creative. Her hair is often dyed radical colors or combinations of colors, and it tends to be changed at least once a month. Because of this, her natural hair color is unknown. Her hair length often changes too, varying from long to short. Though at the moment it lays past her shoulders in a medium-longer state. Another habit that Echo has developed is painting her nails. They are usually a different color every day, depending on her mood, the weather, and what she's thinking about. She has probably every color on the planet in her finger nail polish collection and is rarely seen wearing the same color twice over a short time span. She's a thin one, and short as well. She stands at a mere five foot one inch, and weighs a dainty one hundred and twelve pounds. She is very fragile looking, though she seems to hold curves in all the right places. Or so that's what she's been told. Her eyes, are a shocking oceanic blue color, though they tend to vary in blue hues with her mood. Her eyes will grow to a more midnight blue if she's angry or upset, and they will retreat to an almost turquoise color with her happiness. The mere rarity of such an eye color tends to draw most anyone to those oceanic orbs. Her skin, is something else astonishing about her. She's a pale being, but she is so radiant. Her skin seems to glitter in the sun, as if there are speckles of gold placed within her skin. She catches any type of light and reflects it back with a brilliance that could not be matched. She's indeed a beautiful being. Her smile is something that is rare to see, but when it is revealed she brightens up the room. She just has that mysterious, drawing aura about her. And it tends to make her very appealing.
As for clothing, Echo has no real stereotyped style. Her style could only be categorized as Echo. Her clothing tends to be brightly colored, just like her hair and fingernails. She could be seen wearing a rainbow tank top and some jeans one day, and the next a black and pink corset with some black TRIPP pants. Her style varies so much, that it's hard to tell what she may wear the next day. Her closet is packed with all kinds of clothing, ranging from preppy and girly, to tom boyish and comfortable. She loves to mix and match, and can often be found wearing socks that don't match [example- one pink and black striped sock, and a blue and pink polk-a-dotted sock]. She wears multiple layers of clothes, giving her millions of possible combinations of outfits. Accessories are also important. Colorful bracelets and necklaces are always seen on Echo and she has some type of accessory for almost any occasion. She is definitely someone that could set fashion trends, if her fashion wasn't so variable, bold, and radical. These are some of Echo's possible outfits;
|One| && |Two| && |Three| && |Four| && |Five| && |Six and Seven| && |Eight| && |Nine| && |Ten| && |Eleven| && |Twelve| && |Thirteen|
As for accessories, these are the pieces of jewelry that Echo never removes from her body;
|Ring| && |Ring| && |Necklace| && |Ring| && |Ring|
As for tattoos, Echo has two. Upon her back is a tattoo of wings. It's similar to her angelic form, and these wings look so realistic, so beautiful. They cover her shoulder blades and they seem so detailed that they almost seem to move with her body. Her second tattoo is |this| on the lower right corner of her stomach, representing her adoration for the stars and heavens above. Her ears are pierced twice in her left ear, and three times in her right.
.but you should [see] me in the [light] of the moon. |Echo Angelic|
It doesn't matter what form she's in, Echo will always be more exuberantly beautiful then any other being upon the Earth, with perhaps the exception of Niamah. Her hair reflects all the colors of the rainbow, and even some that don't appear within that spectrum. It flows together, sparkling, glittering as her hair was ignited by the very colors themselves. Her skin holds the same goldish-radiance that it has managed to hold through out her other forms. Her eyes, just like her hair, hold a rainbow hued spectrum. Her eyes are mystifying. Her gaze draws the attention of all those around her and sucks them into the beautiful abyss of her eyes. They're almost endless if you look into them. They're so pure, so utterly untarnished that it takes an actual effort to look her in the eyes. Her eyes are strong, burning with her will, her determination, her life. You can see her very spirit within her eyes, her emotions, her lustre for everything that life has to hold. Her lips, a soft rose pink. Her wings, an undiluted white mass of plush feathers. The feathers all seem to be covered by a thin, clear material though, giving them the shine of a butterfly's wing. It's a filmy material that cannot be felt, you can't really see it. It simply makes her feathers reflect the light to the point of where they seem transparent and they show small rainbow spectrums upon them from the light at certain angles. [Think of a glass prism, if you will.] Her wings are long, they are powerful, but proportionate to her small body. They hold a grace and delicacy that match her body frame and spirit. They can be retracted into her back taking the form of her tattoo, or protruded from her back at her will. .these are the [tiny] pieces of me. Silent, mysterious, and alluring, Echo is most certainly one of the most intriguing people you will have the honor to meet in your lifetime. Echo's personality slightly mimics her appearance and fashion sense, unique, like no other, and constantly shifting while remaining within certain bounds. Because of Echo's constant personality shifts it's difficult to explain every aspect of her personality. She's complex, like a 20,000 piece puzzle. She takes time and effort to figure out. So with that in mind we'll just cover the basics of her personality, the few aspects that don't change no matter what.
We'll start out with how quiet Echo is. She's definitely a reserved person, choosing to speak or respond only when she feels fit. She isn't someone who is generally long-winded, nor is she the type of person you'd expect to give a speech. She often prefers to keep to herself, and generally does so. Speaking just isn't something she often feels the need to participate in. But don't let her silence fool you, Echo has many thoughts, many ideas, many dreams, and many opinions. Perhaps if she'd just find someone she feel worthy of sharing such things with she would, but until that day comes, she keeps them to herself. Echo's silence isn't a measure of her intelligence. She's highly intelligent, and one could say she is wise beyond her years, but in all honesty her real age is probably about even with her wisdom. She's highly observational and she tends to learn through watching someone do something. She's always watching people and things, noticing the smallest of things that no one would normally pay attention to. She generally is a wonderful judge of people by their appearances and habits because of her observational skills, which helps when trying to avoid so many people at once. She's learned throughout the years that figuring out who is who, before actually getting to know them and having to connect with them is the best strategy. Her quiet, cold personality allows her to make people want to stay from her. It's not something she enjoys doing but she knows that she has to do it, and so she does without question. She knows that the responsibility of keeping both herself, and Niamah safe are upon her delicate little shoulders. It's a gift, burden, and responsibility all of her own and one that she takes very seriously.
The next feature about Echo that you'll notice is how mysterious she is. This ties in with how quiet she is. Because she doesn't talk much about herself, it gives off that mysterious aura. Her beauty plays into this as well, and so, it's something she can't really avoid. Echo doesn't talk about herself. She doesn't answer personal questions. And she highly values privacy. These things make Echo alluringly mysterious, and it's often more of a disadvantage then an advantage. Echo doesn't want to draw attention to herself. She tries very hard to do the very opposite. But because she has chosen to be so cold and quiet, she just can't help it. Echo has learned to lock herself away from people. She's put up many very strong barriers around her past, her heart, her soul, and her mind. She keeps things to herself, especially emotions. It makes things easier for her due to the fact that she tends to avoid attaching relationships. She doesn't allow herself to make good friends. She will get to know someone slightly past the acquaintance stage but that's about it unless you're someone really special. Echo doesn't allow herself to become attached to people because she also knows that sooner or later she'll have to abandon that person. Emotional connections complicate things, and they make leaving people very difficult. And so in an attempt to make leaving as easy as possible, Echo doesn't really allow herself to have many friends, many emotional connections, many weaknesses... Because of Echo's need to stray from attachments, she's learned to keep everything to herself, and in doing so she has grown to value privacy very strongly. She doesn't allow anyone other than Naimah within the bounds of her room. Any private materials such as diaries or such, are kept secret and hidden. Emotions are bottled up. Her possessions are cherished greatly and taken care of with the utmost care. She's formed a private bubble around herself and when that bubble is upset, or burst, she finds herself distraught, and very upset.
The third feature about Echo that doesn't change is her kindness and her loyalty as a friend. Those who do manage to break down her barriers and get to know Echo find that she's quite the amazing being. She's got a heart of gold, and it shows in everything that she does. Constantly giving and never taking, Echo has become the selfless type. She's gotten to the point of where she doesn't even like receiving gifts on her birthday and she has instead been known to give gifts on her birthday, rather than to receive them. Echo loves to help people, she adores making sure that those around her are comfortable and happy. Echo's the kind of person that if she sees a child fall down, not only will she pick up the child, she'll put a band aid on their scrapes and do a magic trick just to make them smile. She has soft spots for animals, small children, and the elderly as she finds they are more vulnerable than adults. Her loyalty as a friend is also another big part in Echo's personality. She has an unwavering loyalty towards Naimah and any other friends that manage to get close to her. Loved ones mean more to Echo than her own life does and so she will do anything and everything to ensure that they are happy, safe, and comfortable. Anyone who puts her loved ones in jeopardy, makes them uncomfortable or unhappy, or threatens them will meet a hellfire of a rage. Echo is very protective over her friends and would very easily murder anyone who got in the way of her friends' safety or happiness, especially Naimah. Echo would not hesitate to lay down her life for Naimah's safety. That just goes to show how much she cherishes her friends. Echo doesn't have many loved ones and she's learned to greatly cherish the few she does have. She has no family, and she doesn't have many who can really understand her. And so, the few that actually do show her love, and the ones that she does love in return, are very special to her. They are the very reason she gets up in the mornings to continue this fight. They're her motivation, her determination, her entire life.
The fourth feature one will notice about Echo is her determination. She's perhaps one of the most stubborn, one of the most determined people one would meet. She's always the very last one to give up on something. She'll sit there and try, and try again and again until she gets it right. It doesn't matter how many times Echo falls down, she always some how manages to get back up and fight back harder than ever. She always pushes her bodies to the limit with her determination. It has drove her to several near death situations due to how hard she pushes herself. She pushes past pain, past exhaustion, past every breaking point she can. She doesn't allow anything to hold her back, to get in her way, or to stop her from achieving her goals, her dreams. You can push her down all you want, and place all the weights upon her back. You can beat her, bruise her, and make her bleed but none of those things are enough to stop Echo. If she really believes in something she'll fight for it to the very death. She stands up for her values and her beliefs and she doesn't allow anyone to walk over them. What ties in with her determination is her stubbornness. Echo is perhaps one of the most stubborn people upon the planet, in all honesty. When Echo makes her mind up about something, it is pretty much impossible to change her mind, or opinion on something. She allows nothing to sway what she believes in, and it can make her frustrating at times. She never really loses arguments, even if others bring up better points because she somehow taps into a logic that doesn't make sense to the point of where other's simply can't argue with it. It's cute, it's adorable, and it's effective. Echo most certainly knows how to get her way with arguments, either through her stubbornness or her ability to bend others to her will. She can seem manipulative at times, but only when it's over something that doesn't matter, and in a playful manner. So if you're really set on getting into an argument with Echo, make sure you come prepared to lose, or be frustrated.
The fifth feature about Echo is not as noticeable as the other's but it does play a big part in Echo's daily life and overall personality. While Echo gives off that mysterious and alluring air, one would think that a strong sense of confidence would come with that. But that assumption would be far from the actual truth. Despite the fact that Echo has been graced with a goddess like beauty through out her entire life time, she has always had a really low amount of self confidence. She's never really believed in herself, always struggling in that region. Perhaps with the pressure of having to deal with her parents and trying to live up to her family name, mixed in with all the tragedies that she always blames herself for, her confidence has been completely diminished. Either way, Echo finds it very hard to believe any compliments made about her, whether they be emotional or physical. Echo doesn't necessarily like what she sees when she looks in the mirror, which may also be one reason she's often changing her appearance. It could be a desperate attempt to find some appearance, some look that she doesn't hate. Yet no matter what she always finds flaws. She is very harsh on herself in everything that she does. She tries so hard to be the best she can be for all those around her that she often forgets to actually take care of herself. She's been known to run herself ragged taking care of everyone else having forgotten about herself. And when this does happen, and she does become weak, she only beats herself up more. She fears failure, she fears letting down her loved ones especially Naimah more than anything. Because of these two features, mixing in with her distrust for people and struggles with making connections, there is one other thing that Echo openly fears. Love. She fears it more than anything she could fear. Not like, friend love. But love love. Butterflies in the stomach, heart racing, mind numbing love. She longs for it, but feels she isn't worthy of such a thing. And fears that if she does obtain it, she'll some how mess it up, or harm the person she loves. And so she avoids it.
The sixth, and final aspect of Echo's personality generally isn't evident at all. This factor is one of Echo's fears. It is something about herself that she is ashamed of, something she hates about herself. It's her temper. And while Echo is always the one to remain calm, to hold control of the situation despite the circumstances, it does exist. Echo can keep her cool under the worst of circumstances and she's trained herself not to have a short fuse. But the fuse still exists, despite her best efforts. Echo's temper, while not easily set off, is a very, very dangerous thing. When she actually does reach the point of anger, it would be best to back off. She will do all she can to try and advert the situation away from her snapping, but if the person or people persist she will snap. When Echo snaps she becomes an entirely different person. All kindness, all mercy, all fears are lost. Echo becomes this raging beast. She loses all sense of what is right and what is wrong. She no longer holds any regaurd or care for the object of her anger. Her temper is firey, and it burns like the flames of hell. She easily becomes violent and when in her blinded rage it is more than likely possible that she will murder someone. When angered Echo doesn't kill quickly. She kills slowly and in ways that would make Lucifer himself cringe and look away. She uses her intelligence and powers to create the highest amount of suffering possible. Echo becomes dangerous in this state. She is often fueled by massive amounts of adrenaline that could only be created by her empathy. This amount of adrenaline would easily kill a human being, but it allows Echo to go on her rampages for hours, if not days at a time. When she full on snaps her sanity is pushed over the edge and Echo becomes more of an emotionless killing machine than a person. It takes more that what angered her to calm her down. It's stupid to try and restrain her and dangerous to get in the way. Echo fears it so much because she has seen the damage caused by her anger. It isn't pretty. She doesn't enjoy it. She's so ashamed of it and so she does her best to keep it hidden.
.all the things [inspire] me to [laugh] && smile. Singing && Dancing
Reading && Writing
Insence && Candles
Rainy Days && Sunny Days
Hair Dye && Fashion
Drawing && Painting
Music && Playing Instruments
Animals && Children
Star Gazing && Watching the clouds
Poetry && Tall Tales
Bright Colors && Unique Combinations of Clothing
Jewlery && Accessories
Trinkets && Charms
Exploring && Long Walks
Watching Movies && Documentaries
Fast Cars && Motorcycles
Mixing && Matching
Creating New Styles && Defying Authority
Getting Into Trouble && Having Fun
Smiling && Laughing .all these [things] i'd rather [not] discuss. Bustling Crowds && Drawing Attention
Prying && Privacy Invasions
Screaming && Yelling
Restrictions && Conformity
Stereotypes && Discrimination
Making Connections && Having to move around
Country Music && Rap
Filth && Unorganized People
Dead Animals && Animal Cruelty
Guns && Knives
Crying && Unhappiness
Lies && Secrets
Rumors && Gossip
Greed && Corruption
Assholes && Idiots
Alcoholics && Drug Addicts
Whores && Sluts
Skanky People && Bad Hygene
Fake People && Posers
Annoying People && Loud People .all of this [makes] me much [stronger] than your average girl. |Inhuman B e a u t y|
Echo's beauty is one thing that one doesn't see every day. She hold such a massive amount of beauty that it's easy for her to seduce most any man or even some women with ease. Being a muse she was meant to be beautiful, and she is indeed that. She fits her description as a muse perfectly and she has been known to occasionally use her beauty to her advantage. With the beauty that no other woman could hold, the touch of an angel, and the most soothing voice one could imagine, it's very easy for Echo to make most any man melt. She has learned the art of seduction and can use it to get her way with things. Her abilities as a seductress has succeeded in ensuring her places to stay for safety, people to protect her, and supplies if she needs any. She has a large amount of contacts ranging in all different fields of experience. If Echo needs a place to stay, she can get it. If she needs I.D.'s, passports, fake bank accounts, she can get it. She's got the world at her finger tips, and the men of that world in her hands like putty.
|P a i n isn't a concern.|
Echo's body is a very unique thing, making her perfect for what she does. Her body has been changed, upgraded in a sense. These changes were made so she could ensure her own saftey, and the safety of Naimah. One of the most unique features of Echo's body is her pain tolerance. A little cut won't bother Echo like it would a normal person. A large gash would create the same amount of pain as a paper cut. It takes a massive amount of damage to cause a large amount of pain for Echo. It's because of a chemical within her blood. When she is injured, such as when she is cut, her blood releases a numbing chemical. It rushes to the wound and quickly minimizes if not completely diminishes the pain she would experience. It helps when in combat because it's a lot harder to stun her or make her weak with pain. But it can be dangerous because while she could sustain more injuries, it's hard for her to judge when her body has lost too much blood, or taken too much damage.
|Limits can't s t o p me.|
Echo's sheer determination and stubborn tendancies don't allow her to stop when limits are reached. When Echo becomes fatigued she doesn't allow herself to slow down. She pushes her body further than most humans would be able to accomplish without passing out. She can do strenuous activities for very long times and without breaks. She can handle more damage and pain than a human. If Echo gets tired she pushes herself harder, she moves faster, and she becomes more efficient. She's learned to turn things such as fatigue, hunger, or pain into advantages. They drive her harder to accomplish whatever it is she is trying to accomplish quicker. Echo has been known to push herself to the most extreme of limits. She's taken nearly fatal wounds and continued to fight. She never backs down and she never gives up. That makes her a very difficult force to defeat. But because her limits are easily pushed, it's hard for her to judge when she has gone to far. She has nearly paid with her life several times because of this.
|Friends are w e a k n e s s e s;; good thing I have few.|
Echo's colder outter shell makes it hard for most to actually get to know her, or to form bonds with her. She has very few friends, very few loved ones, and for good reason. Echo loves her friends more than anything else in the world. She would do anything for them or to ensure their safety and happiness. And in that, she recognizes one of her largest weaknesses. She knows that if an enemy was to grab hold of one of her friends, she would be rendered vulnerable, weak, and basically defenseless. If her friends' are within the grips of danger Echo would do anything to prevent them from being harmed or killed. That is dangerous because it could stop Echo from fighting against enemies, it could stop her from doing anything to save herself, it could kill her. She would willingly lay down and die if she knew that her friends would be okay. And due to that, she has made sure that she has few emotional connections, minimizing the chances of such a thing happening. With few friends, she has more time to guard those that mean most to her, ensuring that she will not be rendered weak to enemies that would otherwise be easily defeated.
|Time can't t o u c h me.|
Echo is basically ageless. She's lived for thousands and thousands of years yet she retains the appearance of perhaps a nineteen year or so old woman. Time doesn't touch her face, it doesn't effect her body. If it did, she would have been dead long ago. This has allowed her to gain a massive amount of knowledge and wisdom. She's been through more than any other person through out their lifetimes because her's has lasted for decades. She's watched technology develop and grow, she's learned more about the world than most could wish to. And so, this large amount of knowledge makes her hard to out smart. She's very clever and very wise and she often uses her intelligence to her advantage. She knows the oldest tricks in the books along with the newest ones. It makes her hard to keep up with, and hard to understand at times.
|Bigger isn't always b e t t e r.|
Echo is a very delicate being, her body very small and fragile looking. Standing at only five foot tall and weighing barely one hundred and fifteen pounds, Echo is most certainly small. With the body of a ballerina, she is able to manuever her body into places and positions that any other normal sized adult couldn't. She can easily fit into small spaces, or climb through narrow tunnels. If she's being chased she can easily squeeze her small frame into places that the chasers could not get to, enabling and ensuring her escape. She can hide much easier, and she can hide much more efficiently. Her body is very special. She's amazingly flexible, allowing her to stretch, bend and twist her body into positions that most couldn't. She uses this a lot when fighting hand to hand. It's nice because not many can do a roundhouse to a grown man's face without jumping up, or slip out of the grip of three men and then dash off. She's perfect for spying because she can hide and fit into small places. Her small body makes it easy for her to impose as all ranges of ages. But being so small isn't always that great. Because it's rather degrading having to look up at young teenagers, or adults. She feels small and meek compared to them. But it fits her, and it works to her advantage.
|F e l i n e-like reflexes.|
Echo's senses are very highly trained and developed. This is a strong advantage for her because she can notice things that most can't. It's very hard to sneak up on her, and even harder to shock or surprise her. She always seems to see things coming that most wouldn't. Her reflexes are amazing, her speed just as amazing. Echo is one of those people who can drop a bottle, and then swoop down and pick it up just before it smashes against the floor. Fighting with these reflexes are amazing. She can dodge hits and punches like no other and she can hit, kick, and beat quicker than most could expect. It makes her something very hard to deal with because most of the time you won't even see her coming.
|My s k e l e t o n s are still locked in their closet.|
Echo's past is a very touchy, emotional subject. She deals with it harshly and it never makes her feel all that good. Echo's past has the potential to break down her barriers, her emotions, and her mind. It puts her into positions of where her empathy spikes and flashbacks bombard her. Those two things lower her defenses greatly and make her extremely vulnerable. And so, Echo keeps her past to herself, ensuring that no one knows of her past, and therefore cannot bring it up or use it against her. If someone were to find out what happened in her human life...Than Echo could most easily be broken down, and then killed.
|Stay c a l m in any situation.|
Echo is always calm. It's hard to upset her or freak her out. She's always that one person who remains calm no matter what the circumstances of the situations are. Death doesn't effect her. Gore doesn't upset her. She's seen more in her lifetime than most and that has created an emotional barrier against things like that. She's rarely disturbed and it's even rarer to see her panic. She always seems to have control of the situation. Being a very strong thinker on her toes it's hard to get Echo into a position she doesn't know how to get her way out of. She always plans ahead, she always has back up plans and she knows all the variables. She knows that keeping cool, and calm could save her life and the lives of others. And so she does all she can to remain in control of any, and all situations.
.these [powers] make me your [worst] nightmare. {I Can F e e l You All Around Me}
Empathy is perhaps the strongest power that Echo has. But it is also the most unpredictable and the most uncontrollable. It's not something that she had learned, it was something inheirited. She was born a human empath, though her empathy only really became a power after she died in her human life. When she became a muse it seems as if that empathy had been awakened. Her empathy allows her to feel the emotions of those around her. It allows her to sense people near her. She cannot choose whose emotions she reads, or how strongly she reads them. It's a constant thing and it isn't something that she can turn on or off. This is a very strong power because through physical touch it allows her to heal, and harm. If a loved one is harmed Echo can simply touch that person and heal their wound. The wound doesn't disappear though, instead it is simply inflicted upon her body. She can do the same with emotional pain. It helps when her friends are upset. She can use her empathy to keep them calm. She can do the very opposite too. She can use her empathy against enemies. If she manages to get her hands onto an enemy she can transfer pain, injuries, memories, and flashbacks onto that enemy. Because Echo has a high tolerance for pain and an even higher threshold for damage, she can transfer wounds and emotions in such high amounts they can be fatal. Through the transfer things are amplified, and so if she transfers only a small amount of pain, the memories that go with that pain alone would be enough to drive someone off of the edge of sanity. She must be careful though. If the concentration of emotions she absorbs or takes is too high she goes into what is called an Empathic Spike. If this happens, the empathy no longer becomes an advantage but instead it attacks Echo's body. It can cause physical wounds, confusion, emotional break downs, and even death. High amounts of emotion really messes with Echo and it makes it extremely difficult to distinguish her own emotions from those of others. But, there is a certain point where Echo can tap into something called an Empathic Embrace. It isn't something she can control, or make herself do, and it comes unexpectedly. But if a loved one is in grave danger or is fatally wounded Echo hits a point of emotional purity that allows her to pull that one person into an embrace and heal their wounds, saving them from death. Of course this is devastatingly exhausting to Echo and drains her powers for days on end, leaving her vulnerable.
{Say H e l l o To My Little Friend!}
Echo has been granted several mythical creatures to keep her safe. They come to her aid when she summons them. All of them are emotionally, and spiritually connected to her. If she dies than they die. If they are harmed, so is Echo. And so they are often used more defensively than they are offensively. They can attack though, and they have been used to kill in the past. These are the few creatures she can summon.
|Torment| && | Serenity| && | Thorn| && | Beauty| && | Shadow| && | Esk|
{Nature Is My B e s t Friend!}
Echo has very strong ties to the Earth and nature. Because of this she is also spiritually connected to the Earth. This allows her to do several things. She hears the trees speak, which seems like quite the far-fetched idea but it's possible. The trees are almost always whispering in their ancient language. Humans hear it, but they can't understand it, and so it's known as the lovely thing as wind. Echo on the other hand can hear exactly what they're saying and she can speak back. The trees are her friends and so they have been known to break their bounds to help her out. They will bend, or lower branches or vines to help her up. They have been known to even whack out a few enemies or move around to throw enemies off. They provide excellent cover and have been known to act as sheilds for her when she really needs them. Each tree has a spirit, and so Echo does what she can to help them when they need it. She can also cause plants to grow, which is helpful when certain herbs are needed.
{I See, Hear, and Speak to D e a d People!}
Because Echo is technically 'dead' she has strong ties to the spiritual world. She can see, hear, and speak to all of the wandering spirits upon the Earth. They are helpful in finding or gathering information, they offer support and do what they can to help her. They cannot physically harm someone for her, but they can move her to get her out of the way of danger. While it is a minor power it has been known to be very helpful in the rare occasions that she does use it.
{Let The Light S h i n e Through!}
Because Echo is aligned and associated with the ever heavenly one, she does have the power of light on her side. It isn't a very strong power, nor one she uses all that often but she still uses it. This power allows her to of course create balls of light. These balls can float on their own free will and are usually used to light the way. They can pick up things and bring them to her, so if something needs retrieving they are useful there too. They're useful against anything with shadow based powers because without shadows, that being has no powers. These little balls may also be used as a last resort healing method but that takes a lot of power, and exhausts Echo rather easily.
.and these [things] make me [fall] to my knees. ||Shadows e a t away at my soul.|
Because Echo has light and pure based powers the shadows of course are a strong weakness of Echo's. Being her polar opposite the shadows have strong effects on her. Being engulfed in darkness often renders Echo rather useless as she cannot see within the dark and she struggles with her other senses as well. If someone were to engulf her within the shadows for long periods of time she would temporarily lose her light powers. The shadows also have a tendancy to get within Echo's mind. The shadows, like the trees have spirits of their own and speak. Their whispers are often evil, and tend to dig at Echo's fears, memories, and emotions. It's enough to drive Echo off the edge if she's in a place like that for too long. If shadows touch an open wound, the wound will become infected, and worse. It can slow, if not completely hinder the healing process for days on end, making Echo weak and vulnerable. She has few defenses against the shadows and she does what she can to avoid them.
|Caution: Do not put near extreme t e m p e r a t u r e s.|
Echo has unique skin. It's more resistant to things such as blunt objects or even sharp objects, making it harder to bruise or cut her. But it does have a weaknesses. Extreme cold, or extreme heat affects her greatly. She burns easily, and when that skin burns it can take a very long time to heal. Burns wound Echo's skin very harshly and it doesn't take much heat to burn her. She has to be very careful because if there is a weak spot in her skin she could be harmed much, much easier than she normally is. The same goes with extreme cold. Harsh, cold temperatures often cause her skin to stiffen up and to become hard. It makes it hard for Echo to move about, and painful as well. It can cause her skin to crack and break off in bits, which again is devastating to Echo's outter defenses. And so if exposed to either, her body could become very weak against any attacks, making fatally injuring her, or killing her much, much easier.
|I'd do a n y t h i n g for them.|
As mentioned in the personality, Echo is very protective over her friends. She loves them all to death, but she has few. She has few because she understands how much of an effect they have on her. If one of Echo's friends are harmed, it's more than likely she'll become harmed either through empathy, or healing them. But if one of her friends are captured, Echo has little choice other than to do whatever it is their captor wants. She will literally do anything to ensure her friends' safety and happiness. And so when that's compromised she's put into an awful position. With Echo's friends on the line she could be forced to do almost anything. Murder, harm others, or even kill herself. She would willingly take a beating and not put up a fight until the death, if it meant that her friend was safe. And so, if Echo has a friend who is in danger, a danger that she can't beat, then she'll do whatever it is she can to save them. This of course, could easily lead to death.
|Emotions are d a n g e r o u s!|
Just as Echo's Empathy is her greatest power it's one of her worst weaknesses. High amounts of emotions are dangerous for Echo. They can create massive amounts of damage not only for her enemies, but for her as well. If Echo comes into contact with something that is "empathically charged" she is in great danger. Certain items may become empathically charged by sealing the souls of people within an object. It can be a sword, a gun, a cane, or even an umbrella. She's fine until she comes in contact with it. She is then instantly over come with every emotion, every flashback, every ounce of pain of every single soul within that object. It can cause her empathy to spike into dangerously high levels and it causes massive amounts of pain. It causes her body to attack itself and so she can become injured very, very badly in a quick amount of time. She can lose her powers, or even lose her ability to decipher which emotions are which. They can over come her and put her into a rage, a mental break down, or eeven to death. It can cause her to black out, it can cause her to become paralyzed or lose her powers, and it can, kill her.
|Shock me into s u b m i s s i o n!|
Electric shock is something that is also very devastating to Echo. The reasons are unknown but for some reason it just affects her more than it should. Shocks create burns. And if Echo is shocked long enough to be burned, the electricity enters her body and then all hell breaks loose. It can basically incinerate her muscles, eat away her organs or even cause them to stop. It scrambles her mind, her thoughts, her emotions. It can basically cause her loss of powers, loss of organ function, loss of control, and loss of life. The smallest of shocks can harm her and tend to create many problems for Echo even after she's been shocked. It can take weaks for her to recover from a relatively mild shock.
|The past h a u n t s me.|
Echo keeps her past a secret for one reason, and one reason only. It bothers her a great deal. If one person were to find out her past, and then in turn use it against her, she would quickly be brought down. Mentioning her past throws Echo into a state where she's attacked, bombarded, and then eventually overwhelmed with emotions, flashbacks, and memories. And as one may figure, if the only thing you can see, hear, and feel are the flashbacks you're experiencing, it leaves you almost completely defenseless against whatever is attacking you. Mentioning her past reveals her weaknesses, her most vulnerable points. It can cause her to break down emotionally, and to become more worthless in combat than a child. It can put her into a blank state, where her body forces itself to shut down. She seems to be coma-tose, and can remain like this for long, long periods of time. And with her defenses down, she becomes very vulnerable to most any illnesses. When in this blank, shut down state she often becomes very ill and even a small thing such as the common cold can devastate her body. Knowing these effects, she hides her past from everyone and anyone. Not even her friends know.
.these are the [songs] that tell my [story] to the world. .this is [everything] that sets me [apart] from the crowd. There are two animals that travel with Echo at all times. Neither of them are summoned. There is Jack the monkey, who is just a normal monkey with human like antics, and there is Luce the snake, who can speak the human language but he only does so when no one else is around other than Echo.
|Jack| && | Luce| .the [puppeteer] behind that [estranged] curtain.
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|N e r o _the_ S l a y e r|  .my [name] is..but you [should] call me.Nero
(Feel free to add more nicknames here.) .that was [me] then.Nero in the beginning
What your character looked like in the beginning of this long twisted tale. A written description, or a picture will do just fine. Feel free to change this appearance. I just think it was amazing, and sums up what Nero was like in the beggining. Elaborate upon it if you like as well ;D .this is [what] you [see] now.Details of your current, average appearance. What you wear, your hair style, anything that you feel needs elaborating upon.
.but you should [see] me in the [shadows] of the night.Your demonic appearance. Written description or picture is welcome. Use both if you like. .these are the [tiny] pieces of me.Based upon the story, and the plot line, create a personality for your character.
Now. For Nero there are some MUST HAVE KEY PERSONALITY TRAITS. These include:
Sauve && Debonair.
Charming
CAN EASILY FOOL ANY ONE INTO THINKING HE IS NORMAL AND CHARMING AND NICE AND WITTY AND THEN BAM! HE KILLS THEM!
Is much like a rockstar;; self destructive, loved by many, and is in to sex and debauchery.
Narscissitic
Arrogant
Playful
Put simply - He's not your average baddie. He's a psychopath with charm and wit and he loves to blend.
.all the things [inspire] me to [laugh] && smile.Just a list of what your character likes. .all these [things] i'd rather [not] discuss.Just a list of what your character dislikes. .all of this [makes] me much [stronger] than your average guy.A list of your character’s strengths in any area. .these [powers] make me your [worst] nightmare.A thorough description of your character’s major abilities; otherworldly or otherwise. To put it simply, what makes your character a threat to others? .and these [things] make me [fall] to my knees.A list of your character’s weaknesses in any area. .these are the [songs] that tell my [story] to the world. One or more theme songs for you character. Just cause Windy loves theme songs. .this is [everything] that sets me [apart] from the crowd. Whatever hasn’t been covered that you feel should be mentioned goes here. Think of it as the ‘other/miscellaneous section. .the [puppeteer] behind that [estranged] curtain.
|Open| [align=center][size=28][b]|[/b][color=firstcolorhere]N e r o _the_ S l a y e r[/color][b]|[/b][/size][/align][align=left]
[imgright]http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c330/DaughterxOfxThexNight/Anime/Guys/shiro-1.jpg[/imgright][size=18][color=secondcolorhere].my [b][[/b]name[b]][/b] is.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Nero[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].but you [b][[/b]should[b]][/b] call me.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Nero
(Feel free to add more nicknames here.)[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].that was [b][[/b]me[b]][/b] then.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10][url=http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c330/DaughterxOfxThexNight/untitled.jpg]Nero in the beginning[/url]
What your character looked like in the beginning of this long twisted tale. A written description, or a picture will do just fine. Feel free to change this appearance. I just think it was amazing, and sums up what Nero was like in the beggining. Elaborate upon it if you like as well ;D[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].this is [b][[/b]what[b]][/b] you [b][[/b]see[b]][/b] now.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Details of your current, average appearance. What you wear, your hair style, anything that you feel needs elaborating upon.
[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].but you should [b][[/b]see[b]][/b] me in the [b][[/b]shadows[b]][/b] of the night.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your demonic appearance. Written description or picture is welcome. Use both if you like.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these are the [b][[/b]tiny[b]][/b] pieces of me.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Based upon the story, and the plot line, create a personality for your character.
Now. For Nero there are some MUST HAVE KEY PERSONALITY TRAITS. These include:
Sauve && Debonair.
Charming
CAN EASILY FOOL ANY ONE INTO THINKING HE IS NORMAL AND CHARMING AND NICE AND WITTY AND THEN BAM! HE KILLS THEM!
Is much like a rockstar;; self destructive, loved by many, and is in to sex and debauchery.
Narscissitic
Arrogant
Playful
Put simply - He's not your average baddie. He's a psychopath with charm and wit and he loves to blend.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all the things [b][[/b]inspire[b]][/b] me to [b][[/b]laugh[b]][/b] && smile.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Just a list of what your character likes.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all these [b][[/b]things[b]][/b] i'd rather [b][[/b]not[b]][/b] discuss.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Just a list of what your character dislikes.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all of this [b][[/b]makes[b]][/b] me much [b][[/b]stronger[b]][/b] than your average guy.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A list of your character’s strengths in any area.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these [b][[/b]powers[b]][/b] make me your [b][[/b]worst[b]][/b] nightmare.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A thorough description of your character’s major abilities; otherworldly or otherwise. To put it simply, what makes your character a threat to others?[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].and these [b][[/b]things[b]][/b] make me [b][[/b]fall[b]][/b] to my knees.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A list of your character’s weaknesses in any area.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these are the [b][[/b]songs[b]][/b] that tell my [b][[/b]story[b]][/b] to the world.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] One or more theme songs for you character. Just cause Windy loves theme songs.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].this is [b][[/b]everything[b]][/b] that sets me [b][[/b]apart[b]][/b] from the crowd.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] Whatever hasn’t been covered that you feel should be mentioned goes here. Think of it as the ‘other/miscellaneous section.[/size][/list][/align]
[align=right] [size=18][color=secondcolorhere].the [b][[/b]puppeteer[b]][/b] behind that [b][[/b]estranged[b]][/b] curtain.[/color][/size]
[size=28][b]|[/b][color=firstcolorhere]Username Here[/color][b]|[/b][/align][/size]
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windy - b e l l s_ Captain
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windy - b e l l s_ Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:56 pm
|X i a _the_ T r i c k s t e r |  .my [name] is. .but you [should] call me. .this is [what] you [see] now. I’m not a big person. Hell, I’m shorter than average. I’m only 5’3”, and I weigh a whopping one-hundred-one pounds. But you should know, my chest is ******** huge. It’s all for my man, and you can’t have s**t. But, wouldn’t you like to know how soft and bouncy an F cup is? Too bad. I have this long, straight, shiny blonde hair that delicately sweeps over my mid-back, and likes to get caught in places it shouldn’t. I have perfect blue eyes, lighter than the sky, almost like a cloud. My face is small and round, and my eyes seem large in comparison. I’m an expert at batting my eyelashes and getting what I want. You just show them this cute face, and no man can resist it--until I slit his throat! Oh, right. Appearance. I like to wear dresses. Not ornate ones, but those that conform to my torso and round out my a**, then kind of drop around my mid-thigh to my knees. Spaghetti straps are my favorite. I never wear brassieres. They’re uncomfortable, restricting, and my man doesn’t like it. My shoes range from the stilettos to Converse flats, from combat boots to leather vixens. It all depends on the day. If I’m wearing a boot, then I’m wearing thigh-highs, just so you know. I don’t really like jewelry, but I like to wear necklaces every now and then. They’re always chokers. You need more information, you’ll just have to use your eyes and your imagination, babe. .but you should [see] me in the [shadows] of the night. Look, but don’t touch. I’m just about the same when I transform. The blonde hair, the large eyes, the big boobs. I just get those annoying ears. Everyone is always like, “Haha, she has Elf Ears!” ******** them. I didn’t make them that way, Lucy did. You wanna laugh at the ******** Prince of Darkness? Didn’t think so. The horns, though, are pretty cool. A little large, but their sharpness and cool-factor make up for it, I guess. I also get these badass wings that I can fly with. They’re black with blacker joints and silver claws, for some reason. My horns are the same black as the joints. I also get this tail that my man likes to pull on. It’s very uncomfortable when he does, but only he can do it. You do it, and you die. It’s got that little point on the tip, like a cliché demon. Did I mention my eyes are red? ******** red? Like so red, you look into them and see nothing but malice, hate, and fire? Yeah. Red.
As for clothes, any true demoness knows that the less she wears the better it is for her. So I’m the same. I’d wear nothing if Lucy didn’t tell me not to. So I wear a black bikini, low-ride bottoms, string top, but no thongs. I ******** hate thongs. Unless my man tells me he likes them. In which case I ******** love thongs. I also wear leather vixens with thigh-highs. Because I think they look cool with the whole outfit. If you got a problem with it, ******** off. .these are the [tiny] pieces of me. No, no… No no no no NO! You don’t get personality from me! I’m a stubborn b***h, and that’s all you need to know. Now… if you asked, Nero… I’d obviously tell you that I’m a lovable doll who does whatever you ask me. I like what you like, my little demon. I am what you want me to be. I do what you want me to do. I live to serve you. But you need to know first that I hate everyone and everything. I don’t care what it is, or who it is. If it isn’t you, then I hate it. That goes for everything in the Underworld, too. Lucy included. ******** them all.
I guess when I was alive-alive, I liked all that stuff girls liked in the mid-1500s. Corsets, billowing dresses, flowers, the lute, blue skies, green seas, long plains, tall trees… the works. I was a happy person. Yeah, I was the play-thing of my father, then of the Noble, then the King. I thought it was my duty as a woman of the state. I saw other women do it, too. I was happy like that. I could laugh, cry, dance…
But after too many things happened, that happiness disappeared. Now you see me as I am to others, Nero. You see how I am to all I hate. I scowl, I yell, I tempt, I beat, I kill, I humiliate. I am a demoness, and I will show you the power I can hold, and make you love me more than you thought you could.
But even though I’m such a terrible person and such a wonderful demon, I still have faults. Every being does. God has his Creation, Lucy has his defiance. Perfect is not a word I recognize. But I will cry if you hurt me. I will take it with joy and cry because it hurts. I know you’ll never hurt me, not intentionally, but if you did it on purpose or with malicious intent, then I will cry. I will pout. I will throw a tantrum. Then I will get over it. There is nothing you can do to me, babe, that will drive me away from you.
I can laugh, too, you know. Even if it’s almost entirely with an evil lace. But I can find things funny that you tell me. If you tell a joke, I’ll probably laugh at it. If you disembowel an insolent human, I’ll laugh heartily with malice at his demise. It all depends on the situation, I guess. But it’ll all be because of you. .all the things [inspire] me to [laugh] && smile. Pain, blood, gore, death, demons.
Nero.
And that’s about it. .all these [things] i'd rather [not] discuss. Anything I don’t like. Which is everything.
Except ******** the rest of you. .all of this [makes] me much [stronger] than your average guy. I’m a demon. What do you want from me? I can fly, I’m fast, I’m strong. I can withstand nearly any wound. I also can seduce men. Any man, really. Or woman, if they swing that way. Anyway. You want to know more? Just piss me off, and I’ll show you. .these [powers] make me your [worst] nightmare. Seduction:
I can present in the minds of others specific images and thoughts that they desire. Fantasies come to life in their minds. It gives them a euphoria and releases thousands of endorphins that overwhelm the body’s nervous system, causing paralysis. Then I make sure the person is conscious to my presence, and I kill them in any way I see fit. Usually very painfully. Only some very strong-willed people, straight women, some gay men, and most chaste people can ignore it.
Transformation:
When I transform from the normal human form to the demon form, I gain a few powers, but mostly, all existing statistics, if you call it that, become amplified. This includes strength, speed, reaction time, and intelligence. I gain only the power of flight. I am not a very powerful demon, but it doesn’t mean you should ever underestimate me. .and these [things] make me [fall] to my knees. “Mortal” wounds knock me down for a while, depending on how bad they are. I can recover from nearly any wound. I can only die from my head being severed or my heart ripped out. Otherwise, I will recess into a coma for up to a month to recover from injuries. If the injury is bad enough, upon receipt of the wound, I will instantly go comatose.
If I am degraded physically or mentally be Nero, I will break down and recluse myself to any dark corner. This has happened in the past, and I didn’t like it. I never want to experience it again.
I am very vulnerable during transformation, no matter which way I’m going. It takes at least a minute, and you could throw a pebble into me, and I’d fall over. .these are the [songs] that tell my [story] to the world. .this is [everything] that sets me [apart] from the crowd. Wouldn’t you like to know? .the [puppeteer] behind that [estranged] curtain.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 9:30 am
ORIGINAL CHARACTER PROFILES::
DEMONS:[align=center][size=28][b]|[/b][color=firstcolorhere]Name/Title Here[/color][b]|[/b][/size][/align][align=left]
[imgright]CHARACTER’S PICTURE APPEARANCE GOES HERE VIA IMG URL[/imgright][size=18][color=secondcolorhere].my [b][[/b]name[b]][/b] is.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s name. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].but you [b][[/b]should[b]][/b] call me.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s nickname(s) if one (any) apply. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].that was [b][[/b]me[b]][/b] then.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] What your character looked like in the beginning of this long twisted tale. This need only apply if you feel their past is worth remembering or necessary to the character. Please delete this section if you feel otherwise. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].this is [b][[/b]what[b]][/b] you [b][[/b]see[b]][/b] now.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Details of your current, average appearance. What you wear, your hair style, anything that you feel needs elaborating upon.
[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].but you should [b][[/b]see[b]][/b] me in the [b][[/b]shadows[b]][/b] of the night.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your demonic appearance. Written description or picture is welcome. Use both if you like.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these are the [b][[/b]tiny[b]][/b] pieces of me.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s personality. This should be detailed. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all the things [b][[/b]inspire[b]][/b] me to [b][[/b]laugh[b]][/b] && smile.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Just a list of what your character likes.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all these [b][[/b]things[b]][/b] i'd rather [b][[/b]not[b]][/b] discuss.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Just a list of what your character dislikes.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all of this [b][[/b]makes[b]][/b] me much [b][[/b]stronger[b]][/b] than your average guy.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A list of your character’s strengths in any area.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these [b][[/b]powers[b]][/b] make me your [b][[/b]worst[b]][/b] nightmare.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A thorough description of your character’s major abilities; otherworldly or otherwise. To put it simply, what makes your character a threat to others?[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].and these [b][[/b]things[b]][/b] make me [b][[/b]fall[b]][/b] to my knees.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A list of your character’s weaknesses in any area.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these are the [b][[/b]songs[b]][/b] that tell my [b][[/b]story[b]][/b] to the world.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] One or more theme songs for you character. Just cause Windy loves theme songs.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].this is [b][[/b]everything[b]][/b] that sets me [b][[/b]apart[b]][/b] from the crowd.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] Whatever hasn’t been covered that you feel should be mentioned goes here. Think of it as the ‘other/miscellaneous section.[/size][/list][/align]
[align=right] [size=18][color=secondcolorhere].the [b][[/b]puppeteer[b]][/b] behind that [b][[/b]estranged[b]][/b] curtain.[/color][/size]
[size=28][b]|[/b][color=firstcolorhere]Username Here[/color][b]|[/b][/align][/size] ANGELS:[align=center][size=28][b]|[/b][color=firstcolorhere]Name/Title Here[/color][b]|[/b][/size][/align][align=left]
[imgright]CHARACTER’S PICTURE APPEARANCE GOES HERE VIA IMG URL[/imgright][size=18][color=secondcolorhere].my [b][[/b]name[b]][/b] is.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s name. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].but you [b][[/b]should[b]][/b] call me.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s nickname(s) if one (any) apply. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].that was [b][[/b]me[b]][/b] then.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] What your character looked like in the beginning of this long twisted tale. This need only apply if you feel their past is worth remembering or necessary to the character. Please delete this section if you feel otherwise. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].this is [b][[/b]what[b]][/b] you [b][[/b]see[b]][/b] now.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Details of your current, average appearance. What you wear, your hair style, anything that you feel needs elaborating upon.
[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].but you should [b][[/b]see[b]][/b] me in the [b][[/b]light[b]][/b] of the moon.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your angelic appearance. Written description or picture is welcome. Use both if you like.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these are the [b][[/b]tiny[b]][/b] pieces of me.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s personality. This should be detailed. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all the things [b][[/b]inspire[b]][/b] me to [b][[/b]laugh[b]][/b] && smile.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Just a list of what your character likes.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all these [b][[/b]things[b]][/b] i'd rather [b][[/b]not[b]][/b] discuss.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Just a list of what your character dislikes.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all of this [b][[/b]makes[b]][/b] me much [b][[/b]stronger[b]][/b] than your average guy.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A list of your character’s strengths in any area.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these [b][[/b]powers[b]][/b] make me your [b][[/b]worst[b]][/b] nightmare.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A thorough description of your character’s major abilities; otherworldly or otherwise. To put it simply, what makes your character a threat to others?[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].and these [b][[/b]things[b]][/b] make me [b][[/b]fall[b]][/b] to my knees.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A list of your character’s weaknesses in any area.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these are the [b][[/b]songs[b]][/b] that tell my [b][[/b]story[b]][/b] to the world.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] One or more theme songs for you character. Just cause Windy loves theme songs.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].this is [b][[/b]everything[b]][/b] that sets me [b][[/b]apart[b]][/b] from the crowd.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] Whatever hasn’t been covered that you feel should be mentioned goes here. Think of it as the ‘other/miscellaneous section.[/size][/list][/align]
[align=right] [size=18][color=secondcolorhere].the [b][[/b]puppeteer[b]][/b] behind that [b][[/b]estranged[b]][/b] curtain.[/color][/size]
[size=28][b]|[/b][color=firstcolorhere]Username Here[/color][b]|[/b][/align][/size] HUMANS:[align=center][size=28][b]|[/b][color=firstcolorhere]Name/Title Here[/color][b]|[/b][/size][/align][align=left]
[imgright]CHARACTER’S PICTURE APPEARANCE GOES HERE VIA IMG URL[/imgright][size=18][color=secondcolorhere].my [b][[/b]name[b]][/b] is.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s name. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].but you [b][[/b]should[b]][/b] call me.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s nickname(s) if one (any) apply. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].that was [b][[/b]me[b]][/b] then.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] What your character looked like in the beginning of this long twisted tale. This need only apply if you feel their past is worth remembering or necessary to the character. Please delete this section if you feel otherwise. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].this is [b][[/b]what[b]][/b] you [b][[/b]see[b]][/b] now.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Details of your average appearance. What you wear, your hair style, anything that you feel needs elaborating upon.
[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these are the [b][[/b]tiny[b]][/b] pieces of me.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Your character’s personality. This should be detailed. [/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all the things [b][[/b]inspire[b]][/b] me to [b][[/b]laugh[b]][/b] && smile.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Just a list of what your character likes.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all these [b][[/b]things[b]][/b] i'd rather [b][[/b]not[b]][/b] discuss.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]Just a list of what your character dislikes.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].all of this [b][[/b]makes[b]][/b] me much [b][[/b]stronger[b]][/b] than your average guy.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A list of your character’s strengths in any area.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these [b][[/b]powers[b]][/b] make me your [b][[/b]worst[b]][/b] nightmare.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A thorough description of your character’s major abilities; otherworldly or otherwise. To put it simply, what makes your character a threat to others?[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].and these [b][[/b]things[b]][/b] make me [b][[/b]fall[b]][/b] to my knees.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10]A list of your character’s weaknesses in any area.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].these are the [b][[/b]songs[b]][/b] that tell my [b][[/b]story[b]][/b] to the world.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] One or more theme songs for you character. Just cause Windy loves theme songs.[/size][/list]
[size=18][color=secondcolorhere].this is [b][[/b]everything[b]][/b] that sets me [b][[/b]apart[b]][/b] from the crowd.[/color][/size]
[list][size=10] Whatever hasn’t been covered that you feel should be mentioned goes here. Think of it as the ‘other/miscellaneous section.[/size][/list][/align]
[align=right] [size=18][color=secondcolorhere].the [b][[/b]puppeteer[b]][/b] behind that [b][[/b]estranged[b]][/b] curtain.[/color][/size]
[size=28][b]|[/b][color=firstcolorhere]Username Here[/color][b]|[/b][/align][/size]
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