Succubus Event RP Contest 3 - Ashwalker[CLOSED]

[Artymus]

Clan Ashwalker

They are quiet as ghosts that stalk in the night. They are not what would be deemed prim and proper, so to speak, but they abide by rituals and social niceties more than the other clans. Madness was a disease that was to be kept under lock and key: never let the enemy know what was behind your eyes. And in the eyes of an Ashwalker? Everyone is an enemy.

Starts: April 12, 2015
Ends: April 17, 2015  

[Artymus]

The Elder






To Enter:

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Elder's Name:[/b]
[b]Elder's Personality:[/b]
[b]Elder's Backstory:[/b]

 

[Artymus]

Username: Artymus
Elder's Name: Duana
Elder's Personality: Paranoid, but clever, Duana is a force. She holds to the rituals tightly, and makes sure all in her clan do as well. She also knows, while you don't have to like everyone, you do have to get along with them, especially the other Succubi clans. She may seem uptight and stuffy to the other elders, but it's only because she has to focus and show them what they want to see. If she doesn't, her madness might leak through, and that's just not desirable. Isn't this eel pretty?
Elder's Backstory: She didn't remember the previous elder well. Duana was young when she disappeared. She remembered the whispers of rumor and paranoia among the clan. Rumors of assassination by another clan that was supposed to have been destroyed. But it couldn't be, could it? Perhaps. They said the previous Elder had become haughty and had begun to shirk her duties to their goddess. Maybe their great goddess had killed the previous Elder. Oh well. The position was open now, and none wanted it. They were afraid that whatever had happened to their leader would happen to them. Except Duana. Not quite a woman yet, but no longer a child, she stepped up to claim the Elder's seat for herself and lead. Depsite the growing shakiness of her sanity, she knew they needed someone strong (or someone who just looked that way) to lead them and put them back on the right track so as not to displease their goddess. The Ashwalkers were hiding in the shadows, but that wasn't quite their place, was it? Duana would lead them quietly out of the shadows, and into the night. There, they would begin their rituals and collect souls for their goddess as only they could.  

[Shadrya]

Username: Shadrya
Elder's Name: Tcalyel
Elder's Personality: Rules... rules don't apply to Tcalyel if she awesome something she gets it no matter what, stubborn, impatient and has a bad temper.
Elder's Backstory: Tcalyel has always had a natural gift especially in casting Rituals and spells, even when she was young Tcalyel was more powerful Than the rest at her age she was a powerful as the previous elder. When she found that out she kept it to herself practicing and practicing to control her powers until the day came where she would challenge the current elder for their "throne"  

[-Ghastly Demise-]

Username: yuniki_stardream
Elder's Name: Saroria
Elder's Personality: harsh, flirty, judgmental,strict
Elder's Backstory: Saroria stalked the night passing up the mortals among the shadows unnoticed by the world. which she preferred. the darkened sky the shadows across the wall and the smells of the wind and nature. she had a attachment to this factor of her life but she showed no interest or care for it around anyone else. it was only during nights of ritual she dared to go out. when she didn't she was working hard on her study's and doing anything and everything she could to better her self. she held her self higher than others and at times was a bit pushy and judgmental. he always got only very pushy when some one messed something up but she worked her hardest. she always had scene she was young. eventually over time her hard work was recognized her vast knowledge of everything that they were the rituals and spells she studied growing up. as there elder vanished no trace in the world she worked hard but appeared to everyone else that she was just naturally gifted with the skills of a true elder.

as time passed she stepped up and worked hard as always for the what she had longingly wanted she fought for it threw skill and determination  

[irishgirl1017]

Username: irishgirl1017
Elder's Name: Damianah
Elder's Personality: Impulsive, Cunning, Lethal and Ruthless
Elder's Backstory: Her story begins on the night of the great storm.

Damianah was pacing agitated in the common hall off of the main throne room awaiting her audience with her elder. Her mind was filling with thoughts and voices of those who come to her when she is alone, madness is her constant companion one she has fought hard to conceal under a mask of schooled emotionless features. "One must never gaze upon your face and allow it to reveal your true intentions and feelings, make it emotionless" was her number 2 rule, the first being "Everyone is a enemy those in the clan even more so".

A crash of thunder and a quick flash of lightning caught her to gaze off towards the gilded door of the throne room, there under the doorway she saw shadows moving in a fast motion as if in a fight. Her eyes light with fire as the voices began to whisper to her "The mongrel is in with our Elder she dares defy her in our clan's sacred room?" Do what you must, no thinking just acting." She resumes her pacing which only increases the thoughts and voices of madness in her mind, "Elder, must be shown we are worthy. Mongrel must be eliminated!" over and over until the thoughts are all she can hear.

Her motions fluid, graceful and quiet she slowly creeps towards the gilded door, using her hand she removes her Emerald and Amethyst encrusted dagger from her hidden sheathe and slowly eases the door open with the smallest sound. Stepping into near darkness a flash of lightning illuminates the throne room to a overly bright degree causing her to shut her eyes for a moment before the flash is gone. Forcing her to rely on her other senses as her eyes are not useful due to the flash, she slows her breathing down and focuses on her surroundings. Another crash this time of thunder, disoriented she moves forward when the smell of blood hits her nostrils she knows one is no longer in line for the throne question is which one? No matter the throne is hers, she decides to finally end this.

Question is this, is this what really happened or is this what her mind wants her to believe happened. Did she eliminate one or both of the other Succubus or did one dispose of the other and then was eliminated herself?

Madness is not a disease it is a gift, those who have it most can not handle what it does. Damianah is adept at using her madness to her advantage, as she tends to say. "Madness is a crutch to some, others a path".

((I had a lot of fun working on her, her story will fully evolve over time. Hope you enjoy her story))  

[Artymus]

Officially Closed

 

[Fatal Irony]

Yay Fatal isn't dead! Sorry I'm not as actively involved, but I assure you all I'm still behind the scenes!

Now, with assurances aside I want to announce that after much deliberation among the judges, we're announcing ARTYMUS as the winner!

Thank you all for entering and keep an eye out for the next one! So many great entries smile

Artymus

Username: Artymus
Elder's Name: Duana
Elder's Personality: Paranoid, but clever, Duana is a force. She holds to the rituals tightly, and makes sure all in her clan do as well. She also knows, while you don't have to like everyone, you do have to get along with them, especially the other Succubi clans. She may seem uptight and stuffy to the other elders, but it's only because she has to focus and show them what they want to see. If she doesn't, her madness might leak through, and that's just not desirable. Isn't this eel pretty?
Elder's Backstory: She didn't remember the previous elder well. Duana was young when she disappeared. She remembered the whispers of rumor and paranoia among the clan. Rumors of assassination by another clan that was supposed to have been destroyed. But it couldn't be, could it? Perhaps. They said the previous Elder had become haughty and had begun to shirk her duties to their goddess. Maybe their great goddess had killed the previous Elder. Oh well. The position was open now, and none wanted it. They were afraid that whatever had happened to their leader would happen to them. Except Duana. Not quite a woman yet, but no longer a child, she stepped up to claim the Elder's seat for herself and lead. Depsite the growing shakiness of her sanity, she knew they needed someone strong (or someone who just looked that way) to lead them and put them back on the right track so as not to displease their goddess. The Ashwalkers were hiding in the shadows, but that wasn't quite their place, was it? Duana would lead them quietly out of the shadows, and into the night. There, they would begin their rituals and collect souls for their goddess as only they could.