Post by Azlyn on Nov 3, 2009 15:50:55 GMT
Name: Azlyn
Nickname(s):
Age: 1000+
Birth Date: ?
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Being?: Demon
Occupation: Bringing evil to the world
Eyes: Almond
Hair: Blonde
Build: Slim
Height: 5"5
Weight: 120lb
Anything else?: Eyes change colour
Play By: Amy Smart
Likes: Possessing People, causing pain, seeing others suffer, Squashing those who believe they can beat her, Power, Dominance, Challanges.
Dislikes: Losing, Failing, Wimps, Humans, Do good-ers, People with no back bone.
Fears: Losing power, Being defeated, Losing respect.
Personality:
Azlyn is cold and calculated. She has a thirst for blood a feeds off human fear. She feels no remorse for anything that she does and delights in people challanging her, believing that they can win, just so that she can easily prove them wrong, and then watch them cry for mercy. She enjoys youing with peoples lives when shes not in an all out killing mood, by possessing humans and causing havoc... She cares for nothing and cannot be bargained with easily, making her a ruthless and fearsome opponent in any capasity.
Hometown: Hell
Mother: ?
Father: ?
Siblings: ?
Anyone else:-
History: Azlyn is over 1000 years old, so her initial origins are not clear. She was a servant to satan in the underworld for a few hundred years, becoming his advisor for the next hundred or so. Eventually, her talents were deamed too acute to be constrained to the depths of hell, and Azlyn was expelled from the firey pits and became an earthbound Demon...
Azlyn has many Demonic powers. Though her most favoured are possession and fire manipulation, she can also teleport and read minds as well as the standard demonic super strength and speed.
She roams the streets on earth, moving from place to place, depending on her mood she may stalk out her pray and kill them outright, sometimes she will lure unsuspecting men from clubs and have a good time before succombing to the blood lust. And sometimes she just relishes in the misery of humans lives as she makes them kill each other or other equally mortifying ways of causing misery...
Roleplay Sample:
Stepping across the crisp green grass, Rita Skeeter had spotted her next victim, interviewee on the quidditch pitch. Skeeter could feel her purple stiletto's sinking through the mpoist earth as she marched along, though this did not impede the woman who was on a mission.
"Ello, Darlin'" The sickly sweet drawl of the famed report carried across the quiet air now that the young witch had stopped 'singing' if that term were appropriate for the noise eminating from her mouth. She stepped up to the girl, her faithful, jade green quick notes quill, suspended beside her, was feverishly jotting notes down before any conversation had even taken place.
"Trying to block out the trauma's of your past?" She asked with a strange mixture of interest and smugness painted across her features. "I know it's hard to face those clearly, traumatic and tragic memories, but I'm sure you can if you make some effort." She swiftly continued without giving the girl a chance to speak, "I see your fond of your broom. Maybe, a little too fond. Saved your bacon did it? during the war? Flew of to safety did you? while your comrades perished in the most aweful and brutal way? Trying to get over your newly developed obsessive compulsion to take your broom everywhere with you? hense the little display?"
Skeeters eyes with twinkling with intent, as her quick notes quill looked as if it might die, from being overworked as it furiously scribbled on page after page. "Oh thats right, how rude of me!" She said in that sickly sweet voice that just had that edge to it on certain words, showing that it was perhaps not to sweet in reality. "Rita Skeeter, nice to meet you, you are?" She looked down over her purple gemmed spectacles at the girl.
"Ello, Darlin'" The sickly sweet drawl of the famed report carried across the quiet air now that the young witch had stopped 'singing' if that term were appropriate for the noise eminating from her mouth. She stepped up to the girl, her faithful, jade green quick notes quill, suspended beside her, was feverishly jotting notes down before any conversation had even taken place.
"Trying to block out the trauma's of your past?" She asked with a strange mixture of interest and smugness painted across her features. "I know it's hard to face those clearly, traumatic and tragic memories, but I'm sure you can if you make some effort." She swiftly continued without giving the girl a chance to speak, "I see your fond of your broom. Maybe, a little too fond. Saved your bacon did it? during the war? Flew of to safety did you? while your comrades perished in the most aweful and brutal way? Trying to get over your newly developed obsessive compulsion to take your broom everywhere with you? hense the little display?"
Skeeters eyes with twinkling with intent, as her quick notes quill looked as if it might die, from being overworked as it furiously scribbled on page after page. "Oh thats right, how rude of me!" She said in that sickly sweet voice that just had that edge to it on certain words, showing that it was perhaps not to sweet in reality. "Rita Skeeter, nice to meet you, you are?" She looked down over her purple gemmed spectacles at the girl.
Name/Alias: KT/Peaches
Age: 21
Roleplay Experience: FOREVA
Where did you find us?: IN MY MINNNND
Do you have any other characters?: not yet... but you knows meeee
Anything Else?: watch this space mofos
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