Post by Parabola on Oct 17, 2009 18:26:45 GMT -6
Some of these are going to come directly from the previous Heavens, others will be a work in progress. Rest assured more are on their way, and the unfinished profiles will be finished.
Name: Arya Du'vall
God/Demon/Human: Human (France, Modern Day)
Age: 27
Weapons: A pistol and an awesome bike, does that count?
Appearance: Arya is a strikingly beautiful woman, in every way the stereotypical French temptress. Her hair is long and dark ebony brown, and falls in wavy tresses to the small of her back, and her eyes are a similar dark brown. Many men have told her that her eyes are deep orbs that one can become lost in, but she doesn't listen to such drivel, eyes are eyes, no? Her figure is slim, and she is relatively tall, at 5' 9". She doesn't bother with such silliness as a costume, instead choosing to outfit herself in a black jacket with silver details, over a black tee, black fingerless driving gloves, black jeans and (you guessed it) black boots. A regular biker chick, which she in fact, is. Her bike matches her dark attire, and is a black 2009 Yamaha FJR1300A
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Arya was born to a typical french family. Typical in that her father slept with at least three other women besides her mother, and her mother with at least one other man. Living in Paris all her life, Arya is a chic French city girl through and through, fashionable, sexual and dangerous.
Name: Moiraine Damodred
God/Demon/Human: Human from Medieval England
Age: 26
Magic: Control over lightning and air.
Weapons: A staff with a crystal set in the end, belt knife
Appearance: Long dark brown hair that flows to her shoulders, around deep blue eyes and mature yet youthful features that give an air of wisdom despite her young age, she wears a white dress with a navy blue cloak over the top, with a hood, and wears a serpent ring on her second finger. She is middle height, not particularly tall, but not short either.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Moiraine was born to a noble family in York, and raised under strict discipline by her Mother and her Nanny. She barely saw her father, Riatin Damodred, as he was constantly away on visits to the King, or to other nobles. When it was discovered she had magical potential she was hastily bustled off to train in a mages school, and became one of the top students thanks to her discipline and dedication. When she was raised from a Novice to full Mage, she was taken on as a magical advisor to the current King, thanks to her noble background and power. She has been educated in the creator as a child, and brought up to support the laws, though she isn't completely sure of them, and doesn't like the idea of her entire fate being decided for her.
God/Demon/Human: Human from Medieval England
Age: 26
Magic: Control over lightning and air.
Weapons: A staff with a crystal set in the end, belt knife
Appearance: Long dark brown hair that flows to her shoulders, around deep blue eyes and mature yet youthful features that give an air of wisdom despite her young age, she wears a white dress with a navy blue cloak over the top, with a hood, and wears a serpent ring on her second finger. She is middle height, not particularly tall, but not short either.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Moiraine was born to a noble family in York, and raised under strict discipline by her Mother and her Nanny. She barely saw her father, Riatin Damodred, as he was constantly away on visits to the King, or to other nobles. When it was discovered she had magical potential she was hastily bustled off to train in a mages school, and became one of the top students thanks to her discipline and dedication. When she was raised from a Novice to full Mage, she was taken on as a magical advisor to the current King, thanks to her noble background and power. She has been educated in the creator as a child, and brought up to support the laws, though she isn't completely sure of them, and doesn't like the idea of her entire fate being decided for her.
Name: Cadsuane Meladhrin
God/Demon/Human: Human of England
Age: 32
Magic: Cadsuane specializes in fire magic, and the more destructive aspects of the arcane arts.
Weapons: Though she has little occasion to use it, her magic being her main weapon of choice, Cadsuane does carry a small mace in case of any hinderance to her magic.
Appearance: Cadsuane is a stern faced woman, who would never be described as beautiful. Handsome would be the most positive description that she would be awarded, most tending towards plain. Her hair is dark brown and kept in a braid, with little thought spared for decoration or anything of the sort. Her eyes are green, and the skin around them wrinkled thanks to the large amount of frowning and glaring that she tends towards.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Cadsuane was the daughter of a farming family, one of eight children but the only girl. As such she developed a sharp and spiky personality thanks to much fun poking that despite the name wasn't really that fun. In a routine survey by the mages guild she was identified to have the ability within her and whisked away to train as a mage, alongside nobles and merchants alike. When she completed her training she was granted status as a full mage, putting her on a par with lords and ladies despite her country background, and she enjoyed dressing down the various aristocrats that thought to treat her as they would any peasant very much. She was partnered with Moiraine and Alanna to serve the King, the trio being the most proficient battle mages in the guild. Being a traditionalist, Cadsuane supports the laws simply because they have always been followed and change can bring no good in her opinion.
God/Demon/Human: Human of England
Age: 32
Magic: Cadsuane specializes in fire magic, and the more destructive aspects of the arcane arts.
Weapons: Though she has little occasion to use it, her magic being her main weapon of choice, Cadsuane does carry a small mace in case of any hinderance to her magic.
Appearance: Cadsuane is a stern faced woman, who would never be described as beautiful. Handsome would be the most positive description that she would be awarded, most tending towards plain. Her hair is dark brown and kept in a braid, with little thought spared for decoration or anything of the sort. Her eyes are green, and the skin around them wrinkled thanks to the large amount of frowning and glaring that she tends towards.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Cadsuane was the daughter of a farming family, one of eight children but the only girl. As such she developed a sharp and spiky personality thanks to much fun poking that despite the name wasn't really that fun. In a routine survey by the mages guild she was identified to have the ability within her and whisked away to train as a mage, alongside nobles and merchants alike. When she completed her training she was granted status as a full mage, putting her on a par with lords and ladies despite her country background, and she enjoyed dressing down the various aristocrats that thought to treat her as they would any peasant very much. She was partnered with Moiraine and Alanna to serve the King, the trio being the most proficient battle mages in the guild. Being a traditionalist, Cadsuane supports the laws simply because they have always been followed and change can bring no good in her opinion.
Name: Alanna Almaera
God/Demon/Human: Human of England
Age: 21
Magic: Alanna is an Earth mage, and uses her powers mainly for healing and herbalist's purposes.
Weapons: Alanna carries no weapons designed for use in a fight, but the sickle she carries for the purposes of gathering herbs serves well enough should the need arise.
Appearance: Alanna is a pretty young woman, with golden blonde hair and bright, inquisitive blue eyes. She appears younger than her age, making her seem more a girl than a woman, which (when she isn't too busy reading) she finds annoying. She is also rather short, adding to the image of a child about her. However, her manner more than makes up for her appearance, and at times she is far more mature than either Moiraine or Cadsuane.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Alanna was a village healer from a small valley in Yorkshire, dealing in herbs and remedies as her mother had before her. She never knew her father, only hearing about him from tales her mother told of a knight that staggered into the village, wounded after a fight with bandits, taken into the care of the village healer who nursed him back to health while the two slowly fell in love. It sounded like a fairy tale to Alanna, then 13, and she suspected (being a true skeptic) that her mother had embellished the tale beyond reality to make it sound more romantic for her daughter. When she was collected to travel to the tower she made no fuss, simply accepting the practicality and logic of going there to improve her abilities. She is a logical and skeptical woman, who takes nothing for granted and will seldom believe anything without proof. As such she disagrees with the laws, finding them illogical, but equally deems breaking them illogical as doing so will bring about unnecessary punishment. In course with that, it was logical that she, being one of the most adept battlemages, was put into the King's service, and though she did not enjoy using her powers in battle she would do so, for it was her duty.
God/Demon/Human: Human of England
Age: 21
Magic: Alanna is an Earth mage, and uses her powers mainly for healing and herbalist's purposes.
Weapons: Alanna carries no weapons designed for use in a fight, but the sickle she carries for the purposes of gathering herbs serves well enough should the need arise.
Appearance: Alanna is a pretty young woman, with golden blonde hair and bright, inquisitive blue eyes. She appears younger than her age, making her seem more a girl than a woman, which (when she isn't too busy reading) she finds annoying. She is also rather short, adding to the image of a child about her. However, her manner more than makes up for her appearance, and at times she is far more mature than either Moiraine or Cadsuane.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Alanna was a village healer from a small valley in Yorkshire, dealing in herbs and remedies as her mother had before her. She never knew her father, only hearing about him from tales her mother told of a knight that staggered into the village, wounded after a fight with bandits, taken into the care of the village healer who nursed him back to health while the two slowly fell in love. It sounded like a fairy tale to Alanna, then 13, and she suspected (being a true skeptic) that her mother had embellished the tale beyond reality to make it sound more romantic for her daughter. When she was collected to travel to the tower she made no fuss, simply accepting the practicality and logic of going there to improve her abilities. She is a logical and skeptical woman, who takes nothing for granted and will seldom believe anything without proof. As such she disagrees with the laws, finding them illogical, but equally deems breaking them illogical as doing so will bring about unnecessary punishment. In course with that, it was logical that she, being one of the most adept battlemages, was put into the King's service, and though she did not enjoy using her powers in battle she would do so, for it was her duty.
Name: Arya Du'vall
God/Demon/Human: Human (France, Modern Day)
Age: 27
Weapons: A pistol and an awesome bike, does that count?
Appearance: Arya is a strikingly beautiful woman, in every way the stereotypical French temptress. Her hair is long and dark ebony brown, and falls in wavy tresses to the small of her back, and her eyes are a similar dark brown. Many men have told her that her eyes are deep orbs that one can become lost in, but she doesn't listen to such drivel, eyes are eyes, no? Her figure is slim, and she is relatively tall, at 5' 9". She doesn't bother with such silliness as a costume, instead choosing to outfit herself in a black jacket with silver details, over a black tee, black fingerless driving gloves, black jeans and (you guessed it) black boots. A regular biker chick, which she in fact, is. Her bike matches her dark attire, and is a black 2009 Yamaha FJR1300A
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Arya was born to a typical french family. Typical in that her father slept with at least three other women besides her mother, and her mother with at least one other man. Living in Paris all her life, Arya is a chic French city girl through and through, fashionable, sexual and dangerous.
Name: Aurion
God/Demon/Human: God of Light, fluffy bunnies, cupcakes and other things that are nice and pretty.
Age: Immortal
Powers:
Fuzzify:
Never before has a more fearsome weapon than this been wielded by mortal or immortal alike. The sheer ferocity of this power makes its use taboo amongst certain isolated amazonian cultures. This power grants Aurion the fearsome ability to make something cute. From a dinosaur, to a demon, to a vulture - with additions of fur, large eyes and general cute paraphernalia. Of course, this isn't permanent on demons, who can usually change their appearance at will, but is still rather amusing.
Radiance:
Aurion's very presence inspires light to burst from the very air, meaning that wherever he is, darkness finds somewhere else to sulk. Due to the law of conservation of energy, there is speculation that somewhere in the universe there is a very, very dark patch where Aurion steals all his glow from, like a big meany.
Run Away!:
Being a somewhat wimpy God, Aurion has figured out a way to manipulate time and space and teleport. This is somewhat useful when his fuzzification fails to deter a particularly angry demon, and his shiny arrows aren't up to the job.
Weapons: Bow of Light: With an entirely none cliche name, Aurion's single weapon is a bow constructed of pure(ish) light, and arrows of fire. Despite their somewhat dangerous nature, and the fact they are on fire from the moment of creation, Aurion's arrows always manage to not burn him. Convenient, that.
Appearance: As Aurion appears to be a fan of pretty little cutesy dumplings, it is to be expected that he himself isn't a tough, manly, bodybuilder. Appearing as a pre-pubescent teen, Aurion is less than imposing with his floaty light blonde hair, falling in pretty almost-curls to the nape of his neck, and his bright blue eyes that seem eternally curious about everything. He is slim and suitably childlike in his build, looking like a slight gust of wind might knock him over if it caught him by surprise, though this theory has been since disregarded after the invention of Gravity. His wings, as is normal amongst angels, are pretty, feathery, soft, and white.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Around the time that Earth was created, it was decided that there would need to be a God to manage all the nice and shiny things that were popping up all over the place. Thus, Aurion was brought into being. He has spent his life managing pretty things, and is so absorbed in this he has very little opportunity for agreeing or disagreeing with anything.
God/Demon/Human: God of Light, fluffy bunnies, cupcakes and other things that are nice and pretty.
Age: Immortal
Powers:
Fuzzify:
Never before has a more fearsome weapon than this been wielded by mortal or immortal alike. The sheer ferocity of this power makes its use taboo amongst certain isolated amazonian cultures. This power grants Aurion the fearsome ability to make something cute. From a dinosaur, to a demon, to a vulture - with additions of fur, large eyes and general cute paraphernalia. Of course, this isn't permanent on demons, who can usually change their appearance at will, but is still rather amusing.
Radiance:
Aurion's very presence inspires light to burst from the very air, meaning that wherever he is, darkness finds somewhere else to sulk. Due to the law of conservation of energy, there is speculation that somewhere in the universe there is a very, very dark patch where Aurion steals all his glow from, like a big meany.
Run Away!:
Being a somewhat wimpy God, Aurion has figured out a way to manipulate time and space and teleport. This is somewhat useful when his fuzzification fails to deter a particularly angry demon, and his shiny arrows aren't up to the job.
Weapons: Bow of Light: With an entirely none cliche name, Aurion's single weapon is a bow constructed of pure(ish) light, and arrows of fire. Despite their somewhat dangerous nature, and the fact they are on fire from the moment of creation, Aurion's arrows always manage to not burn him. Convenient, that.
Appearance: As Aurion appears to be a fan of pretty little cutesy dumplings, it is to be expected that he himself isn't a tough, manly, bodybuilder. Appearing as a pre-pubescent teen, Aurion is less than imposing with his floaty light blonde hair, falling in pretty almost-curls to the nape of his neck, and his bright blue eyes that seem eternally curious about everything. He is slim and suitably childlike in his build, looking like a slight gust of wind might knock him over if it caught him by surprise, though this theory has been since disregarded after the invention of Gravity. His wings, as is normal amongst angels, are pretty, feathery, soft, and white.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Around the time that Earth was created, it was decided that there would need to be a God to manage all the nice and shiny things that were popping up all over the place. Thus, Aurion was brought into being. He has spent his life managing pretty things, and is so absorbed in this he has very little opportunity for agreeing or disagreeing with anything.
Name: Countess Ailil Cairhien
God/Demon/Human: Human (England, Past)
Age: 29
Weapons: Though she disdains the use of weapons herself, she accepts that practically she should carry a weapon to protect herself if necessary, and as such she carries a finely crafted belt knife, with a silver sapphire encrusted hilt, that anyone would think was for display, though it is well balanced to serve as a weapon and Ailil has learnt how to use it. All just in case, of course.
Appearance: Ailil is blessed with well formed and refined features, framed by radiant and flowing black hair that falls to her waist. Her eyes are large dark brown orbs, that are constantly thoughtful and searching, and she is well renowned for her glares. Her build is slim and dainty, and the very idea of actually getting involved in combat appalls her, much preferring to sit a distance from the fight and direct her troops with her decidedly tactical mind. In regard to her dress, she wears the midnight blue colours of her house and land, decorated with the cresent moon and stars of Cairhien.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Ailil is the daughter of the late Count Easted and Countess Dyelin Cairhien, and the only child that they birthed before their untimely death in a house fire when Ailil was but a child. From then onwards she has been the Lady of Cairhien, beloved by the people who watched her grow up into the graceful and beautiful woman she now is. In the early years of her Countess-ship she of course relied on her guardian, who was her uncle, to deal with the everyday goings on of the county, but as soon as she reached the necessary age her uncle deferred to her, not being the evil power grabbing uncle who everyone imagines in the story books, but a truly caring old man who was helping his niece in memory of his brother. Ailil has always been a just and benevolent woman, and believes in hearing the voice of the people, on the off chance that they come up with something useful. She is loyal to the King of Numenor, but it is not too far above her to consider trying her hand for the throne should her lord meet an untimely end.
God/Demon/Human: Human (England, Past)
Age: 29
Weapons: Though she disdains the use of weapons herself, she accepts that practically she should carry a weapon to protect herself if necessary, and as such she carries a finely crafted belt knife, with a silver sapphire encrusted hilt, that anyone would think was for display, though it is well balanced to serve as a weapon and Ailil has learnt how to use it. All just in case, of course.
Appearance: Ailil is blessed with well formed and refined features, framed by radiant and flowing black hair that falls to her waist. Her eyes are large dark brown orbs, that are constantly thoughtful and searching, and she is well renowned for her glares. Her build is slim and dainty, and the very idea of actually getting involved in combat appalls her, much preferring to sit a distance from the fight and direct her troops with her decidedly tactical mind. In regard to her dress, she wears the midnight blue colours of her house and land, decorated with the cresent moon and stars of Cairhien.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Ailil is the daughter of the late Count Easted and Countess Dyelin Cairhien, and the only child that they birthed before their untimely death in a house fire when Ailil was but a child. From then onwards she has been the Lady of Cairhien, beloved by the people who watched her grow up into the graceful and beautiful woman she now is. In the early years of her Countess-ship she of course relied on her guardian, who was her uncle, to deal with the everyday goings on of the county, but as soon as she reached the necessary age her uncle deferred to her, not being the evil power grabbing uncle who everyone imagines in the story books, but a truly caring old man who was helping his niece in memory of his brother. Ailil has always been a just and benevolent woman, and believes in hearing the voice of the people, on the off chance that they come up with something useful. She is loyal to the King of Numenor, but it is not too far above her to consider trying her hand for the throne should her lord meet an untimely end.
Name: Celeste Dubois
God/Demon/Human: Goddess of Order
Age: Immortal
Powers: As far as powers and the like are concerned, to clean up mistakes of Godly proportions one has to be somewhat able in dealing with hinderances. Celeste has all of the powers a zealous Goddess of Order could ever want.
First and foremost amongst these powers is an endless source of gadgets and gizmos for every occasion, concealed within her jacket pockets, rumored to be similar in function to the tardis (without the time traveling obviously, time traveling pockets wouldn't be much use to anyone larger than a mouse).
Speaking of time travel, that forms another of Celeste's abilities, more specifically the power to defy time and be everywhere, and everywhen, at once if she so wishes it. This is quite useful if someone tries to start a fight with her, as she simply buggers off and leaves them to vent their rage on an unsuspecting wall.
Of course, there are those times when she cannot bugger off, as her presence is rather important, and in those times she makes use of her third ability, being decidedly immortal. Due to the fact that she exists in the future, no matter what time it is she cannot be killed, lest the very fabric of reality throw a hissy fit and strop on the supermarket floor.
Appearance: Though Celeste has the power to change her appearance at will, she seldom chooses to - the practicalities of such are thing are ridiculous, not only do your clients fail to recognize you its impossible to earn any sort of a reputation. It's positively ridiculous, if you ask her. As such, she generally keeps the same form, which is that of a pretty young woman of her late twenties.
She has shoulder length dark blonde hair that falls in wavy tresses, occasionally kept in control with a simple hairband, but at times allowed to fall freely in a decidedly shampoo commercial way.
Her eyes are a piercing green color, and no matter the positioning, or how tall you are, they always seem to be looking down on you, in the contemptuous, 'I've got better things to do than talk to you' way.
Her build is bouncy in all the best places, and she does so enjoy flaunting it to all the gormless saps that make up the male half of the human race, which brings us nicely on to her clothing.
Being a less than modest woman, if she had her choice Celeste would wear low necked gowns every day. Unfortunately for us, being an important goddess she has appearances to keep up, and as a result wears a low necked uniform instead, consisting of a white shirt underneath a bright red jacket with white trim and a matching red skirt that only just reaches her knees. On her petit little toesies, she wears a pair of (you guessed it) bright red stilettos that for some inexplicable don't manage to hinder her movement in any way.
Keeping with the theme of red, she wears bright red lipstick (not at all tarty, she swears), and a pair of ruby embedded earrings.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Celeste was never born, as to say so would imply that she had a beginning, and that would just be silly. As long as there has been disorder, there has been Order to clear things up and file the mistake away into the shredder for no further reference.
God/Demon/Human: Goddess of Order
Age: Immortal
Powers: As far as powers and the like are concerned, to clean up mistakes of Godly proportions one has to be somewhat able in dealing with hinderances. Celeste has all of the powers a zealous Goddess of Order could ever want.
First and foremost amongst these powers is an endless source of gadgets and gizmos for every occasion, concealed within her jacket pockets, rumored to be similar in function to the tardis (without the time traveling obviously, time traveling pockets wouldn't be much use to anyone larger than a mouse).
Speaking of time travel, that forms another of Celeste's abilities, more specifically the power to defy time and be everywhere, and everywhen, at once if she so wishes it. This is quite useful if someone tries to start a fight with her, as she simply buggers off and leaves them to vent their rage on an unsuspecting wall.
Of course, there are those times when she cannot bugger off, as her presence is rather important, and in those times she makes use of her third ability, being decidedly immortal. Due to the fact that she exists in the future, no matter what time it is she cannot be killed, lest the very fabric of reality throw a hissy fit and strop on the supermarket floor.
Appearance: Though Celeste has the power to change her appearance at will, she seldom chooses to - the practicalities of such are thing are ridiculous, not only do your clients fail to recognize you its impossible to earn any sort of a reputation. It's positively ridiculous, if you ask her. As such, she generally keeps the same form, which is that of a pretty young woman of her late twenties.
She has shoulder length dark blonde hair that falls in wavy tresses, occasionally kept in control with a simple hairband, but at times allowed to fall freely in a decidedly shampoo commercial way.
Her eyes are a piercing green color, and no matter the positioning, or how tall you are, they always seem to be looking down on you, in the contemptuous, 'I've got better things to do than talk to you' way.
Her build is bouncy in all the best places, and she does so enjoy flaunting it to all the gormless saps that make up the male half of the human race, which brings us nicely on to her clothing.
Being a less than modest woman, if she had her choice Celeste would wear low necked gowns every day. Unfortunately for us, being an important goddess she has appearances to keep up, and as a result wears a low necked uniform instead, consisting of a white shirt underneath a bright red jacket with white trim and a matching red skirt that only just reaches her knees. On her petit little toesies, she wears a pair of (you guessed it) bright red stilettos that for some inexplicable don't manage to hinder her movement in any way.
Keeping with the theme of red, she wears bright red lipstick (not at all tarty, she swears), and a pair of ruby embedded earrings.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Celeste was never born, as to say so would imply that she had a beginning, and that would just be silly. As long as there has been disorder, there has been Order to clear things up and file the mistake away into the shredder for no further reference.
Name: Tuon
God/Demon/Human: Demon
Age: Immortal
Magic: Shapeshifting, she usually takes either her human or her dragon form.
Weapons: Past: Curved swords, Present: Knife, Future: Handgun
Appearance:
Dragon
In dragon form, Tuon is a radiant amethyst beauty, with a serpent like form similar to that of Chinese dragons, but with a head more reminiscent of the western imagery of dragons. In addition to her serpent like body, she of course has limbs, which are proportionately thin, with claws on the end of her fingers. Her helmet is formed of two large twisted horns to the rear of her head, with smaller spikes dotted between them and down towards her snout. Two lines of wavy, fin-like spike run down her back, all the way to the tip of her tail where they meet. Her wings arebe large and broad, and covered in scales on both sides. Thanks to her supple form she is agile and swift.
Human
In human form, Tuon is a slim and curvaceous woman, appearing in her mid to late twenties. Her hair is dark brown bordering on black, and falls to the small of her back freely, the rest braided and falling to her waist. Her features are sharp and defined, and her eyes beautifully violet and sly. She clothes herself in silk gowns and veils, alike to those worn by Asian temptresses, always in pinks and purples, and she decorates her hair with jewels and flowers. She is quite short, in contrast to her size as a dragon, but isn’t mindful of it.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Tuon is an old demon. And when I say old, I mean OLD. If she aged like humans, she would be past the old wrinkly stage, past the decrepit rotting flesh stage, past the skeletal remains stage, even the dust stage, and would by now probably be being burnt as fossil fuels alongside all the dinosaurs. In all this time it is questionable whether Tuon has done ANYTHING that doesn't in some way benefit her, no acts of kindness, no acts of despicable evil, just downright selfish self preservation. You'd think as a demon she'd have the decency to at least growl and snarl nastily so we can shake sticks at her and call her the spawn of satan. As it is, she can probably be compared more solidly with a savvy politician, resident of Downing Street, or the White House, than one of the demonic hordes, resident of the deepest pits of hell.
Same postcode though.
God/Demon/Human: Demon
Age: Immortal
Magic: Shapeshifting, she usually takes either her human or her dragon form.
Weapons: Past: Curved swords, Present: Knife, Future: Handgun
Appearance:
Dragon
In dragon form, Tuon is a radiant amethyst beauty, with a serpent like form similar to that of Chinese dragons, but with a head more reminiscent of the western imagery of dragons. In addition to her serpent like body, she of course has limbs, which are proportionately thin, with claws on the end of her fingers. Her helmet is formed of two large twisted horns to the rear of her head, with smaller spikes dotted between them and down towards her snout. Two lines of wavy, fin-like spike run down her back, all the way to the tip of her tail where they meet. Her wings arebe large and broad, and covered in scales on both sides. Thanks to her supple form she is agile and swift.
Human
In human form, Tuon is a slim and curvaceous woman, appearing in her mid to late twenties. Her hair is dark brown bordering on black, and falls to the small of her back freely, the rest braided and falling to her waist. Her features are sharp and defined, and her eyes beautifully violet and sly. She clothes herself in silk gowns and veils, alike to those worn by Asian temptresses, always in pinks and purples, and she decorates her hair with jewels and flowers. She is quite short, in contrast to her size as a dragon, but isn’t mindful of it.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Tuon is an old demon. And when I say old, I mean OLD. If she aged like humans, she would be past the old wrinkly stage, past the decrepit rotting flesh stage, past the skeletal remains stage, even the dust stage, and would by now probably be being burnt as fossil fuels alongside all the dinosaurs. In all this time it is questionable whether Tuon has done ANYTHING that doesn't in some way benefit her, no acts of kindness, no acts of despicable evil, just downright selfish self preservation. You'd think as a demon she'd have the decency to at least growl and snarl nastily so we can shake sticks at her and call her the spawn of satan. As it is, she can probably be compared more solidly with a savvy politician, resident of Downing Street, or the White House, than one of the demonic hordes, resident of the deepest pits of hell.
Same postcode though.
Name: Erin Ballifrey
God/Demon/Human: Human (Future)
Age: 18
Appearance: Erin is a pretty girl, not beautiful, but pretty. The unfortunate part of that statement though, is the 'girl' part. She looks a lot younger than eighteen, due to her short height, thin build and generally fragile appearance. Her eyes are wide dark brown orbs of curiosity, always darting around (in response to the voices, but other people don't hear the voices, they just see eyes darting around in a panicky fashion. They think she's insane because of that, but they don't know. They know nothing. Nonononononononono nothing.) Erin's hair is brunette, and reaches down to her lower back in glossy threads - which isn't that hard considering her height. Moving back to the issue of appearing a younger age, Erin looks like she could be under 15, and might well be the definition of the word jailbait.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Erin had a ...troubled childhood. If troubled is a strong enough word. From a young age, her father (who was a drunkard - not an alcoholic, alcoholics go to meetings) would come home in fits of drunken violence, lashing out at her and her mother, resulting in both physical and mental trauma. Eventually, her mother lost it, and when her dad came home, he was greeted by a knife in the chest and a trip downriver. After that, she took Erin away to a new city to escape retribution - but was by this point so traumatised and mentally unstable, she couldn't find a job and ended up committing suicide by fatal overdose months later. Erin was placed in a dirty and rough orphanage, where she was constantly ill treated by the staff and the other children, right up to her 16th birthday. At that point, she followed in her mother's footsteps, took up a cheese knife and stabbed one of her assailants thirty seven times in the chest. As a result, she was transfered to a mental asylum, and sentenced to life within its walls.
More recently, however, she has escaped. Using a carefully constructed lockpick, she managed to escape her cell, and was out of the building and scrambling up the wall before anyone realised what was happening. They have since updated security, but Erin remains on the loose, and decidedly insane.
God/Demon/Human: Human (Future)
Age: 18
Appearance: Erin is a pretty girl, not beautiful, but pretty. The unfortunate part of that statement though, is the 'girl' part. She looks a lot younger than eighteen, due to her short height, thin build and generally fragile appearance. Her eyes are wide dark brown orbs of curiosity, always darting around (in response to the voices, but other people don't hear the voices, they just see eyes darting around in a panicky fashion. They think she's insane because of that, but they don't know. They know nothing. Nonononononononono nothing.) Erin's hair is brunette, and reaches down to her lower back in glossy threads - which isn't that hard considering her height. Moving back to the issue of appearing a younger age, Erin looks like she could be under 15, and might well be the definition of the word jailbait.
History and reason for being against or in support of the Law/s: Erin had a ...troubled childhood. If troubled is a strong enough word. From a young age, her father (who was a drunkard - not an alcoholic, alcoholics go to meetings) would come home in fits of drunken violence, lashing out at her and her mother, resulting in both physical and mental trauma. Eventually, her mother lost it, and when her dad came home, he was greeted by a knife in the chest and a trip downriver. After that, she took Erin away to a new city to escape retribution - but was by this point so traumatised and mentally unstable, she couldn't find a job and ended up committing suicide by fatal overdose months later. Erin was placed in a dirty and rough orphanage, where she was constantly ill treated by the staff and the other children, right up to her 16th birthday. At that point, she followed in her mother's footsteps, took up a cheese knife and stabbed one of her assailants thirty seven times in the chest. As a result, she was transfered to a mental asylum, and sentenced to life within its walls.
More recently, however, she has escaped. Using a carefully constructed lockpick, she managed to escape her cell, and was out of the building and scrambling up the wall before anyone realised what was happening. They have since updated security, but Erin remains on the loose, and decidedly insane.