Race: Succubus

Age: around 17,695 (in her species she looks about 25)

Height: 5'11"

Description:

Long onyx nails that perches themselves on slender hands. Straps of leather slink their way over elbow and forearm until their ends tie on her hands and dangle languidly in the air.. Tendrils of smoky obsidian cascade over usually bared shoulders, only to kiss jutting hips. Four hybrid tribal tattoos grace copper hued flesh: one upon her left forearm; another splayed across her temple, dripping past her temples; yet another balancing on the left dangerously curved hips; and the last slinking over the right toned thigh. Her wardrobe differs but is usually tight and revealing. Eyes of iced lillac stare from beneathe sweeping sooty lashes. Full blooded red lips, slightly pointed ears and a body to die for.

She can be quite the bitch. Either when she is annoyed by someone or a situation deems itself boring. If she is not idly watching others than she might be on the hunt, looks are deceiving especially with her. If she is alone or she does not want to talk she lets her mind wonder, mostly of her past or what she will do in the future, strategy. Hardened by the death of her lover and friends, her nature and events of the past, she does not trust easily. If she does pick a guy, shes does what her species does best and then dumps them in ashes. Unless she finds a special person for a friend or more and she begins to care for them, that is a weakness to her. She doesnt take abandonment easily, more passive aggressive. She thinks showing much emotion is weak (in most cases) so she leaves herself as a covered canvass. If you can manage to go through the Labyrinth of her soul you will find what she really is, and she doesnt even know what that is herself...:: -I cant explain myself, Im Afraid, Sir,- Said Alice, -because Im not myself, you see.-

-I dont see,- said the caterpillar.

-Im afraid I cant put it any more clearly,- Alice replied, very politely, -for I cant understand myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.-

-It isnt,- said the Caterpillar...

-Well perhaps your feelings may be different,- said Alice: -all I know is it would feel very queer to me.-

-You!- said the caterpillar contemptuously. -Who are you?- ...

As the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.

-Come back!- the Caterpillar called after her, -Ive something important to say!-

This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again.

-Keep your temper,- said the Caterpillar....::

Abilities:

I was not born nor created, I was just...there. Not from a world that peace lasted. Just perpetual chaos reigned. Skies filled with ebony clouds and streaking blood lightening. Take the image of your worst nightmare, the one where you are forever trapped within nothingness and that is how this world is. It is not for the weak and only the strong can survive in such a hellish place, but not without struggling. My earlier memories are filled with the clashing of weapons and the never-ending learning of spells, healing, and magic. I had no parents and was assigned to a group of other youngsters that were as talented as me. In this world there were different levels, all had respective names and I surprisingly was on the top of it all. We were the smallest group of them but I shall not get into that. My trainer was a wicked  vile woman with whips and would even kill one of her students if they did not do as she pleased.

Let us travel to back to my schooling shall we?

* * * * * *

-Next!- The loud booming voice of the master bellowed over the crowed of new arrivals. One more stepped up to be scrutinized and put to their fate. Their class will determine their status of position for the rest of their meaningless lives. Two beings behind in the line, my feet shuffled boredly over the broken dust covered stone walk. On either side there was ruptures of sizzling molten lava spurting towards the heavens lightening the space with hellish light.

::Some say the world will end in fire

Some say in ice

From what I have tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire....::

My face then was gentle because of the naive attitude of those at such a young age. My clothes consisted a pair of faded tanned leather pant, a black shift that had two large slits along the back so my once crystal white wings could move h easily without restriction. Finally it was my turn. Stepping up for my Judgment I had set my face determined with my small hands steeled at my sides. I knew, or at least thought I knew that I was going to get a low class. To my great surprise I was wrong.

The wart filled green face of the old master stared me down with a chilly gaze, but I never budged an inch, staring at him back. After a tense moment he busted out with a horrible laugh that shook his lard body. Now that really made me wonder about this guy. The ones behind me looked confused as I stood there staring coolly at him, my mind not so collected.

-What is your name twerp! Speak up quick before I put you in the lava!- his fist pounded on the stone built table which shook the ground. His voice was gravely deep and filled with such a force that it would of scared anyone. But I was not for some reason.

Taking in a slow breath, my voice was strong and backed with a fierce will that showed in my lightened eyes. -I have no name. I do not have a family. I am a quick learner, strong bodied, and I have a sharp wit if you would want to know.- I stepped towards the man and the two guards. Tightening my fist I slammed it against the desk giving a small resounding thud. Just to give more effect to what I said. If I was going down I was going down strong. -I ill be what you want me to be but don expect it to come easily.- Jutting a hip to the side my lips curled into a smirk.

The man leaned back in his chair unbeknownst to me he was impressed at my voraciousness and tenacity. -Well. Well. Well. I think we have a top notch twerp here men. Take her to the Alpha class to be taught by the best!- His giant finger raised in the air to signal the guards. His eyes gleamed devilishly as they came to move me along to a different place.

After hearing those words my eyes and the several others behind me went wide at the mans words. Not only did I expect to be put in a low class but also to be shot right at the spot. It seems I got the best of this ugly creature who lead me to greater accomplishments in the future.

Now to a fateful day that will bring on a change to my life, and my looks, my person as a whole many years in her future...

* * * * * *

Suffice to say when I was a teenager I stepped out of line by stopping the tyrant that was our mentor  from killing my friend. I could not just let her kill her, damn it only if I was quicker then...

-Why you ignorant fool you will die for your mistake!- Taking out a whip from the holster along her wide hips the tall wreched woman lifted her hand back and with great force broughther weapont down upon a petite girls frame making large gashes in her pale flesh.

Falling to the ground the girl, my best friend, was in shock as blood poured from her chest. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, not knowing what to do since she was unuse to the training. She was fatally wounded and the woman did not care, she laughed as if my friend were an animal of sport. I could of helped her sooner. Really I could of, so why did I not? The devastating scene before me and the rest of the trainees brought rage to my eyes. They flickered with a shadowed spark.

-Dont you dare strike Kiliana you bitch!- My hand impulsively broke out towards our trainers face, connecting with the plush flesh of her cheek, sinking in. At the look of shock, I ducked down ,swinging my leg around those pudgy legs of her and with a whoosh I put her on the ground knocking the air out of the muscular flabby heifer woman. Glaring down at this pitiful...thing...I could not hold it in. I just went beserk.

Afterwards I  ran back to Kiliana, oh I was too late though. I saw her form shudder one last time before it went limp. That was the moment I touched her cooling body. The pool of blood was still creeping across the dirtied ground. She was the strongest person I have ever met. She was smiling at me the first time we met, I remember that. My memory flew back to when I was little. No one ever smiled at me before and it hurt inside like hell. That would not ever happen again, I thought.

Breaking the laws there was a hunt for my death and I was not about to let them take me. After they found me, there was a flurried fight and I killed all the trainers.  Kill or be killed. Afterwards my wings spread out into the air as I flew about the limp bodies and a huge crowd gathered below me. I was still enraged and I had to get revenge on all of them. No matter who they were. They were the ones that made this hell, and they will see what type of demon they have created. The fires below only outlined  my lips as they moved quickly, silently, telling them of their deaths. Tattoos that were newly placed on my body started to glow an unearthly silver, a horrid spell unleashed into the air. The lightening turned to black and struck down upon the wrecked souls,  some died quickly, others werent so lucky. Pulling  my wings in close I dove towards them as a thick mist covered the ground. Terrifying screams could be heard from every direction and the blood flowed free. Nothing was seen. There was no mercy to my actions and a dark fell over my eyes permanently.

::But if I had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction it

Is also great

And would suffice.::

After it all ended. Exhausted and standing before the dead I was soaked in blood and confused at what had just happened. This had never happened. I opened my wings, trikling blood made their way downwards from being clawed by the dying that tried to fight for their pitiful lives. Blood andparts of  bodies littered the ground. I had to leave, I was the only one left. I flew towards the skies, never to return to the place of such death.

They all gave me the name Angelic for my once sweet behavior and now I added Death for its destruction and what just happened. It would fit quite nicely in the future

* * * * * *

There is not much to say about this certain time in my life. A transitioning period. Just a few things happened to make things go in a different direction then what I thought it was going. Here I came upon the land of Lycosia, hardened and distainful I snapped at all and took inthe bounty that my instincts craved. I did meet with two others for a time...Warlock of the Sky and another woman, I called her Ember. I do not remember her entire name just that she was beautiful and so nice. Over that time I spent with them I grew close to these people till one day they too were torn away from me by Silver Frost. I never had a chance to say good bye to them nor get my revenge. I do not know if they are dead or alive, but they certainly are apart of me.

* * * * * *

Months afterwards I sat in the back of the tavern my legs pulled up underneath me. Gazing upon the patrons I met a very interesting fellow that took my breath away...he was strong, cunning, and did not care about my past nor was he fazed by my attitude. Which always lead  people away from me. I swore I would never get close to another person because it always either ended up in their death, and many others, or them disappearing. For a year we were so so very close. I was extremely delighted that we were soon to be married. But before that could happen, disaster struck my heart once again.

I was upstairs in my room preparing for my wedding, which was only to happen in a few hours. My heart was soaring higher than I ever flew and the light was coming back to my eyes. Then it happened. I heard the soul smashing of bone and the splitting of skin...it couldn't be! My skin became colder than ice as a great surge of fear raced up my spine. Goddess, not again...damn, not again! Racing out of my room, my feet barely touching the floor I went down the stairs to outside to my beloved who was on the ground gargling in a pool of his own blood. How could of it of happened again? Again! This...this dark figure stood over him, his sword piercing my love's body like that of a butterfly to a collecter. I almost died by taking in the sight. My blood boiled in my veins as my wings hugged tightly about my body. Oh I wished it was his. This would not go unpunished. He was still alive but dying I knew, I could not save him and I only had a little bit of time. The light that was coming, faded once again.

::Oh there is no use in loving the dying.

I have tried.

I have tried but you cant,

you just can guard the dead.

You are the watchman and you

cant keep the gate shut::

My anger rose in a flare inside my heart as I flew at him in blinded anger. Before I even knew what happened the attacker was dead at my feet and I was once again was covered in blood. My beautiful white satin wedding dress forever stained in crimson. It was too much. I had to get him back, and I knew something that might work. Raising my wings to the sky along with my hands I desperately tried in a futile effort to raise my love with the casting of a spell. Oh how I tried! I did not succeed. In the end my energy was totally spent and I fell to the ground in rivers of tears swearing not to come back.

* * * * * *

A year later I stubbornly returned to a new tavern, that of Shadow Falls where I was asked into the Strife clan. They seemed as might type of crowd so I agreed without a second thought. If I was going to screw up again why not do it now? My left hip is embedded with an obsidian outlined  shadow and blood marbled cross that holds the blood of the Strifes. I was wondering just might happen now... and my did I find out. There was this absolutely self centered man named, oh gods, Brond. Now he was one easy challenge to take over. I did not  have feelings for him but I just couldnt do it with the still fresh memory of my first loves devastating death in the recesses of my mind. Suffice to say that ended quite quickly by the edge of the Falls. He took it well, for him. Other than that there was this other man that caught my eye. It did not last long either.

The rest of my life that I have lived will leave unscripted. Too much has happened, too much will happen.

Edited April 24 2004