Post by Mistress Isrieal on Jan 17, 2008 11:27:42 GMT -8
Name: Princess Isrieal Ayudora Vilania
Nickname or Title: Princess, Izzy
Gender: Female
Age: Immortal now, but appears 20 or so.
Race: – A Fallen Angel
Class: –Enchantress
Side: – Both, can be sweet, yet a lust for the dark.
Weakness: – Light elemental magic
A broken Heart
Powers: –
Precognition:
She can see the future through her dreams, not word for word but an idea of what could happen or what may be.
Temptation:
Even if she does not mean it she is an angel after all. Her features are perfection and her beauty is radiant. Mortal men quickly fall to desire, even though she ignores them, and many immortal beings are known to be enchanted by her as well. A being of love.
Deception:
She is very skilled at getting what she wants, and very good at lying. She's been known to sneak into places she wasn't meant to be and for messing with high council information.
Healing:
All angels seem to come with the power to heal, however she is known to have quite a strong ability to heal not only herself but others she cares for. In fact it hasn't been known to work perfectly upon herself, only others.
Default Abilities: – Love and Temptation
Abilities: –
Dark magic traits
Weapons: –
Folded Knives: These sharp daggers can easily expand into razor sharp fans at the flick of a wrist.
Crimson Scythe:
An adapted weapon from hell. The bloodred blade is known to be quite bloodthirsty.
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Relationship Status: –
She's known to fall in love with many. Mostly demons, chances are she is in love.
Quote: – What saying does your character say the most?
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Physical Descriptions –
Weight: 106
Height: 5'4
Hair Color: Iridescent White
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Markings: Below her eyes she has two painted black tears, and her eyeliner always curves into from her lids. Her eyes are her most prominent feature.
Personality: –
Isrieal can almost seem bipolar at times. She can be completely sweet to those she loves or admires, but she can also have quite the fiery temper. She has been known to rebel quite often and is highly opinionated. Once she has her mind set upon something, nothing will stop her from taking the action.
While a protector of her alliances, she is also a destroyer of enemies, known to jump into battle with archangels or demons themselves. She may not be too bright when it comes to this and is easily submissive when hurt to her limits.
Most often she loves danger and will find herself wound up in it one way or another. She seems to run off of the emotion of love and desire. Not only does she attract others but this angel is persuaded to join forbidden relationships with her uncanny and powerful attraction to dark lords and demon princes.
Background: –
Heavenly Damnation
“An angel throng, bewinged, bedight,
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theater, to see
A play of hopes and fears…”
What is it that lies deepest within all hearts?
A subtle desire of dark designation. All holy beings harness this delicate touch. Each immaculate angel, each Seraphim hold darkest desire to overtake, overthrow, to damnation. Each provocation unuttered to the others. And the heavens are a world of sable hushed secrets. Each sin slowly tainting the wings of each angel, one by one…shall all fall. Like ashes from the skies..to spill into crimson seas of hell ruled realms. None can escape sin…for there is none who have tried.
Years of pass, tumulting from the high heavens. The black winged sin cascaded to the crumbling earth below. A seraphic reject, tainted with the unholy and sent to wander the grounds of despair. Twas’ not long before the damned angel took sweet advantage of mindless indulgencies. A call to hell, and she fell. Hailing amongst the demons as both a blessing and a sin. For what angel was allowed to be in Hell? Soon she was to be accepted..by the Lord Lucifer.
Blessed with Sin..
Each passing mirror her eyes would glance to gaze upon her divine reflection..the seven sins. Each manifesting within residing demons..each seeking to taint more and more angels. It is here her sin was found, lethal to many. Vanity, for gorgeous she is, as hell’s princess, despising all who doubt her looks, a lethal transfixion. Many a mortal being who set eyes upon the lovely demon are forever bound to her immaculate site, many a lesser demon lust deep within them for her porcelain flesh and she basks in all the high glory. Envy cascaded through her veins at her call away from attention, at each person who had the capabilities to steal her light, and no it was not many who could. Envy and Pride…her composition of sin.
"The doors of temptation open and with graced darkness draws us towards our desires. The sin of beauty and lust, will be your last downfall in the gates of hell.."
Sample RP: –
Her heart fell slightly the moment he had ended the kiss. She longed to be near him, not even to be an inch away from him. She came to her feet slowly as he did and watched the rain fall from the sky, splattering against the ground. Thats when she looked up at him, the rain had ceased to obscure his true emotions. Where those tears that were falling from beneath his crimson eyes? It couldn't be...he couldn't cry..yet..he was?
"My love?" She reached foreward with a gentle hand and carefully moved his own away from his face. "You..have tears..how can you?" Her voice came out softly and silently..yet it was still quite audible to only him. With a gentle touch the tips of her slender fingers brushed the tears away. "You've never cried before..." It hurt her so to see him cry. What pain was he suffering due to her cold hearted sister? Her brow furrowed slightly as she thought of her sister, what had she done but re-awaken the poor prince, only to torture him more. She wouldn't let it be this way..he could be free. He had his own heart..his own will.
Her eyes narrowed as he spoke of her, that crimson witch. Despise and hatred rose throughout her in the finest tendrils, grasping her heart, locking her very soul. She hated her so much more for what she was doing. Turning everyone against her precious lover and using him...to bring him pain. Her spell couldn't last forever. She had revived him..the prince of hell..of the demons! He could break free..he wasn't weak. In fact, if Lucifer ever died she was sure he would be next in line to take over the pristine throne of hell. "Don't cry my love...it will be all right.."
Those sapphires of hers rested back upon his face once more, soaking in those tears he hadn't managed in so long. "It will break..your in control now arn't you? As you speak to me. She can't hold you forever Suris..she is nothing compared to you." She brushed the tips of her fingers that carried his tears against her own dampened cheeks. Even if he couldn't find a way she would..anything to make her demon prince free of those damnable threads of Ethriels.
Dark Eden, he wanted to see. The realm she loved...but she dared no go without Suris..she had waited. Now..yes, she would return with him. With a sweeping movement she glided her hand to rest within his own. Her fingers laced with his as a tender smile curved over her painted black lips.
"Of course I will come with you..it would be foolish if I did not.."
She hoped that nothing bad had happened to it. Then again what could? That realm had a mind of its own..it wouldn't let itself become intolerable. Now, only to find the nearest mirror..as they stood out in the rain that was very unlikely. They were just outside of a solemn temple. Its fine stone had crumbled with the ages, creating smaller pebbles around it. A high archway led the way in. Within lied a mirror..she knew. "Let's go.." She whispered as she turned on her heel.
Through that decaying path she led him, the doors seemed to open of their own accord but in truth it was just the powers that her mind possessed. It was even darker withing...dark and damp. Straight down the old hallway rested a full length mirror upon the wall, adorned on each side with two dim lit candles. As the grew ever closer the glass seemed to paint itself with a fine crimson pool. She stopped just before it. This would be the truth...to see it finally in how long had it been.
She glanced over her shoulder, up into the despair of her lover. She sighed and with a slight nod of her head she grasped his hand every tighter..and slowly she stepped through. That all too familiar feeling washed over her, as if they were stepping through water..and in that next moment..they would arrive upon the desired realm. Their realm.
Nickname or Title: Princess, Izzy
Gender: Female
Age: Immortal now, but appears 20 or so.
Race: – A Fallen Angel
Class: –Enchantress
Side: – Both, can be sweet, yet a lust for the dark.
Weakness: – Light elemental magic
A broken Heart
Powers: –
Precognition:
She can see the future through her dreams, not word for word but an idea of what could happen or what may be.
Temptation:
Even if she does not mean it she is an angel after all. Her features are perfection and her beauty is radiant. Mortal men quickly fall to desire, even though she ignores them, and many immortal beings are known to be enchanted by her as well. A being of love.
Deception:
She is very skilled at getting what she wants, and very good at lying. She's been known to sneak into places she wasn't meant to be and for messing with high council information.
Healing:
All angels seem to come with the power to heal, however she is known to have quite a strong ability to heal not only herself but others she cares for. In fact it hasn't been known to work perfectly upon herself, only others.
Default Abilities: – Love and Temptation
Abilities: –
Dark magic traits
Weapons: –
Folded Knives: These sharp daggers can easily expand into razor sharp fans at the flick of a wrist.
Crimson Scythe:
An adapted weapon from hell. The bloodred blade is known to be quite bloodthirsty.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Relationship Status: –
She's known to fall in love with many. Mostly demons, chances are she is in love.
Quote: – What saying does your character say the most?
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Physical Descriptions –
Weight: 106
Height: 5'4
Hair Color: Iridescent White
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Markings: Below her eyes she has two painted black tears, and her eyeliner always curves into from her lids. Her eyes are her most prominent feature.
Personality: –
Isrieal can almost seem bipolar at times. She can be completely sweet to those she loves or admires, but she can also have quite the fiery temper. She has been known to rebel quite often and is highly opinionated. Once she has her mind set upon something, nothing will stop her from taking the action.
While a protector of her alliances, she is also a destroyer of enemies, known to jump into battle with archangels or demons themselves. She may not be too bright when it comes to this and is easily submissive when hurt to her limits.
Most often she loves danger and will find herself wound up in it one way or another. She seems to run off of the emotion of love and desire. Not only does she attract others but this angel is persuaded to join forbidden relationships with her uncanny and powerful attraction to dark lords and demon princes.
Background: –
Heavenly Damnation
“An angel throng, bewinged, bedight,
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theater, to see
A play of hopes and fears…”
What is it that lies deepest within all hearts?
A subtle desire of dark designation. All holy beings harness this delicate touch. Each immaculate angel, each Seraphim hold darkest desire to overtake, overthrow, to damnation. Each provocation unuttered to the others. And the heavens are a world of sable hushed secrets. Each sin slowly tainting the wings of each angel, one by one…shall all fall. Like ashes from the skies..to spill into crimson seas of hell ruled realms. None can escape sin…for there is none who have tried.
Years of pass, tumulting from the high heavens. The black winged sin cascaded to the crumbling earth below. A seraphic reject, tainted with the unholy and sent to wander the grounds of despair. Twas’ not long before the damned angel took sweet advantage of mindless indulgencies. A call to hell, and she fell. Hailing amongst the demons as both a blessing and a sin. For what angel was allowed to be in Hell? Soon she was to be accepted..by the Lord Lucifer.
Blessed with Sin..
Each passing mirror her eyes would glance to gaze upon her divine reflection..the seven sins. Each manifesting within residing demons..each seeking to taint more and more angels. It is here her sin was found, lethal to many. Vanity, for gorgeous she is, as hell’s princess, despising all who doubt her looks, a lethal transfixion. Many a mortal being who set eyes upon the lovely demon are forever bound to her immaculate site, many a lesser demon lust deep within them for her porcelain flesh and she basks in all the high glory. Envy cascaded through her veins at her call away from attention, at each person who had the capabilities to steal her light, and no it was not many who could. Envy and Pride…her composition of sin.
"The doors of temptation open and with graced darkness draws us towards our desires. The sin of beauty and lust, will be your last downfall in the gates of hell.."
Sample RP: –
Her heart fell slightly the moment he had ended the kiss. She longed to be near him, not even to be an inch away from him. She came to her feet slowly as he did and watched the rain fall from the sky, splattering against the ground. Thats when she looked up at him, the rain had ceased to obscure his true emotions. Where those tears that were falling from beneath his crimson eyes? It couldn't be...he couldn't cry..yet..he was?
"My love?" She reached foreward with a gentle hand and carefully moved his own away from his face. "You..have tears..how can you?" Her voice came out softly and silently..yet it was still quite audible to only him. With a gentle touch the tips of her slender fingers brushed the tears away. "You've never cried before..." It hurt her so to see him cry. What pain was he suffering due to her cold hearted sister? Her brow furrowed slightly as she thought of her sister, what had she done but re-awaken the poor prince, only to torture him more. She wouldn't let it be this way..he could be free. He had his own heart..his own will.
Her eyes narrowed as he spoke of her, that crimson witch. Despise and hatred rose throughout her in the finest tendrils, grasping her heart, locking her very soul. She hated her so much more for what she was doing. Turning everyone against her precious lover and using him...to bring him pain. Her spell couldn't last forever. She had revived him..the prince of hell..of the demons! He could break free..he wasn't weak. In fact, if Lucifer ever died she was sure he would be next in line to take over the pristine throne of hell. "Don't cry my love...it will be all right.."
Those sapphires of hers rested back upon his face once more, soaking in those tears he hadn't managed in so long. "It will break..your in control now arn't you? As you speak to me. She can't hold you forever Suris..she is nothing compared to you." She brushed the tips of her fingers that carried his tears against her own dampened cheeks. Even if he couldn't find a way she would..anything to make her demon prince free of those damnable threads of Ethriels.
Dark Eden, he wanted to see. The realm she loved...but she dared no go without Suris..she had waited. Now..yes, she would return with him. With a sweeping movement she glided her hand to rest within his own. Her fingers laced with his as a tender smile curved over her painted black lips.
"Of course I will come with you..it would be foolish if I did not.."
She hoped that nothing bad had happened to it. Then again what could? That realm had a mind of its own..it wouldn't let itself become intolerable. Now, only to find the nearest mirror..as they stood out in the rain that was very unlikely. They were just outside of a solemn temple. Its fine stone had crumbled with the ages, creating smaller pebbles around it. A high archway led the way in. Within lied a mirror..she knew. "Let's go.." She whispered as she turned on her heel.
Through that decaying path she led him, the doors seemed to open of their own accord but in truth it was just the powers that her mind possessed. It was even darker withing...dark and damp. Straight down the old hallway rested a full length mirror upon the wall, adorned on each side with two dim lit candles. As the grew ever closer the glass seemed to paint itself with a fine crimson pool. She stopped just before it. This would be the truth...to see it finally in how long had it been.
She glanced over her shoulder, up into the despair of her lover. She sighed and with a slight nod of her head she grasped his hand every tighter..and slowly she stepped through. That all too familiar feeling washed over her, as if they were stepping through water..and in that next moment..they would arrive upon the desired realm. Their realm.