Post by Fantasma on Sept 2, 2008 14:27:16 GMT -5
Name : Belial Mignon Drake
Alias : Fantasma, Fanty, Missus, Mistress, Lust
Gender : Female
Age : Deceitfully young in appearance, perhaps in her 20s, however it is likely she is perhaps ten times that.
Race : Cursed human, Succubus
Sexuality : Pansexual
Religion : Lilithian
Origin : Earth, northern Europe presumably. Unknown time period.
Current Residence : Nillea
Occupation : Monarch of Lust
Height : 5’10"
Weight : 167 lbs.
Body Type : Curvy and rather top heavy, mid-section kept precariously thin by a corset
Skin : Smooth, peaches and cream complexion
Eyes : Heavily lidded and pink in colour, reddening towards the iris.
Hair : Deep noir locks drape down her back and over her shoulders. Usually worn down, or up in a loose bun.
Speech : A lulling, alluring tone. When you speak to her, her sentences often trail off, giving off the feeling as though she's not telling you everything. She also likes to use affectionate terms, whether she likes a person or not.
Personality : Very calm and collected. Her many years alive have made her very knowledgeable. She's also an experienced business woman, seasoned by numerous years as a den mother. She is very manipulative and known to take advantage of a situation/person, should it benefit her. Although she is generally a content being, she can be occasionally be caught wallowing in her own self-pity over being forced into this life. Being a succubus, she is also naturally promiscuous and has an insatiable appetite for sex, but she does her best to control her urges. Contrary to popular belief though, Fantasma doesn't enjoy feeding off others, but it is instead simply something she must do. She would much rather not have to as hunger pangs can often make social situations awkward. Once she has used you for whatever her needs were, she'll often drop you like a rock. However, if you can earn her trust, she can prove very loyal. She enjoys others company, and if she doesn't see you as a threat, perhaps she'll share a story of her own.
Likes : Sex, luxurious clothing, card games, talking, sleeping, walking, reading, flight, windy/rainy days
Dislikes : Pestering, unreasonable people, rudeness, pushy men
Fears : Losing control of herself, starving
Family : Never knew either her birth mother or father. Has a brother, however his whereabouts are unknown
History : Originally she was the picture of purity but when she shunned love and affection from a powerful man for another, he become jealous and turned her into a horrible monster; constantly lusting for the embrace of a man. She'd travel from house to house at night, feeding endlessly but never satisfied. However, this is nothing but a legend and she no longer remembers her own origins. She only remembers being the den mother to a brothel for many, many years. Despite rumours, she is very, very mortal and hyper aware of this. Her long life is owed partially due to her curse but mostly because of good fortune
Allegiance : Nillea, Her highness, Avaritia
Weapons : Magic in the form of cards. Each card has a unique power when used and may be re-used as she likes. She holds the cards in a folding fan-like device. She's also extremely skilled with throwing knives.
Magick : Has perfected the ability to remain in a humans skin for extended periods of time, as long as the hunger holds off. Very basic defensive magick.
Strengths : She's rather graceful with her words, and with a voice as smooth as silk, she can talk her out of almost anything. Quick and flexible. Has the power to at least subdue most threats by way of subconscious seduction. When push comes to shove, however she is no stranger to brute force.
Weaknesses : She doesn't fair well against advanced magick. When she hasn't eaten, it tends to impair her judgment and slow her down.
Extra Information : In her succubus form, she acts slightly more animalistic. Finds the transition from human to succubus rather painful and avoids switching from either if at all possible. Attempting to survive off anything besides sexual energy results in a very sick succubus.
Reference Picture(s) :
Sample Post : It was warm and pleasant. Fantasma yawned softly and pulled the blanket higher. The urge to drift back asleep was strong, but she'd over stayed her welcome. Laying quietly for a moment, she suddenly noticed a strong arm around her, and the even breathing next to her. A wan smile spread across her lips as she pulled his arm close and inhaled his faint scent. He feels so good. Fantasma sighed, reluctantly rising from the sheets, and allowing a pillow to take her place. Sliding off the bed and finding her clothes scattered about the room, the succubus dressed swiftly. Her eyes looked toward the door, but before she left, she landed a soft kiss on his neck. The man snuffled and nuzzled against the pillow. It felt so good and comforting to be near to another like this, but it never lasted. Taking one more look at the sleeping male, and left the room without a sound.
The air was chilly. Fantasma pushed her hands under her arms to keep them warm. She walked apace, keeping her eyes on the floor, trying not to think. It was good if she didn't think about it. Everything was fine, even though the nagging feeling in the back of her head was telling her otherwise. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave him like this, she thought. But she couldn't stay! No. She couldn't stay and see him as he wakes up. Even the thought of it made Fantasma panic. She had never been good with morning afters. All the uncomfortable looks and forced conversations. Surely she would find him again some other night, right?
Then again, he might not be all that pleased with her leaving so secretly. Maybe she should have left a note or something. Fantasma shook her head. A note was a bad idea. It's better to talk, face to face. Besides, he was a big boy and surely her absents would not affect him to any major extent. Fantasma smirked. She'd have to visit him again some night.
Alias : Fantasma, Fanty, Missus, Mistress, Lust
Gender : Female
Age : Deceitfully young in appearance, perhaps in her 20s, however it is likely she is perhaps ten times that.
Race : Cursed human, Succubus
Sexuality : Pansexual
Religion : Lilithian
Origin : Earth, northern Europe presumably. Unknown time period.
Current Residence : Nillea
Occupation : Monarch of Lust
Height : 5’10"
Weight : 167 lbs.
Body Type : Curvy and rather top heavy, mid-section kept precariously thin by a corset
Skin : Smooth, peaches and cream complexion
Eyes : Heavily lidded and pink in colour, reddening towards the iris.
Hair : Deep noir locks drape down her back and over her shoulders. Usually worn down, or up in a loose bun.
Speech : A lulling, alluring tone. When you speak to her, her sentences often trail off, giving off the feeling as though she's not telling you everything. She also likes to use affectionate terms, whether she likes a person or not.
Personality : Very calm and collected. Her many years alive have made her very knowledgeable. She's also an experienced business woman, seasoned by numerous years as a den mother. She is very manipulative and known to take advantage of a situation/person, should it benefit her. Although she is generally a content being, she can be occasionally be caught wallowing in her own self-pity over being forced into this life. Being a succubus, she is also naturally promiscuous and has an insatiable appetite for sex, but she does her best to control her urges. Contrary to popular belief though, Fantasma doesn't enjoy feeding off others, but it is instead simply something she must do. She would much rather not have to as hunger pangs can often make social situations awkward. Once she has used you for whatever her needs were, she'll often drop you like a rock. However, if you can earn her trust, she can prove very loyal. She enjoys others company, and if she doesn't see you as a threat, perhaps she'll share a story of her own.
Likes : Sex, luxurious clothing, card games, talking, sleeping, walking, reading, flight, windy/rainy days
Dislikes : Pestering, unreasonable people, rudeness, pushy men
Fears : Losing control of herself, starving
Family : Never knew either her birth mother or father. Has a brother, however his whereabouts are unknown
History : Originally she was the picture of purity but when she shunned love and affection from a powerful man for another, he become jealous and turned her into a horrible monster; constantly lusting for the embrace of a man. She'd travel from house to house at night, feeding endlessly but never satisfied. However, this is nothing but a legend and she no longer remembers her own origins. She only remembers being the den mother to a brothel for many, many years. Despite rumours, she is very, very mortal and hyper aware of this. Her long life is owed partially due to her curse but mostly because of good fortune
Allegiance : Nillea, Her highness, Avaritia
Weapons : Magic in the form of cards. Each card has a unique power when used and may be re-used as she likes. She holds the cards in a folding fan-like device. She's also extremely skilled with throwing knives.
Magick : Has perfected the ability to remain in a humans skin for extended periods of time, as long as the hunger holds off. Very basic defensive magick.
Strengths : She's rather graceful with her words, and with a voice as smooth as silk, she can talk her out of almost anything. Quick and flexible. Has the power to at least subdue most threats by way of subconscious seduction. When push comes to shove, however she is no stranger to brute force.
Weaknesses : She doesn't fair well against advanced magick. When she hasn't eaten, it tends to impair her judgment and slow her down.
Extra Information : In her succubus form, she acts slightly more animalistic. Finds the transition from human to succubus rather painful and avoids switching from either if at all possible. Attempting to survive off anything besides sexual energy results in a very sick succubus.
Reference Picture(s) :
Sample Post : It was warm and pleasant. Fantasma yawned softly and pulled the blanket higher. The urge to drift back asleep was strong, but she'd over stayed her welcome. Laying quietly for a moment, she suddenly noticed a strong arm around her, and the even breathing next to her. A wan smile spread across her lips as she pulled his arm close and inhaled his faint scent. He feels so good. Fantasma sighed, reluctantly rising from the sheets, and allowing a pillow to take her place. Sliding off the bed and finding her clothes scattered about the room, the succubus dressed swiftly. Her eyes looked toward the door, but before she left, she landed a soft kiss on his neck. The man snuffled and nuzzled against the pillow. It felt so good and comforting to be near to another like this, but it never lasted. Taking one more look at the sleeping male, and left the room without a sound.
The air was chilly. Fantasma pushed her hands under her arms to keep them warm. She walked apace, keeping her eyes on the floor, trying not to think. It was good if she didn't think about it. Everything was fine, even though the nagging feeling in the back of her head was telling her otherwise. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave him like this, she thought. But she couldn't stay! No. She couldn't stay and see him as he wakes up. Even the thought of it made Fantasma panic. She had never been good with morning afters. All the uncomfortable looks and forced conversations. Surely she would find him again some other night, right?
Then again, he might not be all that pleased with her leaving so secretly. Maybe she should have left a note or something. Fantasma shook her head. A note was a bad idea. It's better to talk, face to face. Besides, he was a big boy and surely her absents would not affect him to any major extent. Fantasma smirked. She'd have to visit him again some night.