Post by Diann Lawson on Sept 18, 2009 19:37:08 GMT -5
' 'Get to Know the Real You' '
Name/Alias: Heather, Taylor, or the name of any of my characters
Age: 16
RP Experience: 5-6 years
An Interesting Fact: I prefer rping females over males and the guys tend to be gay...no idea why
' 'Your Better Character' '
Name: DiannLawson
Age: 360 Years old
Being: Demon (Half Oracle and Half Darklighter)
Aliance: Evil
Powers:
Glistening/Black Orbing: Over time the influence of her Darklighter side effected her transportation ability. She first disappears in black orbs of light, but the image of her body is still there slowly fading.
Precognition/Divination-Precognition is the strongest version that occurs of its own accord while Divination can be forced by looking into water, fire, and/or crystal balls.
Fire manipulation/Fire Creation: Can create fire out of thin air and control it.
Immortality
Mimicry
High Resistance: Hard to vanquish requires a potion made from her flesh.
Whitelighter to Darklighter power: The ability to turn whitelighters into dark lighters (Slow acting poison). Almost instant with half whitelighters, but they can control themselves somewhat.
Advanced Telekinesis
Job: Informant for the Source, Assassin, Active Oracle
Looks:
Diann has dark skin that seems to glow all the time which is a great contrast to her once sickly looking skin. Her skin is soft and warm instead of the calloused and rough cold it once was. Her eyes are just a few shades lighter then her skin leveling out at a faded brown. They are filled with warmth and generosity that is only brought out more by her laugh lines. She has long eyelashes that are darkened with charcoal. She wears a light shade of brown for eye shadow. Her eyes are oval in shape, somewhat big. They look on the verge of being over sized. She has thick eyebrows that curve upward at the ends. Her lips are about medium in size and usually painted a dark bronze shade. Diann has a small nose.
Her hair is black and ends at the middle of her back. Its always covering one of her eyes with luscious curls that are more in style for the era of lounge singers then the time period of now. Diann's preferred style of clothing is lavish clothing that reveals more then it covers.
' 'Personality is Everything' '
Likes:
- Power
- Being in control
- Fire
- Sex
- Torture
Dislikes:
- The Charmed Ones
- WhiteLighters
- The source (Jealousy)
- Losing
- The idea of being sealed
Overall Personality:
She has a personality much like her mother. A mixture of sexuality and cruel intent. She is a seductive woman who knows what she can make a man do with a simple movement. She also knows what she can make a man do with a knife against his crotch. To her its a game of sick enjoyment that involves a mixture of lust and blood. Diann is however a very calm woman who is hard to rile. She keeps a leveled head so she can stay one step ahead of those around her and also so she doesn't make any stupid mistakes like attacking the charmed ones openly.
Diann is ambitious woman with a sharp wit followed by a potent dose of cunning. She will do what ever it takes to increase her power and further he via for control of the underworld. She will also do what ever it takes to eradicate the charmed ones, but she won't risk her life for it just yet.
She tends to be a behind the scenes type of demon who doesn't like the idea of death. So until she has increased her powers to her content she won't be the type to openly attack the charmed ones or any other threat.
' 'The History of Magic' '
Parents: Adrian Lawson (Oracle) Omnas Lawson (Darklighter)
Siblings: None
History:
She was born around the time of the Salem witch trails, well actually before. Diann was born and raised in the colonies, but not as a normal person. She and her mother didn't have freedom, they where slaves. Her mother was a fortune teller who was on her master's good side until she became pregnant mostly because no man had bedded her. When Diann was born the master didn't think much of her because she looked so plain.
As time passed Diann's plainness turn to beauty and she became a harlot to those willing to take her. The reason being she had little way to resist until her powers began to reveal themselves. She was only sixteen when she had her first tangible use of power. One of the puritans who constantly requested her service was being a little rough and the candle on the nightstand flickered. That flicker turned into a blaze that consumed the man and the house. Had it not been for her father's intervention she would have burned alive.
As a teenager she was kept in the underworld being taught by her father how to control her fire manipulation. The two bounded and became an interesting duo. Her father was the one who taught her glistening. A power she uses constantly.
As time passed she became distant from her father preferring to be an independent woman. she ventured out of the underworld and into the real world using her mother's fortune telling abilities to get by in a land called England. The years were kinder to her kind and she took advantage of it. It was during this era of her life precognition was added to her arsenal and became a true fortune teller.
A century has passed since that time and she is now in America. She is also a well known Oracle to those willing to seek her help, but she is known to have a high price. She is an industrialist and also an immortal. This makes her an interesting creature, the fire manipulation helps with the job offers.
Her Darklighter side has begun to influence her powers.
' 'The Heart of Role Playing' '
RP Example: Lilith glanced at herself in the floor length mirror. She had changed since she had last been here. She no longer held that look of disarray, but instead a look of a woman who had come into her prime and was filled with ambition. That was what happened to someone when they made their offering to the Darkness. She wasn’t sure if it was walking away with a Gray or if it was just the fact she had made the offering that had this effect on her. It didn’t matter to her though, the only thing of importance was the nature of the change. There was something else that she noticed, but it didn’t fill her with joy. Instead it filled her with worry and some fear. Her eyes had changed. The once lost, confused, and somewhat gentle appearance her eyes once held was gone. It was replaced by a growing coldness filled with anger. Lilith shook her head quickly and blinked a few times. She looked back at the mirror and it was gone. What she had seen had faded into nothingness. Where maliciousness had been was now the look of a confused and shaken witch. She knew what she had seen, she knew what its purpose was. It was a warning of what might lay ahead. That was her warning from the Darkness and she would heed it. “I won’t be like her.” Lilith said trying to gather what courage and insurance she could from the words. Instead she found herself only whispering a hope, not a fact. She wasn’t sure anymore, this court could do things to people. It could make good people cruel in the blink of an eye. What hope did she have then, she herself was not pure. She walked a path close to the corruption and taint that was Melisande and she was beginning to realize how far she could fall if she stepped to far off this thin road.
She turned away from the mirror and with a quick though the mirror broke. The sound of glass meeting stone filled the room. She didn’t look back at the destruction that ensued. In the end the mirror was nothing more then ribbons of glass and metal. The metal frame had been curved and twisted to the point that it didn’t resemble what it once had been. Lilith walked to the door, her floor length dress dragging across the floor with the soft sounds of what would remind one of water over stone. As she walked glass shards embedded themselves in the dress. They didn’t tear the thin fabric, but embedded themselves in it. The part of the dress that reached the floor glistened in the light as the pieces of glass caught the light and reflected it upon the walls chasing away shadows and casting others. It was the perfect metaphor for life. You can never banish all the shadows because for each one you destroy you create another and it will be of your nature and your design, but beyond your control. Lilith smiled faintly. She was glad her ramblings hadn’t left her. She hadn’t said them out loud in weeks, but that didn’t matter. As long as she heard them echoing in her head she knew she was still herself and that she could still claim her closeness to the Twisted Kingdom.
Lilith took a fleeting glance at the door and it opened without a moments hesitation. “The beauty of craft.” Lilith thought aloud as she walked out of her room, the door closing silently behind her. She looked into the seemingly endless corridor that laid before her. She had recently taken to wandering around this place. She had learned the places to avoid and the schedule of some of the Witches she hated to meet. This time however there was one she did want to run into if the Darkness allowed, but she wasn’t going to go looking for the woman. She might wear a Darker Jewel, but that didn’t mean she should want to try and go into the wolf’s den. Instead she should have wanted to just try her luck with running into the woman by stroke of luck or well lack of depending on how you thought about it. Today was different though. Instead of the normal thought process she was wanting to run into the woman. She wanted to test her luck, just find out who the woman was. What to expect if she was ever called to Melisande’s room and that woman was there. It was just another precautionary measure or at least that’s what she kept telling herself. She didn’t want to believe she had become the reckless type who wanted to run into the people one should want to avoid.
After wandering around the third corner she felt the brush of Sapphire energy. She had learned well which Jewels were worn by the more well known members of Melisande’s court. She didn’t know who belonged to witch Jewel, she just knew they signaled trouble. For once she wasn’t going to head in the opposite direction, instead she was going to go towards it. She looked down at her Gray Jewel and made sure it was visible above the dress’s interesting plunging v-line. It should have displayed most of her breast, but instead it was covered up by a spiraling design in the dress. The cloth that covered her body had been made so that the dress gave the appearance of something spiraling downward like a bird of prey. The chest was covered completely and the spiral was visible even though the cloth didn’t raise. The plunging neck line seemed to give direction to the spiral almost as if suggesting spiraling down into oneself.
She gave one last glance at her Jewel for courage and made the turn that would bring her either face to face with the woman or close enough for the woman to be aware of her prescience. “May the darkness be merciful.” Lilith sighed as she prepared for this encounter.
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