Post by Xitlalli on Sept 7, 2009 2:53:09 GMT -5
;;Pandora Cyrilla Drear;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
It’s All About You
Behind the Puppet Master
::NAME::[/blockquote]
Kayla
::AGE::
18
::GENDER::
Girl
::RP EXPERIENCE::
Like ten years
::CONTACTING YOU::
PM is best.
::ACTIVITY::
I’m on every freaking day! Mountain time is where I live.
::THE PUPPETS::
My main account is Anastasia, the second is Mara Nyx, with other characters.
The Identification Tag
Character Basics
::ALIAS::
Pandora
::TRUE NAME::
Pandora Sangria Cyrilla Goneril Drear
::TRUE AGE::
10,000 years old
::PHYSICAL AGE::
18 years old
::GENDER::
Female
::ORIENTATION::
Uninterested
::TRAVEL::
Electricity
::SPECIES::
Demon
Where Your Abilities Fall
The Character Talents
::STRENGTHS::
1. Electricity Travel
2. Acid Touch
3. False Appearances
4. Quick
::SUMMARY::
Traveling through electrical ports to teleport and such comes naturally to her. It is her most favorite way of traveling, finding it much easier to convert herself to energy than it is to walk. She especially enjoys this means of travel because it helps her gather energy. The more she travels through electric circuits, the more energy she will have and the more dangerous she becomes. If she gathers enough energy in her, she can even shock a person when she touches them. It’s just like static electricity, but it just packs a little harder punch. Nothing debilitating. However, with the use of spells, she can control electricity for a short time, depending on how much she built up while traveling.
Her most favorite power is her acidic touch. She can control the amount of acid and the corrosiveness of it, but it’s only through her touch, and only if she wants it to happen. For her it is only through her finger tips that this is possible, but depending on her desired effect, the acid can eat through any material. Cloth, wood, glass, plastic, cement, metal. . . skin, all of it. Organic and man-made, nothing is safe from her acid should she touch it. It doesn’t take much for her to call on this power, so it is by far her most-used ability of them all. She tries not to use it unless she has to. . . but it’s hard to distinguish when someone else thinks she needs to use it and when she deems worthy for it to be used.
You see a beautiful young adult. She’s careful to keep up with the modern times, wearing everything she’s seen idols wear from watching tv from windows. Recently, anyway. Any other styles she’s seen is from what books she could swipe from libraries in the demon world, or straight from other people. She can shape shift into any animal, so disappearing is easy. However, it’s her gorgeous appearance that gets her places. A brilliant smile, a flip of her hair and clothes that leave much to the imagination. . . humans give her what she wants. Especially since she must travel at night! People who look like her often get mugged and stuff, but no one ever expects her to be. . . vicious. It is a great advantage.
Her size is a great advantage for her, at least. She’s quick. Even in the demon world. Her long legs in the demon world give her quite the advantage, and her wings give her a sort of aerodynamic ability, even they are far too small to give her anything than brief gliding from high distances. She runs faster than most and can perform hairpin turns, complete 180s without losing a single mile per hour. It’s quite the thing to see her in battle, twisting and turning to avoid hits. Her speed comes naturally, and she is even quicker in the demon realm.
::WEAKNESSES::
1. Salt
2. Lying
3. Children
4. Bound by her Word
::SUMMARY::
She can’t stand anything about salt. The taste, the smell, the texture, all of it sickens her. The substance doesn’t have to be in circle form to stop her. Simply throwing it at her will do. It acts more like a repellent than anything else. Touching it will not burn her or wound her, she simply cannot stand it. It a borderline phobia with her, and it is the greatest way to stop her from everything. If she eats anything with too much salt in it—not that you would find her eating any human food—she gets sick. Most everything has a bit of salt in it, so she has to consume quite a bit to become sick.
Though she believes lying to come in handy every now and then, she cannot tell a lie to save her life. She has found a way around this by simply speaking half-truths or managing to change the subject, or even answering a question with a question. She cannot, however, remain silent if someone states something that is not true. She has to correct it, unless she does not know otherwise. If the person statement happens to be true, she must tell them so.
Children are underestimated and taken for granted. She finds children to be the most intriguing, for they are so impressionable and easily swayed. Adults are stubborn and always think they’re right, but children are always willing to learn. If Pandora sees a child, she will normally drop whatever she is doing to talk to them. She will do anything to protect them, and her form is ideal for making them trust the pretty lady, and it is easier for her to make adults see it her way, and to protect children at every chance she gets. So much potential they have.
If Pandora promises someone anything, she will never go back on that. She cannot. It causes her actual physical pain to break her promises, and though she has suffered great pain before, the pain of going back on her word is twice that, and it will forever be with her until she has fulfilled that promise. It appears as a giant scar on her chest, but once she goes through with her promise, it goes away. Therefore, she goes out of her way to make sure she does make a promise unless it is easy to keep, and she gets something out of it. She finds herself making more promises for children than anyone else, but children ask for little.
The More Human Side of Things
Human Appearance
::HAIR::[/size]
Blonde, light brown
::EYES::
Green-Brown
::HEIGHT::
Five foot two inches
::WEIGHT::
One hundred ten pounds
:MARKS::
Flawless skin
::SKIN TONE::
Average to pale
::BODY TYPE::
Thin and curvy
::CLOTHES::
Modern clothes. Anything she can get her hands on.
::SUMMARY::
Pandora can be called beautiful. She is of average height for a girl her age, but she is a little bit underweight, which has to do with her sickly-thin demon form. In fact, a lot of her human form is what she would look like in her demon form, just changed the color of the skin and ditched her wings. She has a wonderful body and it catches the attention of many men, and some envious women. She milks every minute of it, too, because it’s easier to get people—men, mostly—to sell their souls to her. Because she has never really seen the sun, she has pale skin and her skin is flawless. No freckles, no scars, no nothing. Just porcelain skin.
Since coming to the human world, she has checked and assimilated to modern times. Her clothing fits in well, and she hides perfectly in the human ranks, even if she does look like a model who walks around in the dead of night. Depending on what she’s trying to accomplish, she’ll wear skimpy, slinky clothing that would make even the most senile, annoying old man bite his tongue. From corsets to hoodies, from short shorts to jeans, from dangerous high-heels to boots, she’ll wear it all so long as it’s in fashion. She’ll even wear scene or prep depending on where she’s trying to blend in and what she wants to gain.
There is nothing all that special about her. Her hair is a light brown to blonde color that is completely natural, despite the darker roots. She will wear it in a number of styles, depending on her mood when she left the demon realm. A calm mood makes her hair straight, a bad mood makes her hair curly and wild-looking, though every now and again she’ll just throw it up into some sort of hair due. Her eyes are always the same color in human form. . . a sea-green, blueish color. They can seem bluer or greener depending on her mood and lighting. At times they can hold people’s attention for hours and hours on end.
Battling Personal Demons
Demon Appearance
::PICTURE::[/size]
Click!
::HAIR::
Platinum blonde, long and straight
::EYES::
Red, snake-like eyes
::EIGHT::
Six foot six
::WEIGHT::
120 pounds
::ABNORMALTIES::
Wings, horns, tail
::SKIN TONE::
Deep bronze with a heavy green tint.
::BODY TYPE::
Slim—unhealthily slim.
::CLOTHES::
Little to nothing with knee-high, heeled boots.
::SUMMARY::
From the demon world to the human world, there is a very small difference in Pandora’s appearance. In the demon world, she is just as filled out and mature. She gains a whole other foot to her height, but only gains ten pounds to her weight. She looks almost anorexic with her slim figure, but is still strikingly beautiful. Her legs are where she gains most of her height. They are quite long, and look even longer with the shoes she chooses to wear. However, she is quite proportional and can be called a very pretty demon. Her eyes could be considered unattractive, for they are a striking red color with slitted pupils, much like a snake’s, and in the dark, they glow brightly.
Several demons have the same sort of unusual qualities, such as horns, a tail, or wings, and Pandora has all three. Her wings are hardly big enough to give her flight, and they mostly remain in the same position; folded downward. They have limited movement—up and down mostly, and she cannot flap them—but she can use them from high distances to glide and she can rotate them to give her more aerodynamics. She has a pair of horns growing just above her ears, and they curve upward, then outward at the tip. They are quite sharp and a little heavy, but she has no problem with them. There is nothing real special about her tail. It’s smooth, and the same color as the rest of her body, reaching about the same length as her legs, maybe a little longer.
Her hair stands out a great deal to the rest of her appearance. It is long and always straight, but the greatest quality about it is that it is platinum blonde, practically white. Even her human form does not get this blonde. Everything else about her is extremely dark; her skin is bronze with a very heavy green tint. Her wings are a dark brown color with a very subtle olive tiny, and even the clothes-if she decides to wear clothes—are always dark in the demon world. A black pair of heeled, lace-up boots that reach her knees, and whatever she does wear is the same color as her skin and could be considered lingerie instead of clothes.
Personality is Everything
How They Might Act
::LIKES::[/size]
1. Blood
2. Fear
3. Hatred
4. Sadness
5. Ice Scating
::DISLIKES::
1. Happiness
2. Order
3. Vehicles
4. Adults
5. Religion
::FLAWS::
1. Apathetic
2. Violent
3. Cold
4. Selfish
5. Petty
::BLESSINGS::
1. Serious
2. Confident
3. Flexible
4. Honest
5. Trustworthy
::SUMMARY::
Anything chaotic and violent is where she likes to be. If she can do anything to cause a panic, she will do so. If there is anything she can destroy, she will jump to the chance. Sometimes she has been known to kill on a second’s notice just because the chance arose to do it in a most spectacular manner. Pandora is also known to try to make people miserable just because she doesn’t think anyone really deserves to be happy. There is nothing good about the world, so why should anyone be happy when there are so many that are not? It’s easier to make every sad or scared than it is to make everyone happy.
Anything that gives people hope upsets Pandora. She doesn’t like it when people are happy, and she doesn’t like religion at all. Any form of it. The only reason she continues to call the place she is from “Hell” is because there is really no other word for it that she can come up with, and everyone else calls it that, so it just makes it easier. Besides, what strikes fear into people’s hearts more than telling them Hell is real? She dislikes adults a great deal, too, mostly because they are always trying to tell people they are right, and because they are the cause for all of the problems in the world. She finds cars a lazy way to travel, as are boats and planes, even if they are necessary.
She comes off as a very uncaring person, which she is. Pandora barely ever shows any form of emotion, even when she’s angry. It makes her that much more dangerous because people don’t know what mood she’s in. Knowing what mood she is in is vital to one’s survival, as when she’s angry her first reaction is to kill and destroy and maim. If you can’t tell she’s angry, you can’t please her, and you don’t know what’s coming. She’s a very selfish and petty demon. The littlest things offset her and she is always looking for something that benefits her. If it doesn’t then she won’t do it. Pandora is cold to everyone, other demons, humans, vampires, whatever. She doesn’t like to talk to people and she definitely doesn’t like doing things for them.
However, she does have a few good points. They are few and far in-between, and sometimes people would see them as faults mort of the time. Such that she is quite the serious person. She doesn’t find humor in anything and does not know the meaning in a joke. If you say it, you better mean it, otherwise you could find yourself dead because you thought you were being “funny.” She’s confident but not cocky, therefore she doesn’t underestimate people and she doesn’t overestimate them, giving her a better chance to beat someone. Pandora is a very honest and trustworthy person. If she tells you something, it’s probably true—even if it isn’t the whole truth—and when she says she’s going to do something, she has to.
Checking Out the Background
Historical Stuff
::FAMILY MEMBERS::[/size]
She can't remember.
::BIRTH PLACE::
It was somewhere in hell. What does it really matter?
::CHILDHOOD::
Her childhood wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t hard. It was mostly getting along on her own, as her parents abandoned her.
::TRAINING::
She didn’t have the resources for potions and spells except what she could learn on her own or be taught by someone who took pity on her, but she learned the hard way on how to fight, living on her own. When she could get to a library, she taught herself some useful spells.
::HISTORY::
Over ten thousand years ago Pandora was born. She was almost immediately ditched by her parents, as she was born nearly ready to defend herself. All they had to do was watch her for a couple days, and then she was free to figure shit out on her own, like most lizards. And turtles. She was forced to learn to fight on her own, to survive on her own. Older demons would constantly pick on her, and some would always try to kill her, just because it was less competition. Her speed was always a great skill, and even the demons she came across couldn’t stand her acidic powers.
It was a tiresome and dangerous life, but eventually the male demons stopped picking on her as her demon form started to fill out more. She slowly began to learn that there was hardly an influx of female demons out there, and though it made it easier on her in the department of avoiding attempts on her life, it made it a lot harder when she was attempting to be left alone to read what books she had managed to pilfer or borrow. Eventually she became so frustrated she ended up killing a potential suitor, and then the attempts to woe her became fewer and farther in between. This at least made her a little happier.
However, there was a plus side to this attention: it was easier for her to get some form of training and whatnot. Most of the spells she’d learned was spells she’d picked up from male demons that wanted to be her mate. She simply told them “Well, teach me a few spells and I will definitely consider you.” She always did consider them; however, it was only for a few minutes and she usually decided that she didn’t really like them. After doing this a couple hundred times, people started to catch on and it no longer worked. However, she managed to get several hundred spells under her belt and ended up with quite a few books to whittle away time with.
This attention was not always good. Being one of the few females, the ones she came across were always afraid she would try to steal all of their suitors for her own. She always told them that she had no intention of stealing their suitors, that if she did it was on accident and she was deeply sorry for it. This always aggravated them more that she wasn’t doing it on purpose, that their suitors simply liked her better, and she ran into at least three fights over the course of her life in hell. One of which ended up being fatal for the other she-demon, and for her prize Pandora took her books of spells and from the human world—books given to her by those who’d summoned her—and she learned more and more.
Unable to really practice her spells on anything other than the occasional imp she ran into, Pandora longed to go to the human realm. For small glimpses with a window spell, she could see the progress of the human world and the advances they made, while the demon plain remained relatively the same. However, she came across great luck when people started to accidentally call for her. They did not know her real name, but they came close enough when they’d utter something about Pandora. She could ignore the calls all she wanted to, but on slow days and days she was especially longing to go to the human world, she would answer such inadvertent calls, so happy to be called to the human world that she would not immediately kill her summoner.
Though she learned few things during such outings, she did get a few good exchanges, getting a few souls in return for telling those that called her up where she had come from and who she was—never giving her full name, just simply telling them that she was a demon. Unfortunately for them, they never really lived to tell any others about her, but if they felt better dying while knowing what killed them, then whatever. However, she did meet up with the occasional intelligent human and a few escaped. . . and ideas were formed. Unfortunately, she soon learned about salt and the such.
After the first human decided to try to throw salt on her while she was attacking, she remained in the demon world, nursing the wounds and damaged ego. For several centuries she held a great resentment toward humans and refused to answer any calls that were directed toward her or toward the one that shared her name. Her five-word name was never given out, therefore she didn’t have to answer to anyone, and that was just the way she liked it. However, she couldn’t wait until something happened that made the portal open once more, even though no one really thought that it was ever going to happen. What reason did demons have to travel there, anyway? Other than to kill everyone, of course.
Soon, though, rumors started to float about. In the past few centuries, there was an influx of people dying and turning into demons due to their. . . strange causes of death. Pandora came across one new demon that had traded her everything she could remember about the demon for anything Pandora knew about how to get to the human realm. When Pandora asked why, the demon simply said that she had unfinished business to attend to with her murderer, and Pandora knew from the way she said that that the demon wanted some hard-core revenge. Pandora made her tell first, and she learned about what new weapons the humans had, and answered all of Pandora’s questions. As she had promised, Pandora told her that she needed to be summoned. . . . Someone needed to call her name.
Pandora never saw anything more of the poor soul that had been trapped as a demon—though it was a far better fate than being traded by demons like currency and used for other unholy things—Pandora decided to answer one more call to see what the world was like. Of course, she could have used her window spell, but that wasn’t as fun as bartering and having the chance to kill someone. However, those protective circles had been so inconveniently discovered. She was furious when the person wanted to use her to kill someone in return for a truck-load of brand-new books that had been published a few days before. Pandora knew that the new books would be worth a lot in the demon world for those who loved knowledge, so she took the deal.
However, the person made her promise. She flippantly vowed that she would kill the man and take the books. However, when she did actually attempt to kill her target—to think! She was being used like a hitman! At least she was getting something useful out of it—outside circumstances kept her from doing so. . . the place was too crowded, and the man was craftier than she thought. And was something she hadn’t come across yet. . . a vampire. He was able to evade her, and she thought trying was good enough. However, when she went back to the demon world, a searing pain in her chest plagued her for weeks until the man called her back to ask why she hadn’t killed him. She demanded to be released from the circle, and she used what tracking spells she knew to track down the vampire and finally slay him.
The pain slowly went away, and Pandora was finally able to relax and go about her normal business. She took her boon and traded the literature for more spells and a few souls, though she kept quite a few books for herself. You can’t go and spend all you have all at one time, you know. However, the portal was soon opened again and the demand for new books was lost as more and more demons took to the human realm. Pandora managed to get rid of her bulk to weaker demons who could not travel in return for their services, and finally she was able to travel freely and barter with more and more people. . . and slowly she began to realize what an awful state the world really was in.
Your Own Mad Skills
How Good Are You?
::CODE WORD::[/quote][/blockquote][/size]
Do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Finished
::PLOT CHECK::
Ch’yeah.
::RP EXAMPLE::
It's all so confusing this brutal abusing
pay for your love with your bones and your flesh
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •The humans bustled about their business as if they had somewhere important to be. It was the middle of the night. Where could these possibly be going? Pandora narrowed her blue-green eyes and slowly scanned the streets. Cars. She gave huff and continued to walk, her heels clicking on the pavement. Men turned to look at her and her revealing choice of clothing. She found them to be constricting most of the time, but was very aware of the modest life-styles the humans chose. There is no biological need for clothing. . . so why bother with them? Even though she was wearing clothes—a gold, natural silk corset, a pair of short denim shorts and black heels that laced up to mid-calf—she wasn’t wearing much.
Pandora ignored the looks she got and made her way down the street. The portal had been opened, and she’d be damned to be held up by a couple of drooling men and sighing women. Well, she was already damned, but that was besides the point. She came to a stop at a stop light and narrowed her eyes. The little thing across the street was the sign for “don’t walk” and she didn’t really want to wait for the light to turn red. Had the cars not kept zooming across the street in her way, she might have just jaywalked, but she didn’t particularly feel like pretending to be hit by a car. Or even really getting hit by a car. Sighing in irritation, she didn’t bother to look around before she disappeared in a blur.
The street light attached to the traffic light popped and went out, causing several people walking and standing to scream in surprise and duck as glass fell to the ground, and then Pandora appeared on the other side of the street in a crouch, electricity sizzling around her for a few seconds before she stood up straight and continued on the way she had been going. People gasped and looked after her, but she didn’t seem at all bothered by it. In fact, she didn’t seem anything. Her flawless face was completely stoic, relaying absolutely no emotion. She glanced over her bare shoulder at the group of people watching her in awe, and she swung her head to flick her hair over her shoulder and kept walking.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
