Post by noctis on Feb 3, 2012 4:13:30 GMT 1
Playby: (Olivia Wilde)
Name:Noctis
Age: Appears to be 27. (Has been in existence since the beginning of time.)
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Species: Demon
Physical Description: Evil personified itself in a lovely form. Standing at a height of 5'7", Noctis is no delicate creature. Her fair skin is unmarred by scars, but marked eternally by the telltale circular tattoos on her forehead, and the demonic wing-like tattoos between her shoulders. Her form is petite, accented by subtle muscles and slender, lady-like curves. Her dark brown, mildly wavy hair falls to just below her shoulder blades, shorter locks occasionally obscuring from view the tattoos on her forehead, and the characteristic black eyes she saw the world from. Pale pink lips are constantly curved into a wicked smirk.
Attitude: While she is generally calm and composed, Noctis has an extremely short fuse, and her patience for fools and the like is extremely thin. As a lieutenant of Azazel, she has a tendency to be quite arrogant, and her wickedness is only amplified by the smug manner in which she carries herself.
Abilities: Despite being as slim as she is, Noctis, like all of her kin, is not as weak as she looks. Her speed and her strength are heightened to the equivalent of five men, and like all demonic beings, she can sense the presence of the wretched angels her kin were at war with. Noctis also has the ability to see the sins of those around her, and often uses that to her advantage in psychological warfare, along with her ability to move objects from a distance, known as telekinesis. When a fight ensues, a spear will appear at her side, ending approximately two feet above her head. Should she want to, Noctis is able to possess a human without consent, occasionally using this to her advantage to lure souls to sin. In addition, she can teleport to any area of concentrated evil, such as a demon's nest. If she was injured, Noctis has the ability to heal herself, useful as she does not have to rely on others. Despite her abilities, Noctis, like any other creature, has her weaknesses. For whatever reason, she refuses to cross over any barrier of salt, perhaps put off by the pure substance or the typical white color of the mineral. While it will not kill her, a significant amount of silver, be it in a bullet or even a spoon, has the potential to incapacitate her, and should holy water touch her skin, it will burn like acid; the more harm it causes her.
History: Noctis, like her kin, has been in existence since the dawn of time. Serving as a lieutenant to one of the princes of hell, Azazel, she had the opportunity to cause chaos to her wicked heart's content, inspiring pure rage in some, intense, soul-gripping fear in others, pushing most of those who crossed her path into sin. She thrived in the time leading up to the apocalypse of man, relishing the opportunity to spread even more fear and destruction in the world. While not as powerful as Azazel, Noctis had easily pushed many a man into sin, tempting most past the point of no return, turning them from their God, ensuring that their souls would be in Hell for eternity. When the war finally erupted between Heaven and Hell, she had gone with the other demons that served under Azazel, disposing of the foolish angels who felt bold enough to challenge her or the prince she served. Once hell gained a favorable position in the ongoing battle against Heaven, and their kin had moved ahead to continue the fight, she chose to follow Azazel and the other princes to Earth to continue serving him, and to spread her own chaos among the mortals.
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome
Species Code Word: anathema
Rp Sample: ] Noctis gave her typical, wicked little smile as she wiped the filthy angelic blood from her spear's head onto the corpse lying near her feet, bending for a moment to inspect her work. She laughed rather cruelly, glancing to a fellow demon who stood nearby. "I cannot decide which amuses me more; watching them squirm on the end of my spear, or seeing just how long their faith in their God lasts before they succumb to rage and hate for our kind.' She placed a foot on the now-deceased angel, and firmly kicked it away before she gave another laugh, turning her attention back to her original task, which was to return to Azazel, who had gone on ahead while she took care of the little pest who had been foolish enough to come here, to their realm, alone. As her spear was no longer needed, it vanished, and she couldn't help but smirk once again hand reaching up to fluff her hair back out after her little scuffle with the angelic soldier, and continued on her way, unable to keep in a wicked cackle as she saw Azazel not far ahead. The war was very much in their favor currently, and she had a feeling they would be departing the war soon to begin their chaotic time on Earth.
Also, need a few more words on your history.
