Sarvin Kipton (Demon)

[Kipton]

Playby: Maria Amanda

Name: Sarvin Kipton

Age: True age: dawn of time? Appearance: 23

Sex: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Species: Demon

Physical Description: Kipton's hair has often changed over the centuries of her existence lately; however, she has gone back to her original blond. Her skin is a pale cream color with only a slight flush of pink along her cheeks to even denote the fact that she is alive. The only real flaw on her skin is a scar, it looks a lot like someone tried to cut her head off and slid the knife all the way to her pelvic bone where it meets up with a large blotch of a scar on her right hip, when asked about it she simply changes the subject. The only tattoos are the ones on her forehead showing her as a demon and her back where her wings belong. Her eyes, while usually black as pitch, sometimes change to a light gray when she is happy. While her clothes are usually what one before the apocalypse would call Goth, she does change it up ever now and then but always leans towards blacks with a few flashes of deep reds and blues. All her clothes are made by hand and usually have unfinished edges where she got bored half way through and pieces of cloth hanging off that she didn't finish sewing on.

Attitude: Her attitude depends a lot on the people around her, much like a chameleon and their color she shifts and changes to suit her environment; however, there are times when she is alone and usually when seen from afar she seems pensive and almost forlorn as if she is lost with out the emotions of others effecting her. Some feel as if she is bipolar flashing from one emotion to the next, usually this happens when there are too many people around her, it is as if she gets confused.

Abilities: She has all the abilities that her race has, having super strength, the ability to make zombies piss them selves, having blood that is toxic to even the strongest of races and is as black as her eyes, and of course the inability to be hurt by an mortal weapon and speaking any language known to man. Self Healing, Sense Sin, sense Good/Evil, Translocation, Telekinesis, and of course her Hell Forged Weapon, hers is a doubled sided battle ax that at first looks like she can't even lift much less use even at six feet tall. She can amplify emotions in other people making them rage out of control, weather it be a passing thought of that woman is beautiful and turning it in to obsession or a moment of anger turned in to overwhelming rage.

Weaknesses: - Kip hates weaknesses of any sort and it seems to her that her kind has too many, the silver thing a side the fact that she can be stopped by salt and simply throwing a few matching objects in front, she feels is absolute crap. She really gets the holy water, holy weapons, and holy fire that at least makes sense and she can fight back. The only real fear as far as her weaknesses go, is Death's scythe. Of course she uses the term fear loosely, you see Kipton had her emotions stripped from her when she lost a battle against an angel. Satan him self ripped them from her because she had hesitated for just a second on slaying the angel and nearly lost her head because of it.

History: When Kipton was created she was given only one job and one job only, rip the wings off any angel she saw. She was good at it, in fact she was almost too good. She reveled in the pain that the angels felt thrilled by the feel of their blood rushing over her skin, and she lusted for that feeling over and over again listening to the angels scream in pain as she tore their wings from their back using her ax to slice through the cartilage and bone. After a few thousand years; however, she got bored tired of having to kill them instantly afterward, tired of them all being the same whimpering fools. So she decided to change things up instead of killing them she would rip off their wings and let them go, at least that was her thought. Satan heard her plans and swore if she did there would be consequences and she would not like it. She had bowed to her master and left nearly laughing on the inside at how stupid he was and how he just didn't understand her plan. The next time she was sent out to battle she caught one of the higher rank angels and pinned him to the ground her claws digging through flesh and bone as she carved the wings from his back her blood mixing with his from the gash on her shoulder. Grinning she finished her grisly work then lifted her blade and stopped just before killing him. “Run pretty boy run,” She whispered her smile cat like as she stood and turned her back on him. She didn't even see the blow coming. Her head still ringing as she fell she felt screaming agony of the angel's holy blade slicing her open carving her body up like a thanksgiving turkey. Unable to stay conscious through the pain she fell in the the black pit. When she awoke she was laying at her masters feet Satan looking down at her his head tilted to the side. He had warned her and she had disobeyed, so he stole the one thing she cared about, her feelings she would feel nothing unless around others and even then it would be only a hollow echo of what could be. Her last true feeling had been rage and pain as he ripped the emotions right out of her body and ate them leaving her feeling hollow and empty. She had gone back to her work but all she could feel was the agony of the angels not the joy at creating it. She soon lost her ability to function and decided to go to Earth to mingle among humans because while Demons and Angels had feelings they weren't as colorful as humans they weren't as deep, so to Earth she went.

Rule Code Word: Captain Jack Harkness, STOP IT!, What? Can't I say hi to anyone?

Species Code Word: anathema

Clarification Code Word: firefly

Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: vampires do not.

Rp Sample: If dreams were nothing, but long empty houses people would go insane. They would grope out into the darkness and try and find something anything, a way out. This is Kipton's every day, her waking moments are spent trying to find someone that is feeling anything and amplify the feeling till they are in a frenzy, the stronger the emotion the more she can beat back the hollowness. Today is no exception.
Kip moved down the street her high stiletto boots echoing with each step her hips swaying as if she were dancing. Her eyes are black and empty like two huge pools that would swallow you if you stared in to them too long. “Dreams are nothing, but empty hallways long and dark. Each one leading to another and another until you are lost in your self.” She whispers the words over and over again as if her thoughts seem to tumble in on themselves. Shaking her head she looks up as she hears loud pulsing music. “Ah yes, to feel again to dance and sing is like an angels wing withering on the ground poisoned and useless.” She frowns as if listening to something and nods her head before heading in to the casino.
She stopped inside the door and looks around a smile smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as she feels the emotions of the creatures in the room wash over and into her. If someone were to ask her she could only describe the feeling as taking a drug, the first time it hit your blood making your hot and woozy. She tossed her silky blond hair back and laughed before moving forward stoking the fire that burned in her blood as she moved between the people strong pulling emotions drowning her and giving her the best high she had ever felt. She knew she had made the right choice by leaving the fight and coming to Earth. Sighing happily she hummed as she headed towards the bar slowly taking off her large coat and throwing it over her arm.