Post by Asmodai on Dec 1, 2012 2:22:02 GMT 1
Playby: Penelope Cruz
Name: Asmodai
Age: As timeless as beauty itself
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Demon
Physical Description:
The perfect hourglass in living flesh the color of caramel, Asmodai has all of the right curves in all of the right places. She is sexy in a truly timeless feminine manner. Swirving hips and succulent breasts meet on either side of a sleek torso. Asmodai has a dancer’s body, tight with lithe muscle with just a little extra meat to fill out her very appealing curves.
Attitude:
Asmodai watches out for herself, first and formost. After all, there is no one else she can trust as deeply as she can herself. And that is all well and good because Asmodai loves herself. She’s confident, but in a way that leaves the smirk that twists with vanity. Being pretty does not make Asmodai foolish. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. Asmodai utilizes her body and her charms as weapons. They are her first line of attack and defense. Asmodai is very much in tune with these skills. She knows what people like, what they often are too timid to say…. The naughty things they’ve been doing when they thought no one else would ever see.
A Princess of Hell, Asmodai works very hard to be seen as equal in strength to her male counterparts. But, rather than denouncing her feminity she embraces it. When people say she fights like a girl it is not an insult. When Asmodai fights she does it with no honour and no shame. Every charm, game, and weapon are employed until she gets what she wants. She is as impatient as she is stubborn which can often leave people with the impression that she is a bit of a brat. But, hell, she is a princess.
Asmodai likes to live like a rockstar. Admittedly, as she is such wonderful arm candy, Asmodai is never at a shortage for invitations for recreations of varying degrees. Ones she indulges in, however, are limited to her interests at the time… which are very much dependant on her mood. Even so, she tries to maintain a certain level of friendliness with the neighbors. It does have its… perks… after all. But what she really wants at any given time is always linked to her sometimes erratic moods. Thus, trying to guess Asmodai’s actions and motives are often very challenging.
Abilities:
-Has the strength and speed of five men.
-Telekinesis
Asmodai specializes in planting the seeds of tiny ideas that can often lead one to embrace their darker desires. She can increase her power by draining life energy from others.
-Able to teleport to evil concentrated areas i.e. demon nest.
-Asmodai has a small dagger with a rose and thorns at the hilt. It easily concealable and is utilizes best in quick, close combat. The hell forged metal is extremely dangerous and Asmodai takes very good care to shine and sharpen her blade.
-Possession of humans without consent.
-Able to sense the presence of angels.
-Able to see the sins one has committed regardless of how long ago they did it.
-Self-healing.
-Charmisma and Manipulation
Asmodai is the demon of Lust. She pairs her charm and sex appeal with a razor sharp wit to get what she wants. Even if, for the time being, what she wants is as little as a cup of coffee.
Weaknesses:
-Salt, Silver, Holy water, Holy Fire, Death Scythe, counting Small objects dropped at her feet.
-Curious
Asmodai is not very good at minding her own business. Despite how often this sort of thing can get her into trouble, she simply cannot help herself when it comes to investigating something strange, beautiful, or entertaining
-Stubborn
She is a bit set in her ways and whatever Asmodai wants at the time she expects to get. If you’re going to disagree with Asmodai be prepared to butt heads. She does not stand down. Still a lady, however, Asmodai lives by the simple motto of “a lady doesn’t start fights but she can finish them”. Until someone actively poses a threat to her it is often in her best interest to play nice.
-Succubus
Asmodai has a hunger with cravings that never subside. She wants to feel life coursing through her, and the best way to do that is to tap directly into the vein… so to speak. Asmodai grooms many victims simultaneously. Each one she tempts into their deepest, darkest depravities, sipping away bits of their life (hours… weeks.. days… weeks..) when she feeds. She does not need to partake in this, however it boosts her overall power and is very pleasurable for her. It also helps her to pass the time.
History:
When you’re one of very few women in the Old Boy’s club you learn a lot. And one of the things you learn is that there is a certain reputation you need to uphold. Asmodai feels that her reputation is upheld when those around her want to have her, but are terrified of her. Asmodai can be a really nice girl, at times, but those that move against her find themselves quickly dispatched.
During the war Asmodai was a spy who traded information to the highest bidder. And information she had in plenty. After all, you can catch more flies with honey and Asmodai was sweeter than sin. The background of battle served as an appropriate backdrop to her hungers as they became increasingly brutal. In a battle with the divine, however, there is a limited selection of prey. Asmodai had always enjoyed earth's variety, and when Leviathan sent her an invitation to return it was too delicious to resist. In time her game has changed, however, and in some ways it is darker than ever. Now seemingly more concerned with her own follies than the war, Asmodai will do about anything if it promises to be a good time. She enjoys luxury and beautiful people. In an interest to self feed her desires, Asmodai is part owner of the nightclub Hades.
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome
Species Code Word:anathema
Clarification Code Word:Firefly
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: vampires do not
Rp Sample:
”No, no….no… maybe… no… maybe… definitely no…” Asmodai thought to herself with a sigh as she went through her closet. It was always so difficult to decide what to wear to these things. Her manicured fingers flipped through the hangers in her closet, envisioning looks like an artist assembles a pallet. She stops for a moment, caressing the lapels of a suit jacket. Asmodai had a steamy kind of love affair with pinstripes. Her black eyes moved over the black fabric, the thin stripes in bright crimson a subtle addition but a pleasing one. With a flutter of thick, dark lashes, her eyes fell to the next item on the rack and the pinstripes were nearly forgotten altogether. Asmodai picked up the hanger and held the dress to her body.
Even without putting it on Mo knew how it would fit- like a glove. Last time it had been a big hit. The thought brought a naughty twist to Asmodai’s blush lips, the memory a pleasant one. It was no wonder really, the dress was nothing but layers of sheer, nude fabric. Crystals were sewn into the dress periodically, giving it a beautiful shimmer. It was the kind of dress that made Asmodai feel like a star. Well, that isn’t to say that she wasn’t one. Most days of the week, however, Mo tried to be more practical than that. Being a Princess of Hell wasn’t all about being beautiful after all. It was about power too. A dress like this would never do if things went in a more… challenging direction.
Asmodai set the dress back on the rack and flipped through a few more choices, lingering for a moment on a pair of leather pants. They were her favorite, worn in well and perfectly fit to the dramatic curve of her hips and rear. If Mo was going to work tonight she would work it hard. The feel of the leather in her hands made her think of the days long since past when she was always on the run. During the war Asmodai utilized her talents and charm to gain information that she could sell to the highest bidder. The long line of scorched reputations had left her with a constant need to move on and reinvent herself. It turned her into a consummate actress.
Feeling a little defeated at the moment Mo stepped back from the closet. She picked up the glass of champaigne she’d left on the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed. Sipping the drink idly she emptied her mind and tried to let inspiration come. That’s when she saw them. Tucked into the back corner of the closet was a pair of shoes. They were still brand new, even though she’d had them for ages. They had been a gift. Mo’s lips curled into a smile of genuine warmth for the smallest of moments. Bel had complained that she never wore them. But the shoes were so garish and expensive that there was simply nothing Asmodai had thought to pair them with. “Such a pity… they are beautiful.” She says softly. When the idea came to her it made her grin. Mo slipped the shoes onto her feet and then pulled her fur coat from the closet. The soft black fluff felt delicious against her skin. What was considered ‘business casual’ for a meeting of demons anyway? Besides, Asmodai was a Princess, and the Lady of Lust. If anyone didn’t like what she was selling they were welcome to advert their eyes from the merchandise.
