Post by Lilith "Mistress" Antekkereh on Jun 30, 2008 23:37:54 GMT -5
Name: Lilith "Mistress" Antekkereh
Age: Appears mid-twenties.
Race: Caucasian
Fantasy Race: Elder black dragon, currently resides in the body of a demon. Has had some dragon DNA placed into her to feel a bit like her old self.
Ethnicity: Appears Russian
Nationality: Dwells in Russia on a private estate
Economic Class: Very wealthy
Gender Identity: Female
Sexuality: Questioning
Political Belief: Eco-capitalism
Religious Belief: Eclecticism
Organization: The Economic Council
Occupation: Labeled as an Economist
Skills:
∙ History
∙ Diplomacy
∙ Manipulation
∙ Deception
∙ Luck
∙ Reading people
Weaknesses:
∙ Being within a demon's body, she must follows the laws that they do. This presents both of her main weaknesses. She is incapable of lying, in any form or fashion. This does not mean she is compelled to tell the truth if it is asked of her or that her next words have to be the entire truth. She is able to tell half-truths or simply avoid whatever has been questioned of her.
∙ If performed correctly by someone, she is able to be summoned using her summoning name which is Antekkereh. She must comply of her own will within a few minutes, or she will be forced summoned to the location. However, if whomever has summoned made the slightest mistake in the circle they had formed to keep her from killing them, she will be able to escape the circle and do just that.
∙ Her last weakness has nothing to do with the demons laws, but rather the lives she had been forced to live as a powerless human before the times changed. Underneath her controlled surface, she bears a personality that reflects a human's far too closely for her liking. She throws fits of rage, she feels loneliness, and all the other pitiful emotions that humans are afflicted with. She is terrified of growing close to anyone and opening herself up, even her kin, no matter how much she may desire to do so.
Powers: Learning to control the new powers Mistress has inherited due to this demon body has proved more difficult than she thought it would be at first. So far she has really only mastered the two simplest powers that An bore. Even so, she greatly appreciates their usefulness, having lived far too long without any sort of powers. All of her powers, as with all demons, spawn from the Manala lines.
∙ When standing within a line, she is able to travel the lines, essencely giving her the ability to teleport from place to place. This is also how she is able to be summoned with her calling name, though when summoned she does not need to be directly connected to a line since one forms from her to the summoner.
∙ Her second one works like the first, but instead of traveling the lines, the Manala energy heal any wounds that have been inflicted onto her. Obviously, if she were in a fight, this wouldn't be too terribly useful as a proper connection with the line is required. Even so it's useful in that if she finds herself faced with an opponent she can not defeat, she may flee and seek a line to travel to safety and recuperate.
Weapon: Herself.
Appearance: Even though it is a demon's body, it seems it has mostly done the same as the previous bodies Mistress has stolen. Despite whatever appearance it bore before, it has shifted into an appearance that looks similar to how she once did in her human form so very long ago. As such, her silky hair flows down her back, brushing against her thighs when left down.
With the light playing against it, one could argue that the dark tone is actually purple rather than black. She seems to enjoy wearing her hair up in various new fashions, and complimenting her latest style is sure to put you on her good side. She bears a slim figure that may appear frail to some, but any servants who have witnessed her fits know she is anything but frail.
Tall for any woman, she stands at 5'9" thanks to long, nicely shaped legs. Her smooth skin has a rich creamy tone that bears a pleasant flush when she drinks. There isn't any one thing too prominent about her besides her height and legs, her hips and chest rather average sizes.
She does have a few physical traits that mark her as a nonhuman, but they aren't awfully noticeable unless you have a sharp eye. Even then, one could assume she were a Genetech enhanced human who dyed her hair. Her ears, nails, and teeth all have a bit of a sharp point, resembling that of an animal's. Her pupils are more of an oval shape than is natural with dark eyes that appear to shift tones of brown.
Personality: Mistress is a woman who sees the world as simply hers. She does not need any sort of world domination, as it is already and has always been hers. Less specifically though, she sees it as belonging to her race. She has been known through the decades to be self-centered, callous, and deceiving. No action has been known to be too low for her to stoop to if it achieved the right ends. However, she is much more complex than she has ever let off, even to her dragon kin. Since acquiring a demon body, she has twisted her weaknesses to strengths in some aspects.
Lilith is known as quite the joker, an entertaining woman to be around as she is always the life of the parties. She always speaks the cold truth on everything, but twists it into some sort of joke, making it seem like she is kidding. She keeps in very good terms with anyone of status. Mistress is very pleased with her current life circumstances, even if she still bears the underlying weaknesses she despises in herself.
An emotional wreck of sorts on the inside, she has horrible mood swings around her own manor. Many of her servants often fight over who has to face her, especially if it's to deliver some sort of news they know will upset her. Her fits are horrid, utterly destroying things around the room. Of course, her servants have been taught very well not to breathe a word about their Mistress's less than stable emotional fits. She knows why she is like this, and it just makes her all the more spiteful about it.
As imagined, the only ones to even witness glimpses of her complexity are her dragon kin. She has shown, if brief, sides of sincerity to various dragons throughout the decades. There have only been less than an handful of dragons who have managed to actually lose her respect. For any other race, winning her full respect is a laborious task, if not impossible for humans. A side of loyalty has also been glimpsed by various dragons, perhaps the most often seen "noble" trait coming from her.
Story: Long ago, a goddess of darkness forged servants for herself. When the goddess was overthrown by other gods, her servants were freed and took other roles in the forming of the world. These servants became known as dragons, walking closer to the divine than most other beings. Hand made by their goddess, they where aside from angels and elements, beings altogether different. Mistress was the first black dragon to be crafted, formed by the very darkness of the goddess herself. She was the one who followed closest to the goddess out of all her black sisters.
When the goddess was overthrown by the other gods, she was furious at first. It took her only a short time to see, however, that this meant she no longer bowed to anyone. She was loyal only to her kin, a true "Mistress of Dragons." Noble, honorable, and proud, she kept track of every dragon without a miss. She acted as a motherly figure, aiding any dragon when they needed it or scolding them when she believed they stepped out of line. Despite this, she had one large fault, which was a love of gambling high stakes.
She lived many centuries fiddling with humans, using them as her characters in whatever game she choose. Her style, as it still is, was to lurk just behind the main screen pulling the strings. They were nothing to her but pieces in her games. She did not feel spite toward them all like she does today, but she did misjudge human character some time. Perhaps she would have never changed if she had not made her only and most fatal mistake in her games.
She had been causing ruin in a nestled community, leading husbands from their wifes, watching the resulting fall of the family, flying over in her grand form every once in a while, eating livestock at her leisure. She believed the community to be filled with corruption. One day, as she wandered into the community to cause more chaos to this place of filth (in her mind), she was faced by an old hag. The hag told her she saw her for what she really was, the oldest of dragons in body, the youngest of dragons in mind. Mistress laughed at this, having heard of these supposed witches before. She felt no worry or anger.
It was then the witch requested of Mistress a game which she seemed so fond of to play with humans. If the witch lost, she would give Mistress all her power, but if Mistress lost... her body would be sealed away, but her mind would be left to wander until she finally understood. Finding the offer as a chance to enjoy some fun and gain even more power, she accepted without even questioning what the witch meant or what game they would play. After all, how could a great dragon like her lose any game against some old human hag? Even if by some remote chance she did, she would simply go against her word and kill the witch.
They played Liar's Dice, a game where participates shake a handful of dice in a cup before placing the cup upside down. They then peek under to see what they rolled, and announce whatever hand they wish to. The next player may challenge the other player's call or roll their dice and make a call of their own that must be higher than the previous hand. If a player makes a misjudgment on another player's honesty, they lose a counter. The last player with a counter wins. Simple enough, Mistress remembers thinking.
The witch and her engaged in the game, the entire community surrounding their game table. A hushed silence, dripping with tension, filled the air as each woman took turns shaking their cups. The game lasted what seemed like hours to every person watching, the rattle of the dice seeming to echo in their ears. Mistress did not bear a shed of worry, even when it came down to both players left with one counter. The witch shook her cup after Mistress stated she had a hand of four fives, flipping it upside down before gently lifting a side of the cup. She smiled, black gapes where she was missing teeth. Five sixes, her scratchy voice toned in a singsong voice.
Everyone surrounding the table burst out into cheers as Mistress stood, her chair flying out from under her as she slammed her palms onto the table. "Bullshit!" She spluttered, rage emitting from her in waves. Black scales begun to form along her skin as if she were beginning to transform, which is what happened when she raged in human form. The witch took her cup away, five dice huddled together under where it had been. All five bore six dots on their upright side. Mistress threw the table to the side, humans stumbling out of its way as it crashed into the side of a house.
She thundered forward, raised a clawed hand to strike the witch down, and felt her energy drain. She roared her last true roar before she was falling into darkness. She has no idea what the witch did to her body, but she no longer had it. It was strange indeed to wander the lands without a body, as if she were a ghost. After many days, she came across a young human woman who was dying. This is how she discovered that she could have a body, even if it was a fragile human's. Her mind entered the woman's body just as she died, taking the body as her own. This is also how she discovered what it meant to be human.
She lived many human lives, unable to contact her kin at all, no doubt they thought she was merely slumbering. She was forced to do labor, to discover what a human's survival instinct exactly was, to grow hungry, to grow thirsty, to age... Perhaps the witch had wished for her to understand what it was to be human, but her body did not return, so she assumed it wasn't. Either way, she grew to despise humans, to see how much of rotten beings they truly were. There exist only a few times throughout her human lives that she almost changed her opinion of them, that she almost begun to believe each human held goodness in them. Be it due to a sibling of the human life she had taken, or a lover they had, or a lover she found... but each time they were taken away from her somehow.
After a few decades the times changed, and she learned to shove her way to the top of the human social structures. She begun to lurk behind the curtains again, to pull various strings and search for a way to return to her own body. She contacted her kin once more, explaining her circumstance by saying a powerful witch had snuck into her den while she slept. It was still embarrassing, but less embarrassing than the truth. She had waited so long to be in the company of her kin once more but she was no longer who she used to be. She remained distant to them despite her desire, walls that had grown for every human life she'd live standing tall.
As Manalist came into power, she randomly took the body of a young woman who had died in her apartment. Much to her surprise, the woman had died at the hands of a demon she had summoned, who was still standing in her apartment.
The demon, a female, was shocked to see the human she had tricked into death alive again. Seeing the opportunity she had waited decades for, Mistress explained her story to the demon. She then challenged the demon to a game, the same game she had lost so many years ago. If she lost, she would give all her knowledge of the ages to the demon, but if she won she would take the demon's body. The demon agreed, for the same reason Mistress had agreed to the witch. This time, however, Mistress won.
She took the demon's body, knowing the weaknesses she would bear now. For each human that summoned her, she played various games or struck various deals with them, eventually landing all of their possessions and money. It took many humans, but many humans knew the demon's calling name, as the demon dealt in training humans to be familiars. During this time she heard of Damascus's struggle to overthrow the Manalist god, but for the first time in centuries things were going her way and she was not willing to give that up to aid him. If she were still that grand black dragon she once was, she would not have even thought of not aiding him, a fellow dragon. But times change, and the flow of time is always cruel.
Soon enough, Mistress was once more as rich as she wished, and more powerful than she had been in a very long time. She joined the Economic Council because she would have no less of a position of power, even if a position on the Government Council seems like it would more approiate for her.
Age: Appears mid-twenties.
Race: Caucasian
Fantasy Race: Elder black dragon, currently resides in the body of a demon. Has had some dragon DNA placed into her to feel a bit like her old self.
Ethnicity: Appears Russian
Nationality: Dwells in Russia on a private estate
Economic Class: Very wealthy
Gender Identity: Female
Sexuality: Questioning
Political Belief: Eco-capitalism
Religious Belief: Eclecticism
Organization: The Economic Council
Occupation: Labeled as an Economist
Skills:
∙ History
∙ Diplomacy
∙ Manipulation
∙ Deception
∙ Luck
∙ Reading people
Weaknesses:
∙ Being within a demon's body, she must follows the laws that they do. This presents both of her main weaknesses. She is incapable of lying, in any form or fashion. This does not mean she is compelled to tell the truth if it is asked of her or that her next words have to be the entire truth. She is able to tell half-truths or simply avoid whatever has been questioned of her.
∙ If performed correctly by someone, she is able to be summoned using her summoning name which is Antekkereh. She must comply of her own will within a few minutes, or she will be forced summoned to the location. However, if whomever has summoned made the slightest mistake in the circle they had formed to keep her from killing them, she will be able to escape the circle and do just that.
∙ Her last weakness has nothing to do with the demons laws, but rather the lives she had been forced to live as a powerless human before the times changed. Underneath her controlled surface, she bears a personality that reflects a human's far too closely for her liking. She throws fits of rage, she feels loneliness, and all the other pitiful emotions that humans are afflicted with. She is terrified of growing close to anyone and opening herself up, even her kin, no matter how much she may desire to do so.
Powers: Learning to control the new powers Mistress has inherited due to this demon body has proved more difficult than she thought it would be at first. So far she has really only mastered the two simplest powers that An bore. Even so, she greatly appreciates their usefulness, having lived far too long without any sort of powers. All of her powers, as with all demons, spawn from the Manala lines.
∙ When standing within a line, she is able to travel the lines, essencely giving her the ability to teleport from place to place. This is also how she is able to be summoned with her calling name, though when summoned she does not need to be directly connected to a line since one forms from her to the summoner.
∙ Her second one works like the first, but instead of traveling the lines, the Manala energy heal any wounds that have been inflicted onto her. Obviously, if she were in a fight, this wouldn't be too terribly useful as a proper connection with the line is required. Even so it's useful in that if she finds herself faced with an opponent she can not defeat, she may flee and seek a line to travel to safety and recuperate.
Weapon: Herself.
Appearance: Even though it is a demon's body, it seems it has mostly done the same as the previous bodies Mistress has stolen. Despite whatever appearance it bore before, it has shifted into an appearance that looks similar to how she once did in her human form so very long ago. As such, her silky hair flows down her back, brushing against her thighs when left down.
With the light playing against it, one could argue that the dark tone is actually purple rather than black. She seems to enjoy wearing her hair up in various new fashions, and complimenting her latest style is sure to put you on her good side. She bears a slim figure that may appear frail to some, but any servants who have witnessed her fits know she is anything but frail.
Tall for any woman, she stands at 5'9" thanks to long, nicely shaped legs. Her smooth skin has a rich creamy tone that bears a pleasant flush when she drinks. There isn't any one thing too prominent about her besides her height and legs, her hips and chest rather average sizes.
She does have a few physical traits that mark her as a nonhuman, but they aren't awfully noticeable unless you have a sharp eye. Even then, one could assume she were a Genetech enhanced human who dyed her hair. Her ears, nails, and teeth all have a bit of a sharp point, resembling that of an animal's. Her pupils are more of an oval shape than is natural with dark eyes that appear to shift tones of brown.
Personality: Mistress is a woman who sees the world as simply hers. She does not need any sort of world domination, as it is already and has always been hers. Less specifically though, she sees it as belonging to her race. She has been known through the decades to be self-centered, callous, and deceiving. No action has been known to be too low for her to stoop to if it achieved the right ends. However, she is much more complex than she has ever let off, even to her dragon kin. Since acquiring a demon body, she has twisted her weaknesses to strengths in some aspects.
Lilith is known as quite the joker, an entertaining woman to be around as she is always the life of the parties. She always speaks the cold truth on everything, but twists it into some sort of joke, making it seem like she is kidding. She keeps in very good terms with anyone of status. Mistress is very pleased with her current life circumstances, even if she still bears the underlying weaknesses she despises in herself.
An emotional wreck of sorts on the inside, she has horrible mood swings around her own manor. Many of her servants often fight over who has to face her, especially if it's to deliver some sort of news they know will upset her. Her fits are horrid, utterly destroying things around the room. Of course, her servants have been taught very well not to breathe a word about their Mistress's less than stable emotional fits. She knows why she is like this, and it just makes her all the more spiteful about it.
As imagined, the only ones to even witness glimpses of her complexity are her dragon kin. She has shown, if brief, sides of sincerity to various dragons throughout the decades. There have only been less than an handful of dragons who have managed to actually lose her respect. For any other race, winning her full respect is a laborious task, if not impossible for humans. A side of loyalty has also been glimpsed by various dragons, perhaps the most often seen "noble" trait coming from her.
Story: Long ago, a goddess of darkness forged servants for herself. When the goddess was overthrown by other gods, her servants were freed and took other roles in the forming of the world. These servants became known as dragons, walking closer to the divine than most other beings. Hand made by their goddess, they where aside from angels and elements, beings altogether different. Mistress was the first black dragon to be crafted, formed by the very darkness of the goddess herself. She was the one who followed closest to the goddess out of all her black sisters.
When the goddess was overthrown by the other gods, she was furious at first. It took her only a short time to see, however, that this meant she no longer bowed to anyone. She was loyal only to her kin, a true "Mistress of Dragons." Noble, honorable, and proud, she kept track of every dragon without a miss. She acted as a motherly figure, aiding any dragon when they needed it or scolding them when she believed they stepped out of line. Despite this, she had one large fault, which was a love of gambling high stakes.
She lived many centuries fiddling with humans, using them as her characters in whatever game she choose. Her style, as it still is, was to lurk just behind the main screen pulling the strings. They were nothing to her but pieces in her games. She did not feel spite toward them all like she does today, but she did misjudge human character some time. Perhaps she would have never changed if she had not made her only and most fatal mistake in her games.
She had been causing ruin in a nestled community, leading husbands from their wifes, watching the resulting fall of the family, flying over in her grand form every once in a while, eating livestock at her leisure. She believed the community to be filled with corruption. One day, as she wandered into the community to cause more chaos to this place of filth (in her mind), she was faced by an old hag. The hag told her she saw her for what she really was, the oldest of dragons in body, the youngest of dragons in mind. Mistress laughed at this, having heard of these supposed witches before. She felt no worry or anger.
It was then the witch requested of Mistress a game which she seemed so fond of to play with humans. If the witch lost, she would give Mistress all her power, but if Mistress lost... her body would be sealed away, but her mind would be left to wander until she finally understood. Finding the offer as a chance to enjoy some fun and gain even more power, she accepted without even questioning what the witch meant or what game they would play. After all, how could a great dragon like her lose any game against some old human hag? Even if by some remote chance she did, she would simply go against her word and kill the witch.
They played Liar's Dice, a game where participates shake a handful of dice in a cup before placing the cup upside down. They then peek under to see what they rolled, and announce whatever hand they wish to. The next player may challenge the other player's call or roll their dice and make a call of their own that must be higher than the previous hand. If a player makes a misjudgment on another player's honesty, they lose a counter. The last player with a counter wins. Simple enough, Mistress remembers thinking.
The witch and her engaged in the game, the entire community surrounding their game table. A hushed silence, dripping with tension, filled the air as each woman took turns shaking their cups. The game lasted what seemed like hours to every person watching, the rattle of the dice seeming to echo in their ears. Mistress did not bear a shed of worry, even when it came down to both players left with one counter. The witch shook her cup after Mistress stated she had a hand of four fives, flipping it upside down before gently lifting a side of the cup. She smiled, black gapes where she was missing teeth. Five sixes, her scratchy voice toned in a singsong voice.
Everyone surrounding the table burst out into cheers as Mistress stood, her chair flying out from under her as she slammed her palms onto the table. "Bullshit!" She spluttered, rage emitting from her in waves. Black scales begun to form along her skin as if she were beginning to transform, which is what happened when she raged in human form. The witch took her cup away, five dice huddled together under where it had been. All five bore six dots on their upright side. Mistress threw the table to the side, humans stumbling out of its way as it crashed into the side of a house.
She thundered forward, raised a clawed hand to strike the witch down, and felt her energy drain. She roared her last true roar before she was falling into darkness. She has no idea what the witch did to her body, but she no longer had it. It was strange indeed to wander the lands without a body, as if she were a ghost. After many days, she came across a young human woman who was dying. This is how she discovered that she could have a body, even if it was a fragile human's. Her mind entered the woman's body just as she died, taking the body as her own. This is also how she discovered what it meant to be human.
She lived many human lives, unable to contact her kin at all, no doubt they thought she was merely slumbering. She was forced to do labor, to discover what a human's survival instinct exactly was, to grow hungry, to grow thirsty, to age... Perhaps the witch had wished for her to understand what it was to be human, but her body did not return, so she assumed it wasn't. Either way, she grew to despise humans, to see how much of rotten beings they truly were. There exist only a few times throughout her human lives that she almost changed her opinion of them, that she almost begun to believe each human held goodness in them. Be it due to a sibling of the human life she had taken, or a lover they had, or a lover she found... but each time they were taken away from her somehow.
After a few decades the times changed, and she learned to shove her way to the top of the human social structures. She begun to lurk behind the curtains again, to pull various strings and search for a way to return to her own body. She contacted her kin once more, explaining her circumstance by saying a powerful witch had snuck into her den while she slept. It was still embarrassing, but less embarrassing than the truth. She had waited so long to be in the company of her kin once more but she was no longer who she used to be. She remained distant to them despite her desire, walls that had grown for every human life she'd live standing tall.
As Manalist came into power, she randomly took the body of a young woman who had died in her apartment. Much to her surprise, the woman had died at the hands of a demon she had summoned, who was still standing in her apartment.
The demon, a female, was shocked to see the human she had tricked into death alive again. Seeing the opportunity she had waited decades for, Mistress explained her story to the demon. She then challenged the demon to a game, the same game she had lost so many years ago. If she lost, she would give all her knowledge of the ages to the demon, but if she won she would take the demon's body. The demon agreed, for the same reason Mistress had agreed to the witch. This time, however, Mistress won.
She took the demon's body, knowing the weaknesses she would bear now. For each human that summoned her, she played various games or struck various deals with them, eventually landing all of their possessions and money. It took many humans, but many humans knew the demon's calling name, as the demon dealt in training humans to be familiars. During this time she heard of Damascus's struggle to overthrow the Manalist god, but for the first time in centuries things were going her way and she was not willing to give that up to aid him. If she were still that grand black dragon she once was, she would not have even thought of not aiding him, a fellow dragon. But times change, and the flow of time is always cruel.
Soon enough, Mistress was once more as rich as she wished, and more powerful than she had been in a very long time. She joined the Economic Council because she would have no less of a position of power, even if a position on the Government Council seems like it would more approiate for her.
