Post by Willow Vesper on May 25, 2011 22:58:59 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Willow Vesper
Nicknames:Willow, Widow
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Jan. 23, 1387
Age: 624 (Appears 18)
Sexuality:Straight
Race:Succubus (Demon)
Clan: Loner.
Appearance:
Short in stature, the young looking girl is often found in the highest of heels. Long luscious tresses of a chocolaty hue rest far past her shoulders. Willow is smarter then she looks, and she is far older then she would appear. She is what most would call lovely with a strange innocence about her. And her looks make continuing to live an easy problem for her to solve. When she attacks however she has a way of changing, and her soft features are graced with the wings, horns and tail of a devil.
Abilities:
Can appear to men in their dreams in order to seduce them and suck their life away. She also has wings, horns and a tail that she can mask with demonic magic.
Play-By: Lucy Hale
Personality
Personality:
Young at heart the sweet girl was only innocent to others eyes, she was truly the devils daughter.
Likes: Men, Sleeping, Sex, Swordplay, Fire, Oceans
Dislikes: Any water other then the sea, Religion, Love
The Past
Family:
Mother: Lilith the original Succubus
Father:Adam
She has many siblings although she doesn't know any of them
Pets:
History:
Willow's history is a long one, starting almost at the beginning of time. Her mother was the original succubus, Lilith, a cold, unfeeling monster that seduced a mortal by the name of Adam, and before killing him bore a daughter, that is where Willow came in. Abandoned at the young age of ten, the age she had to begin to feed on the life-force of men to continue living. she built up a large harem of men, all of whom died the same way her father did. Willow however has chosen to never bear children of her own wishing to remain the look of eighteen for all her days.
Even now at the old age of six hundred and twenty four, she remain young, viral and beautiful to all who gaze upon her. She has a knack for history, although it would be strange if she didn't seeing how old she is and what she has lived through, but even with as many years as she has walked the earth she is always wishing, hoping, searching for her kin, as far as she know she is the only one of her kind in existence, which although this makes surviving easier, she would prefer company as she wanders alone through the city streets.
OOC NAME: Kelsey
RP EXPERIENCE: 10 years
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: i have another character here, Marina
RP EXAMPLE:
Lounging alone in the darkest corner of the club, Marina sipped from her wine glass, the cabernet hued liquid slid down her throat through pursed lips and the loud music around her beat in tune with her own heart. She seemed to be looking for something, or perhaps someone. It wasn't odd for her to be seated there alone all night, and as the two large gentlemen that watched over the roped off area kept looking over their shoulders and her and then exchanging looks with each other as well, it was clear that she was indeed waiting on someone to join her. As she waited she finished the contents of her glass and a slight women dressed in almost nothing quickly replaced it without a word. Black tipped fingers lifted the second glass from the table in front of her in silence, and kicking off her stilettos she slid her long legs up onto the couch that she sat on so that if she were to move even a bit more her short dress would ride just a bit too far up.
A young man entered the area, after quietly speaking to the guards , she seemed interested in what he whispered in her ear and how his hand ran up her thigh showed that she most definitely knew the boy, however he did not stay long for after a moments worth of his fingers upon her creamy flesh she shoved him away from her and he was quickly grabbed up by the two brutes and ushered away from the area. Obviously this was not the person she had been waiting on, in the next few moments many people passed in and out of the area each acting as the boy had, attempting to win her favor and have some fun for the evening, and each getting tossed out without a single sound. No one in the building seemed deterred though.
It was as though this was the normal way things happened. As each new song played the patrons of the bar seemed to be more excited, for this was no ordinary place, the women who graced her stage we known not only for the sexiness of their bodies or the moves they would preform each dance, they were known for the intensity they portrayed with each look, a trait that Mari praised over all others, to dance for her you needed not only the perfect set of breasts and the tightest ass you needed the darkest and deepest eyes. Most nights that the owner of this establishment sat in her little corner she was joined by her prize dancers tonight however she sat alone, a sign that something was to come of this evening.
With another sip from her glass, the crimson of the supposed wine stained her lips. She smirked and licked them slowly, still scanning the room with her emerald eyes.
