Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
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Again with the same answer. He didn't drink. Did she believe him? No, not really. But, she had no other facts to fall onto to prove the man a liar. So, unfortunately, Khepri was stuck believing his words. Or well, taking them at face value, to be more precise. And, while she was still rather puzzled by his conquering the drunken giant earlier, the location of his workplace had poked her intrigue. The fifteenth arrondissement? The location for a plethora of business firms and such. Could he have been a businessman? He had the attire that suited one. And from what television and movies painted them to be, most of them seemed to enjoy drinks after a day's work. So, it was certainly a possibility. But, that didn't seem right. At least, intuition told her otherwise. [break][break] So, if it wasn't business. Then what could it have b—"!?" Eyes flickered down. Watching as his palm hovered over her own. A foreign object raveling about her wrist. Magic. Could that have been how he came out on top earlier? Brows furrowed, head rising and hues fixating upon the male that stood in front of her. "Makes sense..." she couldn't help but chuckle. Could he have been an onlooker to her little spectacle? No. That couldn't be. She had made sure there were no eyes in sight. And, it happened in the female bathroom at that. He must have spotted the stain on her skirt. No matter. With no evidence, she could still walk away from this unscathed. [break][break] "Observant." Khepri rolled her hues in disinterest. "If you must know, it happens to be that time of the mo—" Eyes widened, "!!" There was a burning sensation that formed against the surface of her skin. Against her wrist, where the odd creation formed. No. The pain wasn't just at the surface. It seemed to have seeped into her skin. Sending a crippling surge of intense pain throughout. "Wh-what... is this?" It hurt. It stung. It was breathe-taking. Her teeth grit together, a snarl ensued as she turned her eyes towards the stranger. [break][break] "What are you doing?" As if it were a defense mechanism, a wisp of pink began to emit from her body. Encircling the air about the two. "Get this thing off of me." Brows continued to furrow. Knitting close together. The horrid sting still prevalent. A tug of her wrist ensued, hoping to shake the band, or whatever it was, off of her person. [break][break] Just her luck. A vigilante running wild. Wait... the fifteenth arrondissement... could he have been...? "I was handling my business."
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Recruiting help outside of the agency would surely give her an edge. Having an arsenal of tricks and styles that weren't taught to the masses would make her more of a catch. An asset among the countless liabilities that laid in waiting. And, even if it meant throwing a few extra euros out there, so be it. The turn around rate would be marvelous. Landing roles and spots in dance numbers would easily pay for the impromptu lessons with the new instructor she found on a whim. It was a sign from above... or below, whichever had helped her. More so the latter than the former, she reasoned. An act of witchery at it's finest for sure. It was just a simple outing, taking head to the upcoming talents of New Paris. However, instead of simply leaving like the audience around her, there was something special about him. She had to meet him in a more intimate setting. [break][break] So, she made her way to him. Inquiring about a dance lesson. Private. Khepri couldn't have any of the others around. They'd easily get the same idea and ask for his help. And, while she was prepared to charm him, he easily agreed. Money talked. But to agree so quickly to a stranger? What a kind soul. Disgusting. But, with her own distaste for overtly kind individuals aside, she thanked him for his time and took off. Readying herself for the day to come. Surely, he wouldn't know too much more than what she already had been taught, right? [break][break] White bodysuit with red trim, a pair of red joggers that hung low at the waist. And white canvas shoes. Her hair had been tied into a high ponytail and a duffle bag was situated at her shoulder as she stepped up to the studio's building. Double checking to make sure it was not affiliated with the agency, Khepri gave a nod and entered the building. Head craning about at the interior as she continued strolling onward. In search of a familiar head of blond hair. Peeking in and out of doors until she found the correct room. [break][break] The music was a large help. And, there would be the same male from before. Seemingly ready to get down to business and let the rhythm get to him. "Thank you for waiting for me. And, for taking time out of your day for a private lesson." Sneakers carried her inside of the room, her bag soon falling to the floor. "Mhm," she nodded in acknowledgement. "The directions you gave were spot on." [break][break] Her body made it's way to the floor, legs spread and stretching ensued. "I don't think I introduced myself at your performance." After the floor stretches had concluded, the maiden rose to her feet and began twisting her upper body until a satisfying pop ensued. "Khepri Skullark, pleasure to, formally, meet you." She shot the male a smile of warmth, extending her hand outward towards him.
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Hands gripped at her shoulders and grey hues stared back onward into purple variants. He gave her a nod, accepting the challenge laid in front of him. And in response, the purple-haired maiden gave him a grin and matching nod. Khepri rose from his lap, taking a step to the side, fingers laced behind her back as she stood in waiting. How would he fair against the other? A man who, from first glance, seemed to be a regular at the bar. Larger in stature, muscles on display. This man could very well have been the resident drunkard of the place. His mannerisms could certainly attest to the assumption. But, then again, she had tossed her pheromone in the air, right? Maybe he was just an aggressive lover? Whatever the case may have been, the competition had begun and her thoughts about the large gentleman had been pushed to the back. [break][break] Glasses were filled with distilled liquid. Each man gripped the cylinder and tossed it up. Downing whatever was poured into its contents. Khepri, in intrigue, kept her hues fixated on the smaller male Julian. His stature in comparison to the other should have played a factor in this situation. She had already coined a scheme for her predicted outcome. There had already been blood on her hands this night. What was staining them once more going to hurt? It would certainly add excitement to the nigh—"!?" What? The larger man had seemed to stop moving. Head to the counter of the bar. Leaving... Julian the victor? [break][break] Her head craned over to the champion. He seemed, still very much aware of his surroundings. There was no slurring of his words, no stumble in his step or wobble in posture. How did he... never mind. It didn't matter. He had held up his end of the bargain, so it was only right that she did the same. It looked like he was going to be lucky for the night. "That you did," well, maybe he wouldn't be a waste of time. If it came down to it, she could just get rid of him too. Such an eventful night this was turning out to be. [break][break] "A deal's a deal. Shall we take our leave?" Her hand snaked forth, taking hold of the male's palm and moving him towards the exit. She gave his cohorts a wave before leading him out of the establishment. Huh, she garnered a thought. "I forgot to ask, where exactly do you and your coworkers work?" Heels clicked against the sidewalk as she began leading him down the streets. Lit well by the lamp posts scattered about. "Mm, it may be better if we take a taxi." A bench was spotted, and his body was motioned to follow her over to it. "I'm impressed you managed to down those shots so... effortlessly." [break][break] For someone nursing the glass of water, and claimed they didn't drink... it was suspicious. "Recovering alcoholic?" Just a guess. Khepri took a seat against the bench, underneath one of the lampposts. And, that's when she saw it. The stain at her skirt that could have only come from one thing. Mentally, she cursed. However, she maintained a calm demeanor. Placing her palms against the stain in a relaxed gesture. Shooting Julian a grin. "You don't seem the type to have flings like this. Are you sure this is what you want?" Keep a conversation going. Until she could coin means to clean this stain.
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Julian huh? "Pleasure to meet you, Julian." Her left leg rose, folding across her right. Cheek resting against the back of her palm while she gave him a stare of intrigue. Was it wise to give her real name to the stranger? A man who wanted to meet her under the sheets it seemed? He would just end up being another body. If he were lucky enough to make it that far. And, just as the men before, "Morrigan." he wouldn't be graced with her real name. For a plethora of reasons. The most prevalent that resided at the forefront, being that Khepri honestly didn't think him capable of making past bar talk. The more... muscular and aggressive gentleman was far more carnal in their desires. However, Julian seemed to be able to fend off the pheromone quite well. How interesting. Maybe his sobriety gave him an edge? Seeing as though the other men about the bar began reacting. Sniffing at the air, head craning towards Khepri's direction. [break][break] "Oh, right. By all means," fingers motioned the bartender over to her position. "Another round. This gentleman here," hand motioned towards the raven-haired male, "is paying for me. Such a sweetheart, right?" The bartender shot 'Julian' a glare, walking away to take hold of the glasses and begin fixing up another brew for the maiden. "Hm, wonder what that was about?" She turned to the kind stranger, giving him a shrug of faux ignorance. Feigning a facade of obliviousness. A facade that would soon shift as her index finger pointed behind him. "Looks like we have company." [break][break] A male of large stature and musculature began coming nearer the pair. Taking a stance rudely between the two. "wh-what're ya wastin' yer time with this guy fer?" Ah, a drunkard who had fallen victim to her magic. Of course. She could smell the liquor escaping every orifice of his leathery skin. A stranger to a proper moisturizer for sure. "He's actually quite entertaining. He's... different." Time to kick things up a notch. Just for fun. [break][break] She rose from her seat, heels clicking against the floor as she slipped around the larger man. Finding 'Julian's lap, and taking a seat against him. "You're not, jealous... are you?" Khepri surmised with a grin against her lips. Allowing more of the floral scent to waft from her body as she pressed closer to the male she sat atop of. "I'm actually thinking about taking him home with me~" The tips of her fingers softly caressed the chin of the raven haired male. Dragging slowly against his skin. "Though..." [break][break] head leaned inward, lips pressed against the male's ear. "Are you worth taking home with me, Julian~?" Head leaned away, the bartender returning with a less than polite manner of leaving the shot. The larger, muscular male staring onward in dismay. "H-him? Ova' m-me?? Yer kiddin! C'mere... y-you n' me buddy. I'll outdrink ya for her!" Ohoho a challenge~? Khepri's face lit up with a childlike joy, turning to face Julian after the challenge had been posted. "You'll win for me, won't you?"
[attr="class","solonotes"]i'm soooo sorry for making you wait this long!! /weeps into the void/ but that totally works! the ability's potency at the start is totally up to the target!
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Quite determined on avoiding alcohol this guy. His drive was certainly to be commended. And as he continued speaking with her, divulging his reasoning from leaving the comfort and safety of his group in lieu of being pulled into her personal field of gravity, Khepri couldn't help but giggle in amusement. A full-fledged snicker, even. "You're serious?" He wanted to spend the night? With her? Was he even capable of keeping up if things escalated? His low energy, lethargic manner of speech had already pegged him as some form of turtle-being in the female's eyes. Or, maybe a sloth, was a more accurate spirit animal to place him with? Either way, her curiosity had been sufficiently piqued in regards to his motives. She caught his eye, and he wanted to spend the night huh... [break][break] maybe he just needed a little... push? [break][break] Perhaps she could be of assistance. This could easily have been the poor man trying to step outside of his comfort zone and live a little, so to speak. However, if he wasn't in the market for liquid courage, he would certainly need some form of an edge. To keep anyone entertained, not just Khepri. Luckily for him, there was a trump card that resided within the maiden's sleeve. "You should try being a little more assertive," the purplette began, "though, I suppose your manners are a nice change of pace. Especially in a bar full of drunkards. Helps you stand out. It's not every day a sober man wants to spend the night. And actually has his wits about him to ask." Her glass was held, swirled about her possession allowing the cubes of ice to clink softly against the container. [break][break] "What about your 'co-workers'?" Index finger pointed towards the group, in hopes his head would crane over once more. Regardless of whether he chose to or not, a wisp of pink would begin to swirl about the female's feet. Rising upward from the floor and soon spreading into the air about the interior of the bar. An aroma of sparkling fruits and feminine floralcy overpowered the once prominent smell of the bar. All the while, Khepri's facial features remained unscathed. Keeping her low lid gaze and a cheeky grin. Watching and waiting for a reaction. In not just this male, but the others about the bar. "I'm sure they're relying on you to get them home in one piece." Sober friend, designated driver, mom friend. All appropriate titles for the raven-haired male. "Also," [break][break] she exhaled, blowing a wisp of pink towards him, "I don't even know your name." Eyelashes batted in his direction. The cogs within her mind had begun turning. A plan to see how willing this stranger was to spend a night with her. And... maybe cause a little commotion about the bar. But, that would just be icing on the cake.
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"Bar hopping's pretty common in single folk." Khepri interjected, "or well, so I thought." She had lost count of how many single men and women she met in various bars. And, if it wasn't the bar, she certainly found them in abundance at a club. Bodies a plenty. Dancing and crashing into one another. That seemed like the breeding ground for singles and their mating rituals. No matter how lewd they tended to be. But, she digressed. "Though I suppose it's more common to come with a friend? Or maybe a group of them?" Index finger pointed towards the stranger's group of intoxicated companions while she motioned for another sip of her own glass. Savoring the flavor, relishing the subtle burn as it traveled down her throat. Khepri had no intentions of getting drunk tonight, and she planned on sticking to that notion. But a few drinks never hurt. Take the edge off. Possibly help her unwind from... such an eventful day and evening. [break][break] "Haha, you're silly. It's fine. Loosen up a little." Though, speaking of the evening, it seemed the raven-haired male was curious about the specifics of her 'date'. "Mm, average." She answered, index finger swirling about her glass as hues of disinterest scanned the bar. "It was a blind date, I guess. I hadn't met the man but once. And you could consider that in passing. All the same, I agreed to see him tonight. We met, shared a few stories, and then went separate ways." Her glass was retrieved and a swig of her liquor was taken. "That's how it usually goes. Not that I mind it too much. I'm not in the position to be actively searching." For several reasons. The top of the totem? Her career. [break][break] At least, that's what she told herself. Fame could fill the void with prestige, trinkets, and money. Khepri had her share of one-nighters. Those she kept in contact with briefly after the deed. But, it was an inevitable fate that they too would slowly disappear. Reasons varied. Mostly due to Khepri's schedule and her lack thereof will miss out on a chance to see herself in the spotlight. However, during the honeymoon phase, when she thought maybe she had a chance, everything was perfect. When it was good, it was so good. But when it was bad? Well, it was terrible. And she had grown used to the vicious cycle. Thinking on it made it all the easier to slay bodies in mass quantities. A stress reliever of sorts. [break][break] Ahh, what a life. [break][break] "So," finger pointed to his empty glass. "Going to get yourself another water? Or, are you just going to let me waste my money on your drink?" She tilted her head ever so slightly, a rather heathenistic grin curling at the corner of her lips. "That'd really hurt my feelings y'know?" Whether he fell for her very cheap and effortless guilt trip was moot. Khepri realigned and took the final sip from her glass. "Though, mind if I ask you something?" Seemed only fair that she received the chance to inquire after answering a query of his, right? "You seem very interested in my date earlier." [break][break] A brow rose, "why's that?"
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"Oh, I see." Khepri's head craned over once more. Giving the group of beings a more thorough look. Chuckling to herself before she turned back to face the raven haired male. "They seem like a blast, though. They're enjoying themselves." Or so it looked from the bar where she sat. From the manner and tone of the male that separated himself from them, she wondered if without the additive of alcohol; were they all bland and... quiet as well? She counted them off, soon imagining the group in entirety walking about at a leisurely pace. Soon, planting turtle shells onto their backs in her mind's eye. Amusing to say the least, it was a childish mental image that evoked a short chortle from the maiden before she took another sip of her drink. [break][break] Index finger pointing to the glass that he carried with him. "That's water, right?" She speculated. "Why don't you use that one free round for me, on yourself? Maybe you'll loosen up a bit?" Another sip of her drink was taken, "I can feel the stiffness coming from you. Smell it, too." Her glass was sat down, hand waving off the thought shortly after. "Then again, you're the responsible one in the group. I wouldn't want to ruin you helping your friends home later. Maybe next time?" Assuming they ever crossed paths again. With all of the bodies that littered New Paris, the chances of her bumping into a man that she had already assumed to prefer being at home in silence and solace, was quite slim. [break][break] Brows rose after he inquired of her agenda. A chuckle following. "I don't look a bar hopper to you?" That could be a compliment. Not appearing to be one of those loose women who stalk and prey on men at the bar. And, while she wasn't a loose woman in her own mind. She did prey on the inebriated. When it benefited her, of course. Khepri found herself far too busy to make a habit out of it. "I actually just left a date." Something like that, "it was... rather interesting." Her index finger rose, nail circling the rim of her now emptied glass. "I come here on occasion. I like the scenery. I seem to always meet a new person when I come too." She passed the stranger a smirk and wink combo. [break][break] "I take it you were dragged here? I can't really see someone like you frequenting this bar. Or... any bar, actually." Khepri mused, "no offense." With the bartender coming near, she would flag him down. "Another round. And, one for him too, please." Head craned to the male. "You can get the next round." With a nod, the bartender took to his station. Preparing two glasses of the brown liquid. Sliding them to the pair shortly after. "You're a doll, thank you so much~" Nimble digits coiled about the cold glass and rose it to her lips. Taking a considerable amount of it down in a quick gulp. [break][break] A sigh leaving her wettened lips after. Tongue snaking free to catch the remnants. Slowly dragging across full, sepia-toned lips. [break][break] "Take a sip~" she coerced the stranger, "fufu, it doesn't bite." She couldn't help but snicker, moving her glass aside for the moment. "So... what brought you over here anyway, hm~?" Could he have been a fan? Saw her in photographs? Maybe viewed her performing a dance routine? Acting in a part or commercial?
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Bright hues darted over to the sudden sound of rambunctious drunkards. She had taken notice to the group prior. Well, skimmed them, to be precise. She took no time in counting the number of them or committing any of their features to memory. They were just drunkards at a bar. An everyday occurrence that, if they kept their distance, didn't bother her. Drunken men were easy prey, though. Batting eyelashes and a few subtle touches would make them malleable dough in her palms. Free drinks and some form of conversation if she were lucky. The art of deciphering through slurred words, while a skill she obtained long ago, was tedious. Especially if the drunkard was just a meaningless body. Had he carried some importance? Then, the story would be different. Nonetheless, she turned her head away from the group and fixated her hues upon her glass that had been placed in front of her. And, with a nod, she thanked the bartender and rose the chilled glass to her lips for a small sip. [break][break] It was then from peripheral view, she saw one of the men from the group prior rise from his seat. Of course, she thought nothing of it. He could very well have needed to visit the restroom or something to that effect. Although by his lack thereof stagger and sway in his movements, Khepri quickly moved to deduce that he was either the designated driver of the bunch or the "mom" friend. Babysitting a shot while his companions drowned themselves in the devil's juice. Smart man. However, it seemed as though the smart man in question, had decided to come closer to her. Going so far as to take the seat next to her. "By all means," she acknowledged. "How kind of you. Far be it for me to deny a free drink from a kind gentleman." Lids lowered, giving the male a once over. [break][break] "I accept." [break][break] The glass she held in tow currently, would then be brought back to her lips and a sip would be taken from the brown, distilled liquid. "Nervous?" Head craned towards him. "You don't seem to be anywhere near as intoxicated as your... friends," head nudged towards them. "Not a fan of bars?" Assumptions all forming from his manner of speech. The pauses he took and the care in his questioning before taking the seat next to her. Sure, he could have just been raised to be as chivalrous as possible. But, Khepri had a hunch his... typewriter like speech pattern was some form of a social anxiety making itself known. [break][break] Oh, how adorable. [break][break] "Were your friends a little too loud and rowdy for you?" Her left leg rose, crossing over her right before an elbow propped itself against the bartop. Her chin propping onto her open palm while her hues continued bearing into the body and being of the male. The fingers of her free hand cusping the rim of her glass. Twirling it about in circles as the cubes of ice subtly smacked against the glass.
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Five female hopefuls. Each sat against the comfy couches of a talent agency waiting room. Three on one couch, another having pulled their chair up to the couch. And the final female sitting in a chair to herself. A packet held in manicured digits, black print being read, remembered, etched in cerebral stone. The role was dynamic, sure to put any new actress on the road to stardom. Several hopefuls had already tasted disappointment's bitterness. One by one, they came into the office. The door opened, and they stepped back. Moments later, they walked out. Empty handed. Fighting the tears that pricked at their hues. She wouldn't end up like them. This was her calling. She had come too far to fall so easily to the wayside. When the door of fate opened, all five girls stood and strut back into the unknown. [break][break] One by one, the females read their lines and waited for judgment. One female, two female, three female, four. The facial expressions of the council behind a folded table had yet to falter. Not a single crack in their blasé exteriors. Not a dent in their colde countenance. They sat statuesquely. Bidding the hopefuls goodbye and motioning for the next. That is until the fifth hopeful stepped in. Her posture and presence gave the allure of a seasoned veteran in the battlefield for parts and lines. Sharp hues examined the judges before her. Honing into one in particular. He seemed to be the youngest. Though, she had seen his face prior. An up and coming actor. [break][break] Target acquired. [break][break] As she began belting the lines of the script, a pink whisp like mist began to emanate from her presence. Coating the room in an aroma of sparkling fruits and a feminine floralcy. Hints of marshmallow smelled about the room. And then... she left. The seed had been planted, now, it was to be nourished. [break][break] The sun began its gradual decline and a phone call was given. An invitation to meet at a bar. With none other than the female's previous target. Of course, she agreed after the game of cat and mouse met its end. But alas, there was a small hang up. To of the other hopeful actresses were invited as well. But no matter. Anything worth having required... sacrifices of some sort. So, she dolled herself up. Hair out with ends brushing the small of her back, headband in place. A white off the shoulder blouse, exposed a model's figure. Black mini skirt with a silver zipper decorating the front. And heels. Thin. Gold. Heels. Her ears were adorned with a sole golden ankh earring and her neck painted gold with a gold choker. With thin gold body chains about her frame as she strolled to the rendezvous point. [break][break] The other females arrived in unison with her herself. Then, came the man of the hour. the four walked into the bar. And the drinks were given. Three of the four took to downing the poison with abandon. While one watched and waiting. Within a moment, an aroma danced about the bodies. And the three found themselves ill. The Two darted towards the restroom, while one found their head down against the bar. The sober of the group took to aiding the one that opted out of heading towards the porcelain thrones. Once they came back around, the sober was thanked for their kindness. Given a date to return for a follow-up audition, the sober helped the other out of the bar. Turning their attention towards the restroom. They entered. And in a matter of seconds, exited. In turn, leaving the bar. [break][break] "Secured." Khepri's eyes opened, drying her hands and looking to her reflection. She relieved those moments as she washed her hands. Seeing the faces of those females, the actor, and then the two as she struck them down within the restroom of the bar. Magic made such things a breeze. No residual blood to pin her to the crime. And with the lack thereof cameras in a bar chosen for "privacy" it made the deed all the easier. "Shame. They didn't produce star seeds either." she lamented with a subtle shrug of her shoulders. Maybe if they sipped their drinks instead of downing them, they could have called for aid. Or... maybe if they were doomed the moment she walked in? [break][break] Who knows. [break][break] What she did know, is that now she could enjoy the rest of her night in a much more befitting bar. Le Syndicat. Khepri exited the restroom and took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink and examining the interior of the bar. Having been so proud of her deed, so sure in securing the role... she hadn't noticed the stain against her skirt...
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RANK: ★☆☆☆☆ [break] CLASS: Corrupted [break] [break] SP. SKILL: [ SPLASH LABIDO ] — To have the world wrapped about your little finger is your desire? Then your skill shall make it so. A pheromone with a pinkish tint that smells of sparkling fruits and a feminine floralcy passionately spun with musks, woods, and an addictive hint of marshmallow. Upon reaching the nose of the victim(s), it induces love, passion, and desire for you in them. Although the pheromone works in a manner persuasion instead of an instant affliction, the longer your target(s) stays within the smell, the more potent the persuasion. But, it is still only just a pheromone. And as such, it is susceptible to the wind and water upon activation and can be escaped from if your target(s) flee. Those who can not smell your pheromone, are not affected either. Though adversely, those with a heightened sense of smell are much easier targets.
INVENTORY
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WEAPONRY
NAME: name your weapon?[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: describe your weapon.[break]
TRANSFORMATION
APPEARANCE: Describe your transformation. An image(s) is/are most certainly welcomed as well.
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TIRO FINALE: name your ability?[break] DESCRIPTION: describe your ability.[break]
ABILITIES
NAME: SHADOW BLADE[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: This technique carries two functions. 1.) Purple magical energy surrounds her nails and they then begin to glow of a matching purple color. After the swipe of her palm, the magic energy flies forth from her nails in the form of "blades" of the same color. Zipping through the air, the blades of energy seek to impale or cut their target(s). The blades after being fired can shift in size. However, they can only shift proportionally with the ability's rank. Meaning, the lower the rank, the thinner the blades are when fired. 2.) Purple energy surrounds her nails similarly to the first variation. However, instead of firing off blades of energy, she extends her fingertips into deadly blades. Useful for impaling, cutting, and slashing. The higher it's rank, the more material she can easily impale. As well as more damage caused by cuts, slashes, and etc.[break]
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NAME: PARASITE TEMPEST[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: A pheromone with a purplish tint that smells of a dark, sensual, and light accord. The dark accord includes poisonous flower Belladonna and incense, which evolve into the sensual and opulent wave of honey drops, saffron, and apricot. A floral veil of Samba jasmine and tiger orchid. The pheromone, upon reaching the nose of the victim(s), induces a wave of crippling nausea and dizziness. The misleading smell works by exposure. The longer one stays within the smell, the more severe nausea, and dizziness they will suffer. The pheromone is susceptible to the wind and water upon activation and can be escaped from if fled from. Those who cannot smell the pheromone, are not affected.[break]
((scroll to the bottom for a tldr)) [break][break] For as long as she could remember, she had always enjoyed being in the limelight. Looking out towards those with smiles on their faces as she performed some act of entertainment. Even if it was simply the plush animals she sat in seats, she loved an audience, she craved an audience. She was talented, she knew it. But she needed the world to know it. So she made a decision. To become one of those women that the younger girls looked up to. She would take the stage, the walkway, whatever platform; and shine bright enough to illuminate the walkway for the next generations to follow. And Khepri would stop at nothing until she obtained it. [break][break] After begging and pleading, her parents enrolled her in a school for the performing arts. Alongside her reading, writing, and arithmetic, there were classes that focused on artistry, skills, and talents. The workload was heavy, but she refused to fall behind. All around her, her classmates came from well-off families. They had an edge. They had money she didn't have access to. And it only took a second to realize you would need money to make it here. So, she began manipulating the weaker minded. The boys who found her attractive with dollars in their pockets waiting to be blown. She used them. The instructors, she fabricated believable stories that would give her time on assignments. And best of all, she took to spells and hexes. [break][break] While studying for a role, Khepri fell in love with the stories of witches and their deeds. Even as a young girl, she always believed magic existed. So having a seemingly endless supply of witch stories only furthered her notion that magic, was as real as she herself was. So, spells were cast. To ensure her performances went swimmingly. Hexes to handicap the others. But it wasn't enough. [break][break] She manipulated harder. Casts spells of more vicious potency. Grabbing all the needed materials and laying them in circles about her dorm room floor. She couldn't fail! It just wasn't an option! That's when it happened. A voice called forth. Promising her everything she wanted. For the price of her allegiance to a higher being. Without a second thought, she agreed. However, the voice tested her loyalty. She had to provide sacrifices. A no-brainer. So, while on vacation, Khepri returned home. And from there, she provided two... rather un-willing... sacrifices to the higher being. [break][break] Power was granted. Power to make the competition... disappear, if need be. To make anyone disappear. This was the edge she deserved. She was unbeatable. She had the skill, the body, the face, and the magic. The world was her oyster, and she planned to snatch every pearl viable from it. [break][break]
TLDR
[break] • Of English, Egyptian, and French descent.[break] • Speaks with a twinge of a British accent.[break] • Had been dancing and modeling since she was a toddler. Picked up a love for witchcraft soon after.[break] • Wanted nothing more than have her skills recognized, and to perform for the masses.[break] • Gave up all that was asked for the ability and power to become the best.[break] • Began "lessening" her competition with her newfound power.[break] • Will stop at nothing to maintain on top.
RANK: ★☆☆☆☆ [break] CLASS: Corrupted [break] [break] SP. SKILL: [ ODD EYE ] — You've used your looks in tandem with a silver tongue and wit to get what you wanted. Now that you've been corrupted, your magic will aid you in furthering such pursuits. But, not by conventional means. Your right eye has shifted to a black sclera. And, aside from looking... well... odd; it comes with an ability. Those who see your right eye will suddenly fall victim to its magic. Inducing love, passion, and desire in them for you no matter their gender, race, or species. There are of course, a few clauses. One is that after eye contact is established, you must keep them in your line of sight for the effects to remain. The moment you no longer see them, the effect wears off. Two, your skill is always active. An eyepatch will do the trick, even hair. But you can never turn it off. Three, after the effects have worn off, your victims will recall the feelings they once had. Good luck explaining that!
INVENTORY
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WEAPONRY
NAME: name your weapon?[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: describe your weapon.[break]
TRANSFORMATION
APPEARANCE: Describe your transformation. An image(s) is/are most certainly welcomed as well.
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TIRO FINALE: name your ability?[break] DESCRIPTION: describe your ability.[break]
ABILITIES
NAME: SOUL SPARK[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: After extending his arm and hand outward, bright purple energy gushes forth from his palm and floats into the air. The energy then shifts into orbs of a matching purple hue and color. Soon after, the orbs take on the shapes of bats. Now in this form, Nico fires them forth towards his target(s). The energy bats then hone into their intended targets and on contact, attempt to explode. Though this skill is used primarily to cause concussive damage. The wings of the bat creations are capable of causing cuts. The bats themselves can be dispelled by being hit with a skill of matching or stronger rank. And of course, they are dodgeable. After they have been fired, there is no means of controlling their trajectory at Nico's current rank. The skill can be completed by a quicker summoning of the bats and firing them off as well.[break]
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NAME: PARASITE TEMPEST[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: A pheromone with a purplish tint that smells of a dark, sensual, and light accord. The dark accord includes poisonous flower Belladonna and incense, which evolve into the sensual and opulent wave of honey drops, saffron, and apricot. A floral veil of Samba jasmine and tiger orchid. The pheromone, upon reaching the nose of the victim(s), induces a wave of crippling nausea and dizziness. The misleading smell works by exposure. The longer one stays within the smell, the more severe nausea, and dizziness they will suffer.[break]
((scroll to the bottom for a tldr)) [break][break] There's something oh so gratifying about being at the top of the food chain. In any aspect. But, there's something even more so satisfying about doing so when the odds were against you. From humble beginnings, Nico Dashiel O'Garro had been the offspring of a rocky relationship. His mother and father stayed together for the sake of besting loneliness. The spark of love died for them so long ago. But they assumed a child would help them rekindle said spark. [break][break] It didn't. Instead, it brought strain. Being the final straw that broke the camel's back. Separation, divorce, and relocation. Nico moved onward to live the rest of his days with his mother while his father's whereabouts are still to this day, unknown. It didn't concern a young Nico too much. The lack there of parental figure did nothing to stop his educational pursuits. He grew older, and watched the children around him enjoy their happy families. Specifically speaking, the objects two income gaining parents could provide. [break][break] He deserved those things. He would get them. [break][break] Using his intellect for deeds that were less than stellar, he began manipulating. It started with schoolmates. Weaving sob stories of a lost father and poverty. Then, it moved onward to distant family members on his father's side. Using the leverage of being forgotten, and tossed aside as his trump card. It worked. It wasn't just money he gained either, various items appeared. And he hid them well. [break][break] But it still wasn't enough. He needed more. [break][break] He had been privy to blogs and social media. He could do this. He had personality. So he started. First he took pictures, gained followers. Then, came the creation of his blog, 'Dashing!★' Where he spoke on trends, food, games, music; anything and everything. Including his own personal likes and dislikes. Which prompted comments. Comments, that he took advantage of. Wish-lists were created, readers and others bought him things. They found him on apps, and he entertained them. Sucking them dry and leaving no trace of his malicious ways after he tossed them. [break][break] This was easy. Taking advantage of the feeble. There had to be another way to do so, right? Right. He created a partner site. 'Dashing!!★★' One where he could try out this 'camming' thing. For a fee, he shared a password with buyers. And they were led to the site. And there he made more money. Gained more games, manga, toys, figures! He had struck gold! And soon, is mother would leave Paris and her son behind. Allowing him to live his life of debauchery to the fullest. [break][break]
TLDR
[break] • French, English, and West African[break] • Fluent in English, French, and Jamaican Patois (has a British accent)[break] • Graphic Design Major at St. Elbandia University (minor in business)[break] • Blogger for 'Dashing!★'[break] • Cam-boy for 'Dashing!!★★'[break] • Man-eater. Professional Sugar baby. Harlot.
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