Post by Kauria on Sept 16, 2011 20:00:01 GMT -5
Name: Vindarell, sometimes referred to by nickname "Lucy," from the traditional "Lucifer".
Classification: Demon of Pride
Gender: Sexless, but goes by she/her pronouns. Don't call Vindarell a "he" unless you're looking for trouble.
Rank: Prince of Hell
Circle: Superbia
Age: One of the youngest current princes, only about a thousand years old.
Theme song: Cirque du Soleil - Pageant
Personality:
-Vindarell is a snobbish prince with a deep-rooted sense of tradition and a permanent stick up her rear. Hates jokes.
-One of the least powerful princes, due both to her relative age and an utter refusal to rely on others. She'll find some excuse to join in with the other princes, however, if the majority manages to agree on something. Hell forbid that anyone think she's trying to fit in, though.
-She is still the most openly powerful demon in her circle despite her age.
-For all her uptightness, Vindarell exudes a constant air of complete confidence. She will rarely ever change her mind about something once her opinion's set. Directly telling her she's wrong is a pretty good way to get yourself killed. As a result, most of her advisors tend to be incredibly tactful negotiators.
-And a good thing, too, since Vindarell usually doesn't like to speak face-to-face with some of the other princes in order to better snub them. She often sends her close aides instead, since they have a good understanding of what she wants.
Appearance:
-Appearance-wise, Vindarell possesses an enchantment that causes those who look upon her to see a splendid member of their own race, frequently tall and elegant. These forms are always colored or adorned with either a scheme of silver and purple or black and gold, depending on which will stand out more in her surroundings. She sometimes slings on a halo or other religious symbolism when it suits her fancy.
-If one were to touch her, however, he or she would feel a creature entirely unlike what they saw. True citizens of Hell (demons and the like) may see Vindarell's true form beneath the magic, a smooth-skinned and near-faceless humanoid capable of towering over most others. A third eye lies tucked beneath her chin, watching those too unimportant to receive a glance, and a shifting array of antlers and horns lie swept back from her face. (That's about the bare minimum of horns she'll have on at any given time.)
-She freely moves about Superbia in physical form to check up on things.
-If Vindarell drops to all fours to move faster, her limbs stretch slightly to accommodate and a ribbed set of spines scissors up along her back.
-In times of battle, though she almost never lowers herself to the point of engaging directly, Vindarell strips away the enchantment and switches to her one other chosen physical form— a dragon. Though the change is more for the sake of morale, it also comes in handy in a pinch.
Circle:
-The circle of Superbia is a massive and faintly futuristic city system that changes appearance as frequently as its prince does, usually in a twelve-hour cycle. By "day," its streets are paneled with polished glass, providing the full reflection of everyone who walks down them. The buildings and spires are glistening silver-white, royal purple twisting through their designs. At "night," though, the city flickers into deepest black for a moment, and then lines of golden light appear on every edge, sometimes curling into moving mosaics on the largest surfaces. The effect produced is that of walking through a city of ghostly outlines, though the citizens of Superbia are often even more active in these hours. There are quite a few night markets that simply vanish into thin air come day, only to return in the next cycle.
-Although its size makes it difficult to tell, Superbia is separated into a gigantic series of different levels, like tiers on a cake.
-The uppermost rings are home to the highest citizens of Superbia, and guests will often need invitations to access them.
-The outermost ring, while greatest in circumference, is almost claustrophobically thin and barred with twisted metal gates. The most unfortunate souls end up stashed here. High-ranking demons sometimes like to make "field trips" to simply come and sneer at them.
-There is an extremely active undercity beneath the streets of the higher rings, providing unrestricted passage to the other levels and home to the black market. Although often not on the best of terms with Vindarell, many of its denizens like to emerge during Superbia's night.
-Punishment is frequently delivered for the most petty of reasons, either swiftly and privately, or for larger "crimes," the offender may be publicly humiliated and tortured. Citizens of Superbia are jerks.
-Politeness is a handy way to veil threats and insults. Anything else is seen as weakness.
-Staring contests have a tendency to break out in the middle of the street.
The rest of Hell:
-Vindarell dislikes most of the other princes. She's actually been on pretty good terms with the Prince of Wrath in the past, but a chance for power is a chance for power, and if the others try to grab it, she can't just let them take it all.
-Citizens of Superbia tend to look down on those of Invidia, and Vindarell herself is just generally not fond of the attitude going on in Luxuria. Not the best of buddies with Mister Asmodeus there.
Other:
-It takes Vindarell all day to transition properly from "normal" form to her dragon form, but she can change back almost instantly,
-She's pretty much full of contradictions, but hates hypocrisy. See?
-Likes to keep people waiting. If invoked by a suitably powerful caster, Vindarell may wait any time from an hour to a full day before appearing. She's . . . not often summoned.
-Her skin feels a bit like cloth, slightly velvety.
-Utterly loathes and despises being insulted in any way, though a millennium of practice means she can hide it pretty well.
-Her third eye is one of those big, round, ugly mommas you'd expect to see on the walls of a cursed temple. It's meant to creep people out.
-Can use what is vaguely characterized as magic. This mostly involves the ability to move things without being bothered to touch or even look at them.Uuuuse the foooooorce.
Classification: Demon of Pride
Gender: Sexless, but goes by she/her pronouns. Don't call Vindarell a "he" unless you're looking for trouble.
Rank: Prince of Hell
Circle: Superbia
Age: One of the youngest current princes, only about a thousand years old.
Theme song: Cirque du Soleil - Pageant
Personality:
-Vindarell is a snobbish prince with a deep-rooted sense of tradition and a permanent stick up her rear. Hates jokes.
-One of the least powerful princes, due both to her relative age and an utter refusal to rely on others. She'll find some excuse to join in with the other princes, however, if the majority manages to agree on something. Hell forbid that anyone think she's trying to fit in, though.
-She is still the most openly powerful demon in her circle despite her age.
-For all her uptightness, Vindarell exudes a constant air of complete confidence. She will rarely ever change her mind about something once her opinion's set. Directly telling her she's wrong is a pretty good way to get yourself killed. As a result, most of her advisors tend to be incredibly tactful negotiators.
-And a good thing, too, since Vindarell usually doesn't like to speak face-to-face with some of the other princes in order to better snub them. She often sends her close aides instead, since they have a good understanding of what she wants.
Appearance:
-Appearance-wise, Vindarell possesses an enchantment that causes those who look upon her to see a splendid member of their own race, frequently tall and elegant. These forms are always colored or adorned with either a scheme of silver and purple or black and gold, depending on which will stand out more in her surroundings. She sometimes slings on a halo or other religious symbolism when it suits her fancy.
-If one were to touch her, however, he or she would feel a creature entirely unlike what they saw. True citizens of Hell (demons and the like) may see Vindarell's true form beneath the magic, a smooth-skinned and near-faceless humanoid capable of towering over most others. A third eye lies tucked beneath her chin, watching those too unimportant to receive a glance, and a shifting array of antlers and horns lie swept back from her face. (That's about the bare minimum of horns she'll have on at any given time.)
-She freely moves about Superbia in physical form to check up on things.
-If Vindarell drops to all fours to move faster, her limbs stretch slightly to accommodate and a ribbed set of spines scissors up along her back.
-In times of battle, though she almost never lowers herself to the point of engaging directly, Vindarell strips away the enchantment and switches to her one other chosen physical form— a dragon. Though the change is more for the sake of morale, it also comes in handy in a pinch.
Circle:
-The circle of Superbia is a massive and faintly futuristic city system that changes appearance as frequently as its prince does, usually in a twelve-hour cycle. By "day," its streets are paneled with polished glass, providing the full reflection of everyone who walks down them. The buildings and spires are glistening silver-white, royal purple twisting through their designs. At "night," though, the city flickers into deepest black for a moment, and then lines of golden light appear on every edge, sometimes curling into moving mosaics on the largest surfaces. The effect produced is that of walking through a city of ghostly outlines, though the citizens of Superbia are often even more active in these hours. There are quite a few night markets that simply vanish into thin air come day, only to return in the next cycle.
-Although its size makes it difficult to tell, Superbia is separated into a gigantic series of different levels, like tiers on a cake.
-The uppermost rings are home to the highest citizens of Superbia, and guests will often need invitations to access them.
-The outermost ring, while greatest in circumference, is almost claustrophobically thin and barred with twisted metal gates. The most unfortunate souls end up stashed here. High-ranking demons sometimes like to make "field trips" to simply come and sneer at them.
-There is an extremely active undercity beneath the streets of the higher rings, providing unrestricted passage to the other levels and home to the black market. Although often not on the best of terms with Vindarell, many of its denizens like to emerge during Superbia's night.
-Punishment is frequently delivered for the most petty of reasons, either swiftly and privately, or for larger "crimes," the offender may be publicly humiliated and tortured. Citizens of Superbia are jerks.
-Politeness is a handy way to veil threats and insults. Anything else is seen as weakness.
-Staring contests have a tendency to break out in the middle of the street.
The rest of Hell:
-Vindarell dislikes most of the other princes. She's actually been on pretty good terms with the Prince of Wrath in the past, but a chance for power is a chance for power, and if the others try to grab it, she can't just let them take it all.
-Citizens of Superbia tend to look down on those of Invidia, and Vindarell herself is just generally not fond of the attitude going on in Luxuria. Not the best of buddies with Mister Asmodeus there.
Other:
-It takes Vindarell all day to transition properly from "normal" form to her dragon form, but she can change back almost instantly,
-She's pretty much full of contradictions, but hates hypocrisy. See?
-Likes to keep people waiting. If invoked by a suitably powerful caster, Vindarell may wait any time from an hour to a full day before appearing. She's . . . not often summoned.
-Her skin feels a bit like cloth, slightly velvety.
-Utterly loathes and despises being insulted in any way, though a millennium of practice means she can hide it pretty well.
-Her third eye is one of those big, round, ugly mommas you'd expect to see on the walls of a cursed temple. It's meant to creep people out.
-Can use what is vaguely characterized as magic. This mostly involves the ability to move things without being bothered to touch or even look at them.
*bricked* 