-Good Omens


Basics
Name: "While you may call me what you wish, there is but one name that would procure my face. Maya: it is... Pretty enough. Appropriate enough."
Aliases: "That Bitch," mostly!
Gender: Female enough to notice from the corner of one's eye, not female enough to rant on and on about Elizabeth Cady Stanton. ((Don't kill me!))
Species: Demon; milf succubus.
Voice: Uma Thurman; which is weiiiird seeing as I always sorta hated Uma. Yet some quality in her voice fits very well, as do her looks, expressions and gestures. All we need to do is put a mild slow-mo filter over her, haha. Less I'm happy to be here! than the interview, but perfectly sociable nonetheless.
She speaks both flippantly and with solid intentions, sometimes within the same sentence. How she does it, I don't know. Her voice is an oozing thing, slipping from her lips like wisps of smoke, becoming tangible--horrifically tangible--only when its tightly wrapped about your neck. The skeptical can save themselves or force her to result to more brutish techniques in capturing them, but the gullible... ah, well. We'll miss you.
Maya will adopt a very sudden high pitch when she's amused or angry, which can be off-putting if you've gotten used to her regular way talking.
Equipment: N/A, though that isn't to say she has no hands with which to pick up objects. She'll grab something she deems useful, toss it away just as easily. What did you expect to find here, car keys?


Appearance
Physical Description: One of red hair and red nails--but one may note the crow's feet soon after all that. Her skin is pale beneath her shower curtain hair no really, shit's long, though it can shorten retreat into her skull like dust up a vacuum cleaner, when necessary with nary a demure blush to be found. She is like a new corpse, though naturally not to the point of being unattractive: after learning that some societies consider fair skin to be a sign of nobility and good upbringing, and she's used her color to her advantage. Still, it remains off-putting to most. Her cheekbones are huge, her nose is notable, her lips are dark, and her irises shiver when forced to shift in hue. She's a thin woman; a bizarro Greek beauty, shape-wise. She's got the desirable form of a magazine model, without the desirable part. Maya has no fancy camera angles or photoshopped, glossy finish to enhance her body, merely the body in itself. The succubus is thin in the way a man is thin--obviously not eating enough for every other grandmother's liking, obviously not a frequent gym-hitter. While she's not with a stretched quality, she's quite skeletal. There are no apparent rib or spine protrusions, but a jaded mortal would be sure to look for them.
Mannerisms: Maya will easily twist her wrists and flick her fingers, in thought, in speech. She blinks at a glacial, cat-like rate, and never moves her lips too quickly for another to study every inflection, every purse, every frown. Small, small traits of subdued grace consistently remain with her, in the same way that a shotgun remains with the hunter even away from deer populations. Her mannerisms are tools to attain food, and little else. Who would a succubus have to impress? A succubus need only lure, need only feed. She carries herself weightlessly, not floating, but as if she does not move at all. It's a marvel that she gets from one spot to the other side of the street, you'll find, as her walk is more slithering than bobbing like an apple in water: Slow, determined, consistent undulations, one exposed leg in front of the other.
Wardrobe: Whatever suits the occasion! When wandering in the upperworld (where prancing about in your birthday clothes isn't smiled upon for some stupid reason) she'll mimic the garbs of the first few women that catch her eye. Still, there's a penchant for silk, and there's an aversion to pastel colors and cotton. When not wearing human clothes, she's not above draping a bedsheet around her breasts. She just really doesn't care what she wears until she needs to blend in, man.
Strengths: Of course, there's the succubus magic of shapeshifting, but she won't be... you know, turning into a dragon, so don't worry. She can change up her hair-do, maybe grow out some clothes, change up some bodily colors (such as eyes and lips), change up her bust size. She can't grow fangs, or make like a Wonder Twin and turn into a bucket of water. No, no, no, no Wonder Twins here. She also has basic mesmerization which, much like real life hypnosis, mainly works on those who WANT to fall under a spell. Resisting with all your might means she can't getcha. Humoring her though, even for a moment, that's when you're in trouble; you won't be able to break free too easily so long as she's physically touching you.
But is she dangerous? Ehh... yes and no; no different from you and me and a random selection from the local prison.
Weaknesses: She's not really physically combative at all. She has no formal weapon training, no magic karate know-how. Maya's not one to engage in a physical fight anyway, so when trouble brews, she chooses flight. Her personality flaws below can also be exploited, and that whole faith-based banishing thing? Yeah, that. That works. Lastly, she's not yet able to be buggered enough to do the really dastardly shit, which keeps her rank and prowess relatively rasonable.
Other: The barbed tail has a function and I'm not telling you what it is. The fact that she's a literal sex fiend ought to provide a few reasonable guesses. You won't find it swishing like a windmill, but it does bat about from the very tip.
Another succubine (shut up I like made up words) quality of hers is that hair. It's quite animate, even outside the ability to shorten its length to suit social norms. When threatened, what were small strands will twist and bound together to become thick coils--much thicker than a typical dreadlock do, and writhing. They are as functional as adept monkey tails and it does hurt to be slapped with one; but still, it's hair. Tentacular hair. A blade will likely get caught in it unless trying to SAW through due to the thickness of each coil, but it'll hurt if you tie it to a car bumper and start driving.
It does not grow longer than her ankles.


Personality
Demeanor: If she's not interested, you will know. Even when feigning curiosity, Maya has a subtle air of aloofness in relation to what you have to say, though she can be abruptly and inexplicably perky (ahem... unintentional double entendre) when touch comes into play. Even a shaking hand on her knee will have her looking like a child who's having the best birthday party ever. She feels no need to talk about herself, which makes her seem ~mysterious~. This is by no means intentional. She feels little need to share information with others, let alone information to do with herself, for she is a demon born and bred. Gain and self-interest are top priorities, and sharing seems to her more like losing something, which will not do at all. She won't necessarily feel inclined to share how she feels about the weather, only that the weather is doing something to her, such as raining and making her wet (... again, unintended double entendre). She's quick to point out things she wants, however, such as wanting to get somewhere dry.
Attitudes: Get under her skin, into the crevices of her brain, and you'll find someone very nitpicky. She's very good at making very big lists very fast. She can be more casual than she initially seems, appearing "less guarded." In truth, her times of flippant remarks are when she's most alert, paying close attention to every reaction. She's never really admired another being, and has never felt humbled (outside basic fear instincts)--leading to a bit of instinctive pride when evaluating another. She's never sarcastic or snarky, not even in secret, but she does have her fair share of belittling notations. Outward intrigue is often brought about through feeling intimidated.
Likes: Surviving, being squeezed, being stroked, silence (which is not the same as being alone), squishy humans, rose windows, Albrecht Dürer paintings.
Dislikes: Disadvantages, having long conversations, the tweeting of birds, when people yawn, being threatened, the work of Michelangelo, giggling, getting stabbed, getting shot, exploding.
Quirks: She'll most prefer being naked, less to show off her body and more to bathe in the atmosphere. By nature, she adores being touched, even if it's a breeze or the simmering of heat in place of groping fingers.
Flaws: Thoroughly self-centered and impatient to boot, so much so that she's limited her creativity in manipulating others. She's prone to seeking immediate gratification over planting mines and setting beartraps. In addition, Maya does not know of satisfaction or contentment, and can be endlessly gluttonous once convinced she can be confident about an arrangement.


How You Ended Up Here
"Ah..." The demon's lips remain parted, but gradually form a red smile. "Here? I walked.
"Didn't you, my love?"



General History
Once upon a time, Maya was a wild one. How many succubi weren't? She prowled in the nights, sleeping and suckling and wanting more, more, more.
Unlike many veteran succubi, Maya has had only one child: Cain. Cain was a good boy and is a good man, though his mother will disagree with this general consensus. Others see the med student as a reasonable man; good at modulating his finances, very polite, quite a handsome creature. Maya sees a weakling, a half-breed with holes in his chest, so very desperate for love, for acceptance, for living a life rather than eating one. (As he's not fully succubi, he gets on okay without doing the latter, able to find sufficient nourishment in regular food on a regular dinner table).
She raised him herself for some years, vaguely hoping to pass on her own ideals, and then got bored of looking out for someone other than herself, dumping the barely adolescent with the father (who had not seen Maya since that fateful night in which he DEMON BEGONE'D HER by the end of it, or else he would not be breathing still; Broderick had gotten married and had other children by that point, but we'll not get into the shame and drama of it all). Cain has still proven useful to her, on occasion, which leads her to refrain from cutting off communication entirely. He wishes so much to have a mother, after all, and who is she to deny him this? Her poor, precious little monster.

She doesn't even consider Cain to be a particularly notable event in her life, let alone all the ruined weddings, the dry corpses, the broken hearts. She's not one to bother remembering every little detail - besides the fact that it was Tuesday.