Description
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My parents call me: Rebellous Animositas SaDiablo
But I respond to: Reb, Bel, Belly, Bellous, Rebel, Mistress
I'm a: Greater Demonic Undead
I'm still this young: 1300... But my body "appears" around 23.
Preferences: I prefer women over men, but either are just fine honestly...
Likes:» Studying
» Poisons
» Challenges
» Sex... Of course, who doesn't like sex?
» Daggers
Dislikes:« The General Mortal Populous.
« Paperwork
« Reminders of her Human past
« Assassination Attempts at her Life
« The ignorant.
Personality
On the surface: I am cold, cruel, heartless and deadly, yet elegant and somewhat perfect. I may tend to ramble, but as long as you do not anger me, I am fair and just. If you do anger me... Well, you will see a horrid transformation and an even more horrid death. Wrath spares no one, and my leash upon her is short and constantly fraying.
Equipment
I can dazzle you with my talents: What superpower do you want me to show off? I can do it all, sugar.
My arsenal consists of: A set of ornate daggers, as well as various needles and poisons hidden all over my body. I am never without a weapon at the ready, and although you can see most of my body, none of my weapons are visible. Most of my poisons are meant to kill any and all creatures, but sometimes, if you're really powerful, you'll only end up getting paralyzed for awhile.
History
But deep down: When I was human, alive, you could say, I was known as Emili Lorena Santiago, daughter of a famous corsair who became noble through his looting and pillaging, and of course by marrying a woman he held captive. In the first wave of the Black Death in 1347, I was eleven at the time, I was cared for by a foreign doctor by the name of Matthew, who failed to save my life. I died and was stored within a mass grave, shortly after, my unlife had begun. A demon had breathed life into my useless, child-like corpse, and I was meant to house it's hatred, most appropriately named Wrath.
Wrath helped me become who I am today, but I am merely a vessel for her. Once I am no longer useful, I will be cast aside. But this is my body, my new life. I will not let some demonoid control me from the inside out like some sort of puppet. Someday, I will learn what it is to really live like this, never changing, never aging, only rotting. While I sit on a high throne within the underworld as one of the pillars of nobility, I can only question why was it my body that was chosen? I can only warp through space and time to see what could of been, what should have been, but not what will be. If only I could have a companion to warm my icy flame, to share my deepest emotions with.
But I am now far past emotion. I must be stone, granite. I must be "strong" in the face of adversity. I have a fiefdom to lead now, people to tell what to do, and assassinations to dodge, as well as a few marks that need to be silenced as well...
So begins...
Rebellous SaDiablo sighed and shook her head. "I'm afraid not, only Penelope herself could open those gates. The only person capable of such a feat in this realm, or any other, is Jaenelle. We just have to find a way to contact her..."
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"I guess we look around that bar and see if anyone knows who in the Hell we're talking about."
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Rebellous SaDiablo got lost in deep thought. "I don't know about Lorn, but I'm sure someone in resemblance to Draca has been floating around; and about the date and time... This is a mystery to me. Magic and technology are one nowdays, so I am guessing we are in an advanced age beyond our lifetimes."
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"Well, since I've been here for about 17 years I should know... There are no winds here, and you're a witch."
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stumbled into the bar from the storeroom with an outrageous cold. She starts snorking and sneezing uncontrollably along with a bit of coughing. "Hullo all."
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Rebellous SaDiablo stumbled around until she reached an isolated booth in the far corner of the room, coughing and weezing a bit. "I've been.... around. But of course by 'around I mean' messing with a stupid head cold that makes me feel like sheer crap."
Rebellous SaDiablo yawned loudly in her empty corner booth. Sneezing due to her head cold, she wished she had some of that peruvian fire water that was made six thousand years ago. "Ugh, this cold sucks!" She mutted to herself as she sniffled and snorked. "Now I know what mankind feels like when they have such a pitiful cold such as this. My headache is unbearable..." She started tapping the table impatiently, waiting for someone to serve her vodka.
Rebellous SaDiablo sighed heavily. "I'm not alive. I'm undead. The dead don't get colds..." She sniffled some more and coughed loudly. "Vodka. Need." She opened her eyes slightly. "Food is nice too...."
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"Bloody hell, man. I appear human, do I not? I breathe, I eat, I drink, I do excactly as humans do, just a little more dangerously." She sighed heavily. "Just gimme something to rid me of the cold. Please? I can't use magic when physically impaired like this."
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Rebellous SaDiablo "What's that supposed to mean!? What did I ever do to you? Or my people by any chance?" She coughed loudly. "An undead cold is more lethal to humans than a regular cold. It disables the usage of a higher undead's magic reserves and at the same time strikes the human aggravating the undead, due to the fact that self control is limited when one is irritated with a cold." She sneezed once more and then grabbed a coaster from the table and chewed on it, a few seconds later it snapped in half. "I'll pay for it. Please, a drink?"
Rebellous SaDiablo melded with the shadows on the ceiling, playing with the dragon-shaped shadow, Shaeden, and observing the bar. She grinned a toothy smile as she mind-linked to Rae. ~Isn't seventeen under the legal drinking limit?~ She snickered quietly and made a somewhat "flashy" entrance from the ceiling and landed gracefully on the ground, the shadows she was using earlier to hide melding around her to form her long, flowing black gown. She walked back to her favorite stuffed armchair by the fireplace and summoned her usual: blood wine and a wine glass. She poured the wine into the glass and started taking small sips.
Rebellous SaDiablo beckoned an old friend to sit with her and didn't even bother to mind-link to her. "Sleeping." She yawned happily. "Alot of sleeping." Shaeden looked at Rebellous in a puzzled manner as if asking her who Rae was. She consoled Shaeden with a stroke under the chin as he turned back into a mass of shadow and flowing back into her fingers. She sighed as she thought, Gone before I know it. So much like her... She yawned once more and then started sipping at her wine.
Rebellous SaDiablo became bored and confused at the sudden arrival and departure of Rae, and decided it was time to leave. She started sinking slowly into the floorboards before fully disappearing.
Rebellous SaDiablo
melded from the shadows and started to form herself in the shape of a human. She was dressed today in a pair of black shorts and a tank top, everything was tight and form fit. Her hair was pulled back into a neat braid and she wore black combat boots. She smiled widely as she yelled with bestial vigor, "Who wants to fight!?"
Rebellous SaDiablo "Oh well. Worth a try to get a good fight going." She sighed heavily.
Rebellous SaDiablo blended into the wall and dissapeared...
Rebellous SaDiablo came into sight in the bar near the fireplace from fading into sight. She was wearing what she wore last time: A pair of black shorts, a black tanktop cut at the midrift, and a pair of combat boots. Her long black hair was tied back into a long braid and her eyes gleamed with a battle ready stare. She felt like fighting today with just hand to hand combat. She smiled a large toothy smile and hung from a rope she made from the ceiling over the bar, sitting on it like a swing and waiting for the first pissed off person to bear their fangs.
Rebellous SaDiablo swang on the swing calmly, waiting for someone to battle with. She was really bored of this place, but was there anyone else gathering anywhere else on the planet? She didn't think so. On second thought. No. She crossed one leg over another and waited quietly...
Rebellous SaDiablo growled and smiled. "Hey you!" She yelled at SeththePowerful. "Wanna spar? Just fist fighting. Use only body parts to annihilate each other. No magi, no weapons. Just straight hand to hand combat. So... How about it?" She smiled as she jumped down from her "swing" and landed behind Seth.
Rebellous SaDiablo smirking, she lunged for Seth and swung a punch at him. She then tried kicking him in several places with just her leg. As a finishing move she leaped in the air and tried to make contact with his head with both her feet.
