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FULL NAME
- Blithe Termanius Agitha the Third
NICKNAME(S)
- Bee
GENDER
- Female
AGE
- 689
SEXUALITY
- Pansexual
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HEIGHT
- She's tall for a girl, 5'6, rather intimidating.
WEIGHT
- It's rude to ask for a woman's weight, but most of it sits in her chest.
HAIR COLOR
- A bit deeper than cotton candy pink
EYE COLOR
- Gold, keen, the color of the sun that will gaze right through your soul.
SKIN TONE
- Pasty, almost white.
GENERAL APPEARANCE
- The opposite of the human she is tied to, Blithe is tall and rather busty. She doesn't mind it of course, although it isn't often that you'll see Blithe in her human form on earth. She prefers the smaller, cuter, furry form of the nine tailed fox. In her human form, however, her hair is so long it nearly brushed the floor and her eyes, despite their warm color, are cold and closed off. Her head is marked with two pointed ears that stick straight up out of her head and her tail is bushy. In human form, the appendages are orange, however their true color is white. Small in no way, it is very hard to miss Blithe when she is in a room, perhaps it is her considerable height, or maybe it's her choice of clothing. She prefers heals and is rather girly in her outfit choices, flaunting her assets, Blithe is certainly not shy.
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PERSONALITY
- Blithe is a personality, that much is clear. From the moment you meet her, you can tell that she is large and in charge. Blithe prefers to be in control of situations, she hates it when things get out of hand and when it comes to Zinnia, Blithe often finds that she can't control the human she is tethered to. It upsets her greatly, but there's nothing she can do about it and so, Blithe is learning to go with the flow. In truth, perhaps, Blithe might even enjoy it, although she would never admit it considering how stubborn she is. A willy thing too, the nine tailed fox is not easily contained, it took a great trick to entrap her in this contract, but if she must be contracted to anyone, Blithe is glad that it is Zinnia.
LIKES
- Meat || The more the merrier, whether it's animal or human.
Fire || There's an old myth about foxes and fire, it's true of course, otherwise, where would the notorious, fox fire come from?
Nighttime || Demons thrive during the evening hours, especially around midnight is when Blithe is most active.
Mischief || A troublemaker through and through, Blithe likes to cause trouble for others.
DISLIKES
- Daytime || Sunshine is warm, but it makes her lazy.
Vegetables || Foxes are scavengers, but Blithe much prefers to sink her teeth into warm, juicy steaks.
Water || Foxes are primarily related to the cannis major, but that doesn't mean she likes to take baths.
Humans || They're loud, ugly, and smell. Not her Zinnia though, perfectly small and cute.
TALENTS
- Fox Fire || Foxes are beings of fire, therefore, it is most always at her finger tips, waiting to be toyed with.
Mischief || Blithe is much better at getting into trouble than getting out of trouble.
Seduction || Demons are amorous beings, it's very hard for them to keep it all in. They indulge and as such, it isn't odd to find Blithe in strange places.
Fighting || She was a Major in General Montgomery's invasion of hell.
FLAWS
- Stubborn || Stubborn as a mule, there is only one person that can way Blithe.
Mischief || Great at getting into trouble, horrible at finding her way out.
Fresh || Blithe has a tendency to speak her mind, she isn't reckless per say and knows how to read to the room, she just doesn't care.
FEARS
- Loss || Losing Zinnia to the bastard that has been attempting to possess her.
Return || Blithe doesn't want to go back to hell anytime soon; it's a mess down there.
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FAMILY
- Not much is known about Blithe, it's very rare that she'll mention her family.
BIO
- Born from fire, the first thing that Blithe could remember was warmth. The next thing she could remember were hands and fur. You see, most demons are born fully grown. They are created from dark wishes, summoned by deep desires. Not Blithe, born from a Mother and Father, she was as small and delicate as a flower, created via love potion. Doomed from birth, her father tried to drown her in a river with no success. They abandoned her, as foxes sometimes do, in order to hide their shame and embarrassment. Blithe crawled out of the river, crying and clinging to rocks. She was so small then, taken in by one of the generals of hell to serve as his scribe. Once she was old enough, he taught her to read and write, but it was clear that she had a drive for something else. Blithe was better than a scribe, she was sharper, having a keen sense for battle. General Montgomery trained her, honing in on her animal instincts.
He died by her own hand. She killed him, having hated what she had become. With no regrets, Blithe took over as General and killed with reckless abandon. She was happy, or so she thought. Living the life of luxury, a new lover by her side every night, Blithe felt oddly empty. You see, when one is born of a love potion, it dooms them to an eternal hollowness. It mattered not what vices she picked up, the empty feeling was always there, numbing her heart, giving her the advantage on the battlefield. Blithe closed herself off, no longer did she see lovers, she drank herself into oblivion, leaving her home only to slaughter those that opposed the King of hell. A recluse, others whispered about her, she had killed everything she had ever held dear, including the man that had been like a Father to her.
"I'm proud of you," he had said in his final moments, as she drove the knife right through his heart. "I'm proud of you," but why?
It was in a drunken rage that she made a stupid bet. Summoned to earth by a child with a tangle of unruly red hair. Red, a powerful color, even on humans. Willy, that one, she made a bet. Should Blithe lose, she would have to serve for eternity as the child's familiar. Should she win, she could drag the child's soul back to hell, gobble her flesh, and drink her blood. It was a simple game of tic-tac-toe, and Blithe had never been so humiliated. Purged of her vices, she has been serving faithfully as Zinnia's familiar, finding that somehow, she is much happier on earth then she ever was in hell.
OTHER
- Why has Blithe become so attached to Zinnia? Call it a codependency, both girls were thrown out by their parents, albeit one at a much younger age. Besides, the little witch is a tricky thing and has no real friends, they were just two pieces of one puzzle waiting to fit together. Of course, Blithe never expected the balance to be thrown off by the newcomer.
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Character Sheet by © Masquerade (Skye) DO NOT USE WITHOUT PERMISSION