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located in Hell on Earth, a part of Survivor Slayers, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Charmeine Omniel
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Charmeine didn't consider herself a noble person. She may have been smart and witty and basically as amazing as she considered a woman could be, but that was generally just her own opinion. All bragging aside though, she was not noble. So when she heard the yelling of a man, as much as she would have loved to help, jumping out of a newly "cleaned" lake fully naked did not tickle her fancy. Despite her transformation, she still retained a large amount (note: all) of the dignity that she had as a normal 18 year old girl. She sloshed her way through the lake, doing some soft calculations about how long it would take to get to him by the time she was dressed.

The choice was quickly taken out of her hands, however, when she heard someone fast approaching the area. Gathering her wits about her, she surveyed the situation. She was naked, in the middle of a lake, with her swords nestled quite comfortably at the edge far out of reach, with the unknown approaching at fast speeds with an ETA of 15 seconds. Her range of movement was close to nothing, and her swordsmanship would prove useless in the muck. Her only line of defense was the lake itself which, by her own reasoning, was safe to only her consumption. If anything else touched it, she assumed it would prove lethal to them.

With her ETA clock down to 5 seconds, Charmeine made a quick decision. She ducked her entire body under the lake, and decided to wait it out. She was in no position to fight, naked and weaponless, and if the unknown had a gun she was as good as dead. She didn't remember, until she heard the unknown lumbering into the clearing, her mountain of clothes, shoes, weapons, and what was left of her rations piled up self-incriminating, right where her first footsteps disappeared. She could only hope they would assume she had committed suicide, but that would not explain the onyx color of the lake. Just as the flaws in her plan were made exasperatingly clear, she realized that not only could see underneath the "water", but, as she took a startled gasp in, breath under it too. Why was it, that in her most dangerous times, she found her coolest powers?

There was no time to think on her new discovery, however, as she heard the unknown calling out.

"I know you're in there. I saw you go in the forest. I saw what you can do. We've been trying to catch up to you, maybe get your help. My brother, he just got taken by one of those... things. I'm alone now, and if you could help me... Please... I just don't want to be alone..."

Charmeine's heartstrings tugged as she heard the helpless voice the unknown. She wasn't noble, but she was definitely a sucker. She made her way to the edge and swam to the surface, breaking her head through cautiously. She hadn't heard any serious weaponry during the previous confrontation that had apparently killed his brother, so she assumed he was weaponless. Only eyes her showed above the lake, and what she saw amazed her.

He was tall, probably taller than her, she estimated around 6'4''. He was built solidly, and looked as if he had played some sort of sport. Blood was caked to his sandy brown hair, and his green eyes stared at her, broken and lost. She slid further to the surface, nose poking up, as she took in his blood spattered clothes. She immediately recognized his Tom Ford suit, jacket torn, shirt missing, but Tom Ford nonetheless. Curiosity raged forward, and she came out up to her collarbone, the need for decency still very prevalent.

"Who are you, and what to do you want?" She mindlessly, and very self-consciously, wiped her face, and felt the sludge almost repel from her body like a magnet. At least she knew how to dry herself off now. The man, however, did nothing but stare at her. She saw his eyes dart around her face, and felt herself begin to blush. Male attention was absolutely not something she was used to. "I'll ask again, who are you, and what do you want?"

This seemed to snap him out of whatever state he was in, and he cleared his throat, making clear eye contact. She felt a rush of heat through her head, delirious and fuzzy, and she couldn't take her eyes off of his. His green, oh-so-green eyes, like fresh clovers.

"I'm sorry, you're just... The first person I've met in a while, and..." The man looked down, and she thought how she wanted him to look up again, so she could see those veridian eyes. He looked at her again, and ooh, there was that fuzzy feeling, and had men of the Earth always been this gorgeous? "I'm Joshua." He smiled a perfect smile, a perfect rosy blush dotting his perfect tanned cheeks, God, where had he been hiding all her life?

Charmeine was frozen. She was not the girl who lost her wits over a boy. She wasn't the girl who dealt with boys period, and they didn't deal with her. She may have been pretty, but she was a handful, and that tended to be a dealbreaker. She opened her mouth, but words, what words, what could she say to this perfect, perfect man who looked like he was carved right out of her dreams, what was there to say to him? "I need to get dressed..."

His eyes widened, and he stepped back quickly. "I am so sorry, I'll just..." He turned around quickly, hands fisting at his sides. Charmeine took the opportunity to haul herself out of the lake, the black liquid attracting itself to the rest of it's kind and sliding away from her, leaving her body spotless. She grabbed her robes and shook them ones for bugs, then shimmied back into it. She heard him whisper a "Thank you," with his head down, chin to his chest, followed by a louder "I don't want to be alone." Her heart swelled with emotions as she picked up her swords, which were strangely humming and pulsing and just generally agitated, and she called out to Joshua that she was finished. Inanimate swords would have to take the backburner when this magnificent human specimen was in from of her.

"All done," she said, slipping her katanas back into their places on her back. They seemed even more upset that they were being ignored, but Charmeine was tired of talking to swords. She wanted to talk to Joshua, and fight demons with Joshua, and spend the rest of her life with Joshua, and it was so unreal of her to think like this, but he was worth it with those emerald eyes that she could just drown in.

Joshua took that moment to turn around quickly, at which point he her hugged her tightly to him, whispering words of thanks and appreciation, and about how grateful he was, and how beautiful she was, how she was his angel, and how lucky he was to have found her. She dutifully ignored the katanas which were attempting to scorch holes into her back, and hugged Joshua back just as hard. Maybe this was the good to come from all of this bad. Love, and happiness, and they would protect each other, and be together forever, and -

Pain, awful, burning, searing pain, scorched through her neck. She felt teeth, sharp and tearing, digging into her flesh. Charmeine tried to push "Joshua" away, but he only clamped his jaw down harder, eliciting a shriek of pain from her lips. Her vision was tinted with white around the edges as she felt him gnaw harder and harder, and get closer and closer to what she suspected was bone. Screams turned to growls of rage as her instincts took over, and she dug her now elongated claws into the base of his skull. His jaw finally released from her now mangled neck, and she yanked his head back, mouth dripping with her blood and her skin. She pierced her other set of claws into his eyes, digging down into the sockets and scraping the bone of his skull.

A gurgling sound left the dying demon, but she was unsatisfied. She roared into the imposter's face, watching as he shifted into a gruesome beast. She lifted him up by the grip she had from the back of his skull and through his punctured eyes, and slammed his skull down onto the ground with as much force as she could muster. A dark satisfaction seared through her chest as she watched his skull shatter. Later she would acquaint it to a pumpkin she had once seen hit the ground after being shot out of a cannon. But now, now it was just pure revenge and retribution that she saw in the pile of gore that was once the demon's head.

As she knelt down next to the remains of her kill, however, the satisfaction fled. It was as if she was missing something, as if there was something she needed to do, and only that thing would help her find true satisfaction. A clawed hand reached up to graze the now healing, but still nasty looking wound that extended from the middle of her neck to the top of her shoulder. Large chunks were still missing, but she could feel muscle and tendon begin to regrow and stitch back together. Burning rage flowed through her once again as she thought on how how she had gotten the wound.

How dare that thing toy with her emotions and then bite her. Bite her! A snarl ripped itself through her throat, and she felt almost disconnected with her body as she watched her clawed hand plunge into the carcass' chest, and rip out it's heart, still warm, and very heavy in her hand. A hiss sounded through her teeth, and she let her claws pierce the heart lightly, watching blood ooze slowly and thickly through it's arteries. And just as quickly as she had ripped the heart out, she knew what to do with it.

Charmeine sunk her fangs deep into the organ, sharp teeth gnawing and gnashing through the thick, fleshy muscle and reveling in the sharp, tangy taste of the demon's blood as it flowed heavily down her chin and into her throat. It was the taste of victory in the heart that she relished in as she gave several heavy swallows, devouring the large heart in a many deep, heady bites. When it was over, she sat back on her haunches, staring at her now complete and supreme triumph. It's head, now just a mash of bone and meat. It's body, a gaping hole in it's chest where the heart had once sat. And it's heart - oh, it's heart! - sitting warm and meaningful in her belly, like a warm token of her superiority.

This was her real prize, her real retribution. It had had toyed with her heart, so she took his.