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Otho Saelac

The Illusionisst

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a character in “BLOODLINES : Fall Of The Demon King”, as played by BlueTeddyBearMelody



              THE BASICS
                    ▌Name ▬▬ Otho Saelac
                    ▌Alias ▬▬ Ms. Saelac or Ot
                    ▌Role ▬▬ The Illusionist
                    ▌Age ▬▬ 27
                    ▌Gender ▬▬ Female
                    ▌Race ▬▬ Daemon
                    ▌Orientation ▬▬ Straight
                    ▌Allegiance ▬▬ To herself and her king/father
                    ▌Appearance ▬▬ sultry and curvy build, pale, fair skin, long and white gold colored hair
                    ▌Height ▬▬ 5'8'
                    ▌Weight ▬▬ 155 lb
                    ▌Markings ▬▬ beauty mark on right hip

              THE INTERESTS
                    ▌Likes ▬▬ Plum cherry wine (in moderation), storms, cold rivers, empty ballrooms, silk
                    ▌Dislikes ▬▬ bitter food or drinks, hovering and leering men/woman, paper cuts, when the music stops, disobedience
                    ▌Hobbies ▬▬ Writing, Dancing

              THE POWERS
                    ▌Weapon Name ▬▬ Julius
                    ▌Fighting Style ▬▬ Otho is slow and rhythmic, more so defending than fighting and seeming to dance around her opponent. She prefers to get a feel for the way they move and strike so she can better strategize and plan her attack. And when she does attack, it is swift and precise.

                    ▌Scream ▬▬ When frustrated and down for the count, Otho can use her pent up rage to quite literally fuel her fire. She releases her rage through a blood curdling scream which sets a very powerful illusion upon her victim. It can convince the brain to copy anything that happens to the victim within the illusion, making it possible to kill the target with said illusion.
                    ▌imitate ▬▬ Otho can use her powers of Illusion Manipulation to camouflage herself as anyone or anything. Even being able to make herself invisible.
                    ▌Phobia ▬▬ Otho can manifest what her victim fears. Whether it be a physical thing/person or a specific time and place.
                    ▌Shatter ▬▬ This is Othos' ability to trick a victim's mind into thinking they are in physical pain. Though it has no physical affect on the body, it is quite useful in subduing an attacker long enough for them to be cuffed and taken to a cell
                    ▌Purify ▬▬ Otho can change the area around a victim to cause sensory deprivation. Striping them of every sense they have and possibly driving them mad.

                    ▌Dancing ▬▬ From a very young age Otho had been given lessons on formal/ballroom dancing which she quite enjoys. She has been caught a few times even dancing by herself alone in her bedchamber to her own music.
                    ▌Organization ▬▬ Running a prison isn't all that easy. There happens be a lot of paper work involved as well as criminals having to go in specific districts of the prison based on their crime. Otho is a master organizer. there is nothing she can't find or find a place for and she can always make room for anything. She never misses a detail, not even the tiniest speck.
                    ▌Writing ▬▬ Being a master of illusion, Otho is very good at weaving stories and does so quite often in her free time.
                    ▌Torture ▬▬ She has a knack for finding out anyone's weakness or breaking point, and can get anyone to tell her the information she needs from them.
                    ▌Manipulation ▬▬ Otho can manipulate more than just Illusions, she can weave her way into peoples trust and get them to do almost anything for her.

              THE PERSONAL
                    ▌Cold ▬▬ Otho keeps to herself and like her isolation. She is very blunt and to the point, not caring about whether what she has to say will hurt and offend anyone around her.
                    ▌Thoughtful ▬▬ Being by herself a lot, Otho likes to get lost in her thoughts. She day dreams constantly and never comes off as empty headED or unwise. In fact some have compared her to a wise old owl.
                    ▌Queen ▬▬ Otho doesn't just work for the prison she rules over it. Her home is her castle and she can come off as strict and all powerful. She expects people to follow orders with no questions asked and those who don't are severely punished.
                    ▌Charitable ▬▬ Although she may have a heart as black as coal, Otho is not without mercy to the people of the kingdom. She is level-headed and easily reasoned with and will give her favor whether she fit and worthy enough of it.

                    ▌History ▬▬ Even from birth Otho had never known love. Her mother was a cold and strict woman that raised Ot more like she was her student then her child. To this day Otho has a hard time wrapping her head around why people need intimacy and affection. The ways of the world are how they are and we are just animals after all. So why throw in all this unnecessary romance.

                    As soon as she was old enough to speak Otho was given rigorous schooling and primped and primed into the her mothers vision of a perfect woman of the kingdom. at the age of 9 her powers of Illusion Manipulation started to show and she was put through relentless training to master her magic.

                    When she became of age her mother selected a suitable husband for her daughter, and expected Otho to continuing doing as she said and become a respectable lady of the house. But when all was said and done, Otho decided to listen to her father, and take charge of the prisons at only the age of nineteen. Although at the time she was not as she was now. Some say that the king saw something dark and powerful brewing inside her that made her a perfect fit for the position.

                    Once left to her own devices and free from her mother's control, Ot slowly became more of her own person. Establishing her own views and values and what she believed the perfect woman to be. Using her new power she traveled for many years, becoming cultured and wise of most of the world. But as the prison grow so did her duties, and she had less and less time for traveling until finally she resigned to staying in one spot, at home overseeing the vast prison she had established and ran with an almost machine like efficiency.

                    ▌The Demon King ▬▬ Otho loves the king as much as any loyal subject would their king. But to go as far as saying that she had a real father/daughter connection to him and loved as such would be a bold faced lie. Otho has always considered her relationship to her father strictly one of business and nothing more.
                    ▌Lilith Saelac ▬▬ Otho's relationship with her mother is pretty much dead, having never seen her since the day she refused her mother's dream. Otho has no plans to ever reconnect with her mother.
                    ▌Kyle Thompson ▬▬ Kyle is the head of guard at Otho's prison and is her right hand man in almost everything regarding the place.

So begins...

Otho Saelac's Story


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When Otho, along with a few of her other high ranking siblings, were called forward by their father she at first assumed they were going to war again. But this was a situation of the completely opposite.


The word dripped over her tongue like stale wine. Otho hadn't thought about marriage since she was 19 years of age. To be honest it wasn't that different of an issue. It was going to be an arranged marriage then and it would be as well now. The only difference being this time she would have to follow through with it. However she felt nothing. As usual Otho just saw this as another business arrangement. Her and her selected partner would be bonded together and then produce an heir and nothing more.

"That is just simply how the world works." she thought to herself as her father went through the specifics of everything to come in just a months time. She herself began making a few plans of her own, preparing herself to the new shift in her lifestyle that she was going to have to par take in. Then something strange happened. Otho felt a pang of dread deep rooted and un-moving from her stomach as a single thought suddenly chilled her bones.

She would be becoming a mother.

Otho had never thought of this before because it had never been a pressing topic. But now she realized she had no desire what so ever to produce a child. Not even from a business point of view. She growled softly to herself as the thought persisted. With her experiences with her own mother, motherhood left a sour taste in her mouth. Her cheeks flushed and she gritted her teeth as she saw more and more similarities between herself and that wretched woman.

Otho had no love in her and she highly doubted she could love even her own child. Like she's said before, it's all business. The child would be trained from birth to one day take over her position. Her own child's life would not be any different than her own and this angered her immensely. She figured this was why she didn't want children. That small shred of kindness in her wouldn't wish that kind of pain on anyone but at the same time Otho could not change who she was and had become. So what better way to avoid that situation than by never having a child in the first place?
When Otho eventually made it back to her quarters her anger grew as she found everything to be scattered and out of place. All of her stuff was being removed and things were not as she liked it. All her eyes saw was chaos. The servants bustling around her kept their heads low and trained on the floor as they went about their instructed duties, fearing the wrath near boiling under her skin.

"If you know what's good for you leave at once. I will do this myself." She ordered in a strong and biting voice. With shaking hands they all set down their projects and bee lined silently out the door which she violently slammed shut behind them. She growled and sighed, rubbing the stress from her face as she moved over to her bed. she set herself down on the side of the giant cushion and looked around her. Progress was being made to move her from this spot. She could tell that now. She also knew why her father had failed to mention this little bit of the arrangement. He most likely knew most if not all of them would be highly opposed to this if given the chance to refuse.

However if she were to keep her sanity then everything would have to be in prefect order. Something which a handful of scrambling servants could not achieve. Scanning the room she precisely planned out where everything would go in her minds eye.

She striped herself of heels and her outfit of the day for something more work manageable she set to work. It was a perfect distraction for other things plaguing her mind and within no time she had completely forgotten what had her so worked up in the first place.
When Otho heard news of the ball, the servants almost dropped their silver trays in shock as the edges of her lips twitched, suggesting a smile. Nothing could bother her on this day for she was going to the one thing in this world that made her feel happiness.

Otho danced herself across the shinning floor of her new room, blocking out everything else around her. She didn't care if an arrow was flying straight at her heart. She was going to enjoy this day dream. Lost in her own world she didn't come back down to earth until she felt a faint tapping on her shoulder. She turned to see a young servant girl meek and shaking before her.

"Miss, i was sent to tell you that it is time to get ready for the ball this evening." She said, stuttering horribly. Otho dismissed the girl as a soft hum filled her head and body. She slipped into her favorite, corseted red dress and sat down at her grand vanity. She gently ran a finger along her fine and soft features. Looking a the woman she had become, Otho realized what probably drew her father to her mother in the first place. For it was most defiantly not her love. No it had to be her beauty. Thinking back to her childhood she remembered it being the only thing she admired about her mother, and she had most certainly inherited her good looks.

Otho did her hair in it's usual fashion, long and flowing with two curled braids at the sides of her head fading into it before dusting on a bit of blush. She pushed back her chair and reached under her vanity selecting a pair of heels to match her outfit and put them on before almost gliding out the door. All in one seemingly swift and elegant move.
When Otho stepped into the ball room her heart thundered in her chest and the music filled her head. She felt at home. She felt...


Though by looking at her you wouldn't know it. Her express was as calm and stoic as it always was. She moved gracefully through the room, her heels clicking rhythmically with the music, till she spotted her younger sister standing off the way by herself. Otho made her way towards her, the glass of plum cherry wine swirling in her palm drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

"Good evening," she said softly, standing next to her sibling, her calculating eyes scanning her up and down as she gently grabbed a glass of wine from a passing servant. She took a sip, letting the nectar dance slowly over her tongue before swallowing.

"Excuse me, but i have forgotten your name. Though i didn't care for it before, I think in the circumstances it is important and polite that I do. So may i ask of you to tell me?" She asked, her unused hand tucked behind her back