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Brizriia

[quote] Delicious...[/quote] After a month and several weeks in the Underdark, the dark mistress of the bar returns with a new venom in her veins. Sanity is no longer a priority in her mind and power is absolute. Behold the Crimson Widow.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Hunter_Killer

Description

Full name of Character: Brizriia Ousstyl
Meaning behind the name: Translates roughly to "Graceful-Tempest" "Heirs to the Void"
Other translations: "Graceful-Storm", "Graceful-Chaos"
Race: Drow
Occupation/class: Sorceress
Social class: Fourth Daughter to the Ousstyl house
Physical Appearance:

Age: 380
How old they appear: 26
Eye Color: Black with a tint of crimson to them
Hair color, length and style: White hair that is slowly turning copper, about shoulder length though it is usually tied up in a pony tail
Weight and height: 5'5" and 115lbs.
Type of body: Lithe, slim and graceful, other than her black skin she could be mistaken as a normal elf.
Skin tone and type: Black skin that is very easily burned or irritated by bright lights or that of the sun.
Shape of face: Narrow face with a small chin, small nose and almond shaped eyes.
Distinguishing marks: An ivory colored birthmark on the small of her back in the shape of an hourglass
Predominant feature: Long delicate fingers, pointed ears and almond shaped eyes.

Favorites:

Favorite color: Red
Expressions: there are few expressions though those that involve her displeasure or anger usually are a slight snarl along with the red in her eyes beginning to grow redder in color.
Expletives: Not many are known in the human dialect though many seem to be just a harsh string of dialect that berates or criticizes the offender. Though she does have a tendency to lean towards hexes and curses to fit the bill.
Mode of transport: None, though if it means traveling up to certain points her ability to use levitation comes in handy.
Hobbies: None, unless disrupting and degrading the minds and forms of males to her own pleasure counts as something she enjoys, though she usually does it out of boredom. Her true hobby is seducing males to be her mate and then killing them when she has had her fun with them.

Goals:

Immediate: Unknown, but if one approaches too close they will not only discover it they might just be used to accomplish it
Long term: To become the Matron Mother of the Ousstyl house.
How do they plan to accomplish them: By any means necessary, even if assassination needs to be involved.
How will others be effected by this: It depends on what role she bends them to though the end result is never good for the "helpers"

Problems/Crisis:

How do they react in a crisis: She reacts with cold and deadly moves, often aiming to place her at a slightly higher advantage or in a position to dominate and eliminate the crisis or threat.
How do they face problems: Problems are merely complications, usual with her "pets" and "toys" and are easily fixed by either eliminating them or turning them into zombies so they are no longer in the way.
Kind of problems they usually run into: Most problems are defiant "pets" and "toys", disputes with her sisters or mother, or times when the House needs her to dissuade another House from rash actions
How they react to new problems: By analyzing the problem she quickly deals with it in a manner that leaves all her strings attached but without her being traced or detected.
How they react to change: Change will only be brought on when she wishes it to be brought on, any other attempt results in death or serious mortality.

General:

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How do they spend the week just before the story starts:

Personality

Personality:

Habits: She has a nasty habit of seducing males of lesser races so they do her bidding, turning them into husks of their former selves or zombies when she is through with them. A lucky few are kept as her most intimate "playthings" hidden away in her own secret location. There are a select few females under her control, stripped of all self identity and nothing but mindless followers to do her bidding and do anything to please her. Some of these believe they are her friends though that is only a sad cover for what they really are now.

Greatest Strength: Being in the Underdark or on dark nights with little stars or a new moon, places in shadow to give her magic its former glory and power, though on the surface it is still limited. In abilities she is adept in magic as well as wielding a multi-headed whip, with each tip being replaced by a snakes head that will bite whatever it is directed towards, enough bites will paralyze or kill the target.
Greatest Weakness: Any time of day where the sun is high in the air or when there are little shadows, even bright lights are a severe handicap to her power and ability.
Soft spot: While it is only a faux soft spot she holds in public or around her family. In actuality her love for her three older sisters and her mother, the Matron Mother of the Ousstyl House, is nothing more than a lie kept about to help hold structure in the household. In reality she plots and plans to remove each of her sisters, and even her mother to take control of the Ousstyl house.

Biggest Vulnerability: Sunlight

Traits:

Drives and motives:Her greatest drive is her hatred of her sisters and their impressions of how she is weak in Drow Magic, supposedly. Her main motives are simple, eliminate any of her sisters who get in her way and take over as Matron Mother of the Ousstyl House... by any means necessary.
Talents: Many of her talents are involved with enslaving males and females, most of them humans or surface elves, though her abilities in sorcery are among the greater talents.
Extremely skilled at: Drow Sorcery
Extremely unskilled at:Priestess of Lolth magic
Good characteristics: She'll trust her alliances and "friends" as far as the leash she holds them with.
Character flaws:To the surface races her whole mentality is a flaw but in Drow culture she is the perfect gem of a Drow.
Mannerisms: When seducing or corrupting a target her body language becomes very suggestive and almost beckoning for the fool to draw closer. When she is angry, other than the glow of red in her eyes, she has a habit of trying to adjust her pony tail, though it is already perfectly made. When she is amused it is almost similar to when she is seducing though she draws enough away to hold intrigue and give the other some room before she snatches it away.
Peculiarities: Other than having dark skin, black eyes with a red tint, pointed ears, long delicate fingers and almond shaped eyes, she looks like any other surface elf.
Biggest regret: Not removing her third sister when her guard was down as a child.
Minor regrets: Nothing really makes her pause to mourn or make an itch in her mind, other than irritations.
Biggest accomplishment: Turning the Lord of a human city into one of her intimate playthings.
Minor accomplishments: Passing through the magic house of the Drow academy and becoming a master of sorcery, Convincing her sisters it is better to leave her alive.
Darkest secret: To become Matron Mother and put her older sisters in their place for misjudging her.

Self-perception:

One word they would use to describe themselves: Lethal.
One paragraph of how they would describe themselves: A dangerous mixture of Sorcery and female lethality combined into one to give a dark form capable of great things. Placed in the perfect position where all, save the Matron Mother, can see what she is destined to do. A natural seducer and a cruel mistress she is capable of twisting almost any mind to fit her desire and no remorse to dispose of the useless ones after her fun is over.
What do they consider their best physical characteristic and why: Her eyes. They really seem to cover over her thoughts and hide them from view, and many say they look like spider eyes.
How they think others preserve them: To her great fortune they seem to believe she is only a minor threat and of no great worry yet.
What four things would they most like to change about themselves: There is nothing she would change

Interaction with other people:

How do they relate to others: Brizriia sees others as far as they can be used, whether the goal or plan is short or long term. Though males end up being discarded, females will be noted and collected for any other use or personal gain she sees fit.
How are they perceived by strangers: Many who first run into her may expect some shimmer of good nature, as Drow on the surface are uncommon, but that is sadly not the case. Any that know her might want to keep their distance, least they be used.
Friends: None, though the term Alliance comes up often enough even that is a bitter mask for the truth: puppets.
Wife/husband/lover: No one is in her life currently and even if they were they wouldn't last long.

What do people like most about this char: Other Drow respect her ruthless and lethal mentality, though that view isn't shared by many surface dwellers
What do they dislike most about them: Most likely she is as cruel of the word Drow as they can think of.

Equipment

While Drow are known to hold a magical device or two on them, Brizriia seems to hold almost none save for her Nine headed snake whip and a strange dagger of some kind. Other than actual weapons her knowledge if spells is interesting and innovative, to say the least. Since she could not become a priestess, Briz has had to make do with regular spells and has come across her own dark brand of magic dealing with barriers.

Nine-Headed Snake Whip - A common tool used among the high and noble daughters of a Drow household. Each head is enchanted to 'seek out' its target and bit a vital area on the body to inject a magical toxin that invokes paralysis and death in huge doses. Usually these whips on have seven heads but Brizriia's was a gift from a the Matron mother with an additional two head to, aid her on the surface. (NOTE: Realistically these heads strikes faster than most elves and Drow can even react to them, but for fair purposes they have been slowed to give the opponent a one post chance to dodge.

Magical Dagger - A dagger that holds dark magic. Currently unknown at this time as Brizriia has not been forced into using its power. A magical blade that never dulls and always remains in perfect condition. Relatively sharp and well balanced. Can only be activated by Drow magic.

Innate Abilities - Abilities or spells that all Drow can use. These include Fae Fire, a purple flame that creates no heat but can be used to catch a target off guard or at least slow them down. Darkness, the ability to blanket an area into a section without any light being able to enter, not even sunlight. This also cancels all vision even the Drow Infra-vision and forces everyone in it to fight blind. Levitation, the ability to lift and moves one's self or another to a given height or area.

Webs of Lolth - A dark spell gifted to Brizriia after many years of service. These webs vary in thickness per the caster's decisions and hold a strange magical adhesive that can bind or tie down any opponent. When they decay they give a strange magical "marker" or "indicator" the caster can magically locate, even while the darkness spell is in effect of the Drow is momentarily blinded by a sharp light. When the webs come in contact with fire, magical or natural, they instantly burst in to poison green flames that slowly burn away the web, however useful this may seem, the magical adhesive doesn't fail. This means if one was bound by the webs and was then exposed for flame. Their only hope to escape would be a rapid decay from time expiration.

Barrier Magic - Brizriia's own special brand on magic purposes. Besides the innate abilities and the dark spider webs, almost all of Brizriia's spells are barrier based and have different uses and purposes. She uses them all sparingly so she doesn't give away all her secrets. The following have been used when she had to force her hand for them.

Barrier/ Personal Barrier - A formation of magic woven in a way that it forms a spherical barrier around the intended location, usually with Brizriia at the center. The only difference between a personal barrier and a regular barrier is a personal barrier hugs closer to the Drow and is magically "thicker" and is able to stand more abuse that the standard barrier.

Darkness Barrier - A combination of the standard barrier and the innate ability of darkness. It does not shield from physical blows, yet it cuts off all light around Brizriia to protect her in unfavorable conditions. It is also slightly safer than the darkness spell as it gives her a "pocket" to use her infra-vision to see.

Mental Barrier - A special barrier purposed for the shielding of minds and, if needed, the isolation of memories to induce permanent amnesia of given pieces of data. A help ful tool t protect her mind from telepathics or to seal a telepathic in their own mind. Also works well with sealing up memories to make them forget. A kind of "unlearning" in a way. These barriers are very small and almost impossible to detect by all but the creator of the barrier and a well trained sorcerer.

Intangible Barrier - Created during the decay or a personal or standard barrier. Small pieces of magic lace wit the barrier that is "fading" away to relocate it around the Drow or the intended party. It can be purposed to cut off speech or any sounds, smells, auras or anything else that might be a hindrance or flaw during a fight.

Shield - A flat barrier. It does not circle around the target but is much like a wall. It is slightly thinner than a barrier but makes up for it as shields can be "stacked" together to increase strength to something greater than a personal barrier. Very practical for gun fire and incoming charges that do not threaten the surrounding area.

Kinetic Barrier - An offensive barrier. More like a shield, the Kinetic barrier is condensed magical energies sealed off in a given space and "released". Their speed and velocity takes them in a strait path with an exponential gain in momentum until the desired length is reached. During this time, the "unstable" energies held in the barrier become erratic and can rend living and nonliving objects into a form of pulp upon contact.

Mana Conditions

Black Widow Pre-Insanity mana conditions, signified by the concentrated mana of a dark sapphire hue circling and spiraling her left forearm, allowing for a vast collection of magics to pool from it but never dip into her reserves. All spells listed above are Black Widow spells.

Crimson Widow Post-Insanity mana conditions. A dangerous increase in mana condition and concentration that has turned the mana stream from a dark sapphire to a sull crimson red. The mana now covers the left forearm completely as two streams pass through her heart, around her back and spiral down her right arm. Sapphire mana, on contact with sin melts and decays it rapidly, crimson mana is even more so, yet strangely Brizriia seems unaffected by this, believed to be because of the condition of her mind. In the Crimson Widow state she can use a more dangerous armament of spells. Beware. New Spells include, but are not limited to:

Capture Shields - A small orb of mana that expands, encloses and catches incoming projectiles and mana in its sphere. The Capture shield can then rapid decay the item to be used as additional mana or it can convert it into unstable energy to turn the spheres into miniature Kinetic bombs.

Lolth's Whip - A deadly improvement of the Webs of Lolth as one long strand is used as a whip to strike at unprotected, or exposed areas of the enemy. Thanks to the magical adhesive that binds to any surface or item the whip can catch and hold its target and, when the whip is snapped back, the energy becomes erratic and will strip flesh or the first layer of the material away from said person or object.

Crimson Barrier - Perfected kinetic barriers that glow crimson instead of black. Posses all the abilities of regular Kinetic barriers although they are several times stronger and, when it comes in contact with blood, it absorbs and will "suck" the blood out of its source to fuel it. On contact with a blood source the barrier would home in on it until its energy dissolves it or the blood source is used up.

Perfected Shields, Barriers, Personal Barriers and Inverted Barriers

Widow's Revenge - Perfected intangible barriers that also negates sight to create an imperfect form stealth.

Spider Bite - Miniature Kinetic barriers launched as lethal projectiles in perfect darkness. After burrowing a few centimeters, or inches based off the mana concentration, the projectiles then explode inside the target.

History

Background:

Hometown: The main Drow city of the Underdark
Type of childhood: Brizriia had the typical Drow childhood for a female. At an early age she was taken and tested to see how her prowess as a Priestess would be, though those abilities proved to be lacking she seemed to have a masterful hand at sorcery, though her older sisters see her lack of being a priestess as being a handicap and make her weaker than they, when that is a sad mistake on several levels.
First Memory: Her first memory was around the end of her second decade when she watched the Matron Mother whip her current Patron to death and choose another on the spot. Brizriia may comment on how enjoyable that was to watch.
Most important child hood event that still effects her: When it was discovered her arts were in sorcery and not as a priestess of Lolth with would inevitably fuel her desire to show her worth and her place and design Lolth has chosen for her.
Education: Her education covers a wide range of materials, from choosing mates, to performing mind altering and corrupted spells to the social habits and actions of the house to the hunting and punishment of males and slaves.
Religion: She is a firm follower and believer in the Spider Queen, Lolth
Finances: Behind her name are the riches of the Ousstyl House though limited slightly to her being only a fourth daughter.
Family: While she does not know the patron who would be her father she has her Matron Mother and Three Elder Daughters, and then a elder- and secondboy for brothers.

Mother: LiNeeerolin Ousstyl, "Legendary-lust", Matron Mother to the house of Ousstyl and Brizriia's mother and secret and greatest challenge.
Relationship with her: Her relationship with her mother is slightly better than her second and third sisters as she shares the same personality and mentality as she and her first sister, though it is said she may be even more of a Black Widow than her mother, who is known for having a different patron for every child she had borne. It was from LiNeerolin's personal teachings that helped develop her twisted scheme for males and slaves, though her corruption of females was her own design. The Matron Mother is known to privately tease and taunt her about taking her place as the head of Ousstyl, though such thoughts and actions were a great risk while the house is in favor with Lolth.
Father: unknown
Relationship with him: couldn't care less.
Siblings, How many, relationship with each:Three sisters, two brothers. The feelings between her eldest sister and her is slightly mutual, as they are every bit like a black widow as their mother though similarities almost cut off there. Other than that she hates her eldest sister as much as her second and third sister as they see her as limited and weak since she is a sorceress and not a Priestess of Lolth. Her brothers are of no concern to her though she believes they could make "darling" little pets later on in her life.

So begins...

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Brizriia |The woman that emerged from the portal moved off to the side a bit and stretched, ebony skin seeming right at him with the night as her copper collowed mane remained the only thing of real note to her. That was the case until she opened her eyes and that glint of bloody crimson lashed out creating two bloody orbs that would be seen this night. A smile played across her lips as the portal behind her shuddered and fell away, as if it was trying to escape its proximity to the woman that stood so close. Hands sliding to her waist, her fingers coiled around the adamantine handle of her nine-headed snake whip as it writhed in its restraints. Eyes flicking from Infravision to regular sight she licked her lips slowly at the outlines of bodies she picked out in the distance, a single word sliding from between those lips, "Delicious."

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Brizriia observed the forms she saw with a feeling close to boredom. She was so used to the loathing and hatred the bar seemed to pour out at her very presence that this seemed almost droll. A small yawn escaped her and her raised left hand up to silence it. After it was stopped, she looked at her hand for a moment and then smiled, moving her hand out, palm wide as she gathered concentrated mana to form at its edge, willing it to shape into a square as untold amounts of her mana seethed into it, pushing it to the edge of becoming unstable. The color swirling within darker than the very night they stood in as she casually aimed it to tear an uncontrolled line between everyone near the bank of the river. She fired it off with a smile and waited.

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The Stalagmite garden was the pride of the Ousstyl household. Giant formations some natural and others magically crafted in the shape of hook teeth, lined in a U-fashion. The pathway etched in obsidian, ornate demonic runes glowing in the slumber of a maroon, little more than faint dots int he expanse of black that was the Underdark. Around it was the spider fence, enchanted bars of adamantine that gripped anything that touched them with magic adhesive that never let go. There were no guards here, it was a place specifically for the Females and the Matron Mother of the house. Fixated in the center of the stony maw was a mithril frame, made from wires spun like spider silk and so thin it seemed that even a simple footstep could break them. Lines of cobalt energy sparked to life and hissed in a powerful surge of mana that swelled into a doorway as black as the Underdark. Brizriia stepped through, the red glow of her eyes as bright as two tears of blood. The beautiful black of her home twisted to the blues and purples of her infra-vision. She let the gateway shudder closed, uncaring should the gate take out a life or chair in the wretched surface world. Her left hand clasped upon the pendant she retrieved after slaying that bitch who worked with Drakus to force her into hiding. Drakus, that name drought a scowl and a lust-filled hate for that man. Oh how she wanted to turn him into one of her toys so she could break him- That was for another time. Uncurling ebony fingers she peered at her new found trinket, lifting a finger and chanting a simple incantation to magically search her find for that interesting spark that drew her attention to it in the first place.

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She closed her hand tightly around her prize, eyes growing even more red than their usual soulless black. Standing tall she strode from the courtyard through a pair of doors, held open by what looked like crying statues. One an elf and the other a human, both female and naked. Oh the memories from those two! She sighed remembering how easily they broke though, not that should could expect much from children barely over a decade. It was her sister who offered to change them into more permanent features, and they looked so well together. She licked her lips as she thought of her other toys waiting for her in her chambers but she just found a new plaything that required study. Moving down the hallways she passed down open doors and rooms little more than ruins, exposed to the outside world but left unguarded. Her nose twitched the concentration of pure mana in their still beyond normal tolerance levels as it smelled of sweat, blood, lust and the faintest edges of her magic. Such a sad accident that claimed her older sisters and mother. At least she and her younger sister, who Briz couldn't even recall her name, were safe from the attack, leaving the third oldest (after the previous third mysteriously vanished) in line to take over the house in their grim absence.

Tracing a finger over smooth stone her tail flicked the magic catch of a door and waited for it to glide open before she moved within, letting the door shut behind her. Inside the harsh glow of lamps broke her red glow, her black eyes more dominant as she smiled, noting her dear sister chained in magic bonds across the room, body quivering from the latest tests of her artifacts she inflicted upon her.

Throwing the pendant onto the desk she walked over, surveying that soft face while a finger caressed her cheek. Leaning in she licked her sibling's flesh, tasting the sweat and fear as the other was still conscious. "Momma's home..."

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She kissed just under her sister's jaw and moved back, drawing her enchanted dagger and laying it softly on the table. Spread underneath the artifacts an the pendant were sheets of paper and tomes, some written in demonic text and others in old drow tongue, though most seemed to have rough translations underneath them. She licked the tips of her fingers, flicking pages and moving tomes, voice low in incantations and studies. She felt the demonic and arcane energies circle within her pulse and she thrived on it in ecstasy, shivering with a pleasure her toys never achieved. Here eyes flicked back to the pendant and her right index finger tapped it lightly, sliding it so the light of the lamps caught its face with a shimmer. Her eyes drank its features and shape with interest as she felt the dark magic around her. Picking up the trinket she turned it over once and held it to the side, chain dangling off the table for the moment as she read a few lines of text. Her left hand glowed a sickly yellow as she passed it over the amulet, sending magical flares across the enchantments. Minor things that splashed across bound magic and activated any immediate reaction within the thick of the flare's weave.

Holding the pendant back before her she clucked, fingers gently parting the chain as she held it to her chest, and then much lower on her body as she thought of naughty things. Looking back at her sister she pursed her lips, trailing a finger over the pendant her hand wound up, until the thing rested in her palm, chain twined with her fingers. Standing up she rubbed the prize over her sister's face and flesh then arms, drawing out whimpers and shakes as her hand hoved over the girl's stomach.

"Shh.. Shh. No need to cry. Momma's here..." She laughed and brought up the pendant once more, getting the chain off her hand she swung her prize before the silver eyes that watched her from the shell of that body.

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Brizriia jerked the chain and the pendant flew into her palm, fingers closing about it as she watched her sister's eyes follow it. a laugh broke loose and she kissed the woman on the cheek again, fingers kneading the pendant softly as she imagined other things in her hand. Mostly her toys. She drew back feeling refreshed and dropped the pendant, spinning it in a circle clockwise and catching it, then counter clockwise and catching it. Alternating intervals she twirled it as she drew up a tome, her tongue trembling as it crossed the thick runes of demonic watching the terror on her sister's face as she jerked and spasmed, knowing what came next. It was such a fun game as late. To forcefully alter this woman's body into a drider and transform it back into a drow right before her mind broke past her sanity. And so the game of wills continued, eyes locked on each other as she dragged her sister from one edge of her mind to the next and returning it. Pausing in sentences and syllables, watching the half-changed form quake with unstable energies. Oh the sensation of pain she must have felt!

Her hand jerked the pendant back into her hand, thumb holding it to palm as she caressed it over her fless, around her neck and chest before an idea came to her. Tossing the tome aside the magic left half finished she watched the slow decay of power force the half-drider form back into that of a drow. "Now darling... Momma has a gift for you." She touched a cheek and kissed a bare shoulder before slipping the pendant over the girl's head. "I don;t know what will happen... But you will help Momma in finding out." Her right hand pinched ebony skin until it seemed to go as white as ivory, "Oh. Yes. you. Will..."

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Brizriia indeed noticed it. A small spell traced from doorway to the back of the room hung in the air. its purpose was meaningless in practical means but for studies such as her own it was crucial to feel out latent energies. A simple tied spell of amplification, drawing powers or sentient actions into almost a loud echo or pulse from their origin. She moved in, two fingers behind the pendant and thumb softly rubbing its face. Her left hand glowed sapphire as she drew into a pool of such volatile and thick mana. Her hand shivering for a moment as a wave of heat washed up her spin. She used her pointer finger to trace the chain and the real reward, sending in magic pulses across the pendant as she tried to magically pick the lock into the mind of what lay dormant within. A smile crossing her face as she hoped it was another demon of shade or dark creature for her to play with. Her pulses faint and subtle at first but growing stronger and more forceful with each unsuccessful pulse, her tongue paused between her lips as she waited.

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Brizriia had caught traces of the soul in the amulet but not enough to tell what it was before it seemed to flee. her eyes snapped to the sudden seizure in her sister and she smiled, her tongue slithering over her lips anew. Some of the energy she gleaned from the pendant was far stronger than she assumed a bound magical network to have but she marveled it. With the sudden departure her search felt a bit more... vacant, as one way to put it and she grew curious. Hands gently wrapping about the chain she moved to pull the artifact off from her sister, to see if the being was in fact now locked in some struggle within her sister, fighting to inhabit a new home while abandoning the last.

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Brizriia's hand s snapped back as a barrier popped between her and the threat by reflex. The nature of her magic always defensive. Bending down to examine the trinket she ignored the voice of her sister for a moment to regard it. From what residual magic was left from her probe the entitiy from within it was stil missing. Which meant...

Her eyes snapped up into the eyes of what probably wasn't her sister and a grin of unnaturally white teeth greeted the ebony skinned woman. Her hands wrapped behind her prisoner's head as she forced it intoa deep kiss, tongue forcing along the other's teeth and lips beofre slipping back within her own mouth. "Oh, delicious..." She nibbled her left finger, feeling her lips tingle from the mana that could otherwise rot and decay flesh and bone.

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She watched this thing that was not her sister. Interest flaring as she moved a hand, fingers cradling the abused chin of the woman. Whatever it was in there it recognized her, and that tone was almost familiar though she couldn't quite identify the feeling. She raised her left hand, the raw mana gone as she ran the fingers under the being's chin and over her neck. The mana was visibly gone but even under her skin it pulsed and writhed like a warm and living entity. Here eyes locked with those silver ones of the being, slipping closer as her left hand traveled over stomach and eventually between her legs. Breathing for a moment as she held the smirk, face impassive and slightly bored before her hand drew away, patting the cheek. letting it feel the warmth that was not from her magic this time and walking back.

"It seems I found something that knows me. I guess I should feel good that another being knows me... But I can't identify you." her light voice turned as hard as slate as all crimson was lost from her eyes. Indeed the eyes gazing at the woman looked more like the cold and heartless eyes of a spider than a living creature. "I will have a name." She stated it as a fact, her mana springing to life over her hand, as crimson as the blood it had spilled in the bar that same day, hand hovering ever closer to the face of the other.

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Brizriia clucked her tongue as a sinister laugh slipped out, "Should I just call you pet and you call me master and we be done with it then?"

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The drow regarded the entity inhabiting her sister. Those silver eyes that didn't poses the same fear and a body left at the point of breaking from physical and mental exhaustion. She paused to reflect such a bold answer before stepping close, her right hand smacking across the thing's face. hard, but also physical without any of her problematic mana to mar the face further. "I enjoy a fight in a slave. Makes them struggle a bit more when it comes to my pleasure evenings."

She drew closer her left hand moving the caress the woman's bound shoulder and arm as the mana would trace along her exposed flesh for a few moments. The effects varied on the physical body but she knew it wouldn't be pleasant in any instance save for maybe a demon. "Such beautiful ebony skin and a body fit for a society best to represent their goddess. I give this all to you for free yet you won't give me a name? I wonder..."

As she spoke she drew away tracing back to her table and snatching up the tome of demonic texts she had used moments before placing the pendant over her sister's head.

"What do you think would happen if I begin reading these texts once more as you are trapped in there? Would you flee back into the pendant, ditching my generosity for some magical fail safe?" She put her finger tot he texts and read out the first word, the start to the enchantment but harmless by itself, though she didn't have to tell the other one this fact. "How long would you be safe?" She drew one long, wicked smile as she locked eyes with the woman.

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Briz's left eye twitched at the name but kept her face impassive. Her hand slowly slipped over the cover of the demonic tome and slipped it shut, eyes crossing over the useless flesh once owned by her sister. "Red? What a strange and bland name." She drew up and paused, tilting her head a bit to make an exaggerated tap of her pointer finger on her chin. "Though I do remember one other Red... A certain bitch that was with a man named Drakus." She flicker her eyes at the other and let the red glow flare before fading. "The same Red I remember killing not to long ago when i found her alone in the bar..." She paused, letting the last word hang in the air as she watched the other.

"Surely you aren't mistaken? I would hate to ruin such a perfectly good body so soon..."

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Brizriia looked at the weakening personality that claimed itself to be red. "Tick, tock. Looks like your time keeping a hold on my darling sister is running out. Though i don't want to be rid of you yet... Ah, I have it. Until you think of a more fitting name for that drow body, I might go fetch a nice wolf or other mindless beast whose body you can inhabit." She moved a land to lift the pendant a bit and look into it. "I always wanted a spunky little imp to make my familiar..." Here eyes flicked back up to match her prisoner's "What do you say?"

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She watched the last moments of 'Red' within her sister before the change occurred. Watching the shaking and the cursing as a drow tongue filled the body once more, eyes rolling as suddenly there was a jerk. The returned soul reacting to the inflicted pains it had missed when the body was not its own. Briz carefully removed the pendant from her sibling;s head and swung it once more, watching it and then the ebony form in front of her.

"Oh my days have just gotten a bit more delicious."