Valeria Diablos Done

Posts : 1 Join date : 2012-06-26

Name: Valeria Diablos
Age: 395 [looks to be in her later twenties]
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, male preference
Occupation: Hit-man

Personality: The personality of Val is where she gets her horrid nickname as Lucifer. She is cruel and 'heartless' towards people. Her main goal is to create and force chaos on those around her. All of her life as long as she has known is that of seducing and tempting others into her evil ways. Should they bore her or not comply? Then she discards them. Tosses them aside with ease. Her body not easily attached to anyone. Most of the time she would rather be away from people in general. Her mentality that of a loner as she searches for no mate nor does she search for another's company on purpose unless it suits her. She is not the type to have close friends and mainly keeps enemies by her side. Day by day fighting and killing. Her own mind simply on kill. To see blood, to cause more blood. To ruin lives and to only seek her own pleasure from another person's pain. She is a sadist and a masochist through and through, making her seem to be a demon in human hide. The false testimonies she give only that much more cruel to those who fall for her game, which is nearly everyone.

Dominance, she always has to be top dog. She always has to be the last one standing, the one on top and the one who calls the shots. She will do anything to get to this spot short of kissing someone's ass. She doesn't lower herself to begging, ever and torture just turns her on. In fact chaos in general is what she fucks. There are a few people though where even this level of longing is so badly wanted she will beg. That much of an impact in her life is rarely found as she cares for so few people in this world. However for the few people she worships, she will do anything to prove her worth. Though she hates to be reminded of it, she will deny it to her grave and will ignore any comment towards her being a teacher's pet. She loves causing mayhem, making people betray one another and general cruel actions. Her words stirring and weaving lie after lie to catch people in, web after web. No, she herself has never been caught in the webs she weaves, but others fall for her ways with ease. This woman will fight for her position and the thought of being an underdog sickens her. As her personality will allow others to think they're her boss but she only lets that remain as an illusion for them to sleep with. A way to let them rest well at night before she turns on them.

It is possible Val has no friends, hence her job as a hitman. Her face holding a sick smile and her lips a cruel love for mindfucking people. She doesn't rape as her words stir people to sleep with her with consent. A sort of black widow that will afterwards ruin the name of her lover. Yet she is as a shadow and no one intimidates this little lady. She is cocky and arrogant, yet always seeming relaxed and not at all stirred to panic. She has her fears, however never shows them. Her posture that of someone who is better than you. Her words pulling people into a false sense if security. She will gladly pretend to be your friend for a price then backstab at the will of the highest bidder. A cruel woman who has no love in her it seems nor humility. Aroused by pain and constantly convincing others to do things they wouldn't normally. A literal home wrecker she is a dreaded shadow and considered the daughter of the devil if not the devil himself as her very presence meant doom for those who saw that shadowy appearance. Like a thief she stays stowed away in hiding. Not many know what she looks like but she is seen as a sort of threat, a warning to people. She is nocturnal and only comes out to play during the night usually. Her body matching in the shadows so much better and her face hidden. It is debated on whether this shadowy figure is male or female from the dark she chooses and in the process very few actually know her as this Lucifer character.
Appearance: Her body without clothes is that of a model's. Her face well formed, curved perfect like a doll's. Skin a fair peach and curves in all the right places. Her cup size a medium c, but well hidden in the cover of her red jacket. The long sleeves cover and have cuffs of white at the end. Upon the length up to the shoulder on both sides are patterned diamonds. The cuffs are rigid with a sort of jagged shape to them with dots of holes to decorate. Her collar remains unfolded which looks a bit odd with the red of the jacket. Upon the connection of the collar is a large white bow that would cover a majority of her chest with the tails falling to her stomach and even a bit past. The whole of her blouse reaches her thighs before cutting off. Beneath a black skirt of a shiny material would sit covering her lap, but not restricting mobility. She has knee high white boots that thread in the front to lace up. As well she has white gloves.

Pics:
Demon form:
Location: N/A (she's a wanderer)
Affiliation: Chaotic/Neutral
Race: Daemon

Ability: Sex appeal
Description: Look deep into her eyes. Those violet orbs that steal away your breath in a figurative sense. An ability that makes her body seem rather attractive to the eye. Curves in all the right places. Her ability is to create a sense of appeal about her. Being a succubus her body screams 'sex' to mentalities. Looking upon eyes triggers the 'sexual' part of the brain. There is no breaking of will from looking upon her, a slight hinderance in mental waves, but that's all her ability does.
Access: Unique

Weapon Template:

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Name: Hell's guide
Type: Scythe
-Sub_Type: Offensive
Rank: 4
Looks:

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The blade itself looks evil. With an ancient look around its length. Rivets and designs with versus from the devil's book upon the pole. The length a good five and a half feet of height with the blade itself being a good two feet of tapered sharpness. The blade seems to corrode to crimson-ish rust with golden inscription stating "Guide them to Hell" carved about fourth an inch thick on the thickest parts of the curved sickle. The arch of the blade makes it a bit easier for access of the blade. The blade itself was not smooth but a bit more of lightning. At the meeting of the pole and the metal would be the shape of a skull with blood red crystals for the eyes. The bottom of the pole would hold the curve of three smaller gems. A series of five red gems about two inches above the three. It is made of hard metal, very durable and reliable. The pole is made of a malleable carbon steel, but has aged to darken in the curves. As well blood is splashed upon the pole.
Material: Carbon Steel
Description: See pic?
Abilities: N/a

Item Template:

Quote :: Name: [What is the name of your item callled?]
Appearance: [This is optional.]
Type: [This is Medicine, Supplement, Enhancer, or Other.]
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History: Valeria wasn't always the way she is now. Her life full of confusion, deceit and tricks. However to get where she was she had a beginning. She was born the youngest of three children. Her older siblings both children whom bullied her daily for being a girl and would pick on her all through the first years of grade school. Her being the shy girl, the good girl. She was kind, sweet and caring, always helping the other children, never harming a fly. She was terrified of bugs and the dark and thought boys had cooties, the good old days. Oddly enough, she was always advanced for her age. Always ahead of the curb and quiet the leader. Her name was always, Vally or Val. She was willing to do anything for anyone if they asked her to. A long time ago when she still had friends.

Unfortunately the good years had to come to an end and that struck when she hit grade school, the middle years, Third grade to be precise. Upon coming home from school she would walk into a bloodied house. In belief it was a nightmare and yet, it wasn't. Her step father standing among a vary of two bodies; one being her blood father and the other her uncle. Why they had been killed, Val never knew nor understood and never bothered to ask. She didn't want to know. It was a situation better left to the silence. Her short body suppressing it within seconds of seeing it as her mother came to greet her. They had Val help hide the body and told her a specific lie that she had to make sure never to tell the truth about. They even went so far as to punish her if she blinked the wrong way, burrowing that lie into her very being.

A year would pass by before another lie would be created, only this time it was focused on her. A weekend home alone with her stepfather and mother, both brothers at a friend's house would allow her parents the time of day to initiate a sick plan. While she was sleeping, they would tie her down and molest her, some sort of sick ritual in the process. What they were doing Val didn't know, but she cried for mercy and tugged at the ropes as the unspeakable to her would happen, tears on her crying face. Her body trying its best to break free with no avail.

The following five years Val shelled up, suppressing the continuous demonic deeds of her parents and prayed to God to help her. Yet no salvation came. After six years of no help, Val turned to a different source for help. Her mind shifting to satanic praise. A ritualistic prayer after another molestation of the devil to take care of her family, to rid them of their deeds. The next day she awoke to find that her parents were dead. One dying in a car crash, the other was brutally murdered by a stab in the throat. Val was far more than enthused and gave praise. She became obsessed, almost sickeningly as she lived with her older brother. Both of her brothers knew what had been happening and decided to ignore it and leave Valeria at the pray of her fate. Oh how she would get them back.

One night it seemed Val would initiate a prayer, a ritual, as she would become continuous on it, her body almost a house for the devil to be in as some would explain. She would slip in her brother's room and her fun would begin. Upon making her eldest a brother a unique, she would shove the dismembered member down the man's throat and suffocate him with it. Her voice laughing at him as he choked to death. Mocking him as she would say; "Now you can be silenced forever." He didn't die that way, no, instead she would pull it out and grab his tongue, slicing it out completely so he could drown in his own blood, "Now you can stay silent forever." She would burn the room down, carving an anarchy symbol in his chest before fleeing.

Soon after she struck again. This time she would use words and convince someone to help her. This man not knowing his own doom. She had a man hired to rape her own brother and then she would slice at his throat before pulling out her pistol and shooting her partner in the head. There were no people to spare in her line of duty. Val fled the town, but was casual about it, being placed under foster care, oddly no one chasing after her as a suspect. Her new life less chaotic for a while until they dropped the subject another three years later.

Once she was free from any of the suspicious lights, she would runaway from her foster home and start a new life. In her eyes people were evil and she decided to due the world a favor and kill them all. To ruin their lives and punish them, using her charm to get them to fall for her tricks. Oh how awful she was to people, killing off all her old friends and anyone who came too close to her secrets. Soon after she would fake her own death and join a hitman agency. That way she could get paid for what she enjoyed doing. Her new location in hiding, where few if any know of her happenings.

Not long after her fit, she had run into a man. Her relationship with him questionable especially after him forcing himself upon her. Oddly enough the stalking had paid off and she employed him. The man became a pet to her. Or so she said. This daemon known as Adryion was a toy Val used to get some things done that she didn't like and the little annoying errands to go. He became the closest thing to a friend Valeria had an later she confided into him her story. This little effort was one that could be appreciated only by the man. Though she had been in tears when she told him and near death itself.

As odd as it was, Val had found herself attached to this man. He was not immune to her powers, but he had stolen what bit of a heart she had with ease. She soon became betrothed and then married. An odd couple, a man o rage and a woman of such beginnings soon were starting a family. Her first born, was her favorite child. The one she treasured the most and loved the dearest. She smothered him in love and come time for him to leave the nest, she wouldn't let him without a battle. Even though she lost, she didn't want him to leave and begged him to visit, so when he didn't she sought to trace him. She never lets her son go out alone.
Family: Parents deceased, siblings eliminated, 24 various children, the oldest being 'Isaiah Gates'