LUX, BELLADONNA EMILIANO OMPHREY

[BELLADONNA LUX]

N A M E Gremlin (down as weeGremlin in cbox) though have also been known as a wiiide variety of names over the years.
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O T H E R . C H A R A C T E R S Naaada. I am an innocent little newbie
R A N D O M . F A C T Uhh....I ate a spider?

N A M E Belladonna Emiliano Omphrey Lux
N I C K N A M E S Donna
A G E28
B I R T H D A T E12th October
G E N D E R female
S E X U A L I T Y asexual
O C C U P A T I O N Assassin and professional aquirer (i.e. professional thief)
M A G I C ? Belladonna has a very strong control over the element of fire, being able to both conjur and weild it at will. She also has a little control over wind and matter, being able to quieten her foot falls or her blade as she draws it from its sheath as well as creating a sudden wind in the immediate space, though this last one cannot be kept up for very long, and the silencing can only be done over the quietest of sounds. This also leads on to her being able to sense when someone is approaching (though noting shifts in the air from movement. (Note: this can only really be done within quite a limited space if just one person, though she can sense armys at further distanes mainly because of their size and therefore heightened disturbance to the air). Along with this she does have the ability to slow down time for brief periods (which she will usually utilise in battle, but only does so very rarely).

H E I G H T 5'5"
W E I G H T 140
B U I L D Skinny, but she is stronger than she looks!
E Y E S green and very angular
H A I R Unnaturally red hair which she will normally wear long.
I D E N T I F I E R S unnatural reddish hair and strange make up along with unusual clothing choices (she just tends to pick up stuff as she travels and change as she goes).
A P P E A R A N C E Belladonna is easily recognisable from a distance, with her unnaturally coloured red hair standing out a mile! She isnt the tallest of people, with petite features and angular, catlike green eyes which she accentuates with heavy and often unusual makeup. She may look scrawny, but she is actually much stronger than she looks, with heavy military training she has some pretty toned up muscles hiding beneath that moon pale skin. Being abit of an oddball, Belladonna likes to collect things. Its never really predictable what she takes a liking to, so her clothing can change with the wind at times, though at others shell literally be wearing something until it rots away and falls off her body and she simply wont care. One of her slightly more unusual traits is when she wins a fight against someone who she regards as a particularly legendary foe, she will often take something of theres, sometimes a charm to make into a necklace or bracelet (In one case she even took a bootlance) as a victory trinket, if you will. If there isnt anything on their person which she fancies to make up this trinket, she will cut a lock of hair from their head and add it to the little collection she has pinned into her own unusual hair already.

L I K E S
-silence
-being alone
-blood
-fire
-collecting things
-winning
D I S L I K E S
-People who talk to much
-cryers
-turn coats
-the cold
-Niendra
-Niendrian rulers
F E A R S
-water (asin large, deep expanses like the sea or lakes...shes not all that fond of rivers or the like either)
-being buried alive
S T R E N G T H S
-fighting (both physical and magical)
-sneaking
-intelligent
-calculating
-climbing
-excells at hand to hand combat
-independant
W E A K N E S S E S
-When shes mad she has trouble controlling herself (this includes her magic, and quite often nearby objects will burst into flames..oopsies)
-unpredictable
-close minded
-not easily persuaded
-untrusting
-loner
-ever so slightly lacking in people skills
-hot headed
-quick tempered
-just a little overly violent (shoot first, questions later kinda girl)
-cant swim
Q U I R K S
-quite detached from others
-Her strange little collectomania habit
G O A L S
-Revenge on Niendrian monarchy in general (and to a slightly lesser extent, the people)
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Belladonna is a bit of an odd one to say the least. To an outsider she can seem quite detached from reality, seeming to look upon the world from another plane to everyone else. She is silent and would always prefer her own company to that of everyone else, but if you get her riled up, boy oh boy it doesnt take much to coax out her explosive temper (sometimes quite literally)! She will generally either barely react to something, or react hugely, she doesnt really have much of an inbetween. Headstrong and independant, Donna detests being told what to do. Even if it appears as though she is following through orders, more likely than not its only appearing that way because it suits her and shes preparing to switch things around for her own benefit, or even just for fun and games.

Most of the time she isnt all that big a fan of other people. At most they just become neutral in her books, as opposed to annoying or worse. She will generally be short, sharp and honest with you, regardless of who you are. Donna isnt one to shy away from a good fight either, infact some might say shes quite blood thirsty, but in reality she just likes a good bit of competition where the stakes are high and shes got nothing to lose.

F A M I L Y
mother - Arianne Orion Reela'chin Lux - deceased
father - Collen Ariabach Jason Lux - deceased
brother - Careem Diavannon Lux - 33
brother - Maximus Riach Erban Lux - 30
brother - Torren Wyvern Brynnach Lux - deceased
sister - Rue Leylah Clackmannon Fiametta Seraphina Lux - deceased
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Ka-Rin, small town in Carthonia, just over the mountains from maesser, near the border with Niendra. Tries to stay out of the way but is plagued by frequent raids from Niendra
H I S T O R Y

Belladonna was born to proud parents Arianne and Collen Lux, the fourth child and first girl. The family owned a small farm on the outskirts of Ka-Rin. a small town near the border between Carthonia and Niendra. It was a good arrangement, the farm wasnt big because the mountainous area was quite lacking in fertile soil, but this was a nice little spot near the river with their house not far from town at all. They would all help on the farm, and on market days they would travel into town, normally leaving a couple behind on the farm to do general chores and keep an eye on the animals, but they generally led a fairly peaceful existance. Attempted raids on the town from Niendra werent all that uncommon either, but normally they were fended off at the pass by the nations border patrols. It was always a very quiet, quite insignificant town as far as towns go, so even when raiding parties slipped through Ka-Rin generally went by ignored and untouched. However, when Donna was 7 years old, that all changed.

It is unclear weither the raiding party was just bandits, or a genuine group of Niendrian forces, either way they swept through the town on market day, completely dessimating everything in sight. They set fire to most buildings, killing everyone they came accross and shooting them down as they ran from the ashes, every last one of them, man woman and child. Belladonna and her two brothers, Careem and Maximus, had been fortunate enough to be out collecting mushrooms in the woods when this happened. They emerged to see black smoke rising from their beloved home town and the ground scattered with bodies. The raiders had taken everything they could get their hands on and left the bodies where they fell.

The three young children, aged 7, 9 and 12 wandered through the carnage, completely gobsmacked by the waste. Very few were left alive, and those that were seemed to be without law. Their cart lay in the market place, charred and smoking, an indestinguishable skeleton wearing her fathers boots slumped against it in surprise. Running straight home they found their house raided and deserted apart from their mothers body, dress forced up round her waist, her body on the bed and her head laying on the floor.

Racing back out of the house and accross the ploughed field there was a small figure in white and red laying face down in the mud. Donna ran accross the rutted ground, dropping to her knees in the soft dirt to cradle her four year old little sisters limp body in her arms. Belladonna had always been an odd child, but children themselves are odd in nature. Maybe if she hadnt been through this traumatic event Belladonna wouldnt have turned out to be quiet so odd and distant as she did. But as it is, it did happen, and now she is hell beant on revenge. The siblings fled accross the mountains to Maesser, reporting the incident and begging for help. They were told that it was Niendrian troops and sent on their way to fend for themselves.

The kids, for want of any other means of survival, resorted to pickpocketing and thieving, running around in a local gang of kids, some were the children of beggars and prostitutes, left to wander the streets, others had been displaced, like Belladonna and her brothers, by the Niendrian raids. She saw things there that no child should ever have to see, creeping around in the shadows, crawling around in the muck and waste for coppers. Even finding a simple Gopif was considered a godsend as the children floundered through for life, and even the youngest of the kids learnt to fight fircely like little tigers for the little they called their own.

When she was 12 Belladonna was approached for a little job. Small and lithe, she was an accomplished climber and had already earned herself a good hard fighters reputation. The job was simple, the only reason they came to her was they needed someone small. Someone who would be able to crawl into an upstairs window unnoticed and leave a little message of sorts. The kind of message that ends in a sharp red point if you catch my drift. She did the job, and it payed well. She had more money in her pocket from this one job than for anything she'd ever done in her life. Revealing her little secret to her brothers they were extremely unhappy with what she had done, trying to make her promise not to do it again. But Donna had just had her first taste of blood, and despite her early childhood trauma, knew that this was the road for her.

By the time she was 17, Belladonna had made quite a name for herself in the assassins ring, her home town had been slowly rebuilt and her brothers had found themselves at a fork in the road. Maximus going back to their home farm to work and till the land, still struggling with the loss of his twin brother, and Careem taking a slightly less honest outlook to life, though he split from Belladonna none the less. She travelled accross Carthonia, making money and travelling as she pleased, taking jobs to occupy herself. The only reason she didnt cross the boarder seekin revenge was because she promised Careem that she wouldnt do so on her own, not unless she had the entire army behind her. For all her promises mean nothing to anyone else in the world, Donna trusts her brothers explicitly. After all the hardships they've been through together, they are the only ones who really have any semblance of control over her.

She doesnt really care so much for money beyond what she needs to survive, often giving it away to unlucky street urchins who she perhaps sees little bits of her former self in, or even stashing it away. Over the years she has done both solo work, and undertaken group jobs, forming associative buisness relations with afew companions, though of course in true style of Belladonna, never becoming more emotionally connected than recognising that she could rely on certain individuals to watch her back ina tight spot and to do a good job.

C O D E . W O R D
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S A M P L E . P O S T

Lili Rose Gliss -- Succubus

Rain. What was it about that cold, creeping damp which annoyed her so? Lili stood by the full length windows in the good lounge of her large mansion house, looking out at the garden as it was spattered with the cold, heaven sent droplets. They soaked into the soil around the grass and plants and darkened the cobblestones which wound in a wide arch to the tall wall which surrounded her property, enchanted, of course, by only the very best of sorcerers to ward off intruders. Unfortunately there was nothing he could do on a permanent basis against this god forsaken wet. Still, at least it was mild enough for it not to turn into ice. For the moment, anyway. At least when it snowed the whole affair had a sort of romanticism to it. Not that Lili really cared for love, the succubus had a heart of still, cold stone, hard as diamonds and impossible to crack.But still. It was the thought and atmosphere that counts!

She unfolded her arms and turned away from the window, tall black stillettos clicking on the polished wooden floor before her footsteps were softened by the large pile carpet which took pride of place in the centre of the room. "Alfredo!" she called out to the apparently empty house as her shoes clicked their way through loudly into the entrance hall, echoing around the finely decorated wooden panneling and up the marble staircase.

"Yes my lady?" the blonde elf replied, gliding out of the shadows beneath the staircase where only Lili and scant few others knew that there was a hidden door secreted back into the panelling which allowed access to a labyrinth of hidden passageways which led through the bowels of the house and beyond. He was dressed smart, as per usual, his brightly polished shoes barely making a noise as he glided across the floor towards her and stopped, awaiting her words.

"Ready the carriage please, Alfredo. Im going out tonight." A tiny smirk followed her last words, accompanied by a knowing little twinkle in her eye as she moved towards the cloak room.

"Ill inform Dante right away, madam." he replied with a small bow of his head before turning and disappearing back into the shadows.

"Thank you Alfredo." Lili could hear the soft tread of Alfredos shoes barely making a noise as he closed the well oiled door behind him and disappeared down a passage. He was a good elf, Alfredo. And his presence in the house comforted her. As any houseworkers should, she supposed. Lili wasnt really the trusting kind, but the elf had been with her a long time, so she figured that if she could trust anyone, it would be him. She really didnt have many house staff, but those she did have she trusted implicitliy. Lord knows what shed do if she lost one of them! Finding a replacement would be an absolute nightmare! Still, she had taken special care to only employ immortals, generally elfs. They seemed particularly good at resisting her certain brand of lust. Perhaps it was something to do with prolongued exposure to her, or, more likely, it was just in their genes. Either way, it was extremely fortunate for all of them.

Sweeping into her cloakroom which was neatly organised according to what she should need on any given day Lili selected a black umbrella that not only matched her modest, black dress, but also the black night which had followed on from the black weather of the day. In truth, the dress wasnt at all modest, neither in cut nor in price as Lili had gotten exceedingly used to only the finest seamstress in all of Ortsoleum, and with that kind of prestige you simply did not skimp on cut price garments! Slipping on a pair of gloves she strode back out into the hallway, pushing open the large oak front doors of her stately home as she flipped her umbrella up to protect her from the wet. Striding down the sodden stone steps it only took her a few extra strides on the cobbles before she was stepping up the steps of the carriage and into the dry, her way lit by small golden globes of light, also curtosey thanks to the same sorcorer who was responsible for her magnificent perimeter walls.

The carraige juddered across the cobbles and out into the city. It didnt take long to arrive at her destination, and Lili quickly hopped out of the carriage, glancing back quickly to give a brief nod to the raven haired elf who was in charge of the horses who was sheltering beneath the brim of the carriage before she hurried inside. Stepping inside the door she was hit with all the various aeromas that you expect to encounter when you enter Wits End. It was a dark little pub. That was probably one of the reasons why Lili happened to like it so much. Succubi fed on the darker sides of humanity, after all.

Gliding across the room she ignored the looks she got from other customers, just drinking in the emotions. She leant on the bar, smiling coyly at the barman as he caught her eye and evidently hurried to detangle himself from the conversation he was having with an obvious regular. An arm wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her close towards whoever the stranger was and she glanced to the left as a familiar face appeared in her own field of vision. Her lips flirted with the idea of a smirk at his reaction as he realised who it was, stopping mid word and loosening his grip on her small waist, though quite clearly not letting go. Some men never changed then.

"No, apparently not. Im surprised they let you out again though, Donnie. What happened? They replace your keepers with another Eve?" she asked, her calculating eyes round with mock innocence, head cocked slightly to the right as she turned to face him, pressing her body up against his just to see if she could make him squirm.

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