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Name: Lily Strider

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Shifter Form: Nine-Tailed Fox

Human Appearance:
Lily is roughly 170 high with a somewhat athletic build with a few muscles, but nothing extraordinary, being visible. It doesn’t take two glances to see that Lily has japanese blood in her veins, though mixed with something western. Her hair is pitch black and reaches absurd lengths, going down past her buttocks, though usually held in a braid. Her eyes are a dark brown—almost black—and peeks out from beneath a pair of equally dark eyebrows, a hard glint almost always visible in them, rarely ever absent. Her lips are prominent, with a rosy colour and noticeable pucker. She's nothing extraordinary when it comes to womanly assets either, being medium both up front and behind—perhaps even less than medium.

Shifter Appearance:

Here's a shameless steal to show what she looks like.

In her human form one might say that she’s decently pretty, but none would deny the fact that she’s a stunning beauty when she Shifts: Jet black hair the same length as before and kept in a braid as well, although there is enough hair to cover where her human ears would be. Her eyes are a striking summer blue with slitted pupils, giving her a slightly feral—and sometimes mischievous—look. Nine white tails extend from behind her, each about as long as she is tall and covering in soft, silky fur. All four of her canines are elongated, each a good centimetre longer than usual, giving her toothy smiles a bit of a dangerous edge to it all thanks to her fangs. It also makes her bites that much more painful, and potentially dangerous. Another thing that should be noted is that, in this form, she is the epitome of feminine beauty in accordance with the legends, with full lips, long eyelashes and so on; something which she's actually rather fond of, if she had to say so herself.

Where her nails are usually kept short for convenience’s sake, they are quite long when she's shifted, with an ever so slight rounded point to them, and coloured a purple-ish blue. Aside from that her hips become wider, as does her bosom become a fair bit larger. Where before her body had been somewhat tough thanks to her developing muscles and athletic lifestyle, they have now softened; giving her a body devoid of hardened muscles but rich with pleasant curves. Her facial structure also changes as well, becoming more sharper and a little angled; more fox-like as opposed to the roundness it had before.

Abilities:
Athletic and flexible, skilled at gymnastics/parkour, and a very fast and agile runner.

Powers:
True to the mischievous and trickster nature of the Kitsune in the legends, Lily's magical skills are focused mostly around illusions, enabling her to trick the senses of those around her; create ghost sounds and touches and make them see things that are not there. The more energy she uses the more powerful the illusions.

She also has a secondary magical gift which allows her to drain life energy from the area around her and use it for various purposes ranging from creating a light source to weaponizing it. The amount of energy she draws from anyone depends on how much they are willing to give, or how much more powerful her will is than theirs. She can freely take from plants and smaller animals, though she has to overwhelm the mind of other sentient beings, or larger animals, to drain theirs, though doing so is forbidden—A rule set in place by Ikari, the Kitsune Teacher.

Background:
Lily has never had an easy life, not by a long shot. For as long as she can remember she has been on the street, without easy access to food or shelter. She never knew her parents and has been forced to steal to survive more times than she can count. Her early life was spent in the company of an elderly person called Max, also a homeless man. For the first several years of her life he took care of her, sharing what food he had between the two of them. She remembers little about him, save that he was kind and patient, and always soothed her whenever she got sad, or cold. One fond memory from her past is one winter night when he gave up his coat for her so that she didn’t freeze.

Alas, fond though that memory may be, it was also what led to his death. He caught a harsh flu and, without money for medicine and no hospitals in the town, got deathly ill and died by the end of winter. She was six years old back then, and it took several years before she finally stopped blaming herself for his death, and realised that his old age was why he had died and not just because he got sick.

The town where she lived, she later found out, was located somewhere in England. She never really bothered to learn the name of it as her mind was more focused on finding food and a place to sleep each night, but staying unaware of her hometown was not quite possible. The town was Lichfield, a small-ish town with around thirty thousand citizens.

Aside from her time with Max, her life was rather uneventful. She scraped together what food and money she could, stole when money was scarce, and hoarded when she had sufficient.

She was a skilled thief. Quick with her fingers, and even quicker on her legs. There were hardly any roof she hadn’t been on, no alley she hadn’t sped through or hidden in when some gang or other criminal chased her. She lived on those skills, and constantly trained with whatever she had at her disposal to stay in shape; to stay quick and agile. It wasn’t always enough, however, as she was cornered from time to time, beaten up and had whatever food and money she had stolen. Life in a small city was never easy, and the multiple bruises she got was proof of that, and even though she often longed to just rob someone blind, hide the money somewhere safe and live a somewhat decent life, she didn’t. Stealing when she had to was something she was had no reservations with doing, but taking more than she needed… she did look down on that, especially those who stole from others who had so little—She wasn’t completely without morals, after all.

The day came, however, when the war erupted and the Shifter Program was started. She had heard, and noticed, the people going around recruiting everyone who would be willing to be test subjects. Lily initially volunteered, but due to her young age they wouldn’t accept her: A 13 year old was not old enough to become a potential soldier, regardless of her zeal. It was her chance for a proper life, a job, a room of her own. A chance for a life where she didn’t have to wonder if she’d go hungry to bed that night, wonder if she had to run from the police yet again for stealing. But they wouldn’t let her.

Seven years went by with her asking every time they came to Lichfield to recruit, but every time they told her no because she was too young. That was until she turned 20, and they returned to Lichfield after three years of absence. She was finally over 18 and, to her relief, they finally let her join. She didn’t hesitate even once about leaving her old life behind.

She was brought to a facility in Spain, the nearest one at the time, and was immediately subjected to test after test, swarmed by humans and Mythics alike, each of them trying to figure what type of creature she was compatible with. The next day came faster than she realised, and the knews were thrust upon her: She was a Kitsune, or Nine Tailed Fox. She was compatible with a Demon Class, specializing in illusions and speed.

She didn’t care much about the news at first, but all the excited voices of the other applicants talking about what kind of Mythic they were compatible, and how much they wished to be able to test the abilities they would get… It infected her, so little by little she was getting excited as well, wondering how she’d look and how many tails she’d get. One of the things about Kitsune, she’d heard some of the people in the facility say, was that they were one of the few where you could estimate their power by their number of tails. Usually a Shifter only had between four to seven tails, but the occasional eight-tailed Kitsune also popped up. Nine-tailed ones were exceedingly rare, with only a handful having appeared in the past ten years since the Shifters came to be. She secretly hoped for seven or more.

Finally came the day—after all the others had been tested for compatibility—when she would undergo the process of becoming a shifter. The memory is still vivid in her mind, of standing stark naked in that strange, vertical tube with electrodes attached to every conceivable part of her body; from chest to legs, scalp to feet. One might say that she was covered head to toe in electrodes.

The process itself wasn’t painful, as she was knocked unconscious almost the moment a strange, blue-ish liquid started flowing into the tube itself. No, there wasn’t any pain but what happened when she awoke might as well have been for how vividly she remembered it all. The first thing she noticed as she was brought back to consciousness, still stark naked inside that tube, was a heavy weight behind her. A quick glance revealed a multitude of tails. She had counted them, counted every one of them and felt the joy fill her as she counted five and she wasn’t finished counting yet. She had gotten the seven tails she had been hoping for, but… There wasn’t seven.

She was stunned. She could hardly comprehend the fact that she, a no-body from the streets of a small town in Britain, was a Kitsune with NINE tails. The rarest and, supposedly, most powerful of them. That alone made her soar: She was special, she wasn’t a nobody. She was _something_ now, and not just an unwanted rat on the streets. But that wasn’t all, she soon discovered.

They had a large, wall-length mirror installed in the room where the process took place, and when she looked in that she almost dropped her jaw. She had always prided herself on being fairly pretty—at least among the rabble on the street. She had no uneven teeth, no excessive amount of pimples, and she managed to keep relatively clean. But what she saw was beyond her imagining.

It wasn’t a word she would have used about anyone she just met or saw in passing, let alone herself, but in that moment the only word that came to mind was “Beautiful.” Her eyes were a summer blue, and slitted, as opposed to their usual dark brown. Her face had become more angular, sharper, and more fox-like. What’s more, the toned and athletic body she prided herself on was gone, replaced instead by the well kept and fit body of a gorgeous woman, wide hips and a bust far larger than what little she had had before.

It was the first time in years that she had cried. Just seeing herself like that, seeing, and feeling, that she was worth something. Not just because of her enhanced looks, but also because she knew that with this transformation, she could help others. Selfish though she might have been, she’d learned from Max early on that compassion goes a long way.

The following days brought with them several more discoveries. Among them the fact that her smell, hearing, and sight had been vastly enhanced when she Shifted, as well as her speed and raw physical strength being far above what she had previously had. One of the most annoying changes in her Shifter form, she decided, were the fangs. Sure they looked good and gave her smile a certain level of viciousness, but the amount of times she had to put healing salve on a lip she had punctured was high. Far higher than she’d like.

In the following two years from when she was shipped off to the Academy from the facility in spain, to when she started her final year in said Academy, a lot of things happened. For once, she learned how to fight and utilize her knew powers. She learned how to trick the minds of others, to change reality as she saw fit and how to draw the very life out of plants and trees, small animals and insects. She was forced through tactics classes, dragged through the mud when she didn’t meet the field trainer’s expectations.

She learned a lot, and while she appreciated that there was still one thing she gained that she treasured, and still treasures, above all else: Her girlfriend, Tsukiko, a fellow Demon Class Shifter, and a Bakeneko—a two-tailed Cat-and-Human hybrid with the ability to divide herself into two, one tail staying with each of the ‘copies’. She was a sweet japanese girls, and one of the few who managed to get past her tough exterior, and touch and thaw the frozen heart within her. They hit it off early, and their initial friendship bloomed into something more in the months following their arrival at the Academy.

Now they’re inseparable, spending much of their free-time together and sparring when they get the chance.

As for Lily, so far she’s enjoying her stay at the Academy. For the first time in her life she has a bed and a room for herself. She doesn’t have to worry about food, or how to not get cold during the winter.

If it means that she’ll have to fight and put her life on the line to pay back for all of that, then so be it. At the very least, she spent the last of her life being happy if things go bad.

Personality:
As opposed to the kind nature of Ikari, Lily is quite the rough girl. Her life on the streets has made its mark on her, making her aggressive and distrustful. She’s used to having very little, and what little she has has always been in danger of being stolen. As such she’s very possessive and protective, suspicious of anyone she might find near her rooms getting a little too close to the few she cares about—Especially her girlfriend.

Despite this, she can be perfectly friendly and amicable if someone proves to her that they are trustworthy, though it doesn’t get rid of her tough exterior. Some might call her a Tsundere (made even more exasperating due to her japanese roots), and they might be right. She doesn’t open up easy, and she’s stubborn, but she isn’t impossible to befriend. She’s the kind of person you can count on when things go downhill if you have managed to win her over to your side.

Furthermore, she’s somewhat arrogant and a tad narcissistic, as well as being the kind of person who has trouble seeing the difference between right and wrong. That is not to say that has no regards for other people, but having lived a life where taking what you could from an exposed fruit stall or sneak the wallet out of some fat business man’s pocket has sort of made her indifferent to stealing, meaning that she’s not opposed to taking something if she feels that she has a need of it—something her girlfriend is trying to make her stop doing.

Other:
- She is very proud of her looks in her Shifter form, and can be caught admiring her naked self in the mirror if you “forget” to knock in the late evening before entering her room.

- She’s a lesbian and has a girlfriend who’s also a Shifter: A fellow Demon Class able to shift into a Bakeneko. Her name is Tsukiko, and she’s born Japanese.

- Her name was given to her by Max. Lily because he thought she was a pretty little girl, like a lily, and Strider because she was quick on her feet and faster than most kids her age.

- Her hair is as long as it is because she never really had a proper chance to cut it while living on the streets, so she just got used to it being so long.

- Lily is being taught Japanese by Tsukiko, and is decent at it so far, able to at least swear at it and do simple shopping in a japanese town. Longer conversations is something she’s still working on.

new version

Name: Lily Strider
Alias: Inari
Race: Kitsune/Fox Spirit (was once human)
Sex: Female
Class: Trickster
Appearance: As a human Lily might have been described as simply pretty, but following her transformation from human to something with mythological, there is no denying her striking, youthful, beauty. She is a comparatively tall woman, standing at 175cm, built slender and athletic yet with prominent assets, who presents herself with a calm and oftentimes aloof front - standing straight-backed and observant.

While not immediately obvious, closer inspection will reveal and Eastern Asian heritage, mixed with European blood, granting her large, expressive eyes, coloured a brilliant blue - brown, when she was still human - full lips, and a fair, heart-shaped face that gives her a surprisingly gentle look, counteracting the feral nature that her slitted pupils, elongated canines, and large, vulpine ears atop her head, seem to imply. Perhaps most important of all regarding her mythological side, are the nine, snow white, fox tails, growing out from behind her, each almost as long as she is tall and - were she to be a judge - delightfully fluffy and soft.

Of the features she retained from when she was human, her hair is the most noticeable. Hanging free, the cascades of jet black hair, falling down her back, would reach to her thighs; straight and thick. She, however, most often wears it in one thick braid, tied at the end with a red silk ribbon gifted to her by her lover once. Like her hair, she wears her finger nails long and straight, tapering to a softly rounded point at the end, and perpetually coloured a purpleish blue.

While she would enjoy to wear almost any and all kinds of dresses, at any given day, current situation taken into consideration she is most likely found wearing a short, dark jacket over a white shirt, dark leggings and a long, loose skirt.

Equipment:
Short of her own clothes, Lily is a fighter without weapons, preferring instead her wits and quick reflexes. She does have with her a pack of food and other necessities.

Abilities:
Lily is a quick and agile individual, possessing speed and agility beyond human limitations. Besides various tricks of the trade like pickpocketing, deft and nimble finger, gymnastics, parkour, and the skill to hide almost anywhere, Lily possesses vast magical powers focused almost solely around the illusory and evocation schools.

Thanks to the relatively limited repertoire of abilities her transformation granted her, she has been able to become incredibly skilled in their use in the just ten years that she has had them. These abilities include, true to the the mythology, being able to conjure and control fire and lightning, not to mention vivid and intricate illusions, capable of not only tricking the eyes, but also the other four senses. The power of her illusions, so to speak, is determined by how much her opponent believes them to be true. She could conjure the image of a boulder and let it fall down upon her adversary, and if they believed to be real, they would feel the impact and the pain as if it were real, however they would not be hurt by it, only believe so. Essentially, the more gullible or less thoughtful her opponent is, the higher the chances that her illusions will work as intended.

Until the matter of destructive abilities, she has a total of three types of magic: Fire, lightning, and force. Starting with force, it is the least complicated and most basic use of her magic. She is simply sends forth a wave of nearly invisible kinetic energy at short to medium range. It is a simple cantrip that, none the less, packs enough of a punch to dent a one inch steel plate.

Fire and lightning are somewhat more complex - the friction from her tails moving against each other, creates and stores up electricity for Lily to use, and unleash. This means that, to be observant, rapid movements of her tail is a tell for when she is planning to use her lightning. The range of this is anywhere from melee to long range, as is the voltage and amperage. This means that she can replicate a taser by touching, or creates a veritable lightning strike by unleashing it all at once. More powerful strikes requires more power, and so she needs more time to refuel afterwards.

Fire obeys the same rules as lightning, in that she uses the friction of her tails to generate heat that becomes her foxfire: Blue orbs of flame the size of a tennis ball. The difference here is that she cannot store up "fuel" for these, but has to generate it on the go. Doing so makes number of foxfires materialize in the air around her, moving under her command. She can then fire them at her opponents, resulting in detonations equal to that of small rockets each.

Fighting Style:
Lily is a trickster, which means that she is not someone to directly confront an opponent. She has the ability to unleash devastating attacks, but doing so drains her and leaves her vulnerable until she can charge up more electricity. For that reason she utilizes her own craftiness to avoid direct confrontation whenever possible. Instead she uses her illusions to misdirect and mislead her opponent, either tricking them into thinking that she is somewhere that she isn't, or that some attack is incoming when there isn't any. She likes to take her time to analyse her opponent, using the time illusion by her to spot weaknesses and opportunities, and strike at the most opportune moment.

For example, she might simply create an illusion of her standing at X, while she is actually a few steps to the left of that space bending the light around her to render herself invisible, letting her opponent charge at X expecting an easy hit, only for Lily to hit them in their unprotected flank as they pass on by.

She might use lightning to stun of fire to blind, further allowing herself to cause confusion and discord around her opponent. She thrives in misdirection, making her opponent think that an attack is coming from the front, when in actuality she is behind them, ready to zap them.

Against foes that can not reliably be fooled by her trickery, she instead hides and strikes from a distance, setting up illusory traps that, if nothing else, will momentarily confuse her adversary and give her time to set up for a lethal strike.

Personality:
Lily is not a kind person.

That is an important thing to remember for those that know her. She grew up an orphan, living alone in the Streets save for one man who cared for her in her childhood. That life has hardened her, leaving little place for a pleasantries and kindness four of those with whom Lilly shares nothing, or very little. That is not to say, however, but she is without compassion, for who knows more about compassion than someone who has experienced it so little? She has not become jaded like everybody else has. She knows what true kindness is, what true compassion is about. Things that so many others take for granted - and neighbour coming by with a slice of their Sunday pie, or the presence of family - are so incredibly precious to her, that she would do anything to protect what she has.

So while she is not kind, that does not mean that she does not sympathise with others in ways that no one else does. And though she usually acts rough and aloof, the shells she has formed around her heart, hides a compassionate soul that understands loss, grief, loneliness, and love in ways that so many others never even consider. To her, love from a family is not something that is expected, but love in general is something that has to be well and truly earned.

Bio:
Who ever thought but there would be more than one world in existence? Not planets, but dimensions. A universe like ours only different - key points in time having been altered in such a way, that everything had evolved and changed in new and unimaginable ways. And to live in one where every mythological creature had returned from the legends not half a millennia past?

Lily Strider, street urchin, would never have thought that possible had that not been her reality - living in a world connected to four other realms, different yet similar. Then again her life and everyday was focused around trying to find food and shelter. Dry days were difficult, wet days even worse. Even the hot days, that normal people looked forward to, brought with them their own sets of challenges. Where are cold days made it difficult to stay warm, hot days makes food spoil quicker which can be just as disastrous as being sick in the winter.

Lily lived with a man called Max since the first day she could remember. She had no neither mother or father or siblings, familiar only with the same old alleys every night and, of course, Max. The only person she had to look up to, and the only person she loved. She never knew why she lived in the streets off some suburb outside of London, only that it had forever been her life, and it most likely would for ever be alive. It was here that she learned to pick pocket, steal, run, hide, and use her head to survive as she had no other choice, or go hungry. Max had taught her much, but even his time on this earth would not be eternal.

One winter, when the weather was especially harsh, Max had given her his blanket when she sat freezing one night only to fall sick himself. From that point on it was a downhill road. Max through more and more sick and more sick as the days passed, insisting that Lily should keep what she found for herself, rather than worry about an old man like him, he used to say. She would refuse, citing that she would help him recover however long it took, and he continued to repeat that she ought to look after herself and not him. He continued to say this until he could say it no more, and lay still one spring morning. That was the day Lily closed off her heart.

From that day onwards, Lily Strider lived her life alone, caring for naught but her own survival. A couple of years later, and a war broke out. The four realms that had, until now, lived in peace with each other experienced serious strife for the first time. The largest of the four realms, thought it would be better if they were all governed by the same body. When the preposition was shut down by the leaders of the other three Realms, play directed by effort and more militaristic approach. It quickly conquered the smallest of the realms, arming its soldiers with their own technology and set them unto a war of conquest against the others. The world in which Lily lived was the third strongest, they're only ally now being the second strongest. And efforts to combat the advanced technology of their would-be invaders, they joined forces to create technology which would effectively make a human into one of the mythological creatures their roamed the worlds.

With the aid of some of these mythological creatures, they managed to develop something akin to Gene splicing: Altering a recipient to the point where there was only their personality left of their human past. In some cases, like with Lily's, she's still retained much of her pre-transformation appearance, only that it was enhanced so to speak - making her beautiful when she had been simply pretty.

At the age of eighteen, Lily volunteer to the program. They promised food, shelter, and - to her - exorbitant amounts of money exchange for her services. She was found to be compatible with the nine tailed Fox, and so she became one herself: A once street urchin transformed into living weapon, sent to fight those who would rule over them.

The war lasted ten years, but they were able to push back the aggressor, and sealed off access to their Worlds. In those years, Lily changed. She had promised herself never to love again, to never let herself be drawn in with someone only to lose them. Yet she has found herself surrounded with people she considers friends: Sindri Haynes, Alice Blackwood, Lilith Akhtar, Celica Dancer, and finally Tsukiko - a woman born Japanese and the one whose flippant and never-ending happiness and joy in life, cracked the stone around Lily's heart and showed her how to love again. She gave her the courage to be compassionate, and while she still has a long way to go, she is miles ahead from where she started.

Now, Lily comes to the one place where she knows that there is a chance to complete her family. A chance to repay the man, in spite of having almost nothing, still decided to take care of the child that have even less.

Wish: A family - for Max to be brought back to life, to live with her and Tsukiko, her lover, as a family.

Echo:
A suburbian area but clean and well maintained house either side of the road, and within each house is a replicate of the rooms where Lily and Tsukiko lived during the war, as well as the abodes of her friends. The gardens are simple and, while not overgrown, are not entirely well kept either. Simple grass lawns, with the occasional small pond or other decorations.

Frenzy:
It happens that Lily is overcome by Rage, when something she truly cares about is threatened or ridiculed in front of her. Were such a thing to happen, her Frenzied state would cause her tails and nails to turn black, her irises becoming yellow and feral looking. Not only is her magic empowered, but so is her a physical strength and speed. Before she would avoid physical confrontation, but in this stage she is more than willing to personally introduce another person's face to the ground, tear their throat out with her nails, or be the cause of other kinds of gory mayhem. Her fire turns from blue to black, great explosion becoming something more like hand grenades, does the her lightning require less fuel, allowing for more frequent high-powered attacks. The final, and perhaps most terrifying change, is her illusions. Normally she uses them to distract and mislead, but during her Frenzy she all that oozes eldritch horrors; banshee wails splitting the air, the images of forgotten Horrors creeping out of every nook and cranny, seeking to devour anything living.

Inventory: Phylactery

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

@ConteAmarula@MacabreFox
For the record, you two, I have posted :P
I hope I managed to make it "creepy" enough.

Counts for you, too, @Monochromatic Rainbow but I know you've already seen and read it xp

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Lucie was a shadow, darting between trees and leaping over fallen trunks. It was a long time since she had stretched her abilities to their limits, and now when she finally had the chance to utilise every skill at moving unheard and unseen that she had ever learnt. She felt the blood pumping in her veins and the exhiliration rising up within her, bringing an ecstatic grin to her lips.

She knew where this Lady Isabeau was, having continuously used her psychometry to keep track of her. It had proven useful as, even with years of training, it was still a challenge to track anything in the dark of night, with the colours muddled grey by moonlight, and details washed of colour for the lack of sun. That said, she was still gaining on her quarry - feeling the distance between them lessen with each stride, every branch she pushed aside and every twig she carefully stepped over.

She jumped over a particularly large log, continuing on the deer track she had been following for a while; the hard-packed earth making it easy to stay silent when compared to the soft, leaf covered ground all around. Just ahead of her she knew was the path leading directly to Prague, which was also where she sensed the presence of the only other human in the vicinity. That could only mean one thing, that Lady Isabeau was at the end of the line. Lucie have never willingly let anyone get away from her when she had designated them as her target. It was one reason why she had managed to keep her identity safe for so many years, and also partly why she could walk around in the open without risking discovery.

She slowed down to the point of walking, then creeping carefully through the bushes to catch a glimpse of the woman she was to capture. She was surprised at how easy it was to not only hear her, but also to see her. This was someone who was not used to having to stay out of sight, and so to Lucie's trained eyes and ears she looked like someone bumbling about, making enough noise to awaken the dead. Such a thing was of course not possible. Or that is what she would have said, had she not witnessed the monstrous amalgamation of different men that was the Creature. While she may not be as skilled as Adam when it came to making deductions, even she could figure out that this Lady had quite a lot to do with the disappearances, as well as the creation of the abomination. She could only assume that Isabeau had access to something that allowed her to go beyond what current science was capable of, because otherwise the creation of that Thing would have been an unachievable endeavour.

Whether this meant that she was simply a genius without compare, or similar to Lucie herself, Aleksandra, and the rest of the House in that she had some psychic ability, she could not be certain. That in and of itself merited some level of caution, and yet she would have to act before they reached the city proper. Perhaps frightening her, or revealing her presence nearby, would compel the lady into action and give away whether she was a psychic of some description.

So Lucie set to work, deliberately letting leaves rustle as she passed them, stepping on a twig some distance later, and even darting out behind her and running to the other side of the road like a shade. This went on for several minutes, with Lucie making small amounts of noise at random intervals, and at random places, all to see how the Lady Isabeau would react. She couldn't quite keep a smile off of her face, finding some enjoyment in deliberately frightening yet another target.

Finally she decided to speak, retreating into the trees to keep her location as hidden as possible, her voice as directionless as could be. "Frightened, are we?" She asked lightly from somewhere behind Isabeau, before darting in front of her as quietly as she could. "Did you expect to get away?" She laughed, giggled even, before returning to a place behind Isabeau only to step out onto the middle of the road, face covered in shadow yet amber eyes burning bright with reflected moonlight.

"You're never getting away from me," said Lucie Ruzicka, the Baroness of Thieves, with dreadful finality.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

@Astarael42
Yaaaay! :D

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Had it not been a sign of apprehension lily would have breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that had Fenn really wanted to kill the smith, he would have simply lunged at him rather than pretend to be obliging a request of his. Nevertheless, she did not want to risk any enmity between her current companions.

Thankfully she had managed to defuse the situation, and gotten them back on track. She fell into step with Souta once again, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "Are you okay?" She asked, with something like genuine concern in her voice she realised. The Hound's words came back to her, bringing with them a sense of clarity. She studied Souta more closely, noting his frankly unimpressive looks. Even fit as he was, he was far from the most impressive specimen she had ever encountered, but he also was not the least impressive. Then again, to someone like her could change skin and fur in a matter of moments, something like outward appearance mattered little to her. Far more than anything else it was her own vanity that compelled her to always be attractive, not because she felt a need to be beautiful, but rather because she enjoyed the looks of envy and admiration it garnered.

But when it came to mates, it was always a matter of character. A mate in the upper echelons when it came to appearance was not a bad thing, but it was not a requirement.

So she had found a new human she wanted to pursue? Where things would lead, she did not know, but for now that that was not what they were in this forest to do. She could think about potential mates when they were done and back at the citadel, she thought to herself. For now they have a demon to catch. And the sooner they caught him, and dealt with him, the sooner they could get this damnable Seal under protection and away from those who would destroy it. One step closer to defending Earth, hopefully.

She put a hand on Souta's shoulder, squeezing slightly and offering him a smile. "Stay near, I'll keep you safe." At least until such a time that they weren't in a situation where even she might face a foe stronger than her, she added to herself.

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Lily could feel her heart beating in her chest. Whether it was from apprehension or anticipation, she could not tell. She knew the power of the tongue, and as confident as she was in her own strength she wasn't stupid and knew that this Sevrin have more than enough power to kill her were she to face them alone. That she intended to, but even outnumbered she expected him to be a challenge.

She did not allow any of these thoughts to be reflected on her face. Fenn valued strength above all else, she feared that even a healthy amount of caution would be considered weakness in his mind. Another reason was there third individual of their small party - Souta. He walked a short distance behind Lily and Fenn, having stayed silent ever since their arrival in this obnoxious forest. A passing thought made her wonder what is his reaction to earlier kiss had been, beyond the stupor that she has left him in. She had promised that she wasn't there to manipulate, and while she so the kiss as just teasing perhaps he saw it differently? She glanced over her shoulder at him, lips pursed and brows set in a pensive frown.

Humans are predictable, she often said, and most times she could indeed predict reactions of individuals or groups of people. Every once in awhile, however, she came across someone who defied expectations. And once again she found herself reminded that Souta was one such person, as evident buy how quickly he dismissed her at their initial meeting the day before. The guise of the Sídhe Lady of Summer she had chosen was designed to induce awe, joy, and to stun on sight, yet he had managed to wrest his gaze from her. That made him interesting.

I really hard to focus and other things than who is interesting and who is not. Nevertheless she allowed herself to fall a few steps behind the Hellhound, letting him continue their search, and fell into step with the Smith. She walked with her hands clasped behind her back, looking deceptively carefree and off guard. "How are you doing, Souta?" She asked after a suitable amount of time, filled with silence, had passed between them. "Nervous?" she made an effort to sound welcoming rather than derisive. She only hoped that he so it not as her accusing him of frightfulness.

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A secondary character by Yours Truly to be introduced at a later date.

Cassandra Fayette Bellerose

Theme Song: Angels Are Weeping

Name: Cassandra “Cassie” Fayette Bellerose
Gender: Female
Age: 114
Race: Half Demon

Appearance:
Aside from her demonic heritage there are very few things, about Cassandra that would be considered remarkable. To any passerby she would appear as a young, attractive woman. Not especially tall, measuring only a metre and sixty centimetres, nor stunningly beautiful.

Discounting her superhuman strength and agility, she is simply a short and pretty girl, with violet eyes and straight, light brown, hair which falls to her waist. She is a slender thing, with faintly defined muscles all over her body, as evidence of long hours spent walking, running or doing any other sort of physical activity.

Additional Portraits

In accordance with Cassandra's abilities to alter her appearance, she has a few go-to faces with few differences. These two, along with the primary one, are her most common appearances.

Portrait 1

Portrait 2

Faction: Unaffiliated

Personality:
Free.

That is the one word Cassandra would use to describe herself. Life is meant to be lived, and to tie oneself down in such a way that prevented them, from doing what they wanted is a sin against whoever created the first spark of life.

Cassandra is a whimsical, fun loving girl, whose sense of decorum is buried deep beneath a bubbly personality. Above all else she is a kind individual with an appreciation for life in all its glory, and in any form. However, even a clear sky become covered in dark clouds, and likewise Cassandra is not above anger or irritation. Should anything, or anyone, threaten herself or anyone she cares about, she will not hesitate to fight it.

At first glance she may appear to be childish and incapable of taking anything serious, but if one were to spend some time in her presence, they might learn that she is also perceptive and more than capable of being mature with the situation calls for it - sometimes going so far as to even become philosophical.

Bio:
Bonjour Ma Chèrie

My name is Cassandra Fayette Bellerose, and I am a half-démon. Now you might ask, how did the union have a human and a démon come to be? The story, or so my mother tells me, is a surprisingly simple one. She spoke to me of a time when she wandered the world, in search of some new place that she has yet to discover. This search brought her to my father's house in Valenciennes, France.

He was a simple baker, but even if he was not wealthy or had a lot to give, but when a young woman came by and asked for a place to stay, he offered her a room. But that was not all, for when he discovered that she had no coin with which to pay him, he offered to let her work in the bakery in exchange for shelter and food. Over time they grew close, and with familiarity came affection. Four years passed between the arrival of my mother, and the day of their marriage. Barely a year later and their child was born.

I am told that I am one of the few of my mother's children, whom she has actually stayed with and raised on her own. For that I am grateful, or she taught me much of what I know I was there to help me understand who and what I was, when finally my powers matured. My father, bénisse son âme, was both confused and frightened when he discovered the true nature of both his wife and his daughter. I consider myself fortunate that he did not attempt to run for help, or to kill the démons that was his family. I do not remember if the exact words exchanged between the, but I do remember the embrace they shared. My mother, he told me, whether human or not was still the woman he had fallen in love with, and that no father should ever lay a hand on their children.

My mother stayed with him until the end of his days, gifting everything they owned to me, and shortly thereafter went out on her travels once again. From then on I lived my life as society expected of me - as the inheritor of a well off bakery. I married a lovely man named Thomas, and with him I had two children; a son and a daughter. Aveline and Colin, bénissez leurs cœurs, never awakened their powers, and remained ignorant of both their grandmother and their mother's true nature.

When Thomas died, I stayed with my children for a few years before following in my mother's footsteps. Much as I loved my family, I had grown restless in the later years of my life, and so I decided to explore the world. To meet new people, see new places, and experience what life was truly like.

Sometimes I look back and I ask myself if leaving was the right thing to do, and if I should have told Aveline and Colin of my secret. But I didn't, à la vie, à la mort, I suppose.

I suppose that's now you sit back with one final question, no? Ah, yes. My mother's name was Susanne. It is a variance of the Hebrew Susannah, and means "Lily."

À bientôt!

[Combat]

Powers and Abilities:

• Demonic Physique
  
  • Even if she’s just a Half Demon, Cassandra inherits the superior physical capabilities of all demons, granting her both increased strength, agility, and speed.
• Appearance Alteration
  
  • Althought far from as good as others, Cassandra has learned enough about shapeshifting to alter her appearance in simple ways: Hair colour, length, eye colour, and other minor things.
• Advanced Projection
  
  • A level of Projection magic far more advanced than that of her mother’s. Capable of creating multitudes of weapons, and even control them from afar.
• Swordsmanship
  
  • Thanks to years of practice, Cassandra’s skills with the sword, and many other melee weapons, has reached exceptional heights.
• Battle Awareness
  
  • While not a special skill per se, Cassandra’s primary fighting style requires great mental flexibility, and as such she is capable of keeping track of multiple things at once.
• Devil Trigger
  
  • Like all beings of demonic heritage, the ability to tap into ones demonic power comes naturally once realised. Cassandra’s form is surprisingly humanoid, with a few core differences: Her eyes become a solid, monochrome, blue. Tattoos of swirling patterns come to cover most of her skin, coloured a luminous cyan, and from her back sprouts a pair of massive, and vibrant, butterfly-like wings. In this form, she’s capable of hovering and moving through the air, all the while her other abilities are enhanced; becoming more powerful.
• Limited Fire manipulation
  
  • Some amount of control and creation of fire has passed from mother to daughter, leaving Cassandra with the ability to create and control fire, but only to a very limited degree. At most she can create a ball of flame the size of her fist, or light up a fireplace, and other minor things.

Style:

• Lame et Âme [Lvl-1]
  
  • A style that revolves around the Projecting and remote control of various weaponry. Relying primarily on skills and numbers, Cassandra seeks to overwhelm her opponent with hails of blows from a safe distance.
    
    • In future ranks Projecting minions of various sorts, rather than just weapons, would be possible.
• Quadra Vents [Lvl-1]
  
  • A style that shirks numbers and range in favour of skill and focused assaults. Cassandra summons four, chrome-coloured blades each sharper and more durable than anything else. With these she fights like they were an extension of herself as opposed to simply tools. With them being mostly controlled by thought, there is often little movement on Cassandra’s part to give away her intentions, making predicting her attacks difficult.
    
    • In future ranks these four blades might learn to channel energy, become literal parts of Cassandra herself, or become like an avatar of her.

Equipment:

• A backpack filled with books, food, and hiking equipment.
• A bracelet with three stones in it: A sapphire, a ruby, and a piece of obsidian.
• A sketchbook, charcoal, pens, coloured pens, and other drawing implements.

Techniques:

• Lame et Àme
  
  • Rho Aias [Lvl-1]
    
    • Rho Aias is an ability that allows Cassandra to create shields in various ways: From a barrier of blades to a wall of force.
  
  
  • Tempête Lame [Lvl-1]
    
    • A simple yet effective technique consisting of dozens upon dozens of swords, axes, daggers, and more, spinning around Cassandra like a veritable maelstrom of steel and death.
• Quadra Vents
  
  • Taillade du Vent [Lvl-1]
    
    • A powerful slash in the air sending forth a cutting edge of wind, allowing her to cut larger targets far more effectively, as well as send out powerful attacks from a range.
  
  
  • Pas De L'ombre [Lvl-1]
    
    • While not yet capable of creating a true avatar of herself, she can make a fragile and stationary copy. If such a copy is created in her own space, the creation of it pushes her out of the way, quicker than she can move on her own. Doing so allows her to dodge attacks that would otherwise hit home. The “Dummy” is hit, and destroyed, instead.

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Lily, the Enigma

This represents only the general appearance. Horns, eye, and hair colour may not apply

Theme Song: Fleeing Kuro

Name: Lily
Gender: Female
Age: Two millennia at least. Exact age unknown.
Race: Demon (Exact species - Unknown)

Appearance:
Lily’s appearance varies wildly depending on her mood, and although she has a preferred appearance she can look in just about any way she likes. Usually, however, she will appear as a normal human woman, with long, lush red hair and emerald green eyes. Her features are delicate, belying her demonic origin with an appearance of an attractive young lady, with an oval face and full lips, and a sharp chin and high cheekbones. She’s rather tall compared to most human women, standing at 180cm in height, with a slender build yet decently voluminous where it counts.

She is most often dressed in a fairly simple fashion, wearing the clothes of humans; jeans, shirts, the occasional dress if she fancies it.

Two defining features of hers are; a tendency to keep her fingernails long, and often filed to a slight point, as if to remind herself—and others—that she’s not just a simple human bumbling about amidst beings whose power she doesn’t comprehend, as well as a scar running vertically across her right eyes, though the eye itself is still intact.

One thing that Lily is never found without, is an old medallion from a time Lily only hints at. A metallic disc the size of a large coin, covered with intricate patterns, decorated with a spherical piece of obsidian inlaid in the middle. A small section of the sphere is cut out, replaced by a piece of a ruby gem and another piece of oval obsidian in that ruby, giving it the illusion of an eye with a black sclera, slitted eyes, red iris.

Faction: Unaffiliated

Personality:
Lily is, not only among Angels, but Demons as well, an enigma. No one, neither the highest or the lowest demons or angels, know quite what to make of her. Her demeanor, the way she acts, are atypical for a demon of her caliber.

Unlike most, she is not outwardly cruel or belittling, but rather strange amicable and relaxed. To some demons, this is a travesty, and something that should not be. The number of times demons have sought to “correct” her ways is uncountable. Said track record is littered with blood and broken corpses. For while Lily acts surprisingly like a human, she is by no means one. She still harbors the brutal and relentless qualities of most other demons, enabling her to take lives without remorse.

A deeper look into her personality would reveal someone who cares little for good or evil, regardless of whether it’s the greater good or a greater evil. To describe her, the term “Amoral” comes to mind, in that she cares little for anything but herself and her own goals, as such she has also forsaken the war between heaven and hell, choosing instead to live her life in whatever way she pleases.

But to say that forsaking the war means that she’s a pacifist is as wrong as saying she’s like any other demons. Centuries spent fighting has instilled her with a sense of joy whenever she’s in the throes of battle. She truly does enjoy shedding blood and might, on occasion, lend herself out as a demonic equivalent of a mercenary.

And finally, perhaps the oddest thing about her, is her strange interest in humans. Most consider them inconsequential, but she has found them to be quite the intriguing creatures. So limited, yet so full of potential. They bumble about their lives with no clue as to what’s going to happen the next day, and yet they spend so much time trying to change the future for fear of what’s going to happen. And the fact that they are as capable of evil as Demons such as herself, and as capable of good as the pompous angels, is something that she finds herself both surprised and intrigued by.

What few Demons know of Lily as more than just an oddity and enigma, theorize that her interest in humans once had her fall in love with one, and learn compassion, and is perhaps the source of her even stranger powers.

Biography:
Lily doesn’t speak much of her life, and she prefers it that way. To her, it both is, and is not, a game, when it comes to people knowing very little about her. How much can she withhold? How much can they figure out?
The finer details of her life are unknown, but what is known to those who have been around her for a while is that she was born well over two millennia ago, almost three. She was born to a minor group of Demons, ones primarily unaffiliated with the going-ons of the bigger Demons such as Mundus or Sheba. While they weren’t exactly the strongest of demons, they did consider themselves to be more intelligent. More manipulative. They had seen that there were ways to rule over the humans that did not involve a violent take-over. The humans were fickle, ignorant, and oh-so-gullible. Go to the surface, find an isolated settlement, and introduce oneself as a God. Ignorant as these short lived humans were, they would believe it although sometimes a show of force was necessary.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of such Demons existed all over the world. Some more successful than others. Lily was one such Demon. She had journeyed to Earth a few centuries before the initial invasion and subsequent war began. She lived amongst the humans of a settlement on a group of islands northwest of the mainland that is now called Europe, up until the time of the war when she was forced to move; either that or get caught in the crossfire.

Before that, she and the group of demons humans might have called her “Family”, attempted as best they could to scramble to a position of power, beating those weaker than them and being shamefully defeated by those stronger. As they were unaffiliated with any of the larger factions, it was difficult to do much of anything on their own. What territory and power they could get their hands on, they did, but it was often taken away from them just as soon as they had grasped it. Centuries passed, and Lily grew frustrated, clawing her way to the surface as opposed to remaining in the constant cycle of winning and losing power and territory down in the Pit.

Come the time of the invasion a few centuries later, Lily did what she could to avoid the fighting. But war isn’t a thing one so easily avoids. It caught up to her, and she regretfully joined in, only to realise the opportunity that it was to her. Were she to just fight whoever and whatever, she could make her way. Allegiance mattered not, but the power—the favours, the renown, the experience—she could get out of it was its own reward. Were she hired by Demons she would fight the humans and angels. Were she hired by humans she would fight demons and angels. And, if she were to be hired by angels—unlikely as it was—she would gladly fight the demons and the humans. To her, it didn’t matter. Only what she could get out of it mattered.

Power and prestige from fighting were all the rewards and payment she demanded. Let her fight, let her grow in power, and she would willingly stand by the side of whoever sought after her.

[Combat]

Powers and Abilities:

• Enhanced physical strength - Like any Demon, Lily possesses physical strength and durability superior to any human.
• Enhanced speed and agility - Quick and agile, as much a result of her demonic origin as her own training.
• Shapeshifting - A unique power not to be confused with Devil Trigger. It allows her to transform it varying chimera-like creatures, mostly half human and half beast, granting her different abilities and specializations whenever she does so, and also allows for a greater variety of humanoid appearances.
  
  • Power Form (Draconic Might) - Large increase to raw physical power and endurance.
  • Speed Form (Grace of Bastet) - Large increase to speed and agility.
  • Fire Form (Elemental/Sol) - Enables powerful manipulation and creation of fire, along with a few other abilities, as well as flight/hover.
• Devil Trigger - Lily grows in size to easily measure three metres, massive, leathery wings sprout from her back accompanied by cloven hooves and furred, digitigrade legs. From her elbows and down her arms and hands are covered in black scales, ending in claw-tipped fingers. A pair of ram's horns grows from her temples as the sclera in her eyes turn black, broken only by her red irises. Her four canines elongate, becoming more akin to fangs, as the rest of her teeth sharpen as well. Sleek and Powerful muscles ripple underneath her skin, only adding to her imposing appearance. From behind her sprouts a sandy-brown tail, scaled, half as thick at its base as she is around her waist, fully prehensile as a fifth limp, and a full metre longer than she is tall as well as covered in numerous, small protrusions akin to spikes. Finally, her hair becomes a fiery orange with an almost translucent quality to it; seeming both fire and hair at the same time.
  
  • Allows for greater speed, strength, endurance, and even magic than any of her other forms, as well as the ability to use all the various techniques from her other Forms.

Style:

• Draconic Might [Lvl-2] - Larger still than her first level of Draconic form, standing at three metres tall--equal to her True form--tail at a quarter longer than her height, thick and powerful. Her teeth have all sharpened to those of fangs, and the claws on both hands and paws becoming more prominent. Like the Dragons of legend, she has gained the ability to breathe fire.
• Grace of Bastet [Lvl-1] - Employed only when in her Feline form. This combat style relies on dizzying speed and agility, relentlessly attacking again and again leaving little chance to retaliate or even defend against her relentless onslaught. At higher levels her speed and strength will increase.
• Sol [Lvl-1] - Employed only when in her Elemental Form. This combat style relies on mid-to-long range combat, preferring to release torrents or balls of flame at her opponent, seeking to roast them alive before they get close. Using this style she prefers to keep out of melee range, pelting her opponents with as much fire as she can muster. At higher levels this ability will allow for more powerful manipulation of fire, as well as more ways of using them, as well as the use of magma as opposed to solely fire.

Equipment:

• Warhammer [Lvl-1] - A giant warhammer as tall as Lily in her human form.
• War axe [Lvl-1] - An axe the same size as the warhammer. The head is wide, the design simple. A large spike juts out from back of the axe’s head.
• Jian sword [Lvl-1] - A straight, double edged sword, seemingly taking directly from the time of the Han Dynasty in China.
• Bladed Tonfa [Lvl-1] - Single edged blade with the handle jutting out from the flat side of the blade, allowing her to wield it so that it goes parallel with her lower arm.
• Guan Dao [Lvl-1] - A pole-arm like weapon with a large, curved blade attached at the end.

Techniques:

• Unpredictable]
  
  • Jack of All Trades [Lvl-1] - There are very few weapons with which Lily is not proficient. Having lived for well over two millennia, and then a couple centuries, she has had time to master the vast majority of weapons in existence. As such, what weapon she brings to bear in a fight is near impossible to determine or predict. She does, however, have favourites, so those are always a good place to start guessing at.
  • Quick witted, quick hands [Lvl-1] - A fast mind and fast body are necessary tools to make Lily’s way of fighting possible. As such, she can rapidly change what weapon she’s using, taking little more than half a second for a shield to become an axe, and a sword to become a hammer.
  • Projection [Lvl-1] - This ability allows Lily to manifest weapons of different kinds from thin air using nothing but solidified magic. These weapons aren’t static, and can change depending on whatever she desires to wield.
• Draconic Might
  
  • Dive Bomb [Lvl-1] - An aerial attack by dropping down on the opponent at high speed.
  • Sacrificial Defense [Lvl-2] - Uses one of her wings to shield herself from an attack, damaging—or losing it entirely—to negate or highly diminish the damage she would’ve otherwise taken.
  • Fire Breath [Lvl-1] - Like the mythical dragons, she breathes fire upon her enemies. The intensity of the flames can vary, as can the method: Be it balls, plumes, or cones of dragonfire.
• Grace of Bastet
  
  • Hail of Blows [Lvl-1] - A preferred attack by Lily when using her Grace of Bastet feline form. She will attempt to land blow after blow after blow, hailing her enemy with attacks to such a degree that retaliation is all but impossible.
  • Choke [Lvl-1] - Depending on what kind of creature she’s fighting, she can use her tail as a rope, wrapping it around her opponent’s neck in an attempt to choke them.
  • Flash Step[Lvl-2] - Utilizing short bursts of supersonic speed, Lily can close distances almost immediately, move around too quickly to see for any normal human. While doing so she attacks with different weapons, from a variety of angles, and from varying distances.
• Sol
  
  • Supernova [Lvl-2] - Lily sends forth a guided projectile of concentrated fire which erupts in a violent explosion either at her command, or once it hits something.
  • Dissipate [Lvl-1] - Allows Lily to dissipate into nothing but a large orb of fire. After a few moments she becomes incorporeal, rendering her immune to attacks for a few seconds before she’s forced to revert to physical form. Only useable in Elemental Form.
  • Barrage [Lvl-2] - Creating several orbs of fire around her, Lily sends forth a barrage of fiery missiles at her target, which explodes upon impact.
  • Combustion [Lvl-2] - A far more violent version of her Shapeshifting, Lily discards her elemental form, resuming another of her Shapes, and in the process lets the flames her body was previously composed of, erupt in a massive shockwave of fire around her. Renders Sol unuseable for the next 24 hours. Now, with a bit more control, she is capable of directing it into a cone; reducing the area of attack and thus increasing the inteisity of it.
• Devil Trigger
  
  • Cataclysm[Level-1] - Combining the finesse of her feline form and the fiery power of her elemental form, Lily is capable of concentrating the entirety of her fiery power in a fist, unleashing it in a titanic blast of hellfire. Has to be in melee due to the instability of the move, risking it backfiring if used from a range. Incurs the same "Cooldown" as Combustion, rendering fire magic all but impossible for 24 hours.

Trivia:

• Her right eye, and its scar, glows whenever she’s about to shift into one form or another. She almost always keeps it visible for reasons unknown.
• In accordance with her shapeshifter abilities, she can change her general appearance (hair colour & length, eye colour, height, build, and so on).
• The weapons under her “Equipment” list are only her preferred weapons. If she so desired, she could create any weapon in existence, or any object with “Projection”
• Lily's voice is very reminiscent of Sarah Kerrigan, although she can change her vocal cords to give her any voice she so desires.

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Birth Name: Lucie Ruzicka

Other Names: Andel Cervenka(Male alter ego), Lady Aneta Montilyet, Daniela Musil, Katerina Myska, Gabriela Novosad, Irena & ‘Little Rose’.

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Rank/Titles/Social Class: Princess of the Underground, Baroness of Thieves, One Who Knows.

Appearance:

Female Appearance

’Male’ Appearance

Lucie Ružička is one of those rare gems found throughout the world, jealously guarded by overprotective fathers. She has an oval face, skin unblemished, with full, rose lips in a natural pucker, a sharp chin and high cheekbones. She has a small, straight, nose, sat under a pair of bright, amber eyes slanted slightly inwards; equally capable of being warm and kind, as they can be sharp and piercing. Waves of chestnut hair falls down her back and over her shoulders, reaching to the middle of her back, and most often hanging free—Though set up in a variety of intricate designs should the occasion demand it.

Lucie is a tall woman, at 170cm or height, and lithe of build, her body being the evidence of countless hours of training. Though there is no truly chiseled muscles on her body, one does not need to look twice on her naked form to know that she has a strength few other women possess. At the same time she sports a distinctively womanly figure, with wide hips and ample bust. While not quite buxom, she is still well endowed enough that she finds nothing to complain about.

Personality:
A meek serving girl, a ruthless head of staff, a quiet observer, and a cheerful drunk. Lucie Ruzicka can be any of these and more, but it is not truly who she is. She is not the easiest person to get close to, preferring to keep people at a safe distance where she feels that they cannot hurt her. There’s always been the risk of quickly losing a friend or acquaintance in her life, and so growing too attached is something of a risk, given that any one of them could disappear without a trace one day, only to turn up in a ditch two weeks later, throat cut. As such she very rarely lets someone know the true her, but in the event that it happens they’ll be someone she will confide in with almost everything. To most, however, she seems self confident to the point of nearly being arrogant, acting aloof in many situations and teasing in others.

She is a rather curious individual, in the sense that her love for books is born out of a wish to see the world outside of what she has found herself confined in since her earliest years. She’s never outright malicious either, actually being a surprisingly benevolent person despite her calling; preferring a way out of confrontations that don’t end in violence, though she won’t shy away from it either, if the only way out is through force. She’s quick witted, and prone to idle banter, with retorts flying from her lips faster than she can sometimes think. She’s not apologetic in such situations, expecting remarks shot her way in return. More to the point, she’s not apologetic very often, mostly resigning to the fact that some people might not like her sharp mind and tongue.

That aside, however, Lucie will be pleasant company to those who are not too easily offended, and are intelligent. Her morals are very much in a grey area, so the ignorant people whose worlds are white and black do not appeal to her, and neither will she appeal to them.

Psychic Talent:
Psychometry is a skill that allows Lucie to learn of objects through concentrating on related objects, or by using what she calls ‘Keywords’ when concentrating on a person. If, for example, she uses the keyword ‘Invaluable’ and uses her talent on a person, she’ll receive a brief image of an item the person considers invaluable, as well as whatever room it is contained within. She can also turn this skill to use on people themselves to extract information about them, however this requires physical contact—skin on skin, or through thin pieces of clothing such as a shirt or through silk gloves. When using it on people she doesn’t require keywords unless she wants to learn more specific things, as simply directing the skill at someone will give her their name, age, and gender. Though the latter is very rarely important.

Skills:

• Stealth:Lucie is, thanks to her background, exceptionally good at stealth. She excels at sneaking through shadows and lurking along corridors without people noticing her. She moves silently and unseen.
• Agility: To say that Lucie is agile would be an understatement. A trained eye will not see that she moves with an ease born only out of years of intense training. She can run, jump, dash, and bend in ways that most people would balk at. Peasants and commonfolk would compare her speed and ease at which she moves to that of a cat or snake: She always lands on her feet, and strikes with deadly precision.
• Social Adaptation: In an effort to blend in with any environment, Lucie has learned to apply make-up to look like anything from a Lady to a common street rat, or even an androgynous male. Not only that but she can mimic the dialect and behavior of both the upper and lower class to the point where neither will be able to discern her true origins.
• Learned: As a result of her upbringing, Lucie can both read and write, and have even grown quite fond of books regardless of contents and topics. As a result she’s also rather knowledgeable in many fields, but far from an expert.
• Memory Frames: Throughout her years, Lucie has learned that memorizing details is a vital part of her ‘job’, and as such she has taught herself to memorize certain scenes or events in near perfect condition as a ‘Picture’ in her mind. It’s not something passive, so she’ll have to consciously do it. Nevertheless, she can commit a short conversation or an event to memory, keeping it as ‘picture’ to draw upon later if need be.

Weapons/Fighting:
Being the surrogate daughter of a Crime Lord of a major city such as Prague does not come without training to hold one’s own. As such she is fully capable of defending herself with a variety of weapons, including both guns and more primitive weaponry. A list of what she can use best.

• Daggers and Knives. Her preferred weapon, as they do not impair so much on her movement, and allows for sneaking much better than any broadsword ever would.
• Firearms. Lucie knows well how to use, load, and clean most basic firearms. She’s no expert as she prefers a dagger in the back should it be absolutely necessary, but it is within her ability to use them.
• Poison. A Woman’s Weapon, they say. While a rare skill she employs, she has ways to obtain poison and have used it on a few occasions in the past to take out a target.
• Brawling. Lucie is by no means a small girl, and has enough core strength in her body to take down most unarmed opponents, if she does not wish blood on her hands.
• Swords. Basic knowledge of sword fighting as a whole, and more skilled with the lightweight rapier.

History:

There are those who live rich lives, filled with luxury and the very best that money can buy taking up every ounce of their time, be it simple food or luxurious events like horse races and the like. Then there are those who toils for every flat coin coming their way, working hard to get food on the table, and make end’s meet. And then there are those in-between: Having neither trouble with money, nor really enough to truly live a life of luxury. What most of these have in common is innocence: A life lead in the sun, and smiled upon by society. The merchant providing food for those who have the coin, and the farmer doing his honest work for honest pay, and even the aloof aristocracy and nobles looking down on the commoners, doing their part to keep society afloat. All of these have one thing in common: Innocence, and ignorance of the going-ons in their world.

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One who has never known the light is Lucie Ruzicka; a child born and raised in blood, coming from a family whose fates are forgotten and unknown. She has lived her life in the Shadow, doing her part to keep the underworld from going out of control, while at the same time bolstering it to new heights. She is the Princess of Thieves, and the Baroness of the Underground, man and woman, and many more names besides.

Her story starts sixteen years prior, in a ditch outside of the Prague. A wail cuts through the night, the crying of a child calling out for someone, anyone, to come to it and help. A middle aged man, clearly in his late thirties, steps out of a nearby horse-drawn carriage, the rider jumping down from the front, holding up a lantern to light the way. The man walks closer to the wailing, eventually coming to a stop besides a bundled up, little girl. She has scrapes all over her body, and one of her ankles looks dislocated.

Her wailing stops as the man nears, the rider’s lantern lighting up his features, showing a grizzled face that, beyond all expectations, shows sympathy. He bends down and looks the girl over, taking her small hand as she reaches out for him. He reaches out for her leg, only for her to shuffle away, shaking her head.

“Foot hurt,” she muttered, sniffling. She had stopped wailing.

“I know,” he replied, smiling gently. “But I can make it better. If you let me.”

The girl looked hesitant at first, but didn’t move away when the man came closer. He reached out for her leg, one large hand grasping her thin calf, and the other her foot. “Now,” he said. “On three. One…” He twisted his other hand, setting the bone back in its place, prompting a loud screech of pain from the child, renewing her crying. It soon subsided, however, and she looked at his smiling face, grizzled as it was.

“It don’t hurt more.” She glanced from her foot to the man, a tentative smile on her face.

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This was the first meeting between Lucie Ruzicka and Filip Beran; one of three Crime Lords in Prague at the time. Lucie stayed with him from that day on, being taken care of like he would a child of his own. Her childhood, however, was not a normal one. From as early as he could, he taught her a multitude of skills: How to read, write, act proper and how not to. He taught her how to move quickly and without noise, how to move without being seen, and, most importantly, how to take things without other people noticing. He also taught her how to fight and how to run, should such ever be necessary. He taught her everything a thief, infiltrator, saboteur, and assassin needed to work on his field; The ever-evolving battlefield of the underground world: The Dark side of the Coin. She became a weapon and a tool, someone who owed their loyalty—their life—to him.

Eventually grew up to become a beautiful young woman, having completed enough robberies and assassinations to be known as someone more than just a simple thug, rumours even ran throughout the commonfolk of the city: One of the Crime Lords had a daughter, she was ruthless and uncaring, twisting men around her finger tip with but a dozen words, and so skilled that no one knew what she truly looked like, but they were certain she existed. Though having no known titles given to her from birth, those associated with the darker regions of the city came to know her as the Princess of the Underground, and Baroness of Thieves.

There were even those who claimed that she was not a woman, but an almost equally attractive young man. Somehow the ones who spoke of this particular rumour lent more credence than the others; for they claimed to have seen and heard the very person in question. Even then, however, the titles remained, the gender not entirely known by the commonfolk.

But she was not exactly as the rumours suggested. She was neither uncaring nor heartless, and though she did what her given task necessitated, it was never a pleasant experience when it came to the bloody work. The thrill of avoiding discovery and finding things thought to be unknown by everybody except the owners was something she enjoyed: Thievery, infiltrations, sabotations. Those were things that she enjoyed, finding a joy in that only a few things exceeded. Reading being one of the few things she enjoyed more.

In fact, were truth to be told, she was a caring person who only did what was expected only because the alternative was gruelling to herself; beatings that would not show on her body, and days without food following if she resisted.

During her time growing up, she discovered a special talent of her own that nobody else seemed to possess. She found herself capable of gaining information about people, or objects, by touch or simple concentrating on them and ”asking” the object or person about something; using a single word or keyphrase. She called these prompts ‘Keywords’. She told no one about it, keeping it hidden, though training it when given the chance, which was often given how many jobs she was sent on: Be it simple thievery of sabotaging one of the other two Crime Lords’ operations.

At the age of eighteen, Lucie caught a strange sliver of information from a passerby whom she had used her skill on. She’d let her fingers brush his as he passed, and used the keyword ‘Secret’. The result was a flash; an image of a grand mansion followed by an understanding: Society & Psychic. She received no more information than that, but it was all she needed.

From that day forward she sought more information on this Society, using her gift for both reading and her Psychic abilities to find out as much as she could. She eventually discovered that they were a Secret Society composed of Psychic people like her, and that—in so far as she knew—anyone could join so long as they were upstanding members of it.

What followed were months of preparations, blackmailing, bribing, and more than a little seduction and maneuvering, and Lucie had everything in place. She had acquired a job for an assassination on Alfred Cipris, a member of the aristocracy. The message that Filip Beran received the day after was that ‘His Daughter’ had been discovered in her attempt and executed at gunpoint, her body thrown into the river.

The message had come from one of the guards in Alfred’s manor, a colleague of Lucie’s, and one of the men she had both bribed and blackmailed to tell him the story she had should happen. While more than a little angry that his best tool was now gone, Filip did nothing, instead resuming his work. He had a fortune he wanted to get bigger, and that did not happen when one acted out of anger and frustration.

Word quickly got out, as she had designed, that the Princess of the Underground had passed, lending more credence to the message the guard had delivered. Lucie Ruzicka was now free, and she knew just where to go.

She had set her eyes upon the secret society for psychics, looking to find a use for her skills—psychic and not—that did not require the shedding of blood.

Random:
Her alternate names—aside from the first and the latter; the name of her male alter-ego, and a pet-name only one man knows—are in order of rank and title, with Aneta being the name of a fictional baroness she once impersonated to infiltrate a dinner party, then going on to simply being names of fictional ladies from minor houses or other nobles, and finally Irena being the name she uses when being someone without a titles.

Occasionally dresses as a boy her age, using make-up, a binder, and relatively loose clothing to hide her feminine figure.

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Theme Song: Élan

Name: Cassandra “Cassie” Fayette Bellerose
Gender: Female
Age: 114
Race: Half Demon

Appearance:
Aside from her demonic heritage there are very few things, about Cassandra that would be considered remarkable. To any passerby she would appear as a young, attractive woman. Not especially tall, measuring only a metre and sixty centimetres, nor stunningly beautiful.

Discounting her superhuman strength and agility, she is simply a short and pretty girl, with violet eyes and straight, light brown, hair which falls to her waist. She is a slender thing, with faintly defined muscles all over her body, as evidence of long hours spent walking, running or doing any other sort of physical activity.

Additional Portraits

In accordance with Cassandra's abilities to alter her appearance, she has a few go-to faces with few differences. These two, along with the primary one, are her most common appearances.

Portrait 1

Portrait 2

Faction: Unaffiliated

Personality:
Free.

That is the one word Cassandra would use to describe herself. Life is meant to be lived, and to tie oneself down in such a way that prevented them, from doing what they wanted is a sin against whoever created the first spark of life.

Cassandra is a whimsical, fun loving girl, whose sense of decorum is buried deep beneath a bubbly personality. Above all else she is a kind individual with an appreciation for life in all its glory, and in any form. However, even a clear sky become covered in dark clouds, and likewise Cassandra is not about anger or irritation. Should anything, or anyone, threaten herself or anyone she cares about, she will not hesitate to fight it.

At first glance she may appear to be childish and incapable of taking anything serious, but if one were to spend some time in her presence, they might learn that she is also perceptive and more than capable of being mature with the situation calls for it - sometimes going so far as to even become philosophical.

Bio:
Bonjour Ma Chèrie

My name is Cassandra Fayette Bellerose, and I am a half-démon. Now you might ask, how did the union have a human and a démon come to be? The story, or so my mother tells me, is a surprisingly simple one. She spoke to me of a time when she wandered the world, in search of some new place that she has yet to discover. This search brought her to my father's house in Valenciennes, France.

He was a simple baker, but even if he was not wealthy or had a lot to give, but when a young woman came by and asked for a place to stay, he offered her a room. But that was not all, for when he discovered that she had no coin with which to pay him, he offered to let her work in the bakery in exchange for shelter and food. Over time they grew close, and with familiarity came affection. Four years passed between the arrival of my mother, and the day of their marriage. Barely a year later and their child was born.

I am told that I am one of the few of my mother's children, whom she has actually stayed with and raised on her own. For that I am grateful, or she taught me much of what I know I was there to help me understand who and what I was, when finally my powers matured. My father, bénisse son âme, was both confused and frightened when he discovered the true nature of both his wife and his daughter. I consider myself fortunate that he did not attempt to run for help, or to kill the démons that was his family. I do not remember if the exact words exchanged between the, but I do remember the embrace they shared. My mother, he told me, whether human or not was still the woman he had fallen in love with, and that no father should ever lay a hand on their children.

My mother stayed with him until the end of his days, gifting everything they owned to me, and shortly thereafter went out on her travels once again. From then on I lived my life as society expected of me - as the inheritor of a well off bakery. I married a lovely man named Thomas, and with him I had two children; a son and a daughter. Aveline and Colin, bénissez leurs cœurs, never awakened their powers, and remained ignorant of both their grandmother and their mother's true nature.

When Thomas died, I stayed with my children for a few years before following in my mother's footsteps. Much as I loved my family, I had grown restless in the later years of my life, and so I decided to explore the world. To meet new people, see new places, and experience what life was truly like.

Sometimes I look back and I ask myself if leaving was the right thing to do, and if I should have told Aveline and Colin of my secret. But I didn't, à la vie, à la mort, I suppose.

I suppose that's now you sit back with one final question, no? Ah, yes. My mother's name was Susanne. It is a variance of the Hebrew Susannah, and means "Lily."

À bientôt!

[Combat]

Powers and Abilities:

• Demonic Physique
  
  • Even if she’s just a Half Demon, Cassandra inherits the superior physical capabilities of all demons, granting her both increased strength, agility, and speed.
• Appearance Alteration
  
  • Althought far from as good as others, Cassandra has learned enough about shapeshifting to alter her appearance in simple ways: Hair colour, length, eye colour, and other minor things.
• Advanced Projection
  
  • A level of Projection magic far more advanced than that of her mother’s. Capable of creating multitudes of weapons, and even control them from afar.
• Swordsmanship
  
  • Thanks to years of practice, Cassandra’s skills with the sword, and many other melee weapons, has reached exceptional heights.
• Battle Awareness
  
  • While not a special skill per se, Cassandra’s primary fighting style requires great mental flexibility, and as such she is capable of keeping track of multiple things at once.
• Devil Trigger
  
  • Like all beings of demonic heritage, the ability to tap into ones demonic power comes naturally once realised. Cassandra’s form is surprisingly humanoid, with a few core differences: Her eyes become a solid, monochrome, blue. Tattoos of swirling patterns come to cover most of her skin, coloured a luminous cyan, and from her back sprouts a pair of massive, and vibrant, butterfly-like wings. In this form, she’s capable of hovering and moving through the air, all the while her other abilities are enhanced; becoming more powerful.
• Limited Fire manipulation
  
  • Some amount of control and creation of fire has passed from mother to daughter, leaving Cassandra with the ability to create and control fire, but only to a very limited degree. At most she can create a ball of flame the size of her fist, or light up a fireplace, and other minor things.

Style:

• Lame et Âme [Lvl-1]
  
  • A style that revolves around the Projecting and remote control of various weaponry. Relying primarily on skills and numbers, Cassandra seeks to overwhelm her opponent with hails of blows from a safe distance.
    
    • In future ranks Projecting minions of various sorts, rather than just weapons, would be possible.
• Quadra Vents [Lvl-1]
  
  • A style that shirks numbers and range in favour of skill and focused assaults. Cassandra summons four, chrome-coloured blades each sharper and more durable than anything else. With these she fights like they were an extension of herself as opposed to simply tools. With them being mostly controlled by thought, there is often little movement on Cassandra’s part to give away her intentions, making predicting her attacks difficult.
    
    • In future ranks these four blades might learn to channel energy, become literal parts of Cassandra herself, or become like an avatar of her.

Equipment:

• A backpack filled with books, food, and hiking equipment.
• A bracelet with three stones in it: A sapphire, a ruby, and a piece of obsidian.
• A sketchbook, charcoal, pens, coloured pens, and other drawing implements.

Techniques:

• Lame et Àme
  
  • Rho Aias [Lvl-1]
    
    • Rho Aias is an ability that allows Cassandra to create shields in various ways: From a barrier of blades to a wall of force.
  
  
  • Tempête Lame [Lvl-1]
    
    • A simple yet effective technique consisting of dozens upon dozens of swords, axes, daggers, and more, spinning around Cassandra like a veritable maelstrom of steel and death.
• Quadra Vents
  
  • Taillade du Vent [Lvl-1]
    
    • A powerful slash in the air sending forth a cutting edge of wind, allowing her to cut larger targets far more effectively, as well as send out powerful attacks from a range.
  
  
  • Pas De L'ombre [Lvl-1]
    
    • While not yet capable of creating a true avatar of herself, she can make a fragile and stationary copy. If such a copy is created in her own space, the creation of it pushes her out of the way, quicker than she can move on her own. Doing so allows her to dodge attacks that would otherwise hit home. The “Dummy” is hit, and destroyed, instead.