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Oh, a Dantes fan I see. I approve.
@Paradoxial Heyo, hopefully I didn't go too overboard with anything.
Clémentine carries herself with an air of arrogance and poise, oddly contrasting her usual more violent and indulgent temperament. Her soft, feminine body hides strength that would fell a hundred men in one swing, and allow her to move faster than most mortal men could hope.
Spilling blood. Consumption. Feasting. The desire to devour all is a basic instinct for Clémentine now. Her body is a hollow vessel with nothing inside but a void that must be filled. No blood seeps from her wounds. No pain is felt upon this cold, hollow flesh. A ravenous, empty shell that will feast upon all it gets its teeth upon.
If Clémentine is injured, she is able to extend this void to devour her foes. Inky, putrid smelling black flesh full of nothing but a mass of teeth and eyes will form from even the smallest wound and devour the largest of beasts. Feasting causes wounds to heal, increased strength, stamina, and vitality.
Once the feast of blood and flesh begin, once the void begins to be filled a transformation will take place. Her body will slowly begin returning to that of the demon that was shoved inside of her. The vessel grows in size, starting to bloat obscenely in some places as she tries to consume and devour everything around her. Her arms and legs will lose human form, turning into blackened claws that are disproportionate to her human size, and granting her greater strength.
The more she indulges, the more drastic changes become, and the more her power increases.
Once the feast is over, the beast slumbers and begins its hunt once more.
Clémentine has no formal training with weaponry, but she favors her own claws and hands, swords, as well as the reach and destructive power of halberds.
A second limitation of her powers, is that its not exactly suited towards small scale engagements. To truly, truly, manifest her powers to their most effectiveness, she must be deployed in a fight that will both drag on and with a large number of people for her to indulge in. As a long lasting berserker and generally causing chaos - none would be better.
Third would be her inability to differentiate from friend or foe, or her utter indifference to them. Once the feast beings, all will partake whether they want too or not.
Lastly, there is an upper limit to her abilities, that is incredibly difficult to maintain and achieve in the first place. Massive strain is placed on the vessel, and even with the demons regenerative abilities the vessel can only take so much before it crumbles. The feast is fleeting, short, but so very passionate, and as the feast dries up, so too will her strength, and a new one must begin before it will return.
She does not really care for the eclipse, but as long as they keep her full and happy, she could care less.
Clémentine was quickly taken an interest in by nobles and others around her for both her beauty and piety. The people quickly heralded her as a saint for her acts of kindness, even going so far as to plead with the guard for a stay on a murderers execution because she felt as though he could change, or at least repent for his sins. She quickly made her way into the church, climbing the clergy until she was one of the most influential, even at her young age.
But the higher one soars, the brighter one shines...the harder they fall. One dark, quiet night, Clémentine was taken during a trip to speak with a local orphanage about finding new homes for the children there.
They took everything out of her. Cut her open, using foul magic to keep her alive - and conscious. First came the lungs. Second came the heart. Third the eyes. Day by day, the removed her organs. Painfully, slowly. By the second day she could no longer feel anything. By the third, she couldn't move. On the fourth, she lost her voice. The next, she felt so hollow...so empty...
They put the thing inside of her, sewed her back up and left her for a day. They placed the body of a human in her room, and unshackled her to see the results of this experiment. She devoured them. Every single one. So tasty. So red. So tasty. So full.
Her fist act, upon reaching this penance? Her family. Mom and dad made such tasty meals. Little brother was so very fun to play with. Ah, this new liberation felt so fun, so fun! Why had she bothered with silly things like morals and ethics before? No no, she would paint this world such a beautiful, fun shade of red filled with the sounds of debauchery and violence...and she would make all the funny little humans enjoy it as much as she.
Oh, a Dantes fan I see. I approve.
@Paradoxial Heyo, hopefully I didn't go too overboard with anything.
"And they indulged in worldly desires for thirteen days and twelve nights until they choked on their own vomit, drowned in their own fluids, and killed their brothers. All that remained in the end, was a feast of flesh for the demon."
Name:
Clémentine Lévesque
Nickname:
The Ravenous Cardinal
Appearance:
Long, blond dirty hair that cascades from her scalp to her lower back. Demonic, but oddly hypnotizing eyes that seem to promise carnal desires of the flesh. A demonic smile plastered on her dark, sanguine smelling skin. Dressed in the finest high society clothing, be they dresses, suits more befitting of men, or even just lightly dressed in lingerie. A figure that would entice most humans, male or female to desire indulging themselves in it.Clémentine carries herself with an air of arrogance and poise, oddly contrasting her usual more violent and indulgent temperament. Her soft, feminine body hides strength that would fell a hundred men in one swing, and allow her to move faster than most mortal men could hope.
Class:
The Penance of the Body
Strengths:
Clémentine's curse is one of the Body - though upon first inspection aside from her inhuman eyes and demonic smile, she appears incredibly human despite her inhuman feats of physical prowess. While at a resting state, she could easily be described as peak human fitness, the moment she begins her indulgences in battle is the moment her abilities began manifesting.Spilling blood. Consumption. Feasting. The desire to devour all is a basic instinct for Clémentine now. Her body is a hollow vessel with nothing inside but a void that must be filled. No blood seeps from her wounds. No pain is felt upon this cold, hollow flesh. A ravenous, empty shell that will feast upon all it gets its teeth upon.
If Clémentine is injured, she is able to extend this void to devour her foes. Inky, putrid smelling black flesh full of nothing but a mass of teeth and eyes will form from even the smallest wound and devour the largest of beasts. Feasting causes wounds to heal, increased strength, stamina, and vitality.
Once the feast of blood and flesh begin, once the void begins to be filled a transformation will take place. Her body will slowly begin returning to that of the demon that was shoved inside of her. The vessel grows in size, starting to bloat obscenely in some places as she tries to consume and devour everything around her. Her arms and legs will lose human form, turning into blackened claws that are disproportionate to her human size, and granting her greater strength.
The more she indulges, the more drastic changes become, and the more her power increases.
Once the feast is over, the beast slumbers and begins its hunt once more.
Clémentine has no formal training with weaponry, but she favors her own claws and hands, swords, as well as the reach and destructive power of halberds.
Weaknesses:
Being a demonic entity now, Clémentine has a great deal of weaknesses that now come with her new power. The first of which, is that any holy place makes her uncomfortable. She's powerful enough to ignore ambient effects, but it will still agitate her. This of course, also means she's extremely vulnerable to anything holy such as spells, artifacts, weapons, etc.A second limitation of her powers, is that its not exactly suited towards small scale engagements. To truly, truly, manifest her powers to their most effectiveness, she must be deployed in a fight that will both drag on and with a large number of people for her to indulge in. As a long lasting berserker and generally causing chaos - none would be better.
Third would be her inability to differentiate from friend or foe, or her utter indifference to them. Once the feast beings, all will partake whether they want too or not.
Lastly, there is an upper limit to her abilities, that is incredibly difficult to maintain and achieve in the first place. Massive strain is placed on the vessel, and even with the demons regenerative abilities the vessel can only take so much before it crumbles. The feast is fleeting, short, but so very passionate, and as the feast dries up, so too will her strength, and a new one must begin before it will return.
She does not really care for the eclipse, but as long as they keep her full and happy, she could care less.
The before:
Born into a respectable family of priests and theologians in the city of Argenluire, Clémentine was seemingly blessed from birth. A gentle disposition, a kind smile, and a naive view that believed people were inherently good. The Lévesque family was known in the Holy Land of Skorhn for their generosity, piety, and reverence to the faith. Clémentine was no different - indeed, her name was given in hopes that she would be as merciful and compassionate as the saints themselves. For most of her life she took to studies of the gods, history, as well as some politics.Clémentine was quickly taken an interest in by nobles and others around her for both her beauty and piety. The people quickly heralded her as a saint for her acts of kindness, even going so far as to plead with the guard for a stay on a murderers execution because she felt as though he could change, or at least repent for his sins. She quickly made her way into the church, climbing the clergy until she was one of the most influential, even at her young age.
But the higher one soars, the brighter one shines...the harder they fall. One dark, quiet night, Clémentine was taken during a trip to speak with a local orphanage about finding new homes for the children there.
The after:
The torture she endured, was something no one would ever want to go through. It started off simple at first. Piercing the flesh. Taking her purity. Physical punishment. Yet her defiant eyes would never leave. She was both confident and certain that god would never let such a thing persist, and strongly held onto that belief. One of their mages then had a rather nasty idea. A relic from an older age. Something demonic. Something foul smelling. Something hungry.They took everything out of her. Cut her open, using foul magic to keep her alive - and conscious. First came the lungs. Second came the heart. Third the eyes. Day by day, the removed her organs. Painfully, slowly. By the second day she could no longer feel anything. By the third, she couldn't move. On the fourth, she lost her voice. The next, she felt so hollow...so empty...
They put the thing inside of her, sewed her back up and left her for a day. They placed the body of a human in her room, and unshackled her to see the results of this experiment. She devoured them. Every single one. So tasty. So red. So tasty. So full.
Her fist act, upon reaching this penance? Her family. Mom and dad made such tasty meals. Little brother was so very fun to play with. Ah, this new liberation felt so fun, so fun! Why had she bothered with silly things like morals and ethics before? No no, she would paint this world such a beautiful, fun shade of red filled with the sounds of debauchery and violence...and she would make all the funny little humans enjoy it as much as she.
