Post by usha on May 25, 2015 23:57:46 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]usha
[attr="class","appc"]age 1020
[attr="class","appc"]group dijinn
[attr="class","appc"]sex female
[attr="class","appc"]occupation contracted
[attr="class","appp"]
You were summoned to be a weapon, a tool of war, but over the century you've become much more. You've been a general, a concubine, a servant, a waitress, a spy, a murder, anything and everything you were needed to be. As time shifts, you've learned to shift with it. You've always become what is needed of you.[break][break]
You've only been summoned once, a painful experience that the years have not dulled in your memory. You were a strong dijinn, unwilling to bend your knee to a mere magician. You killed your first master in the middle of the night. You remember it well, he laughed with his last breath. He told you, you'd never be free as long as his blood ran through the veins of his children. [break][break]
So you killed his children, his wives, and even his petty pet tigers in a panic. Still, you were unable to be free. His family tree was too vast - his blood ran through too many veins. It took a hundred years of torture, hit with whips made of silver, in a chamber coated in rosemary for you to learn not to kill your master. You were sure you might have lost a piece of your sanity, but who really knows. [break][break]
You've gone through so many masters, you only remember a select few. More than half were drab and boring, a fourth locked you away for they feared your power, and a fourth you actually remember. One turned you into their general as he attempted to expand his rule. You were a warrior woman with strict discipline who was unable to die on the battlefield - a monster your enemies would scream, a bit rude. One turned you into her lover, she was a mousy girl, stuttered, was unable to speak her mind. You think, you might have actually loved her, you even cried when she died. The strangest one turned you into a waitress, a task you deemed unfit for your talents, but alas was a good twenty years of giggles. You might have spit in every dish you ever served, but that's another story. [break][break]
[attr="class","appi"]
You were summoned to be a weapon, a tool of war, but over the century you've become much more. You've been a general, a concubine, a servant, a waitress, a spy, a murder, anything and everything you were needed to be. As time shifts, you've learned to shift with it. You've always become what is needed of you.[break][break]
You've only been summoned once, a painful experience that the years have not dulled in your memory. You were a strong dijinn, unwilling to bend your knee to a mere magician. You killed your first master in the middle of the night. You remember it well, he laughed with his last breath. He told you, you'd never be free as long as his blood ran through the veins of his children. [break][break]
So you killed his children, his wives, and even his petty pet tigers in a panic. Still, you were unable to be free. His family tree was too vast - his blood ran through too many veins. It took a hundred years of torture, hit with whips made of silver, in a chamber coated in rosemary for you to learn not to kill your master. You were sure you might have lost a piece of your sanity, but who really knows. [break][break]
You've gone through so many masters, you only remember a select few. More than half were drab and boring, a fourth locked you away for they feared your power, and a fourth you actually remember. One turned you into their general as he attempted to expand his rule. You were a warrior woman with strict discipline who was unable to die on the battlefield - a monster your enemies would scream, a bit rude. One turned you into her lover, she was a mousy girl, stuttered, was unable to speak her mind. You think, you might have actually loved her, you even cried when she died. The strangest one turned you into a waitress, a task you deemed unfit for your talents, but alas was a good twenty years of giggles. You might have spit in every dish you ever served, but that's another story. [break][break]
[attr="class","appd"]
As of the original terms of your contract, you are passed down to any blood relative of your original master who dare claim you. At the moment, you belong to Wilmer Cook. Without consent, you can only unleash a third of your power, but that's normally more than enough to get anything you need to get done. [break][break]
Though you are truly a monster when the chains that constrict your power are loosened. You are a demon of speed, lightening quick strikes, merciless stabs with claws that could pierce through even the toughest of armor. You also trick your opponent, dive through their memories, bring out their fears. You are a demon, and they... they are just men.
[attr="class","apph2"]
As of the original terms of your contract, you are passed down to any blood relative of your original master who dare claim you. At the moment, you belong to Wilmer Cook. Without consent, you can only unleash a third of your power, but that's normally more than enough to get anything you need to get done. [break][break]
Though you are truly a monster when the chains that constrict your power are loosened. You are a demon of speed, lightening quick strikes, merciless stabs with claws that could pierce through even the toughest of armor. You also trick your opponent, dive through their memories, bring out their fears. You are a demon, and they... they are just men.
[attr="class","appf"]
played by: gmot [break]
face claim: [b]homestuck,[/b] [i]aradia megido[/i] - usha
[attr="class","apph2"]
played by: gmot [break]
face claim: [b]homestuck,[/b] [i]aradia megido[/i] - usha
