Post by Xaviere Arana on Nov 24, 2010 21:17:54 GMT -5
Hey you, hey you,
Devil's Little Sister
Devil's Little Sister
True Name: Xaviere (Za-vee-ere) Arana
Nickname(s): Xaviere is the name she gives; due to the enslavement of Fae through use of their True Name she has never revealed 'Arana' to anyone. Also uses the nickname Xave.
Age: 115
Date of Birth: December 2nd
Sexuality: Bisexual
Kith: Sky Fairy
Loyalty: Lazarus, the King of Thieves
Status/Occupation: Personal Assassin to Lazarus
Played by: Archer
Abilities:
Sky Affinity
Character Creation Flying: With the help of a friendly spider (see history) Xaviere is able to fly without the height or fatigue restrictions although she is unable to carry a weight greater than herself. Handy for assassination, is flying.
50 Posts Sky Reader: Xaviere is able to read signs in the sky of impending weather with great accuracy, up to three days in advance.
100 Posts Sonic Boom: Xaviere can create a sonic boom which bursts the eardrums of all characters within three metres of her, and knocks over all characters within ten metres of her. Those affected by burst eardrums will have severely reduced hearing for eight posts.
150 Posts Weather Summoner: Xaviere can summon any localised weather event in a fifteen metre radius around her person. She is always at the centre (or eye) of the weather event so is not harmed by her own magic, however cannot control they direction of the weather event.
Items and Weapons:
Moon Vial
A cylindrical, cracked glass vial attached to a clear, thin thread. This thread is long and strong enough to allow the vial to be worn as a necklace. Within the vial are bits of wormwood leaves, powdered moon rock, and spider silk in a clear, sweet-smelling liquid. When a drop of the liquid is rubbed on Quenya, it gives the spider protection against the sun; yet when rubbed on Xaviere, it allows her to communicate with spiders for a day. Around the bottle is wrapped a strand of silver - at the bottom pole of the wire hangs a pearl. It is stoppered with a cork. The vial is magically replenished every full moon.
Gifted by Moana
Dirks
Xaviere carries two dirks, the larger one strapped to her outer thigh and the smaller to her opposite hip. They both have steel blades and handles crafted from the wood of Tangle trees.
Moon Vial
A cylindrical, cracked glass vial attached to a clear, thin thread. This thread is long and strong enough to allow the vial to be worn as a necklace. Within the vial are bits of wormwood leaves, powdered moon rock, and spider silk in a clear, sweet-smelling liquid. When a drop of the liquid is rubbed on Quenya, it gives the spider protection against the sun; yet when rubbed on Xaviere, it allows her to communicate with spiders for a day. Around the bottle is wrapped a strand of silver - at the bottom pole of the wire hangs a pearl. It is stoppered with a cork. The vial is magically replenished every full moon.
Gifted by Moana
Dirks
Xaviere carries two dirks, the larger one strapped to her outer thigh and the smaller to her opposite hip. They both have steel blades and handles crafted from the wood of Tangle trees.
Turn it up, turn it up
The wind is coming through
Can't get enough
The wind is coming through
Can't get enough
Appearance
No two fairies are quite the same, but it's safe to say there is no other anything like Xaviere.
Like all Fae, this elegant sky fairy is strikingly beautiful. Her delicate features are sharp and expressive, the crowning jewels of which are her clear grey eyes shot with bright blue. She wears her hair long, her elemental sky magic creating constant movement through the silken strands which are an untarnished, pure white. But these are probably not the first things to be noticed.
Xaviere is petite, barely scraping five feet, but possesses an unquestionably sensuous body. She's curvaceous and toned with a slender waist and long, elegant limbs. Her skin is creamy and flawless, and she apparently knows perfectly well how alluring she can be because she shows off as much as that aforementioned body as she likes.
Her usual attire consists of a dark grey top and skirt which cover the important bits and very little else. Of course as both are transparent on close inspection, it's rather a moot point. The fabric is spider-silk, of the finest quality and deliberately left to resemble the pretty, if slightly creepy, gossamer strands of spider webs.
But none of this particularly distinguishes Xaviere from other fairies. Plenty of them are striking, too. No, what makes this chilling sky fairy different are her wings.
They were originally storm grey and silver but now all that remains are the bones which once supported the elegant structures. As punishment for violating the fundamental laws of the Fae, the Gods stripped her of her wings. Spider webs now stretch where once elegant membranes shimmered, and this has restored her power of flight - but not her honour.
No two fairies are quite the same, but it's safe to say there is no other anything like Xaviere.
Like all Fae, this elegant sky fairy is strikingly beautiful. Her delicate features are sharp and expressive, the crowning jewels of which are her clear grey eyes shot with bright blue. She wears her hair long, her elemental sky magic creating constant movement through the silken strands which are an untarnished, pure white. But these are probably not the first things to be noticed.
Xaviere is petite, barely scraping five feet, but possesses an unquestionably sensuous body. She's curvaceous and toned with a slender waist and long, elegant limbs. Her skin is creamy and flawless, and she apparently knows perfectly well how alluring she can be because she shows off as much as that aforementioned body as she likes.
Her usual attire consists of a dark grey top and skirt which cover the important bits and very little else. Of course as both are transparent on close inspection, it's rather a moot point. The fabric is spider-silk, of the finest quality and deliberately left to resemble the pretty, if slightly creepy, gossamer strands of spider webs.
But none of this particularly distinguishes Xaviere from other fairies. Plenty of them are striking, too. No, what makes this chilling sky fairy different are her wings.
They were originally storm grey and silver but now all that remains are the bones which once supported the elegant structures. As punishment for violating the fundamental laws of the Fae, the Gods stripped her of her wings. Spider webs now stretch where once elegant membranes shimmered, and this has restored her power of flight - but not her honour.
Fuck you too!
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor
Personality
The loss of her wings should be a clue.
Xaviere is all things a Fae should not be. She has no respect for the balance of Litharia, and even less for the life of others. She routinely kills without good reason. She is cold, violent and unpredictable. Mercy is not a word in her vocabulary.
That is not to say that she doesn't like others, of course, simply that for the right price she is happy to overlook their virtues and remove them permanently from the mortal coil. Call her greedy, contemptuous, cruel - she is not bothered by labels. She might stick a knife in your back anyway though, if you piss her off.
Despite an obvious lack of empathy, Xaviere actually enjoys the company of other people. She will kill for her own desires and if paid too but for those not on her hit list, Xaviere won't necessarily come across as a cold-blooded murderer. She is witty, intelligent, sarcastic and has plenty of vices besides lust and violence. Rather charismatic when she wants to be, this sky fairy is missing the ethereal, whimsical quality of most Fae. Far too smart to lose herself in beauty and nature, Xaviere comes across as clever, confident and mischevious. She can be quite good company when she's not trying to kill anyone, although thus far she hasn't met anyone remarkable enough to melt the ice around her heart.
Which is to say, she hasn't met anyone who she wouldn't be willing to kill, for the right price.
The loss of her wings should be a clue.
Xaviere is all things a Fae should not be. She has no respect for the balance of Litharia, and even less for the life of others. She routinely kills without good reason. She is cold, violent and unpredictable. Mercy is not a word in her vocabulary.
That is not to say that she doesn't like others, of course, simply that for the right price she is happy to overlook their virtues and remove them permanently from the mortal coil. Call her greedy, contemptuous, cruel - she is not bothered by labels. She might stick a knife in your back anyway though, if you piss her off.
Despite an obvious lack of empathy, Xaviere actually enjoys the company of other people. She will kill for her own desires and if paid too but for those not on her hit list, Xaviere won't necessarily come across as a cold-blooded murderer. She is witty, intelligent, sarcastic and has plenty of vices besides lust and violence. Rather charismatic when she wants to be, this sky fairy is missing the ethereal, whimsical quality of most Fae. Far too smart to lose herself in beauty and nature, Xaviere comes across as clever, confident and mischevious. She can be quite good company when she's not trying to kill anyone, although thus far she hasn't met anyone remarkable enough to melt the ice around her heart.
Which is to say, she hasn't met anyone who she wouldn't be willing to kill, for the right price.
This won't hurt a bit
This won't hurt a bit, this won't hurt
Says who, says who
Anesthetize this bitch
This won't hurt a bit, this won't hurt
Says who, says who
Anesthetize this bitch
History
Understand that Litharia is in constant balance, as is all of life. Both life and death are sacred, so do not kill another for fear of wrath from those who protect us...
Xaviere could remember hearing those words, spoken over and over with reverence as she grew up surrounded by the laws and cultures of her kind. As a child, she accepted them unquestioningly. However as she became more self-aware, learnt her own nature and instincts, she realised that she was not like most Fae.
The Fae were idealistic. They revered their balance so much that they formed their most fundamental laws around it, seemingly forgetting in the process that, quite simply, life wasn't fair. Creatures died all the time for no reason other than bad luck and the evil of those who didn't respect the balance. It seemed that only her kind were noble enough to uphold that balance, while Humans slaughtered the whimsical creatures at will. Litharia was no longer a land where balance mattered, in her eyes.
Xaviere soon learned that she lacked the empathy of the majority of Fae. A fundamental flaw in her brain, or simple disillusionment? She certainly didn't have much excuse - her early life was notably free of the tragedy that provoked most killers. But at barely sixty years of age she broke the rules. Word reached her of a feud between two Shifters, which she found and offered her services to. This became her first assassination, and she was paid in gold.
Two things happened.
The first was that she was permanently banished from the Mound. The second was rather more drastic. It seemed the old stories were true because Xaviere was painfully and almost fatally stripped of her wings; only the supportive bones were left behind. Maybe the Gods wanted to make an example of her; Fae had broken the rules before, this was true, but her blatant lack of all the qualities that made the Fae what they were must have upset them.
It took her more than a decade to recover from the injuries this left but once she did, she knew she had no reason not to make her role of assassin a permanent one. She liked pretty things, the gold and silver of humans, the elegant trinkets they crafted, and she could no longer depend on the forest for sustenance, so she adopted the job permanently.
One other quirk came to define her, too. During her recovery Xaviere lived exclusively in an interconnected web of caves that were part of the Daemon Tunnels. The only reason she survived the punishment of the Fae deities was through the help of a creature that had emerged from Dream Land - a large spider with whom she devised a basic method of communication and a close friendship; indeed, her only friendship. It cared for her for the many years she was too weak to even seek food or water, and when she finally recovered it spun her spider-silk for wings to restored her ability to fly. Xaviere therefore has an appreciation for spiders and they seem to know this, following her at will.
Indeed, spiders had always fascinated her so perhaps this was a predestined connection - her true name 'Arana' means spider.
She is most often found now frequenting the underworlds of Litharia; Spirit, the City of Thieves, the Boil, the Marshes, even the Human City, where she solicits her skills and lack of morals, and satisfies her lust in between jobs. Life has barely begun for this terrifyingly corrupt Fae...
Understand that Litharia is in constant balance, as is all of life. Both life and death are sacred, so do not kill another for fear of wrath from those who protect us...
Xaviere could remember hearing those words, spoken over and over with reverence as she grew up surrounded by the laws and cultures of her kind. As a child, she accepted them unquestioningly. However as she became more self-aware, learnt her own nature and instincts, she realised that she was not like most Fae.
The Fae were idealistic. They revered their balance so much that they formed their most fundamental laws around it, seemingly forgetting in the process that, quite simply, life wasn't fair. Creatures died all the time for no reason other than bad luck and the evil of those who didn't respect the balance. It seemed that only her kind were noble enough to uphold that balance, while Humans slaughtered the whimsical creatures at will. Litharia was no longer a land where balance mattered, in her eyes.
Xaviere soon learned that she lacked the empathy of the majority of Fae. A fundamental flaw in her brain, or simple disillusionment? She certainly didn't have much excuse - her early life was notably free of the tragedy that provoked most killers. But at barely sixty years of age she broke the rules. Word reached her of a feud between two Shifters, which she found and offered her services to. This became her first assassination, and she was paid in gold.
Two things happened.
The first was that she was permanently banished from the Mound. The second was rather more drastic. It seemed the old stories were true because Xaviere was painfully and almost fatally stripped of her wings; only the supportive bones were left behind. Maybe the Gods wanted to make an example of her; Fae had broken the rules before, this was true, but her blatant lack of all the qualities that made the Fae what they were must have upset them.
It took her more than a decade to recover from the injuries this left but once she did, she knew she had no reason not to make her role of assassin a permanent one. She liked pretty things, the gold and silver of humans, the elegant trinkets they crafted, and she could no longer depend on the forest for sustenance, so she adopted the job permanently.
One other quirk came to define her, too. During her recovery Xaviere lived exclusively in an interconnected web of caves that were part of the Daemon Tunnels. The only reason she survived the punishment of the Fae deities was through the help of a creature that had emerged from Dream Land - a large spider with whom she devised a basic method of communication and a close friendship; indeed, her only friendship. It cared for her for the many years she was too weak to even seek food or water, and when she finally recovered it spun her spider-silk for wings to restored her ability to fly. Xaviere therefore has an appreciation for spiders and they seem to know this, following her at will.
Indeed, spiders had always fascinated her so perhaps this was a predestined connection - her true name 'Arana' means spider.
She is most often found now frequenting the underworlds of Litharia; Spirit, the City of Thieves, the Boil, the Marshes, even the Human City, where she solicits her skills and lack of morals, and satisfies her lust in between jobs. Life has barely begun for this terrifyingly corrupt Fae...
Hey you, hey you
Finally you get it
The world ain't fair
Eat you if you let it.
Finally you get it
The world ain't fair
Eat you if you let it.
Roleplay Sample
Fanciful moon threw her silver light over the sleeping face of a middle aged man, his usually worried expression relaxed and peaceful in sleep. He would have been in his mid-forties, a human with dark brown hair and inelegant features, one thick arm thrown over his sleeping wife lying next to him. He was entirely unremarkable looking and Xaviere wondered what he could have done to anger the King of Thieves so much.
However wondering such things was not really her job. She was a curious creature, true, but she seldom indulged herself in learning more about people behind the faces she encountered in her job. Why should she need to? Especially in a case like this - the slumbering human was entirely unprotected and frankly, rather beneath her abilities.
Still, she was getting paid well for this and she hadn't questioned the King on his motives. His jobs were among her favourites - well defined, usually straight-forward, and payment was generous. She smiled coldly as she withdrew a small vial from her scant spidersilk outfit.
A few drops were all that was needed, applied delicately to lips parted in order to allow the man to emit a frightfully loud snore every now and then. He would not wake in the morning - poison was her favoured method and this kind, derived from a plant found only in the Cliffs of Heaven, was expensive but effective. No noise, no mess, no-one to identify her. Violence was very overrated in the life of an assassin and Xaviere Arana, morally-bereft assassin-for-hire, liked to think she's become more refined over the years.
She left the same way she'd arrived - through the front door and without any hurry. Arrogant little thing she could be, really, she positively swanned out of the house and headed to the nearest tavern. She'd be paid come morning and the deed was done, so she added carelessly to her tab and enjoyed the first of undoubtedly many drinks.
This was the life.
Fanciful moon threw her silver light over the sleeping face of a middle aged man, his usually worried expression relaxed and peaceful in sleep. He would have been in his mid-forties, a human with dark brown hair and inelegant features, one thick arm thrown over his sleeping wife lying next to him. He was entirely unremarkable looking and Xaviere wondered what he could have done to anger the King of Thieves so much.
However wondering such things was not really her job. She was a curious creature, true, but she seldom indulged herself in learning more about people behind the faces she encountered in her job. Why should she need to? Especially in a case like this - the slumbering human was entirely unprotected and frankly, rather beneath her abilities.
Still, she was getting paid well for this and she hadn't questioned the King on his motives. His jobs were among her favourites - well defined, usually straight-forward, and payment was generous. She smiled coldly as she withdrew a small vial from her scant spidersilk outfit.
A few drops were all that was needed, applied delicately to lips parted in order to allow the man to emit a frightfully loud snore every now and then. He would not wake in the morning - poison was her favoured method and this kind, derived from a plant found only in the Cliffs of Heaven, was expensive but effective. No noise, no mess, no-one to identify her. Violence was very overrated in the life of an assassin and Xaviere Arana, morally-bereft assassin-for-hire, liked to think she's become more refined over the years.
She left the same way she'd arrived - through the front door and without any hurry. Arrogant little thing she could be, really, she positively swanned out of the house and headed to the nearest tavern. She'd be paid come morning and the deed was done, so she added carelessly to her tab and enjoyed the first of undoubtedly many drinks.
This was the life.