Post by Abigail Lamont on Mar 11, 2012 18:25:54 GMT -8
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Lamaye
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Lamaye
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Name| Abigail Mary-Anne Lamont(Human) Lamaye (Demon)
Gender| Female
Age| Twenty-Six years as a human, Three years as a demon.
Birthday| May, Eighteen Thirty-One(human), October, Eighteen Fifty-Seven(demon)
Preference| Straight
Job| Saloon Girl
Magic| Celestial; 1) Mask her true form with her former human appearance 2) teleportation 3) minor suggestive influence 4) limited fire manipulation ability (weak fireballs and such) 5) flying ability (limited to true form only)
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Hair| black, shoulder length, lays in thin layers, bangs fall short of eyebrows
Eyes| Brown (completely black in true form), human-sized.
Height| 5'8"
Weight| 130 lbs
Face| Alyssa Milano
Extras| Tattoo in the middle of the back of a serpent devouring a dove with "100 Years" written in black ink underneath
Description| Lamaye is average height, and thin build with an unnaturally good complexion. Her skin has no wrinkles, nor warts, pimples or freckles. Her hair is pure black, which match her eyes in her true form. The only other addition in her true form is the appearance of proportionately sized black wings.
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Likes| Getting her way, emotional displays (both positive and negative), souvenirs (both innocent and cruel, and lollipops.
Dislikes| Being told no, losing, being wronged, being rejected, emeralds
Strength's| Clever, Stealthy, Hidden-identity, fire-producing capabilities, Determination
Weaknesses| Physically weak, magically inferior, stubbornness/pride, drained when in the presence of an emerald
Fears| The demon who created her, demonic damnation, emeralds
Dreams| To achieve power
Secrets| to humans: her true self: a demon. To demons: her past life: a human
Habits| Plays with hair, acts flirty, licks a lollipop.
Powers|
1) Since Lamaye's strengths includes keeping her identity secret to strangers, Lamaye was given the ability to mask her black eyes and her wings, and to appear fully human at will.
2)Lamaye was give the ability to "shimmer" or teleport to anywhere without a magical barrier. Greater jumps, however, drain her faster, so she prefers to keep jumps in short distances.
3) Since Lamaye was physically small and weak, she was given the ability to manipulate her opponents using a suggestive voice. While she cannot force anyone to do what she wants, she can plant ideas, and influence her position in another's mind. Results vary upon strength of opponent. an average human is much more susceptible than a fellow celestial being.
4)Lamaye was given a limited control of the fire element as a more effective offense and defensive power. She can throw fire to kill humans and destroy her environment, but has hardly any affect on upper level celestial beings.
5) In her true form, Lamaye has a pair of black wings which give her the ability to fly at a pace. She has no where near the speed of plane, but can move quicker than a horse. She can only fly in her true form.
Personality| Lamaye is a creature of emotions and instinct. She does what she wants, when she wants, and she throws a fit when she doesn't get her way. She is very much a child, as her experience as a demon is quite limited. She is flirty, and uses words to fight her battles as long as she has control. She is short-tempered, and is quite volatile when her temper rears it's ugly head.
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Parents|
Jessica Abigail Lamont, 32, Mother, Deceased
Joseph Allen Lamont, 57, Deceased
Story|
Abigail Lamont was born an average human being in the eastern United States. The cost of her birth was her mother's life. She grew up under the care of her father, who had always chosen to love her despite the cost of her life.
When Abigail turned twenty-six, her father fell deathly ill. No doctor could explain this strange illness, nor could they heal her father. Abigail was faced with the reality that she would soon be an orphan with no one in the world to care for her. She swore to God that she would do anything to save her father's life. Her salvation, however, came from a being much different than God.
Axesam, a high level demon in Lucifer's ranks charged with increasing their ranks, came to Abigail in the form of a mysterious doctor. He told her that he knew what was afflicting her father, and swore to her that he would save the man's life...on one condition: she pledge herself to work for him. In a choice of desperation and ignorance, Abigail signed Axesam's contract, sealing her fate.
Axesam gave her father "medicine" which immediately restored his health. Abigail thanked this doctor, and asked when she was to report to him. He said immediately. With the snap of a finger, Abigail was swept away from her home, and thrown into the unknown. She felt fear which quickly was overshadowed by immense pain. She felt as if someone was carving into her back with a knife. When it didn't seem like things could get any worse, her skin on either side of this "knife carving" began to stretched to the point of tearing. She screamed in agony as something burst out of her body. Finally, the carving subsided, and the pain faded.
A mirror appeared out of the black abyss that she lay in, and she looked upon her naked form with utter horror. The once brown eyes that her father had been replaced by complete blackness. And from the tears on either side of her body had emerged two large, black wings. Abigail turned to see her back. In the center appeared strange tattoo:a serpent devouring a dove. Underneath, a large black "100 Years" had appeared.
The horror, however, continued. Within moments, Abigail felt her mind become stretched and corrupted from the innocent human being she had been. She was stripped of everything that made her human, and was left with nothing but pure emotion, instinct, and desire. Lamaye was born.
Axesam informed Lamaye that she had become a demoness in the rank of Lucifer for 100 years. Then, and only then, would be be allowed to choose her fate. Before sending her out into the world, Axesam told Lamaye that her only task was to learn the world she had now entered. He left her with the knowledge that he would be back one day to bring her into the fold.
From that point, Lamaye spent the next three years wandering the Earth. She had no purpose but to learn who and what she was, and to advance herself. She did whatever she wanted to do. She killed some and saved others. All that mattered to her was pleasure and reward.
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Name| Lamaye
Experience| Five years
Age| 20 years old
Others| N/A
Codeword| Accepted by Staff
Example|
"Boss," spoke a hazily-sounding voice, the sound of which Lamaye was quickly becoming annoyed. "There's someone who wishes to see you. She says it's important.
"Really?" replied a much deeper, and more respectable voice. Lamaye looked into the shadowy corner to see only the silhouette of the man she had come to see. His feet sat upon his table, as his chair leaned back against the wall. The smell of smoke filled the area. Three of his henchmen sat with cards in their hands and a stack of coins on the table. Apparently, she had disrupted their game.
"Tell me, young lady, who are you, and what makes you think I care what you have to say?
Abigail couldn't help but love the pure arrogance of men like this. It was quite attractive at time, and quite annoying at others. "Who I am does not matter. What I want is to talk about a man you killed two hundred and fifteen days ago. His name is Joseph Allen Lamont."
The henchmen quickly tensed up, and turned to their boss, who had little reaction. "I believe you are mistaken, Miss. i have no knowledge of such a man."
Lamaye shifted her weight, and placed her hands upon her hips. "Really now?" she grabbed a locket out of her back pocket and tossed it upon the table. A picture of Joseph and Abigail sat within the small frame affixed to the locket.
"Then explain to me why I found this in your cabin?"
The henchmen remained silent as the looked from Lamaye to their boss. The man grabbed the locket off the table, and examined it in his shadowy corner. After a minute, he finally leaned forward, reveling his scarred face. "Where did you get this?"
Lamaye smiled and shook her head. "Men never listen, do they? I just said I found it inside your cabin. Now...there's two ways this can end?"
"Boss" looked from the locket and back to Lamaye. His eyes narrowed. His hand reached to his revolver."And which ways would those be?"
Lamaye's smile became more crocked. "Either you die quickly..." The "Boss" gave her no time to finish. He, and his henchmen, all drew and fired at her, but when the dust cleared, she had vanished. A strange sound came from their right, and a henchmen grunted. All of them looked that way, and saw the man fall out of his chair with his throat slit.
The sound happened again, and this time to their right. They all looked quicker this time, and say Lamaye appear behind another henchmen. They saw her slice his throat, and disappear once more.
"Over here..." The "Boss" lifted his pistol and fired towards his last henchmen, and shot him square between the eyes. "Boss" heard the strange sound one more time, but this time it was right next to him. Without a chance to respond, the man found himself trapped with a knife as his throat.
"Drop the pistol, please. We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."
With an audible grunt, the man dropped his pistol, and waited for Lamaye to make her move. She looked up at the three dead henchmen, an tisked at her captive. "Made quite a mess now...haven't we."
The man remained still. He hoped not to stir her wrath anymore. "What are you?"
Lamaye turned to face the man who had killed the man who had been her father. She put on a most malicious and evil of smiles. Her eyes turned pure black. "An evil unlike any you could have imagined." Her freehand began to lit with fire. This man's night had only begun.
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