I've got two I'd like to use here, so here they are.
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Name: Vae
Originally Vaziael
Age: Older than time... ish. Looks around twenty six, twenty seven.
Sex: female
Job: Professional shopper/ Harrasser from the fifth demonic plane (out of nine)
Race: Demon
Height: 5'8" (9'7" in her demonic form)
Weight: THAT is NOT polite. (147 pounds. Shh- she's ashamed of it. She thinks that it needs to come down to 125, but she's silly.)
Weapons: A burning whip, and two-inch-long nails, & her stilletos if she decides to kick/step on you.
Skills: Can hunt for the best bargian for brand name stuff like Guchi or Coach (Was taught by a gay sex demon,) Can use the whip better than other Harrassers, and can dirty dance like nobody's buisness
Powers: teleportation through pillars of fire, can transform to be a beautiful, tantalizing, firey red-head, or a grutesque, giant demoness who looks ready to bite your head off
Personality: Depending on the situation, when first meeting Vae, one would could see her as a top-dollar hooker, as a high-class buisness woman, or a giant demoness who looks ready to bite your head off. She almost never lets you get to know her true personality, but when she does, Vae is someone who often worries, is obsessive, and is very, very proud. She will often sink to depression, however, because she does not consider herself good enough for anything, and because she looks down on demons in general.
Bio: Once a magnificent angel, Vaziael was a beautiful, wonderful being of the light. When Lucifer and his followers were cast from heaven, she turned away, proud of what she had avoided, proud of who she was... Her only problem was her obsession with Lucifer, and who he had been.
The indecision of to follow him, to join him, weighed heavily on her mind for millenia. However, she held the utmost contempt for what he had become. She was proud of being an angel, above demons, and their filthy warped-ness. She was proud, and began to look down on anything that was less than her. Lesser angels, humans, animals, and the demons. Yet her obsession with Satan grew, and grew.
Finally, she snapped. In a whirling rage, Vaziael began to attack her fellow angels. While she was trained in combat, and was most certaintly competent in fighting, the others around her where to much. She was taken into God's court as her blue eyes clouded over and became gold- and her once perfect, beautiful figure became twisted and disgusting.
She was judged as she spat at His feet, and her wings torn from her. She fell, and hit the ground hard. Vae's only chance for redemption was lost as her mind, like her body, began to twist, and become warped, all her once noble, honest, good thoughts becoming perverse and cruel. With all her strength, she blasphemed God, and fell even deeper, until she came to Satan's very feet.
Her despair dispersed, and she began to clamor for his praise, and for his touch.
Neither was given. Instead, Vae was tossed aside to simply work as she once had- now on the other side of the playing field. Despair and indecision again shook her world.
With nothing left, she returned to the human world, determined to find some sort of semblance of what she had always wanted yet turned her back on, someone to care for, who would care for her. And now she'll NEVER EVER admit it, instead looking for cheap thrills and entertainment with whatever she will find.
Appearance: When looking human: Link Otherwise, she's built for drooling over, and has GREAT fashion sense
When she's Demonic... she's tall, has ginormous sharp teeth, claw like hands, cloven goat hooves, dried blood-like coverings on important areas, long, wild, ragged red hair, and bloodshot golden eyes, and has bat wings with a 24ft wingspan (She can't fly, those are just for effect)
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Name: Samantha Jean Pindle
Call me Samie.
Age: 16
Sex: Female. Duh.
Job: Channeler of the spirits that haven't moved on upwards or downwards yet.
Race: human
Height: 5'2" (and a half)
Weight: 139 lbs
Weapons: a pocket knife and as many rotten eggs as she can carry
Skills: running away, saying the wrong thing, hiking non-stop for a week, cooking omlets, aiming rotten eggs at people's faces
Powers: Can see/ communicate with the dead, or become possesed by the dead, as long as they haven't moved on yet. Also, souls of the dead offer a level of protection, makeing her partially a soul herself, taking a lesser amount of physical damage than normal- also making her steadier, and more sure-footed.
On the flipside, she's never able to sleep(EVER), therefore she makes obvious blunders and mistakes, and if she were to be deserted by the souls, she'd probably be stumbling and falling over all over the place. (She's useless, pretty much)
Personality: Sullen, moody, concerned with image at times, often doesn't take care of self, and often times will stare at you thinking you're stupid. Can become stupidly happy at the randomest things though, since she's insanely tired ALL of the time
Bio: As a child, Samie's father died a gruesome death, murdered by a demented burgler. Five months later, the night of Samie's seventh birthday, her father's spirit shook her awake and demanded she exact revenge on his murderer. She made a pact with her father to exact that revenge, his gift to her being the aid of all earthbound souls, an ability to rival a powerful Necromancer. It took her four years to come to grips with this ability, and when she finally had found the man who killed her father, he was dead and in the ground, resting in the firey pit of hell. There was nothing she could do, and her father's soul would not rest in peace. Now, she's looking for a place where all the souls will just LEAVE her ALONE.
Appearance: Samie has a very circle based figure- her face is rounded- and if she were to clean herself up, she'd be considered cute, adorable, or endearing. She can't sleep though- so she has deep circles under her chocolate brown eyes, and often has acne around her hairline or around her nostrils, or on her chin, like a normal teenager. She dresses like a child- things that fit either perfectly, or very loosely, and are very, very comfortable. Lots of belts to attach extra pockets too, also. No shoes anymore- they wore out a while back, so she got rid of them. Her hair depends on the humidity and heat. It's a dirty blonde, and goes from cork-screws to untameable mid-day bed-head.
