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 Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:43 am
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Succubus
Hair: Straight, bluish silver, reaching mid-calf level; curved bangs cover her forehead.
Eyes: Aquamarine
Weight: 115 lbs.
Height: 5'7
Appearance: Slight figure, wearing a black half-corset, exposing the upper part of her chest and back; it extends downwards into a double layered skirt; the inner is a miniskirt, while a longer one which reaches the knee level lengthens out from the backside only. Tight, black sleeves envelop her arms from below the shoulders, continuing to her hands in fingerless gloves. Most of her legs are covered by long, dark stockings, which in turn are encased in a pair of low-heeled, boots of the same color. Also wears a black diamond-shaped choker around her neck; white belt wraps loosely around her legs and arms, which she can control with her powers.
Tag Type: Blank
Other reference pics:
http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/8516/lilia8ss.png - Main things to notice here are the design of the rear skirt, and where the sleeves start. The other parts of her clothes are not quite right, nor is the hair style and color scheme.
http://images.animanga.nu/fanart/5090/succubus.jpg - Like the look of the wing outline here (but not the fact that the wing itself is ripped). Not too sure about the claw thing at the top end of them either.
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/20430589/ - The look of the horns.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:44 am
Lilia Kiel was a master of her art. One might ask what this art is, but a verbal response would likely not be needed; one look at her should answer the question in a palpable manner…
The young woman stood at about 5’7 with a slight figure, wearing a black half-corset that exposes her upper chest and back; it extends downwards into a double layered skirt (the inner a miniskirt, while a longer one that reaches the knee level lengthens out from the rear only). Tight, black sleeves envelop her arms from below the shoulders, continuing to her hands in fingerless gloves. Dark stockings starting at mid-thigh level cover the girl’s legs, which in turn are encased in a pair of low-heeled boots of the same color. Then, strapped around her neck is a large, black, diamond-shaped choker, all this contrasted by white belt that wraps loosely around her arms and legs. Her bluish silver hair is worn straight, the back extending down to her calves while the front covers her forehead as bangs while her eyes are a pale aquamarine; anyone who looks into them cannot ignore the mystifying aura they radiate.
Yes… from her appearance, it should not be very difficult at all to conclude the kind of art she practices. Even so, it’s not her looks alone that allow her to be so good at what she does. From birth, she was found to have two unusual abilities. First, there were her eyes. The statement “anyone who looks into them cannot ignore the mystifying aura they radiate” was not just a figure of speech: it was meant literally. For most, even a short glance can get them caught in a sort of illusion; they begin to see what Lilia wants them to see. This was her main method of making money; nothing is better than seducing the rich into giving her a good potion of their wealth. However, for entertainment… that’s where her other ability came in…
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“Get away from me!” the bat girl cried, backing deeper into the alleyway. Lilia casually followed in pursuit, moving no faster than a slow walk. A blue aura outlined her body, with the belts normally wrapped around her appendages now extended out like tentacles.
Suddenly, the bat girl stopped. No sooner had she realized she had hit a wall did the belts thrust forward, expertly wrapping themselves around the anthro’s body before retracting to its owner, the bat girl now suspended in midair.
“Put me down!” the bat girl shouted again in a rather demanding tone. Lilia remained unfazed though, her face housing a stoic expression. “I mean it! Put me down now!” A slight grin seemed to have appeared across Lilia’s face this time.
“You’re a lively one. Don’t worry… this should be fun for both of us. If not, then at least it will be for me,” she smirked again, this time in an almost frightening manner.
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Psychic abilities, though most of the time, she uses them for much else than the manipulation of the belts around her body. Actually, it would be more appropriate to say that she cannot effectively use them for anything other than that purpose, her powers being underdeveloped, only being able to control small things very close to her own position, preferably right on the mark. Still, this handicap hardly limits its usefulness in her mind. She had grown a certain fondness towards this city since her arrival. The appearance of the citizens seemed to be of a higher caliber than what she was used to seeing in a general populace, which made things so much more fun; several had already met the fate of the aforementioned. The reason she came in the first place had nothing to do with this though; she came in search of someone in particular: Lust.
How someone like him could exist was beyond her. Actually, she still was not sure whether to take the stories at face value or not. Nevertheless, she was set on finding him. Testing the limits of her powers was something that intrigued her, and he seemed like the perfect candidate. If everything goes according to plan, his status would bring her more wealth than a hundred normal rich folk. Then, there was also his “hobby,” which had a striking similarity to her method of entertainment. The possibilities excited her. However, in this world, no matter how good you think you are at something, there is almost always someone better. Lilia was on the arduous road of learning this the hard way.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:45 am
Impressive…
That was Lilia’s first thought upon entering the tower. From a normal bystander’s point of view, it would have been impossible to just waltz in as she did, considering the amount of guards placed in and around the premises. However, for her to be honest, it was almost too easy; one look is all that was needed to send the patrols into dreamland. Normally, she would have taken some time to play around with her victims, but there was a much more enticing light at the end of the tunnel this time around.
Besides, even if that wasn’t an issue, the furnishings of the tower would have almost provided adequate distraction. Architecture was not on her list of interests, yet that of this structure even set her mind on the path of awe. Nevertheless, priorities must be realized.
Now… where did he say that room was again?
She attempted to recall the directions given to her by one of the sentinels, though with little luck. To be blunt, the place was too damn big. She stopped for a moment in an attempt to collect her thoughts when a door on the left wall opened.
Maybe someone in there will know.
The woman entered the doorway, setting eyes on a room adorned in various shades of blue. Black was more her color, but it looked quite nice anyway. Suddenly, she heard a click followed by a voice.
“Glad you could make it.”
The former was obviously the door, but still, it rather than the voice caused her to spin around having sounded first. Standing before her was a muscular, rather handsome looking man. Well-dressed would have been another adjective to further compliment his appearance, only he wasn’t dressed in much at all. However, if another notable quality had to be said, it would be the bat-like wings that protruded from his back.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you never would’ve gotten through the front door if I hadn’t requested the favor.” It took a moment for her to process this.
“Where’s Lust?” she blurted out, angry at the mocking tone she was receiving from this man. And also, something else wasn’t right…
“You’re looking at him,” he simply smiled, uncaring of the manner of her outburst. “Oh, and your little eye trick won’t work on me.”
She knew that something else wasn’t right. It was true… it wasn’t working.
“Now, if you’re done, I think we should have some fun…”
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:46 am
Lilia was confused. How could her ability not be working? For most, she needed but a glance, but she was staring right into Lust’s eyes with no avail. He just kept approaching her, step by step. Suddenly, she felt her back against a hard surface, quickly realizing it to be a wall. The irony of this situation nagged at the back of her mind, but the thought was quickly replaced by another: what was she doing? She isn’t supposed to be the one backing off into a corner; she makes others fill that role. After all, it’s what she did best.
“Come on,” Lust said, almost disappointed. “I actually liked what you did the city. Hoped you be a little more interesting in person.”
“Don’t worry.” An aura began materializing around her as she spoke. “I am!” She willed the straps around her body forward, wrapping around the demon’s arms and pulling them to his sides.
“I must say, you have good taste,” he said with surprising nonchalance. “But I would do it more like this.” Just then, his bounds began to unravel, flying back to the original controller. Before she knew what was happening, Lilia found herself spread out against the back wall, held by the “chains” she had used to subdue others in the past.
“You see that?” Lust pointed to the silhouette of a stray belt that was projected on the ground. “I can control anything that has a shadow, including those contraptions of yours.” Lilia didn’t respond, her mind concentrated on one thing, and was undoing the ropes. “With a bit, well a lot more power, you might be able to fight it, but as is…” He stood just inches in front of her now, gently caressing her face. “Just stick around and enjoy the show.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:47 am
((The following post contains non-descriptive mature situations, but nevertheless, please do not read if you are offended by such topics. The text below is white and must be highlighted if you wish to do so.))
Lilia wasn’t sure how much time had passed… days, or maybe even weeks; there were no windows in the room she was kept, so time became oblivious to her. All she knew was that she had been unmoved from the wall of which she became chained to upon her arrival. Additional bounds had been added though, mainly to secure the belts rather than her body, though they served that purpose as well. To make the situation worse, a blindfold was also fastened around her head, effectively rendering her second ability useless. Despite this, she was not treated badly, being tended to numerous times daily by the castle servants. Actually, if it weren’t for the fact she was tied to the wall, anyone seeing her now would likely swear she had been at high-class spa.
However, physical condition was one thing… mental condition was another. Lilia’s mind was a wreck; Lust saw to that himself. He would force intercourse upon her several times a day, though this on its own was not unpleasant. Actually, not only was it not unpleasant, but she actually enjoyed it. There was one thing that drove her mad though… not once did he ever let her climax. To the brink of it yes, but never going over the edge. In her mind, this was nothing short of torture.
Why he was doing this she couldn’t remember, nor did she care; she just wanted to break through the barrier, and at this point, would do anything to achieve that. The question was, how? What did Lust want? Many times now he wouldn’t even say anything after entering; just carry out his “business” and leave. Lilia had concluded some time ago that it was a mind game he was playing to further her ordeal.
Suddenly, she heard the door open, followed by well-paced footsteps. Lilia knew who it was, and it was only moments before she felt his breath condensing against her face. Then, there was the sensation of cool air pressing against her lower regions as he lifted up her skirt. It was not longer after before he went in.
Lilia had been waiting for this; it was what kept her going through the day despite knowing how it would end, a pleasant dream of which she never sees the finish of. She moaned instinctively, but then felt a twinge of dread… all this would soon be over. But no, it couldn’t. Not this time.
“Master, please. Don’t stop…” She didn’t know where the words came from, and spoke in almost a whisper. Still, he heard it, and unknown to her, began to smile.
“Good girl.”
Having been denied for so long, Lilia wasn’t even sure of what happened next. She felt a huge release, which seemed to last forever yet no time at all. The next thing she knew, Lust had withdrawn, her body hanging limply from her restraints.
“Thank you, Master.” The reason for saying this was unknown even to herself, but not to Lust. He had broken her. One of his greatest works, he thought as he stood back and admired the girl like a piece of art. The door opened again just then, entering a number of the castle’s maids.
“Clean her up,” Lust ordered, motioning towards Lilia. They nodded and approached, undoing her bounds for the first time before carrying her out the entrance, closing it behind them. Lust, however, just stood in silent thought.
Yes, she was one of his greatest works indeed. But now that she was his, it would only be the beginning.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 11:07 pm
((Doing a backstory on Lilia. Here's the first post of the series.))
Lilia was both confused and afraid. Who were these men? Why was she here? It all happened so quickly. Is it a dream, a nightmare? Either way, it couldn’t have been real. It couldn’t have been…
“Lilia. Rise and shine.” A wave of light entered the young girl’s eyes even as they were closed. “Come on. Did you forget? The annual festival starts in a week. If we don’t start setting up now, it won’t be ready by then.”
“Mmph…” the girl let out a slight groan, still trying to sleep as she spoke. “The other people can do it…”
“That’s not very responsible, young lady.” She shook her head as the child didn’t respond. Then, she quietly approached her, slowly sliding her hands under the sheets. Unfourtunetely for Lilia, her eyes weren’t open. Otherwise, she probably would’ve seen it coming. In any case, she felt it, letting out a high-pitched yelp followed by bubbles of uncontrolled laughter. All this happened while she writhed back and forth on the bed trying to get away from the hands squeezing at her sides. “Are you ready to get up now, Lilia?”
“Yes!” she screamed out, the task taking more effort than it should have.
“Good.” The hands stopped just then.
“You’re mean, mom…” Lilia said, faking a pout.
“You know it,” her mother smiled, deciding to play along. “Now get dressed. Your father’s already out.”
Lilia’s mother was, to put it simply, very beautiful. One would suppose that was where she got her looks from. Even as a small child, she had always been adorable, even by children standards. Now at twelve, those features that would have been seen as cute were now beginning to blossom into those of an attractive young woman. Then again, her father was quite handsome in his own respects, though the stress of being one of the village’s leading players had made his years slightly more visible. Still, he seemed to enjoy it, and was what mattered in the end.
Lilia slipped on a light blue dress. It was a little worn, but her better clothes would probably get wrecked from work. She sighed before heading out the door.
That was exactly one week ago. Yes, the task itself might not have been completely enjoyable for her, but still, life was normal. These people though… what did they want? She knew that she would find out soon enough.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 9:48 pm
“Who are you? Why are you here?” Lilia’s father stepped forward, stating the awaited question in an audacious manner. The one at the front of the group responded, assumedly being the leader though one couldn’t tell for sure by his appearance. He was clad in the same blood red armor as the rest of the men, although his horse did have an iron mask placed over its face, which provided at least some distinction. The method of which he did so, however, was not as hoped, simply extending his right over to the side of his body.
The result was immediate, with the cluster of men behind them scattering in all directions. Unorganized but quick, the torches they held began in serving a purpose other than illumination; it seemingly only took moments for the entire village to be set ablaze.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 9:59 pm
It couldn’t have been a coincidence. They came right on the day of the festival. Lilia just watched, too frightened to move. The other villagers, however, weren’t, running about in panic as the arriving men went about their business. Had they been paying more attention, they would have noticed what they were doing; one by one, women were picked up from the streets. Then, one came after her.
“Get away!” Lilia heard a voice coming towards her, not realizing it was her mother until she came into her vision. The woman ran between the horse and her daughter, only to be knocked to the ground as the animal galloped passed them. The rider reared it to a stop, turning around to face the two females.
“Stupid whore,” the man huffed. “The merchandise isn’t worth as much if it’s damaged.”
“Merchandise?” Lilia repeated to herself. “Were they going to sell us?” The young girl began looking around frantically, searching for her father. She found him, but soon wish she hadn’t; he motionless on the ground, a spear protruding from his back. There was hardly any time for her to react before feeling a hard thump to the back of her head. Soon, the world turned to black.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 10:23 pm
Lilia slowly opened her eyes. The ground she lay on was cold and damp, not a very comfortable feeling to wake up to. She looked up, only to see emptiness. The room was made entirely of concrete bricks with a single steel door leading to the outside. Where was she and what happened to everyone else? These and a million more questions ran through her head, making them impossible to sort through. Instead, the girl inched towards a nearby wall and sat huddled against her knees.
“Mommy…” she whispered to herself before drifting back to sleep.
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