Post by Deleted on May 20, 2018 6:21:04 GMT -5
Full Name: Killakee Cat
Nickname/Alias: Cat, Kili
Age/Date Of Birth: 164 AD, Ancient Roman times, died 190 AD
Race: Demon
Occupation: Fighting Entertainer
Species Group: Black Eyed Demon
Play-By: Marie Avgeropoulos
Abilities
Demonic Possession - Like angels, demons require a human vessel or "meat suit" to travel on Earth. Unlike angels, they do not need a person's consent. Also, unlike angels, demons can possess corpses. It is easier to take control of people who are in states of heightened emotions or fear. This ability can be thwarted by Anti-possession tattoos. Also under certain circumstances, the person being possessed can regain control if his or her will is strong enough.
Electromagnetic Interference - Demons, like spirits, often disrupt nearby electronics with their presence.
Flight - Only when in their natural forms.
Immortality - Demons have an indefinitely long lifespan and an arrested aging process.
Invulnerability - Injuries that would be fatal to humans, such as broken necks or gunshot wounds, have very little - if any - effect on demons. They can only be killed by special weapons or rituals. Unlike angels they don't heal their vessels. If the "meatsuit" receives too much damage they simply find another human to possess, leaving their former vessel to die.
Super stamina - Demons never tire, and do not require food, water, oxygen, or sleep to sustain themselves. They also do not get hot or cold.
Super strength - Demons possess superior physical strength compared to that of humans; capable of physically overpowering humans and most monsters. The higher ranking the demon, the stronger it is. The highest ranking demons can overpower low-level angels.
Supernatural Perception - Demons are able to see hidden supernatural activity and beings, such as Reapers, ghosts, and Hellhounds.
Supernatural Senses - Demons have an enhanced sense of smell and taste.
Telekinesis - Demons can move or suspend objects and other beings with their minds.
Weaknesses
Devil's Trap - This can bind, imprison and overpower demons.Holy water, Palo Santo and Iron - They will burn a demon's skin.
Exorcism - Demons can be exorcised and sent back to Hell using many forms of this ritual.
Salt - Most demons are unable to cross a line of salt and could be harmed and tortured by it.
Several other things - Angel Blades, Demon-killing knives, The colt, The first Blade, Death's Scythe, Hands of God, Hex bags, Holy Fire and can be used to harm or kill demons
Hallowed Ground - Low level demons are unable to enter hallowed ground.
Demon Cure - A demon could become a human again by this ritual.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Fighting pits
❤ Strong contestants
❤ Blood
❤ Cats
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Angels
✗ Those who don't fight
✗ Losing
✗ Dogs
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Angels
☬ Being killed
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To have the ultimate games similar to those in the ancient Roman times
Personality: Killakee's personality had not changed much from the ancient Roman days of the killing area. She mistrusts any new comers that join her ranks, but if they prove their undying loyalty, they became part of her family, as long as they don't piss her off too much. If someone she wants in her "family" she would have them tortured until their mind is broken and develop Stockholm Syndrome. She'd watch out for them like any family member, letting them make their own choices. Killakee only stepped in when she had to. She likes having her people think for themselves. If she really liked them and they got trapped by hunters, she would step in to save their butts.
Like any other demon, she can be conniving and selfish to getting her own way. When she is out on the town, so to speak, she'd act all sweet and spice and everything nice until she gets bored and wants to stab something. It took years to stop stabbing first and asking questions never. She honestly does not care for hell or any that rule it, but if she is given an order by a higher up, she'd be forced to follow if her life is threatened. In other ways she would try to avoid orders, enjoying her independence.
Traits
✧ Persistence to get what she wants, no matter how long it takes or what she has to do
✧ Ambitious if it moves her up in the world, but not at the expense of her games
✧ Loyal to a cause if she feels it's worth her time
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Quick to anger
✦ Non-relenting
✦ Self-absorbed
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Parents: Aelia Falco(mother, deceased), Aurelius Falco(father, deceased)
Siblings: Cassius Falco (brother)
Other Family: ----
Important Others: ---
History:
As a kid she loved seeing the battle between gladiators as they fought to the death. It started a darkness in her that just grew. Killakee went by a different name then but she long ago forgot it. Growing up, her parents wanted her to marry someone of high station, but she denied all marriage claims. Instead she joined the ranks of the gladiators in her late teens.
Training was not what she expected. It was more brutal. She loved it, but coming from a upper class family, she lacked training. She lost all the time, but slowly improved. Not fast enough to her taste though.
Making a deal with a demon she sold her soul to be victorious for ten long years. After her last battle, her corpse was found torn up what looked to be by wild animals inside her locked room. A statue was made as a tribute.
During the centuries being turned into a demon, Killakee raised up the ranks. At some point she created her own fighting ring with a few loyal henchman. It even went as far as taking souls off the rack to fight against hellhounds and other things.
As a demon, she surfaced the earth, and created her games. To make it harder to track it was always moved around to avoid hunters finding it. Creatures and hunters disappear from the streets to join her battle arena. It’s a fight to the death. Those that win thirteen rounds are allowed to be set free. So far only two had escaped from the fights. Both times the games were ended and moved to different states
Killakee doesnt care about the demonic plans of ruling hell. She leaves that to the higher ups. She only cares about the fights.
Alias: Singing Doughnut
How did you find us?: Admin Hellhound
Experience: 2 years on and off here
Other Characters: Tamara Young Richard Calhoun Gina Costa Tina Dukes Calli Reeves, Andrea Russo John Smith Raven Reuven
RP Sample: "Don't do that." called out over the top of her computer without even looking at a teen trying to dog ear a page in a library book. To her that was sacrilege. Tamara looked over the top of the monitor staring at the teen coldly until he merely shut the book and pushed it aside. Nothing was more sinful than a damaged book. She was angry before, but that just added to it. It had been more than a week since she heard from Matt. She was mad and worried that he had not called. It was not the first time he had gone more than a month without making contact. Either it was for her protection, or he just forget, she still couldn't help but worry. Worried that the next news report was of his body being found, or locked in prison for protecting someone.
Finally it was closing time. Tamara just locked the doors when someone grabbed her from behind. Gasping in fear, she spun around, trying to go for the mace in her bag when she saw it was one of Matt's hunter friends and shut her eyes, putting a hand over her racing heart. "Wear a bell next time." she said, looking up at him calming down now.
"And give up on these nights? I don't think so." Rick said with a smirk.
She lightly slapped his chest, pulling the strap up higher on her shoulder. "Got plenty of left overs, just needs to be reheated." With a grin, Rick walked Tamara to his car. He stopped by every couple of weeks for home cooking, otherwise it would be nothing but noodles and take out, which littered the floor of his car. "Still living clean I see." she said arching a brow as she lifted an empty burger wrapper and threw it over to the back seats.
"You know if I clean, you'd have nothing to complain about." he said with a cheeky grin. She scoffed, climbing into the car. "No wonder you and Matt get along so well." The smile slowly drained from her face. "Has there been any word?"
Rick had to look at the road as he pulled out from the side and started driving. He heard nothing from Matt either. "No. Not a word or peep. I'm sure he had lost his phone or been busy and lost track of time. " They were close friends, even been on a few hunts together when they came up against something more than one alone could handle.
She looked out the side window, lightly chewing on her thumbnail in worry, trying not to let her imagination get the better of her. Tamara was sure Matt was safe, just being his usual forgetting to call self. When he came home, he was going to be grounded until he turned forty.
I (Killakee) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Ironman sucks)
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