Post by Ryoo on Mar 26, 2020 22:36:37 GMT -5
Full Name: Ryoo Vanessa Chandler
Nickname/Alias: Ry, Vanessa, Nessa
Age/Date Of Birth: 100, August 25,1920
Race:Demon
Occupation: Crossroads Demon
Species Group: Red Eyed Demon
Play-By: Kelly Overton
Abilities
Possession
Super Strength
Reality Warping
Teleportation
Immortality
Invulnerability
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Jewelry
❤ Deals
❤ Honesty
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Bad Deals
✗ Unfinished Business
✗ Loose ends
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Angels
☬ Demotion
Goals (At Least 1):
★To rule the crossroads
Personality: Ryoo has always had a very sweet, almost innocent personality, one developed over years of training in order to hide the cunning, mischievous woman beneath the mask. The woman's general appearance as a demon, suit and all, is used to lull those who have come to make a deal with her into a sense of comfort and ease, even as she bargains for their souls.
Traits
✧ Mischievous
✧ Cunning
✧ Ambitious
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Naive
✦ Hyper
✦ Impatient
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Parents: Maria Isabella O'Connor and Nathaniel Jacob Chandler
Siblings: None
Other Family: None
Important Others: No one as of yet
History: Ryoo Vanessa Chandler was, as a human, a thief. The woman could be found stalking museums, jewelry stores, pawn shops... Any place where she could grab enough to support herself and provide whatever her boss wanted. The woman didn't stop there for him, unfortunately. The older she got, the more her crimes escalated. By the time she was 25 the woman had a wrap sheet a mile long, though she had never been caught.
On the eve of her twenty sixth birthday, Ryoo was out on a job for her boss. It was routine for her, the .9 mil she carried on her waist loaded and ready for anything that may have gone wrong. The woman walked into the bar where her next target was, unsuspecting of what was to come. The woman went through the motions, smiling and flirting with her mark as they went shot for shot. The man was clearly trying to get her drunk and in his eyes, it was working. After a couple of hours at the bar, the young woman left with him and went back to his home. As they entered, her eyes scanned the penthouse apartment for the statue her boss had requested. She followed him up to the bedroom, spotting the statuette on the mantle above the fireplace. The woman smiled and reached for her gun, only to find it gone. With wide eyes the woman gazed upon her target, the man holding her gun, the barrel aimed right between her eyes.
Ryoo begged the man not to shoot, answered the questions as he asked him, even attempted to make a deal with him but the man, in a fit of rage, refused. He approached her carefully, sure that she would have another weapon on her. When the woman refused to give up the weapons that she claimed she didn't have, he pulled the trigger, killing the woman instantly. The woman's journey did not end with her death, however. When the woman's soul ended up in Hell it was met by a particularly nasty demon. The demon tortured her a hundred years, but the woman's will remained solid as steel.
After a while, the young woman took up her predecessors mantle and took over the knife. Hearing about the woman's promotion, the king of the crossroads took notice of her. After watching her for a while, the demon approached her with a proposal. He offered her a job as a crossroads demon, an opportunity to be taken under his wing and guided in how to be the perfect deal maker. Ryoo, seeing an opportunity to climb the figurative corporate ladder, jumped at the chance. Now, the woman appears to those who summon her at the crossroads, working tirelessly for the man that had taken her under his wing to provide souls for what she believes is the greater good.
Alias: Carrie
How did you find us?: Riverlily Invited me
Experience: Twelve years
Other Characters: None
RP Sample:
The sun had set upon one of the vast valleys on the edge of the northern lands, the small but well traveled trail having been used many a time by the various caravans that moved almost constantly through the lands to trade with the small coastal and valley villages. Not far from one of these routes was a small circle of tents with a blazing fire in the middle. The early evening was near silent save for the soft, even beat of drums coming from the camp, accompanied by strumming of a guitar. Near the fire, a young woman stood poised with one foot in front of the other, her hands clasped together and resting against her chest. She was dressed in a white cotton top that stopped just below her mid drift, exposing her flat and toned stomach. About her waist she wore a soft blue skirt, hiked up on one side so that it showed off her tanned thigh. Tied about her waist on top of the skirt was a black sash with coins sewn onto it. Her feet were bare, a gold anklet shimmering in the fire light on her right ankle. Beautiful as she was, there was something all the more unique about the woman. As the fire danced in her hazel eyes, wolf like ears twitched atop her head and a fluffy auburn tail swayed behind her. Soon enough, the young woman's body began to sway forward and back with the beat, her lips parting as she began to sing.
“There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down, O lei, O lai, oh lord.” The beat of the drums and the strumming of the guitar began to pick up a bit and the young woman began to dance, her steps quick and light as she twirled carefully about the fire. The rest of the people around the campfire picked up the song, calling it back to her as they watched the young woman's form move as easily as the flames before her danced in the evening breeze. Her skirt flared out about her, never revealing too much but adding just enough movement to draw the eye away from her smiling face. “There will come a poet, who's weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue, O lei, O lai, oh lord.” The young female's voice rang out in soft, bell like tones that floated out over the valley, carried by the breeze along with the chorus of those who had joined in. The jingling of coins was faint beneath the sounds of the drums, guitar and clapping as the celebration went on, the occasional cheer for the woman's show mingling with the music when the young woman would do something that had impressed the crowd such as the splits or a pirouette.
“There will come a ruler, who's brow is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like David's boy, O lei, o lai, oh lord.” Once more the beat quickened and the young woman's steps with it. She moved faster, a soft peal of laughter leaving her throat as the rest continued to sing, repeating the chorus. Their voices rose to the heavens, drifting off on the wind until the drums finally faded off and the young woman slowed her movements, coming to a stop as the beat died away completely. She bowed and the small crowd that was around the campfire cheered. She smiled warmly and took a seat near the fire once again as the crowd settled completely, beginning to talk among themselves. She remained silent however, staring into the dancing flames as the breeze teased through her auburn hair like the hand of a lover.
I Ryoo Vanessa Chandler, have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: Batman
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