Prasad | Black Eyed

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✧ Cunning 
✧ Good actress 
✧ Sleuth 

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Manipulative 
✦ Narcissistic 
✦ Devious 

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Parents:  N/A    
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: @amon, @allocer 
History: Prasad, the demon, chose to possess Elizabeth Louise because she was a troubled woman. A schizophrenic, bipolar, psychotic nightmare. The perfect woman for a demonic possession. Though, only being a lower level demon, she helped manipulate deals, helped torture souls, and do whatever else dirty things needed to be done. Meeting Amon, one of Hell's torturers, trained from one of the best, she was immediately infatuated with his power. And she got as close to him as she could, which was hard because...Demons. She wanted his power, his protection, the freedom to do whatever she pleased without fear of reprimand.



But he saw right through her, and sent her away, banished her to a corner of Hell where she got crazier and crazier and crazier, and then he let her out. He'd locked her away from so long that when she was free she felt like Elizabeth, her pitiful vessel. Being afraid now, and erratic, she often leaves Elizabeth out of nowhere. Just poofs out of her body and leaves the psychotic woman to fend for herself.



She's got quite a bit of fear left for Amon, blaming him for her condition. Hating him, but also wanting no one else but him. Prasad is a violent, neurotic, short-tempered demon. She doesn't like to feel trapped, and avoid those sorts of situations at all costs.






Alias: Sofie
How did you find us?: The old site 
Experience: At least 5 years 
Other Characters: @asmodeus, @amon, @allocer, @bellona, Cole, @hadley, @solveigh, @val, @luna, Troy Baker, @karis, @maggie13, @arie


RP Sample: 



The further he went with his story, the more Hadley felt it. She felt the pain, the heaviness of wanting to fix things and help everyone, and how much it hurt. Cas didn’t look at Hadley as he spoke, and Hadley stopped trying to look at him. She was feeling his pain. She was reliving her memories. She was going home after a long couple of weeks at college, just wanting to see her family, wanting to be loved. She was getting thrown to the floor by her father, but it wasn’t really her father at all. She was staring into those horrible black eyes, her heart sinking as he yelled things at her. Horrible things. She was closing her eyes and grabbing the knife she kept hidden against her back, then jumping up and stabbing her father in the side. In the ribs. In the heart. And it was all a blur from there. The little bits and pieces she remembered sent her into a dizzying pain. There were police at her house and blood on her hands and they were taking her away in cuffs, thinking she was guilty. And she was guilty. But Cole and Rachael were there, crying and holding each other, not even knowing what she’d done. They defended her, said she’d never hurt their parents. They’d loved her. They didn’t know that she was a monster.



It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.



Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.



Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside?”

I (Prasad) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (batman)

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