Name: Proserpine - Destroyer - Arch demon - Sometimes known as a Princess/Goddess of the underworld.
Age: Not known, but she has been around almost since the beginning.Abilities - Nightmare demon that causes death during sleep, preys on the old and the young for fresh flesh and blood. Can also shape shift to lure in children.
Personality:Prose is rather sadistic and a little masochistic. She is used to getting what she wants when she wants. She has recently become obsessed with the mortal realm and wishes to be a part of it, to cause chaos and suffering where ever she walks. She is psychotic, her temperament can change like the flick of a switch. She is morbid and loves to be around death and suffering. She enjoys attention, and showing off her powers to terrify and get what she wants.
Bio: After some planning she managed to find a way into the mortal realm. She soon began enjoying herself, killing and causing havoc and death everywhere she could. She began getting bored however after a while. When one lives for as long as she has things can get boring quickly. She began turning up the chaos and slaughter. She has no cares for the human rules and regulations. She travels a lot, not staying in one place for too long as she soon gets bored. She loves to leave a town with blood splatters, dead bodies young and old. She revels in peoples grief. Due to her constant terrorising she has a bounty on her head, the humans want her dead. She enjoys when a human comes to try and kill her. It gives her so much entertainment. She can disappear into a black shadowy haze and pop out of no where, she loves to play with her food before she eats it. She has a fondness for cats. She has watched them, they play with their food before they eat it, sneak around silently, and get humans to do their bidding. She often shape-shifts into a cat, she blends in, she can watch and study the people, choose her next victim, or plan a wide range attack of terror without anyone giving her a second glance. She thinks humans are stupid, gullible and most of all, easy prey. She often prefers small villages to terrorise as everyone is so close with each other, she loves to rip them apart and crush their loved ones.
Name:
Vivian "Vi" Livare
Age:
353
Race:
Vampire
Personality:
Vivian has a rather odd temperamental for a vampire, far different then the cold standoffish behavior that most of her kind exhibits, she herself has a rather morbid curiosity with the living often putting herself in rather precarious situations.
Acting closely and intricately with the mortal realm, she still amazed by the diversity and different reactions they all have towards various external variables, often going out of her way to cause a scene or coax a new reaction regardless of the attention it draws, those that talk to her find she's rather pleasant one to hold a conversation with finding she always has a dry comment or two about the going ons or doings of a town.
While she has her vampiric powers and attributes she tends to rely on her tongue and charm to get her out situations only falling back on the use of her magic and fangs when she can see no other alternative or no way to turn the situation in her favor.
Bio:
Vivian has spent most of her undead life wandering the different lands having little caring for human laws and boundaries, stationing in different cities and sprawling towns over the year, in the earlier years her journey was littered with bodies and grieving families, but that tale would take much to long to spin. No the only real interest would be what happens when she on a whim saves a young boy stuck in the reigns of a run away horse, calming both the boy and creature surprised he gave no ill response to the coldness of her skin as the horse pulled and shyed away from her obviously catching her scent of death.
Little did she know it was the only son of a wealthy widowed king who ruled over a small realm she had found herself in, elated his son was unharmed he thanked her profusely and ushered her into the castle insisting she would have a good meal and a nights rest on him, even more pleased that his son who had detested all of his waiting maids had taken a liking to this new stranger.
As Vi skillfully kept up the charade of eating and drinking she couldn't help feel the hunger growing in her veins as she remember the warmth of the small child her attention snapped back to the king as he started asking her where she was staying and what she did, replying that she had only just returned to this land he clapped exclaiming that if she like she could be the child's new maid.
A few weeks had passed and Vi had blended in well with the castle staff, learning who to feed of and when would be best, yet the small charge she was hired to watch was a constant temptation, a longing from a past self of her long go, one that delighted in the sweet nectar of the innocents.
Finally one dark fateful night she finally gave in creeping in the boys room through a window watching his peaceful sleeping form before slowly cradling him to her chest nestling softly into his neck letting her fangs out and elongate into the boys soft flesh forgetting that the guards check in on him hourly, nothing but the soft pulse and rush of his blood filled her ears and thoughts before a sharp cry of horror snapped her out it realising she was now holding a lifeless corpse a trail of blood down the side of her mouth as more and more guards crowded the room forcing her to flee through the garden maze.
Now she wanders against rarely stopping in a town least someone would be after the price on her head.