Name:Dante Gail
Age: 19
Role: Sin/Gluttony
Abilities: Able to take any item and make copious copies of it
Personality: Dante has an addictive personality to say the least, and takes everything to excess. Never satisfied. Distracted and distant, often hard to engage in conversation. But once he is fixated on something he obsessively needs more of it.
Bio: Dante one of the Seven Deadly Sins incarnate traveled the land with his brothers and sisters on a mission for the Dark Lord. To do what else than to corrupt the sinners that plagued the earthly realm and send their damnable souls to the fiery pits of inferno and torture. How
very dramatic. If Dante had seen one sinner he had seen them all, and over the years had lost his taste for corruption, manipulation, torture and damnation. He began to see that he was only truly in it for all of the fun and delicious vices the mortal realm had to offer. Dante was nothing, if not an all out kind of guy. And while he inhabited his current physical form he found a new insatiable taste for the mind altering chemicals the foolish humans put in their bodies to slowly die. He understood why, the numbness and euphoria that accompanied a small pill, or line, or a pipe, or a syringe granted him complete ecstasy. He became what was referred to as an "addict" but what else was new? Dante was a drinker, and a lover of all things sweet (or was it salty? Perhaps spicy?) and the more he could get the more he would take.
His siblings preferred Dante the least. Having lost his drive for corruption he became more of a hindrance than a help- what with the quotas they had to reach. But even in his earnest fervor to turn the souls that had lost their way they never
reallytook him seriously. Or perhaps they took themselves too seriously? The whole lot of them were truly a bunch of self-indulgent sadists with a daddy complex bigger than the state of Texas anyway. Some of his siblings would kill themselves to please the Dark Lord, others would kill themselves pleasing themselves. Dante? He would enjoy the little things in life. Like just how
yummy that little dancing cupcake will taste once the speed wears off and the pot kicks in.
What? Oh, better focus on the pitiful fools that are looking to frolic around in stupid masques.
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Name: Roxie
Age: 25
Role: Damned Spirit/Lust
Personality:Naive, trusting, friendly to a fault and blatantly sexual. Quick to laugh, and eager to please those around her. Insecure and very fragile and sensitive.
Bio: Roxie sold her soul not much more than five years ago. Or was it longer? Time passed oddly when you were getting tortured or were floating around in an endlessly black abyss. But suddenly she was offered a chance. A chance to escape into purgatory-maybe prove she was repentant of her sins and ascend to be with the Creator (whom until death she never bothered to consider the existence of). At the very least she would have another day, one more day among the living. And even that would be worth the chance, right? If she failed she would go back to the misery she'd suffered in for what felt to be eons. All she needed to do was convince someone to take her place.
In life, Roxie was a sex worker. She started out pole dancing and fell in love with the feeling it gave her. Having grown up with a distant mother and a step father who took advantage of her sexually, Roxie constantly sought out the approval, desire, and adoration of others. She needed the validation that another person could give her by admitting they wanted her. But patrons were quick-witted and silver tongued- Roxie a damaged girl brimming with naivete. It wasn't long before innocent strip teasing turned into something more.
Her end came while she was escorting. In her mind it was nothing to be concerned with. Sex was something she enjoyed, and the emotional intimacy that others craved she found she could do without. It was the adoration she craved. Men fell in love with her and doted on her, and she could use it to her advantage. One night in particular she received a call to visit a client in the high-rollers suite at the MGM Casino in Vegas. An offer she simply couldn't refuse. He met her at a black jack table, cigarette in hand. He was gorgeous. A creature that the ancient Greeks wished they would have carved from marble. He was tall, dark, and handsome in the most scrumptiously dangerous way. And his endlessly deep eyes seemed to devour her alive. She found that she craved him, desired him to consume her.
The next morning she awoke in his hotel room and all it's grandeur. Mind still fuzzy from last nights wine, she rolled over to see him there next to him. Perfection. He was watching her with the same hungry gaze he had all night. He propped himself up on one arm, and made her sweet promises of a life away from sex work. And for one asinine moment she dared to believe in him and hope again. "You are all I desire," he swore, "and I will have you for eternity." How could she have ever known to take him so literally?
"How?" she dared to ask him, "How will you take me out of all this? How could you want me so badly?"
"I will show you," he answered with a smirk that oozed with sexual tension. "But if you want to stay with me, forever, you must swear it to me. With a kiss."
And as their lips met, her life ended and her soul was forever his.
What a dick move right?
