Dont forget Tobias!!
VioletRose Member
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Joined: 9 yrs ago
- Posts: 271 (0.08 / day)
- VMs: 2
-
Username history
- VioletRose 9 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
I've never been able to find a picture for how I imagine PL. But I do have the red wastes
Correct, Angel.
I'm still thinking of the land scape for other parts of PL. I was to kind of have a head quarters for where Mothers office is (kind of) and where people can go for big meetings or something like that.
I'm still thinking of the land scape for other parts of PL. I was to kind of have a head quarters for where Mothers office is (kind of) and where people can go for big meetings or something like that.
So I have some pictures I had found that I really enjoyed for some possible locations located somewhere in PL or maybe even around the area. If you're interested in could send them your way.
Basically to make up their role in the society.
Like how Jacob Powers was our nuclear reactor. That was a beautiful idea!
How Tobias became the doctor.
I like the ability to create your own place in our Lands. Obviously, within reason!
Like how Jacob Powers was our nuclear reactor. That was a beautiful idea!
How Tobias became the doctor.
I like the ability to create your own place in our Lands. Obviously, within reason!
Lol. You're welcome!
I remembered it because that's what it reminded me of.
Oh yeah?!
What're you gonna do?
Also, super thankful that I've got your help! Lol
I remembered it because that's what it reminded me of.
Oh yeah?!
What're you gonna do?
Also, super thankful that I've got your help! Lol
Once upon a time....
Name:
The Succulent Succubus of Syracuse
Siran von Tempest
Nickname:
The von Tempest killer.
It's more of an insult, really.
Race:
Cambion
In Layman's Terms: Half Human/Half Succubbus
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Thanks to her human mother she appears human and does not share the ability to alter her appearance like her 'bus brethren. The only thing that she physically inherited was the ability to enchant humans with her eyes. Generally wears reflective or colored lensed glasses when amongst the normal folk to prevent any accidental enchantments.
Job:
Siran works as a private investigator in both the human and Fable world.
Her expertise don’t come cheap, neither.
Personality:
Siran is devilishly clever and quick witted. With a mischievous streak and a desire to know about everything, being a PI is right up her alley. Not afraid of confrontation, one could say that Siran thrives on a little bit of drama. Silver-tongued and thick skinned, the Cambion is not afraid of an exchange of heated words. Due to her people's nature, Siran is very sexual. She can get all up in a tizzy real quick and in a hurry over a man. A little bit vain if you want to get truthful.
However, there's a flip side to her personality. When it comes to her job, Siran gets real serious real fast. With a few years of experience under her belt, she's able to assess a situation quickly and knows most times how to go about it to get the most amount of information to get her job done successfully. Siran has the key ability to be able to blend in to her surroundings when in crowded locations.
Fable:
Once known as Zinaida, Siran was born to a very well respected Incubus amongst her kind. Her father was part of the the von Tempest lineage, a name as old as time amongst her people. Her people were known to feed on the life force of humans, it kept them young and strong. The lore went that Incubi and Succubbi were once demons who had fallen from Heaven due to their insatiable lust for man and woman. In lore her people are depicted to be as grotesque monsters and demons, but the truth of the matter is that a full blooded 'bus is able to change their shape temporarily. It was how they were able to effectively feed on villages over a period of time without being caught.
Abilities:
- Siran has the innate ability to enchant normal humans when they look into her silver eyes.
- Can feed off of a human or fable to help heal a normally dire wound. Does NOT heal the wound fully, though.
- When close to someone can sort of feel what their feeling.
Other:
Siran was born to a human mother, conceived through rape. Her father, once known as Urthirial von Temptest, was in a particularly frenzied state when he attacked Siran's mother, Elizaveta Cryder. Born in what is now known as modern day Serbia approximately sometime during the early 18th century, Siran is roughly a few hundred years old. She's very vague on the number. After her birth, her mother reared Siran alone. At the time she was known by Zinaida, the name given to her by her mother. When Siran stopped aging about mid-twenties but others around her continued to age, her mother revealed the truth to her. Also, she kind of figured it out when the first man she ever kissed went into a coma and died.
Siran left her mother to live a peaceful life and sought out her father. When found, he took her in for a few number of years. She doesn't speak of it but ultimately there was a falling out between the two. One that ultimately caused her to murder her father.
She immigrated to the Americas (Around the New York area) later 18th Century and took on the name Siran sometime during the 1900s. She doesn't give too much informaiton about her past.
The Succulent Succubus of Syracuse
Siran von Tempest
Nickname:
The von Tempest killer.
It's more of an insult, really.
Race:
Cambion
In Layman's Terms: Half Human/Half Succubbus
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Thanks to her human mother she appears human and does not share the ability to alter her appearance like her 'bus brethren. The only thing that she physically inherited was the ability to enchant humans with her eyes. Generally wears reflective or colored lensed glasses when amongst the normal folk to prevent any accidental enchantments.
Job:
Siran works as a private investigator in both the human and Fable world.
Her expertise don’t come cheap, neither.
Personality:
Siran is devilishly clever and quick witted. With a mischievous streak and a desire to know about everything, being a PI is right up her alley. Not afraid of confrontation, one could say that Siran thrives on a little bit of drama. Silver-tongued and thick skinned, the Cambion is not afraid of an exchange of heated words. Due to her people's nature, Siran is very sexual. She can get all up in a tizzy real quick and in a hurry over a man. A little bit vain if you want to get truthful.
However, there's a flip side to her personality. When it comes to her job, Siran gets real serious real fast. With a few years of experience under her belt, she's able to assess a situation quickly and knows most times how to go about it to get the most amount of information to get her job done successfully. Siran has the key ability to be able to blend in to her surroundings when in crowded locations.
Fable:
Once known as Zinaida, Siran was born to a very well respected Incubus amongst her kind. Her father was part of the the von Tempest lineage, a name as old as time amongst her people. Her people were known to feed on the life force of humans, it kept them young and strong. The lore went that Incubi and Succubbi were once demons who had fallen from Heaven due to their insatiable lust for man and woman. In lore her people are depicted to be as grotesque monsters and demons, but the truth of the matter is that a full blooded 'bus is able to change their shape temporarily. It was how they were able to effectively feed on villages over a period of time without being caught.
Abilities:
- Siran has the innate ability to enchant normal humans when they look into her silver eyes.
- Can feed off of a human or fable to help heal a normally dire wound. Does NOT heal the wound fully, though.
- When close to someone can sort of feel what their feeling.
Other:
Siran was born to a human mother, conceived through rape. Her father, once known as Urthirial von Temptest, was in a particularly frenzied state when he attacked Siran's mother, Elizaveta Cryder. Born in what is now known as modern day Serbia approximately sometime during the early 18th century, Siran is roughly a few hundred years old. She's very vague on the number. After her birth, her mother reared Siran alone. At the time she was known by Zinaida, the name given to her by her mother. When Siran stopped aging about mid-twenties but others around her continued to age, her mother revealed the truth to her. Also, she kind of figured it out when the first man she ever kissed went into a coma and died.
Siran left her mother to live a peaceful life and sought out her father. When found, he took her in for a few number of years. She doesn't speak of it but ultimately there was a falling out between the two. One that ultimately caused her to murder her father.
She immigrated to the Americas (Around the New York area) later 18th Century and took on the name Siran sometime during the 1900s. She doesn't give too much informaiton about her past.
@Angel Eyes
BTW, the little boy's name was Copper.
BTW, the little boy's name was Copper.
'Blend in, keep your head down, and your eyes covered..' Siran thought to herself as she strolled leisurely down the sidewalk amongst the throng of quickly moving people. Seemingly having her head in a book, the two men that she was tracking didn’t even know that she had been following them for nearly a mile now. Her chunky heeled booties were a much better decision this morning instead of the pencil thin stilettos she had been contemplating. Thanking herself mentally, Siran took a quick peak over the top of her book. The two men were still picking their way amongst the busy throng of people too, deep in conversation with one another. Still with her book up in front of her face the young woman moved a little bit faster to get just the teensiest closer to the two men. When she within ear shot finally, she resumed her leisurely pace.
“I’m telling you, Frank, I can’t stand her anymore. The woman is driving me mad. Her whiney voice and her nagging ways. It’s just… It’s driving me up the wall! Last night… I thought about placing that pillow over her face and holding it there till she stopped fighting. I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of the hiding and all the lies.” The taller man said, signs of distress written all over his face. He was who Siran was following. His name was Jim. What a droll name.
“No, Jim. You can’t. You’ll go to jail. Just give it time. Just a little more time. We’ll procure the five thousand like the man asked and we’ll let him do the job. Then we can be together like we really should be. No one will be the wiser.” Frank assured Jim, brushing his hand briefly against his arm.
'Sweetie, wouldn’t you like to think. Momma is gonna get a fat bonus from this one. Hey Mrs. Harper. Not only is your husband having an affair, but he’s having an affair with a man. Oh, and they’re planning to kill you. That’ll be an additional grand'
Oh boy, wouldn’t that be a wonderful conversation. Siran decided that was one she needed to have in person. The thought of the woman’s reaction almost made her laugh out loud.
Siran had been so lost in her merriment that she hadn’t realized that the men had stopped and she had ran smack dab into the back of Frank. Collecting herself and making sure that her glasses were in place, the young woman took a step back. Looking up, she saw that both men were watching her intently. Her silver hidden eyes darted around quickly and realized that the two men were standing at the doors of starbucks. Bingo.
“Geez! Don’t just stand there taking up space. If you’re gonna go in, go in already! Some of us have places to be!” Siran snapped, putting on her most whiney, annoying voice she could muster. The voice itself caused Frank to noticeably cringed. She hid a small smile as they turned to walk inside. Siran played along with her Valley Girl role and listened intently to the conversation of the two men before her while pretending to be talk on her phone. Loudly, at that.
With her new frappiato-whatchamacallit in tow, Siran shoved between the two men and talked into her phone. “No, Betti, I’m on my way! Just some people don’t know how to not get in the way! Oh, for goodness sakes. I would NOT be late for our paws and claws date any day of the week. I needed a little caffeine pick me up before I had my cuticles pushed back.” Keeping the charade up as she rounded the corner. Once she was safely out of ear shot and eye sight, Siran made her way quickly across the street and headed towards the park. Plopping down onto the nearest park bench, Siran decided to make a real call.
“Mrs. Harper? This is Siran. I think we should meet.” Smiling smugly to herself, Siran ended the call and sipped at her drink.
“Blech! This is terrible!”
“I’m telling you, Frank, I can’t stand her anymore. The woman is driving me mad. Her whiney voice and her nagging ways. It’s just… It’s driving me up the wall! Last night… I thought about placing that pillow over her face and holding it there till she stopped fighting. I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of the hiding and all the lies.” The taller man said, signs of distress written all over his face. He was who Siran was following. His name was Jim. What a droll name.
“No, Jim. You can’t. You’ll go to jail. Just give it time. Just a little more time. We’ll procure the five thousand like the man asked and we’ll let him do the job. Then we can be together like we really should be. No one will be the wiser.” Frank assured Jim, brushing his hand briefly against his arm.
'Sweetie, wouldn’t you like to think. Momma is gonna get a fat bonus from this one. Hey Mrs. Harper. Not only is your husband having an affair, but he’s having an affair with a man. Oh, and they’re planning to kill you. That’ll be an additional grand'
Oh boy, wouldn’t that be a wonderful conversation. Siran decided that was one she needed to have in person. The thought of the woman’s reaction almost made her laugh out loud.
Siran had been so lost in her merriment that she hadn’t realized that the men had stopped and she had ran smack dab into the back of Frank. Collecting herself and making sure that her glasses were in place, the young woman took a step back. Looking up, she saw that both men were watching her intently. Her silver hidden eyes darted around quickly and realized that the two men were standing at the doors of starbucks. Bingo.
“Geez! Don’t just stand there taking up space. If you’re gonna go in, go in already! Some of us have places to be!” Siran snapped, putting on her most whiney, annoying voice she could muster. The voice itself caused Frank to noticeably cringed. She hid a small smile as they turned to walk inside. Siran played along with her Valley Girl role and listened intently to the conversation of the two men before her while pretending to be talk on her phone. Loudly, at that.
With her new frappiato-whatchamacallit in tow, Siran shoved between the two men and talked into her phone. “No, Betti, I’m on my way! Just some people don’t know how to not get in the way! Oh, for goodness sakes. I would NOT be late for our paws and claws date any day of the week. I needed a little caffeine pick me up before I had my cuticles pushed back.” Keeping the charade up as she rounded the corner. Once she was safely out of ear shot and eye sight, Siran made her way quickly across the street and headed towards the park. Plopping down onto the nearest park bench, Siran decided to make a real call.
“Mrs. Harper? This is Siran. I think we should meet.” Smiling smugly to herself, Siran ended the call and sipped at her drink.
“Blech! This is terrible!”
Oh, my!
You all have been busy!
haha!
You all have been busy!
haha!
© 2007-2024