Post by mars on May 31, 2013 21:12:32 GMT -5
I WON'T CRY FOR YOU
Dalmatia Dani Kreos
- Name: Dalmatia Kreos
- Alias: Bloody Angel
- Age: 111 {looks to be in her 20's}
- Gender: Female
- Species: By appearance, Seraphim. By personality, Demon.
- Codename: Crimson {"Bloody"} Angel
- Faction: Unaffiliated, but open to any evil factions {dark avengers //wiggly brows} or if any good factions can sway her, then go for it
I WON'T CRUCIFY THE THINGS YOU DO
- Personality: When Dalmatia speaks, her tone is dripping with honey. She sounds sweet, innocent, harmless; but in reality, she's anything but. Dalmatia is an expert at deceit and manipulation; she loves having others "wrapped around her fingers", in a sense of the phrase. She's a flirt, perhaps even a seductress, when the situation calls for it.
Dalmatia has a destructively strong sense of justice. She sees so many things wrong with the human race, and every bone in her body tells her to stop it. She sees humans as completely incapable of good. She doesn't see "second chances" as something that should be given to those who do break the law. In some ways, Dalmatia could be seen as an anti-hero-- but her form of "justice" is far too extreme for the title. She does kill, and she does it in the blink of an eye. She has often stopped a crime case before, only to kill the perpetrators and leave them for the authorities, sometimes with a note from her, telling them that they're "Welcome for ridding your town of these atrocious humans."
She has a short temper, and often delves into violent fits when pushed too far. She hates to be commanded, and prefers to do "her own thing". She's incredibly judgemental to everyone-- especially humans; she's a bit self-righteous, and believes most people are below her. She respects very few.
On her downside-- or perhaps, her goodside-- Dalmatia does feel guilt when it comes to the people she's left dead. But only on occasions. When she hears people complain, sees them mourn, or is questioned of her own motives, she finds herself fighting a battle with her conscience afterwards.
Was it the right thing to do?
In the end, she always tells herself that it is, and that's the end of that; but this does prove that there is some goodness in her, that has yet to be brought out.
Dalmatia is afraid of - real - love and affection, and believes that it is for the weak. Though, sometimes she does wonder-- what's it like to have someone care? But, she lets that stay an unanswered question.
She often seems numb to caring for others, even those she might consider as "acquaintances" or "partners".
- Likes: Darkness, Performing Justice Acts, Frightening "Evil-Doers", Killing, Being In Control
- Dislikes: Love, Lectures, Being Perceived As Powerless, Being Looked Down Upon, Doubting Her Actions
- Appearance: Dalmatia has pale skin and looks almost flawless and porcelain. She is skinny, with four wings sprouting from her shoulder blades and upper back. Her hair is long and white, with the slighest of blue tints throughout it. She is normally garnished in "angelic" looking clothes; a garment of light blue, fading to white. She usually goes about bare-foot, or with gold-plated sandals. She seems to have a light blue eyeshadow on her eyelids.
- Distinguishing Features: She has four white wings that sprout from her shoulderblades and upper back. Her eyes are a milky white-- almost as if she's blind-- but when she's angry or about to kill, they become tinted a sickening blood red with white pupils.
- Equipment: Her most prized posession is an angelic looking crossbow; snow white, save for its gold trimming and silver string. She uses this for most of her kills, in addition to her own powers. The arrows to her bows are literally made from the wind.
I WON'T CRY FOR YOU
- Mother: UNKNOWN
- Father: UNKNOWN
- Siblings: N/A
- Other Family members: UNKNOWN
SEE, WHEN YOU'RE GONE
- Powers:
Healing Factor: Dalmatia's body heals itself by default, as she is considered a basically "immortal" being. {However, she is still capable of death.} Her healing factor is surprisingly slow; she is able to regenerate small wounds faster than larger ones; small wounds may take up to five minutes to fully heal, whilst larger ones could take up to a few hours.
Superhuman Agility: As Dalmatia is not human, she does have superhuman agility. Her four wings aide her in this; they allow her to move much more quickly than most could, speeding from place to place with more speed than a two-winged being.
Flight: Due to Dalmatia's wings, she has the ability of flight.
Air & Wind Manipulation: Dalmatia can control the wind, and air, to her liking. She sometimes uses these abilities on their own, but more often, she condenses air into a solidified 'arrow' of sorts, which she then loads into her bow and shoots at her target, leaving no trace of a weapon being used in the end.
- Weaknesses:
Healing Factor: Slow regeneration, her healing factor will not bring her back from death once her heart does stop, but it can bring her back from the brink if it is still beating.
Superhuman Agility & Flight: If her wings are damaged, both of these are affected; she loses the ability to either fly or control herself during flight, and her agility is brought down tremendously.
Air & Wind Manipulation: She cannot harness this energy as well if she is angry. Her aiming becomes horribly off, and her power overall becomes unstable; this has created tornados and other horrid windstorms that even she could not control, as she doesn't know how to access her full potential in the matter. - Skills: Close combat, archery, sweet-talking, manipulation.
- History: Dalmatia's story started on her 80th birthday.
She landed on planet earth. All memories were forgotten. She was an angel; a fallen angel, it seemed. She had no recollection of where she had been before, no recollection of family, friends, or her past-doings. She had no idea why she was on the planet in the first place, but it seemed she couldn't get off. Something kept her from leaving.
Her first few years after her "falling" were spent in the darkness of night, observing humans all over the world; observing them wherever her wings took her. People stole, murdered, raped, hurt, wounded, brutalized-- she was stunned; and she became angry. She watched the justice system; people went into jail, people came out. The same people committed the same crimes, then went back to jail. It was a horrible repeat, over, and over, and over again.
Stealing, murder, brutalization, wounding-- war. It happened again, and again. At some point, she's not sure when, she lost all respect for the humans. They made weapons to kill, they betrayed their own brothers, they promised, and then they broke promises.
The humans began to sicken her. The humans she sometimes believed she might have protected in a different life.
She just began to hate. The more chances she gave them, the more they messed up. Didn't they learn?
She gave up on them; on her one hundredth birthday, she lost her patience. She began to kill. She lost all sense of her angelic personality; her sympathy, her empathy, any kindness she had, was gone.
She couldn't leave it for human authorities anymore-- they were useless, their justice system was useless. It did nothing. The culprits needed to die as punishment, and that was that.
And that was the law she's lived by since then. She hides in the day, travels by night, murders those that "deserve" it, and leaves their corpses for the authorities to pick up.
She began to like this game of hers. She liked to be in power; she liked to kill, to have the lives of these beings resting in her hand. Their lives were up to her. Their "second chances" were up to her. But, they had none. They had blown all their chances a long, long time ago.
She began to explore different ways to deceive humans, and even mutants when she began to realize she wasn't the only non human on the planet. She brought out the sin in them with deceit and manipulation, and justified her hatred of them when it worked. No being has passed her test yet.
She became filled with hatred, afraid of love and kindness-- she was an angel slowly turning into a demon.
There were no more second chances for the humans.
I'LL STILL BE BLOODY MARY
- Your name: Mars
- Years of experience Roleplaying: 7-8?
- Where did you find the Heroes of Tomorrow?: YANKEHSSS
- Name of Song you choose: Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga
- Roleplaying Sample: ~~~~~
