Post by imogen c. riddley on Dec 12, 2009 4:28:43 GMT -5
IMOGEN CELESTE RIDDLEY
* Hey, have you heard of my religion? It's called the Church of Hot Addiction .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS LURKER KAY, AND I AM SIXTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT THREE YEARS
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE N/A.
- - - - nicknames, none. call her by something other than her name if you dare.
- - - - gender, 'female'
- - - - age, thousands of years old
- - - - race/level, demon - levianthan
- - - - [human] side, evil
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual
- - - - occupation, none
- - - - wealth class, none
- - - - describe power, pheremone inclination. With just a simple smile or flick of the wrist, those around her are put under a spell of sorts and emotions are hers to pick. She can make someone fall in love, become happy, fall into a pile on the ground sobbing, whatever. She could push someone to the point of suicide or homicide with enough provocation.
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- - - - hair, stick straight and pale, almost bleach blonde, imogen's hair is her favorite thing about herself, though she's quite vain and doesn't dislike a thing about herself, and is constantly seen grooming it or playing with it in some manner.
- - - - build, lean and lanky, imogen has the body of a dancer. still quite thin with protruding collarbones and scapulas, she seems slightly unhealthy, though still quite desirable to men.
- - - - weight, 115 lbs
- - - - height, 5'11
- - - - fashion sense, imogen dresses in what seems to be high dollar, run way fashion. some of it is a bit odd, some a bit colorful, some a bit just freaky. she enjoys getting looks from others, envious or otherwise, and finds excitement in feeling, or being, better than others.
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money
power
jewelry
expensive items
compliments
herself
mirrors
manipulating
lying
winning
'fresh meat'
carnal pleasures
taunting
corrupting
getting her way
fine clothing
alcohol
cigarettes
- - - - loathes,
pretty girls
being told no
rejection
feeling weak or vulnerable
taking orders
waiting
be talked down to
losing
angels
the just
most humans
being questioned
having to repeat herself
bugs
- - - - strengths,
lying
manipulating
seducing
looking pretty
persistence
determined
stubborn
- - - - weaknesses,
men
argumentative
loud
easily angered
vain
egotistical
grandiose sense of self worth
easily distracted
- - - - dreams,
to be one of the most powerful beings in the world
to eradicate angels
- - - - fears,
being destroyed
losing her power
losing her beauty
- - - - overall personality,
Imogen, to put it nicely, is a devil. Not in the sexy way either. Like, 'Oh, she's quite the devil.' No. She's an actual evil being from Hell. She's been describe as a snake, for multiple reasons one being her jaw that detaches to swallow innocents up. She's evil, to her rotten core, though she can play nicely when it suits her. One of the most power demons in existence, she combines all the worst traits you've ever encountered into one being.
- To say Imogen is vain would be an understatement. She loves herself more than anything that could ever come into existence. Mirrors, cameras, windows, water, anything she can see her reflection is her best friend. She spends hours primping herself, looking as good as she can though she knows she's dazzling by any standards. She has such a complex that she makes a point to degrade and crush the hopes, dreams, and soul of any woman who dares to look stunning in her presence. With her power, it makes it quite easy, so if you're an attractive woman, avoid her at all costs.
- Greedy, hungering, needy. Imogen is one that is never content. When she gets a bit of power, she needs more. Gets money, needs more. Has servants, needs even more. She just wants and needs, never content with even a vast amount. She enjoys fine, expensive things and has a hole in her being that can never be satisfied. She can't kill enough, steal enough, cheat, lie, or gamble enough to ever fill it.
- Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorn. Boy, is that the truth, especially when that 'woman' is from hell. Imogen, when angry, is as scary as they come. She has a huge temper, easily ignited, and will stop at nothing to rectify the situation that made her so angry. Whoever she has to kill, torture, seduce, is worth it as long as she feels she has won.
- Imogen has a slight problem with others that have something she wants, or even something she doesn't if she doesn't have it. Whether she needs it or wants it, if she doesn't have it you better give it to her. She'll rarely play nice and has killed a woman for a simple handbag. In her defense it was Prada, but it could've been from a thrift store and she'd still kill. Much like the pretty girls she's willing to kill, mutilate, or torture, for simply being attractive, these poor souls were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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out on your corner in the pouring rain
out on your corner in the pouring rain
look for the girl with the broken smile[/color] [/font]
ask her if she wants to stay a while, and she will be loved[/color][/font]
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Persephone rubbed her watery eyes, stifling a yawn that was threatening
to escape. She still had a horrible cold, a cold so persistent it had been
going on two weeks now, since the night after the Yule Ball. She couldn't
figure out why it had lasted so long, but she knew she wanted it gone
and quickly for that matter. She pushed herself out of bed, sleeping in
later than the rest of the girls, and slid into her slippers as she shuffled
across the floor to her trunk where all her clothes hid. Throwing the lid
open with a sneeze, she pulled out one of her more casual, inexpensive
outfits and slowly began working her way into it. Her outfit, as usual,
matched from the shoes to the eyeshadow. Her pace, still slow as can be,
was probably annoying Alex, her future husband, as she had set an
alarm for five minutes before when he told her to meet him. He had
wanted to talk to her, which he deemed was to important to talk about
in front of her friends or in the common room, and was likely already
there knowing him. Still, with this thought in mind, she didn't hasten
herself at all, and in fact may have slowed down. She knew nothing
good could come of it, since he rarely ever associated with her unless
it was an occasion to show her off, she demanded it, or his parents did
the demanding. Knowing how much he detested her, she figured she'd
be yelled at about being unlady like or rude. She was just grateful Alex
hadn't taken her father up on writing him whenever Persephone gave
him trouble so he could deal with her. If he had she'd likely be beaten
black and blue and shut away for good during the holidays.
Pulling on her boots, she was finally ready. She still wasn't ready to
leave, wanting to prolong seeing Alex's face for as long as she possibly
could. She thought back to the Yule Ball that she had attended with
Fred. They hadn't planned it, nor did they want it at first, but it seemed
to end well and the butterflies that barely fluttered when she was around
him now flapped wildly whenever he caught her eye. Two days ago she
had seen him in the Great Hall and she was lucky enough for him to
notice her back. He gave her one of his famous Fred Weasley smile and
she could feel her heart beating rapidly, her cheeks flush, and her
stomach tie in knots as he turned back to his friends. She smiled lightly,
her eyes landing on the enchanted corsage he had given her, even after
she had been so mean and bitter towards him. The roses and lilies, with
the ribbon that had matched her dress perfectly, and the small golden
butterflies that sat on it. It was breathtaking and reminded her of a great
night and her deplorable behavior. Taking one last, longing gaze at the
corsage. She'd much rather go to the Great Hall or Quidditch pitch and
look for and at Fred and his annoyingly handsome face. But no, she had
to go see Alexander, her betrothed.
She calmly walked down the stairs, her hand on the railing, her attitude
like that of a queen. Her head was held high, her chest pushed out, with
a smug look. Her fellow slytherins watched her as she came down, some
smiling, some glaring, some merely acknowledging her presence with no
emotion attached at all. She smiled regally, nodding at the students, a
bit too proud of herself. She knew she needed to act like this now, so if
she came back crying they'd know not to mess with her. She waved to
Ruby with a smile before she exited the common room to find her way to
where she needed to be. After battling the moving staircases, she found
her way to the history of magic classroom, which was unoccupied, with
the exception of Alex. She walked in, her head bowed, knowing she was
wrong to be late, and would probably be told how immature that was of
her, or how irresponsible she always was and he couldn't believe he had
to marry her. She hid her face behind her hair, knowing he was the only
person who could do that to her. She refused to look him in the eye as
she felt his gaze on her, possibly trying to make her burst into flames.
'I apologize for being late, Alex. I've had this cold for awhile now and it
just slows me down so much, Again, I apologize.[/color] She sat on a
desk quickly, still avoiding eye contact.
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wearing; link here
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extra; i love drama
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