Post by Amelia Khemse on Oct 5, 2013 0:21:22 GMT
Name: Khemse, Amelia
Age: Unknown
Sex: Female
Ethnicity/Species: European/Werewolf
Rank: Queen of the Lycan Court
Court: Lycan
Appearance: Amelia is 5 foot 2 inches tall, weighing around 125 pounds. Small for a werewolf but not to be underestimated. For she still has the incredible strength of the lycans at her disposal, even as a human. She has bright fire orange hair that changes from curly to straight on a daily bases. Her skin is pale and her eyes are naturally purple, but turn golden when she is angry or changing forms. She has a small but curvy figure. She usually wears an old fashioned hat that covers one eye when she is in most places. Amelia has both of her ears pierced twice but will only wear them when going to a meeting, usually taking them right off afterwards. Almost always wearing a black kimono like dress that goes down past her knees. Both sides of the dress are split from the waist, revealing her legs. Amelia always wears her black gloves and calf high boots were ever she goes as well.
Lycan Form: After she transforms she turns into a 7 foot monster of a wolf. Capable of tearing a man apart in a matter of seconds. Her head is completely like a wolfs, her teeth a bit longer and sharper. Her paws are more hand like with razor sharp claws. Eyes like amber and fur as black as coal. She is still capable of standing and walking on two legs but when she runs or engages in battle she is usually on all fours.
Personality: Cold and reserved, she is highly aristocratic and arrogant, looking down upon all manner of Dim Hollowers' for their audacity to challenge her. Her pride of being a noble lycan is very apparent in how she deals with everything. All the years she has been in Dim Hollow and part of the death dealers has made her merciless and cold blooded. It is extremely rare for her to show any kind of mercy. She is quick on her feet and extremely cunning, manipulating those she dislikes. Amelia also has a quick and terrible temper.
Weapon: She mostly uses her teeth or her nails while in her lycan form. But when she is human she carries all sorts of small daggers hidden in her gloves, thigh straps, and boots. Amelia also has a katana she carries around with her. It is mostly pure silver, cut half the edge of the blade contains iron.
Weakness: Amelia's biggest down fall is her temper becoming so bad she can black out. Making unconscious and unwise battle decisions that could easily get her killed. Due to her lycan body most wounds do not phase her, unless it is a stab to the heart or severing the head. Unlike most fairy tales silver does not affect a lycan spefically, however a silver nitrate bullet will have the effect you see in the movies. (When shot, a silver solution is excreted from the round directly into the bloodstream of the victim, clogging it with poison.)
History: Amelia was one of the first humans to be taken in by Dim Hollow and spit out as a creature. She doesnt remember much from those days, the farthest her memory allows her to remember back is when the assassins guild caught her. Running aloof and killing as she pleased, putting up such a fight and evading them for so long they decided to take her in and train her in the ways. The leader at the time was named Danzo, Danzo had trained its members to lose their emotions by growing up as brothers/sisters from a young age, only to later be made to kill each other. They were put in a controlled environment of Danzos choosing and told to kill or be killed. They had 12 hours to get it done. If either of them tried to escaped they would be killed on the spot or if their 12 hours were up they would both be killed. This is done to kill any sense of sentiment or emotional attachment. However Amelia was a different case since she was already fully grown. Instead Danzo made her the appointed death dealer when both of the members couldnt kill each other or tried to run. If she refused to do such she was thrown in a cell for two weeks with no water, no food, and brutal punishment each day. On the occasions this did happen, Amelia would stare at the walls for hours wondering if this all was worth it. Finally coming to the conclusion she would do what it took to become the top assassin, killing her way through the ranks she would earn Danzo's trust and when she finally did, she would kill him.
It was also on this day a demon was thrown into the cell with her, although unlike any other demon she had ever met her was almost kind. The old Demon simply called himself Guy. With crude pieces he had him within himself he taught her to play shogi. It passed the days and kept her mind sharp. Over the years Guy and her got close, well as close as a demon and a lycan can get. Amelia almost saw him as the older brother. He helped her train, taught her new killing techniques every week, gave her someone to talk to. Because of Guy she became a mighty blood thirsty death dealer. Sadly, Danzo had been paying attention to this. Approaching her one day he told her he had a final test for her before she could become his right hand man. Waiting for this moment for years she hastily agreed, without thinking much of it. It wasnt til later that evening when she entered the arena and saw Guy standing in the middle did she realize what Danzo had done. They both were equipped with daggers and that was all. As Amelia was looking at her dagger in despair Guy slowly began walking toward her, his head was down but she could see the faint smile on his face. To this day Amelia can still remember his exact words "I knew this day would come and I have great faith that you will do the right thing...Amelia" barely in a whisper before he impaled himself on her dagger. As his body slumped down against her's she remembers the feeling of the blood on her hands, soaking into her gloves and shirt. Something snapped in Amelia that day as she faced Danzo with cold amber eyes. Looking at him with a fanged smile she turned and walked out of the arena. She had done it, becoming Danzo's right hand man with the blood of her only friend.
After a couple years of contract killings Amelia became one of the best known death dealers in the guild. One fateful day she had a man appear before her, seemingly out of the mist. He didnt smell of Dim Hollow and she had gazed at him with wary eyes. He was wearing the colors of the Augustus Gate Kings adviser. "What can such an important man like you be doing here with a lowly dim hollower like me?" She spat at the man. Not to be phased the man gave her a rolled up scroll. Amelia slowly took it and looked at the royal stamp upon it. 'What in the hell is this all about?' She thought to herself as she opened the letter and read the elegant hand writing of the king. After a moment she bent her head back and laughed. "You have GOT to be kidding me? This is a cruel joke right?" The man took a sharp breath. "Do you agree to it? His royalties must know by tonight." Amelia had thought long and hard about what the letter had said, this would finally be her chance to get back at Danzo. Reaching for a pen she slowly signed her name at the bottom. "When do I begin?" She asked as she handed the scroll back the the man. "You must kill the Lycan Queen tonight, and you will start as the new Queen in the morning. Dont worry about anything other than being discreet about the kill. The King will handle everything else."
Rp Sample: Amelia looked carefully at the ground before the door, but the dust was undisturbed. Nobody had been through here in at least a couple of days. She glanced over her shoulder again, then leaned forward to inspect the padlock on the iron door. Perfect: an old pins tumbler lock, the kind they'd been making for over a hundred years, still basically unchanged. First, she tugged on the padlock hard, to make sure it was actually locked. That was the first rule of lock-picking: don't try any keyway tools unto; you're sure you need them.
It was locked, 'All right, here we go.' Amerlia thought to herself. She pulled a pouch out of her pocket, inside was her small set of tension wrenches and the lifter picks she'd made a couple days ago. She selected the wrench that seemed the right size and inserted it in the keyway, applying tension in the unlocking direction. Lock picking, she knew, was basically a job of finding the mechanical defects of a particular lock: the individual pins were never machined to precisely the same size, there were always slight variations between them that could be exploited. Next, she inserted a pick and gingerly tested the wars, looking for the tightest fit, which would signify the thickest pin. Since the thickest pin of a lock bings the first when a turning force is applied, it was important to pick the pins in the order of fattest to thinnest. There it was: the pin that bound the most. Carefully, usuing the pick, she raied it until she felt it set at the shear line. Then she moved to the next thinnest pin and repeated the process, and then once again, careful always to maintain tension. At last, the driver pin set with an audible click; she gave a yank and the lock popped off. Amelia stood back and allowed herself to feel a small prick of pride; it had been ages since she had had to be secretive about her killings and not just yank the stupid contraptions off.
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Age: Unknown
Sex: Female
Ethnicity/Species: European/Werewolf
Rank: Queen of the Lycan Court
Court: Lycan
Appearance: Amelia is 5 foot 2 inches tall, weighing around 125 pounds. Small for a werewolf but not to be underestimated. For she still has the incredible strength of the lycans at her disposal, even as a human. She has bright fire orange hair that changes from curly to straight on a daily bases. Her skin is pale and her eyes are naturally purple, but turn golden when she is angry or changing forms. She has a small but curvy figure. She usually wears an old fashioned hat that covers one eye when she is in most places. Amelia has both of her ears pierced twice but will only wear them when going to a meeting, usually taking them right off afterwards. Almost always wearing a black kimono like dress that goes down past her knees. Both sides of the dress are split from the waist, revealing her legs. Amelia always wears her black gloves and calf high boots were ever she goes as well.
Lycan Form: After she transforms she turns into a 7 foot monster of a wolf. Capable of tearing a man apart in a matter of seconds. Her head is completely like a wolfs, her teeth a bit longer and sharper. Her paws are more hand like with razor sharp claws. Eyes like amber and fur as black as coal. She is still capable of standing and walking on two legs but when she runs or engages in battle she is usually on all fours.
Personality: Cold and reserved, she is highly aristocratic and arrogant, looking down upon all manner of Dim Hollowers' for their audacity to challenge her. Her pride of being a noble lycan is very apparent in how she deals with everything. All the years she has been in Dim Hollow and part of the death dealers has made her merciless and cold blooded. It is extremely rare for her to show any kind of mercy. She is quick on her feet and extremely cunning, manipulating those she dislikes. Amelia also has a quick and terrible temper.
Weapon: She mostly uses her teeth or her nails while in her lycan form. But when she is human she carries all sorts of small daggers hidden in her gloves, thigh straps, and boots. Amelia also has a katana she carries around with her. It is mostly pure silver, cut half the edge of the blade contains iron.
Weakness: Amelia's biggest down fall is her temper becoming so bad she can black out. Making unconscious and unwise battle decisions that could easily get her killed. Due to her lycan body most wounds do not phase her, unless it is a stab to the heart or severing the head. Unlike most fairy tales silver does not affect a lycan spefically, however a silver nitrate bullet will have the effect you see in the movies. (When shot, a silver solution is excreted from the round directly into the bloodstream of the victim, clogging it with poison.)
History: Amelia was one of the first humans to be taken in by Dim Hollow and spit out as a creature. She doesnt remember much from those days, the farthest her memory allows her to remember back is when the assassins guild caught her. Running aloof and killing as she pleased, putting up such a fight and evading them for so long they decided to take her in and train her in the ways. The leader at the time was named Danzo, Danzo had trained its members to lose their emotions by growing up as brothers/sisters from a young age, only to later be made to kill each other. They were put in a controlled environment of Danzos choosing and told to kill or be killed. They had 12 hours to get it done. If either of them tried to escaped they would be killed on the spot or if their 12 hours were up they would both be killed. This is done to kill any sense of sentiment or emotional attachment. However Amelia was a different case since she was already fully grown. Instead Danzo made her the appointed death dealer when both of the members couldnt kill each other or tried to run. If she refused to do such she was thrown in a cell for two weeks with no water, no food, and brutal punishment each day. On the occasions this did happen, Amelia would stare at the walls for hours wondering if this all was worth it. Finally coming to the conclusion she would do what it took to become the top assassin, killing her way through the ranks she would earn Danzo's trust and when she finally did, she would kill him.
It was also on this day a demon was thrown into the cell with her, although unlike any other demon she had ever met her was almost kind. The old Demon simply called himself Guy. With crude pieces he had him within himself he taught her to play shogi. It passed the days and kept her mind sharp. Over the years Guy and her got close, well as close as a demon and a lycan can get. Amelia almost saw him as the older brother. He helped her train, taught her new killing techniques every week, gave her someone to talk to. Because of Guy she became a mighty blood thirsty death dealer. Sadly, Danzo had been paying attention to this. Approaching her one day he told her he had a final test for her before she could become his right hand man. Waiting for this moment for years she hastily agreed, without thinking much of it. It wasnt til later that evening when she entered the arena and saw Guy standing in the middle did she realize what Danzo had done. They both were equipped with daggers and that was all. As Amelia was looking at her dagger in despair Guy slowly began walking toward her, his head was down but she could see the faint smile on his face. To this day Amelia can still remember his exact words "I knew this day would come and I have great faith that you will do the right thing...Amelia" barely in a whisper before he impaled himself on her dagger. As his body slumped down against her's she remembers the feeling of the blood on her hands, soaking into her gloves and shirt. Something snapped in Amelia that day as she faced Danzo with cold amber eyes. Looking at him with a fanged smile she turned and walked out of the arena. She had done it, becoming Danzo's right hand man with the blood of her only friend.
After a couple years of contract killings Amelia became one of the best known death dealers in the guild. One fateful day she had a man appear before her, seemingly out of the mist. He didnt smell of Dim Hollow and she had gazed at him with wary eyes. He was wearing the colors of the Augustus Gate Kings adviser. "What can such an important man like you be doing here with a lowly dim hollower like me?" She spat at the man. Not to be phased the man gave her a rolled up scroll. Amelia slowly took it and looked at the royal stamp upon it. 'What in the hell is this all about?' She thought to herself as she opened the letter and read the elegant hand writing of the king. After a moment she bent her head back and laughed. "You have GOT to be kidding me? This is a cruel joke right?" The man took a sharp breath. "Do you agree to it? His royalties must know by tonight." Amelia had thought long and hard about what the letter had said, this would finally be her chance to get back at Danzo. Reaching for a pen she slowly signed her name at the bottom. "When do I begin?" She asked as she handed the scroll back the the man. "You must kill the Lycan Queen tonight, and you will start as the new Queen in the morning. Dont worry about anything other than being discreet about the kill. The King will handle everything else."
Rp Sample: Amelia looked carefully at the ground before the door, but the dust was undisturbed. Nobody had been through here in at least a couple of days. She glanced over her shoulder again, then leaned forward to inspect the padlock on the iron door. Perfect: an old pins tumbler lock, the kind they'd been making for over a hundred years, still basically unchanged. First, she tugged on the padlock hard, to make sure it was actually locked. That was the first rule of lock-picking: don't try any keyway tools unto; you're sure you need them.
It was locked, 'All right, here we go.' Amerlia thought to herself. She pulled a pouch out of her pocket, inside was her small set of tension wrenches and the lifter picks she'd made a couple days ago. She selected the wrench that seemed the right size and inserted it in the keyway, applying tension in the unlocking direction. Lock picking, she knew, was basically a job of finding the mechanical defects of a particular lock: the individual pins were never machined to precisely the same size, there were always slight variations between them that could be exploited. Next, she inserted a pick and gingerly tested the wars, looking for the tightest fit, which would signify the thickest pin. Since the thickest pin of a lock bings the first when a turning force is applied, it was important to pick the pins in the order of fattest to thinnest. There it was: the pin that bound the most. Carefully, usuing the pick, she raied it until she felt it set at the shear line. Then she moved to the next thinnest pin and repeated the process, and then once again, careful always to maintain tension. At last, the driver pin set with an audible click; she gave a yank and the lock popped off. Amelia stood back and allowed herself to feel a small prick of pride; it had been ages since she had had to be secretive about her killings and not just yank the stupid contraptions off.
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