Post by Minxie on Sept 12, 2012 15:15:18 GMT -6
[ Calla Charmion ]
[ She's got that juju in her eyes; makes boys and old men come alive-
And she knows the power that she possesses when they start to melt under her caresses... ]
[ Catch Me As I Fall ]
[ The Basics ]
Name Meaning: To delight in all that is beautiful
(Calla from the Greek "Kallos" meaning "beauty"; Charmion from the Ancient Greek "Charmos" meaning "delight")
Nick Name: "Cal"
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual (with a preference for women)
[ Sweet Ruptured Light ]
[ Appearances ]
Hair: Light blonde : Wavy : Just-below-ear length
Face & Eyes: Calla's face is oval and very androgynous. Her eyes are western in shape, and golden in colour. Her skin is "cafe late" in colour.
Body Type: Slim and well-toned. Height of five foot nine inches. Very leggy.
Clothing Style: In a feminine mood, Cal wears mini-skirts and knee-high boots with blouses or t-shirts, or long skirts with slits up the side: anything which will show off her long and shapely legs. In a masculine mood, Calla's wardrobe changes completely into shirts, trousers and jackets. She likes to dress in a masculine style, but she rarely wears the more 'casual' masculine clothing. She prefers to look smart and sharp at all times.
[ Don't Turn Away ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Personality: If there is one thing Calla Charmion could be accused of, it would not be piety and modesty. Cal lives for herself, for pleasure and for personal gain. She wants to be loved, adored, worshipped, and very highly-paid. She is incredibly self-centred, and unless it benefits her thinks of no-one but herself. When it benefits her, Calla is charming and polite, a paragon of kindness and light. She is incredibly charming. Cross her, however, and you see a different side to her. A hot temper and razor-sharp tongue bubble just beneath the charming veneer of Calla's facade, and she has little-to-no hold over either temper or tongue. She has no qualms about insulting someone and degrading them until they're in tears. If things aren't done to her very particular way, or things aren't done as she wants them, she isn't happy. She generally does not get violent with her temper, but she will easily lay into a person with her tongue.
In addition, Calla is incredibly overt. She doesn't care if she makes people uncomfortable; she is very happy with her sexual preferences and everyone else should just put up with it. If they don't like it, they can just go away. She has no interest in other peoples' thoughts and feelings with regards to who and what she is. Calla has just enough ability to take note of other peoples' thoughts and feelings, but that is most often used in order to further her own gain.
There is not a totally hard interior to Calla Charmion. She has her fears, one of which is losing her position as a highly-desired moCal. It is all she knows in this world, and the idea of losing the familiarity really does scare her. She hates to be left at a loss, or having to rely on someone else. She is highly independent, desiring nothing more than to make her own way around the world, gain her goals, by herself. Partly this is because she does not wish to be beholden to anyone (Cal hates owing favours; she collects them), but partly it is because she sees it as a sign of weakness.
Cal does not wish to admit it, and would certainly not ever do so in public, but she hates to feel lonely. She is so used to working by herself, being a "lone wolf", that she has become able to mask the feelings with something else. Nonetheless, she still feels the tug of loneliness late at night, when she is alone in her bed. Not even the Shade Senshi are impervious to emotions, and not even the senshi of lust can hide herself in the feeling forever. When she begins to feel lonely, Cal often seeks solace in something she loves, such as chocolate, or fine wine, or bad romance films. Anything to keep her mind off her own emotions.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Dreams:
Fears:
[ Candy Clouds of Lullaby ]
[ Present History ]
If something's worth doing, it's worth doing yourself.
Calla Charmion knew from an early age that no-one was going to give her what she wanted; she was going to have to take it. It was not that she had a terrible, abusive or neglectful upbringing, it was simply a fact. Calla grew up in the Ionian Islands of Greece, one of three children in a very normal family. Her childhood was, as she says (when one can get her to discuss her past at all), forgettable. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, there was no great tragedy in their lives. Calla passed through her formative years playing dress-up and dreaming of the day when she would be famous. The family was not close, though cared for one another as was expected. Calla's siblings were older than her, and so she spent most of her time associating with other children in the neighbourhood.
High-school arrived, and with it the sudden onslaught of hormones and fighting for dominance, or perhaps that was just Calla? Whatever it was, she became determined to be the most popular, best-loved pupil of the school. Perhaps unsurprisingly, given her nature, she was successful. She went through her high-school years being the girl the others aspired to be. She had her pick of the popular males (though she discovered that really she was not quite so interested in them), and she was crowned prom queen.
She had no real interest in going on to college; her aspirations still lay in landing a successful modelling career and becoming famous. In the interim, she landed herself a job as a secretary for a large company based in Athens. There was no great argument, no heart-rending familial split; Calla just packed her belongings, bid her siblings and parents farewell, and left.
Life in Athens was not exactly glamorous, though Cal hadn't really expected it to be. She worked long hours for the company, for not-great-pay. She lived in a very tiny apartment above a shop, and could afford few in the way of luxuries. She applied for numerous modelling contracts, but never seemed to get anyway. She refused to despair, and instead continued applying for jobs, and working. Her social life was quiet, simply because she did not have the money to go out. On the occasions that she did, Cal found she could attract quite the crowd no matter how she dressed. She discovered it was a great deal of fun dressing in a purely masculine manner, wearing a smart suit and tie, and that she attracted a great deal of attention from both sexes when she did. Not to say that she didn't attract people when she dressed in skirts and dresses. It was certain that Cal never lacked bed-fellows.
She refused to get attached to anyone, and consequently left a trail of broken hearts behind her. Some people whispered about her cold-hearted, playboy-like tendencies, but Cal really could not care less. She had her dream, and she was determined to follow it. Love - and the inevitable heartbreak - would only slow her down.
At twenty her big break came; she was spotted by a talent-scout whilst out buying her boss' lunch. She had chosen to wear a suit that day, and her sharp androgynous features worked to make her stand out from the crowd, and she was hired on the spot. The scout practically had dollar-signs in her eyes as she sorted out the contract, and Cal could see it quite clearly. She knew that the scout did not care for her more than a paypacket, and she felt the same. Again, her motto was proving itself right.
The talent scout was right, as well; Cal's unusual colouring and ability to switch between looking sexily masculine and smokily feminine made her an instant Grecian hit. One of her earliest photoshoots involved first wearing the traditional chiton and stola of a Grecian lady, then the slightly modified armour of a spartan warrior. The images became iconic around Greece, and Cal knew she was on her way to stardom.
The week her twenty-first birthday, Cal began having unusual dreams. As far as she was aware, prior to her birthday, she had never dreamed of anything - or if she did she never remembered it in the morning. These dreams, though, stayed with her throughout the day. It was only down to her strong work-ethic and determination that they did not interfere with her everyday life. They were all the same; war, bloodshed, death. Her death. But it was her war, too. She was fighting for something, something that was important enough to die for. Cal could genuinely not think of anything she would willingly give her life up for - not even the latest Louis Vuitton shoes.
On the night of her birthday - after a party that finished in the early hours, and a very pleasant three hours spent with an attractive couple - Cal dreamed again. Once more, she was on a battlefield, striving for dominance, leading her warriors against others. She was strong, and she was beautiful, and she was determined to be unbeatable. It was not to be; first her warriors were overwhelmed, then she herself fell to a blade, swearing in her dying breath that she would get her revenge.
Calla awoke with a name on her lips.
Sailorvenus
With that dream, she remembered everything. She remembered who she was, what she was, and what she had lost. Sailorvenus had her throne, the pretender sat where she herself should be, claiming royalty when she deserved none. It was unacceptable. But what could be done now? Had the time to fight, to be victorious, passed on? Cal didn't think so; why would she have been reborn if she was not being handed the chance to fight again by some unknown power?
Calla's life-long dream gained a new edge; she would become world-famous, and then would find Sailorvenus. She remembered the blood-lust of millennia past, and mused upon it briefly, then discarded it. The dead were useless, they did nothing but take up ground-space. The living, however, could be manipulated. They could be dominated. They could be used. Cal would not kill Sailorvenus when she found her; she would break her, keep her, for whatever purpose she felt like. If she was attractive enough, Cal mused, she would keep her as a concubine.
She threw herself back into her modelling with greater fervour than before. She had to hit the big time; she needed more money than just being famous in Greece would allow. She accepted every job offered to her, and tried increasingly hard to curb the sharp tongue she had never before bothered attempting to master. As much as it annoyed her, Cal knew she had to get a reputation as being okay (if not good) to work with. To a degree, she was successful; people seemed to overlook her occasional bouts of temper, as when she was not on a spiteful tirade, she was unbelievably charming and flattering. People could not get enough of her. Part of that, she discovered, was the newly-awakened ability to induce lust and pleasure in those she chose to.
Her determination paid off, and soon Calla's face was seen on posters and in adverts worldwide. She had the success she had always dreamed of, but to her frustration it was only partially rewarding. She had everything she wanted, except Sailorvenus. She did not even know where to start with trying to find the little interloper. She was distracted by her agent booking a location shoot and advertisement work in Japan. Initially, Cal fumed. She had more important things to do than try and become a household name in a place she had never been interested in. Nonetheless, work was work, and she did enjoy it. So she set about making a name for herself there. Partly due to her natural good looks, and partly due to her highly useful ability, Cal got involved with some mafia members, and was soon courting with the higher bosses. No-one seemed willing to cross her, which was good (for them, that is), and it was not long before she was becoming almost as well-known in Japan as she had been in her homeland. She struggled with the language barrier for a while; before the shoot she had only spoken Greek and English, but she picked up the basics after a while.
Her exotic good looks made her a household name to those interested in the fashion industry, and she was party to everything she wanted: fast cars, fine wines, expensive foods. She was seen on television and in billboards all over Japan, and had been approached more than once about releasing an album or a perfume. The only thing Cal cannot have is Sailorvenus. She continues to search, even whilst in Japan, managing to keep her mind on work when she needed to, but it has been getting harder for her to do so. All Calla wishes for is to sort out her 'Sailorvenus problem' and then, she feels, she will be content.
[ Sailoraphrodite ]
[ Don't Close Your Eyes ]
[ The Basics ]
Realm of Power: Lust
Alignment: Herself, though she will assist the other Shades if it will get her what she wants.
Colors: Concord Grape (#660198), Thistle (#D8BFD8), Gold
Symbol: Ancient Grecian symbol for beauty and sexual love, or "Aphrodite".
[ Return to Me Salvation ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Uniform Description:
[/li][li]Choker:[/color] A light purple ribbon surrounded by golden lace, from which a deep purple heart-shaped amethyst hangs.
[/li][li]Collar:[/color] Resting on Aphrodite's shoulders is a dark purple sailor collar, trimmed with lighter purple ribbon and edged with gold lace.
[/li][li]Bodice:[/color] Sailoraphrodite's high-leg leotard is in deep purple, trimmed on the hemlines with gold. It is split all the way down the front, and laced with black ribbon. A golden chain holds the uppermost section together.
[/li][li]Skirt: [/color]The two-tier skirt is coloured in dark purple on top, and lighter purple beneath. The dual waistband is in these colours also, as are the long-tailed bows resting at the small of her back. The skirt rests low on her hips, showing off the leotard. The upper layer is trimmed with gold ribbon and golden lace, whereas the bottom layer is trimmed only with golden lace.
[/li][li]Legs:[/color] Sailoraphrodite wears thigh-high stockings in light purple, with a dark purple ribbon and gold lace trim at the top. With these she wears v-top knee-high boots in dark purple, with golden trim.
[/li][li]Gloves: [/color]Light purple, elbow-length, finger-less, trimmed with purple ribbon and golden lace.
[/li][li]Misc.: [/color]Sailoraphrodite wears amethyst heart drop-earrings.[/li][/ul]
Weapon: Kol Kama (Dark Desire) - Two gold-coloured daggers, small enough to be almost obscured by her hands.
Aphrodite Lust Riot!
[/li][li]Effect:[/color] Whomever is in the path of the power flowing from Aphrodite's hands is treated to a wave of her lust-inducing powers. Depending on the mental strength of the person, it is capable of completely stopping them in their tracks, blinding them. (It is not necessarily sexual lust- she has an attack just for that!) The effects last for roughly two minutes.[/li][/ul]
Come Hither
[/li][li]Effect:[/color] Whomever was selected to receive this attack is instantly and exceedingly aroused. Once again, depending on the mental strength of the person, it's effect can be either minor or major. In the minor sense, it is a slight irritation. In the major sense, it can become painful (especially in males), and highly distracting. All senses are heightened, and any physical touch will be uncomfortable.
Aphrodite enjoys getting close to the person she has affected with the attack, and will promise release for them. She has not yet managed to persuade foes to fight for her as yet, but it does not stop her trying. The effect of the attack can last up to five minutes, but only if Aphrodite is in close range.[/li][/ul]
Battle Style: Aphrodite is in it for herself; she focuses simply on her personal goals. If she has grown 'fond' of any of the other Shades, she might keep a vague eye on them, but as a whole she is only interested in herself.
Warrior Personality: Sailoraphrodite is very versatile on the battlefield, able to adapt to changing situations with relative ease. She is passionate in her fighting, which can sometimes lead to her being blinded by it. All she wants is to defeat Sailorvenus, and make the senshi her personal slave. Due to her single-minded passion, Sailoraphrodite has little interest in the well-being of the other Shade Senshi, and will try to fight on her own; she does not feel as though she needs their assistance.
Passive abilities.
[/li][li]Pleasure overload.[/color] - Lust comes in many forms, but the one most know about is sexual lust. Aphrodite is an old hand at sexual lust and pleasure, and has no qualms about using it in any situation she sees fit. She can access the pleasure centre of a person and exploit it, make them feel the pleasure she wants them to feel, and make them believe that only she is capable of making them feel that way.[/li][/ul]
[ It Ends Here Tonight ]
[ The Story of the Past ]
A lady never tells her secrets, and Calla (though no 'lady') will not tell hers. She knows from whence she came, but she keeps that information to herself. She has no intention of giving anyone any more information than is utterly necessary.
[ My Soul On the Other Side ]
[ Player Information ]
Player Name: Minxie
Player Age: 26
Contact Information: porcelainteaset/@/gmail/./com ; theminxiekitten (Skype)
[ She's got that juju in her eyes; makes boys and old men come alive-
And she knows the power that she possesses when they start to melt under her caresses... ]
[ Catch Me As I Fall ]
[ The Basics ]
Name Meaning: To delight in all that is beautiful
(Calla from the Greek "Kallos" meaning "beauty"; Charmion from the Ancient Greek "Charmos" meaning "delight")
Nick Name: "Cal"
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual (with a preference for women)
[ Sweet Ruptured Light ]
[ Appearances ]
Hair: Light blonde : Wavy : Just-below-ear length
Face & Eyes: Calla's face is oval and very androgynous. Her eyes are western in shape, and golden in colour. Her skin is "cafe late" in colour.
Body Type: Slim and well-toned. Height of five foot nine inches. Very leggy.
Clothing Style: In a feminine mood, Cal wears mini-skirts and knee-high boots with blouses or t-shirts, or long skirts with slits up the side: anything which will show off her long and shapely legs. In a masculine mood, Calla's wardrobe changes completely into shirts, trousers and jackets. She likes to dress in a masculine style, but she rarely wears the more 'casual' masculine clothing. She prefers to look smart and sharp at all times.
[ Don't Turn Away ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Personality: If there is one thing Calla Charmion could be accused of, it would not be piety and modesty. Cal lives for herself, for pleasure and for personal gain. She wants to be loved, adored, worshipped, and very highly-paid. She is incredibly self-centred, and unless it benefits her thinks of no-one but herself. When it benefits her, Calla is charming and polite, a paragon of kindness and light. She is incredibly charming. Cross her, however, and you see a different side to her. A hot temper and razor-sharp tongue bubble just beneath the charming veneer of Calla's facade, and she has little-to-no hold over either temper or tongue. She has no qualms about insulting someone and degrading them until they're in tears. If things aren't done to her very particular way, or things aren't done as she wants them, she isn't happy. She generally does not get violent with her temper, but she will easily lay into a person with her tongue.
In addition, Calla is incredibly overt. She doesn't care if she makes people uncomfortable; she is very happy with her sexual preferences and everyone else should just put up with it. If they don't like it, they can just go away. She has no interest in other peoples' thoughts and feelings with regards to who and what she is. Calla has just enough ability to take note of other peoples' thoughts and feelings, but that is most often used in order to further her own gain.
There is not a totally hard interior to Calla Charmion. She has her fears, one of which is losing her position as a highly-desired moCal. It is all she knows in this world, and the idea of losing the familiarity really does scare her. She hates to be left at a loss, or having to rely on someone else. She is highly independent, desiring nothing more than to make her own way around the world, gain her goals, by herself. Partly this is because she does not wish to be beholden to anyone (Cal hates owing favours; she collects them), but partly it is because she sees it as a sign of weakness.
Cal does not wish to admit it, and would certainly not ever do so in public, but she hates to feel lonely. She is so used to working by herself, being a "lone wolf", that she has become able to mask the feelings with something else. Nonetheless, she still feels the tug of loneliness late at night, when she is alone in her bed. Not even the Shade Senshi are impervious to emotions, and not even the senshi of lust can hide herself in the feeling forever. When she begins to feel lonely, Cal often seeks solace in something she loves, such as chocolate, or fine wine, or bad romance films. Anything to keep her mind off her own emotions.
Strengths:
- Eye for colour
- Getting her own way
- Flirting
- Versatile
- Photogenic
Weaknesses:
- Money
- Sex
- Mirrors
- Clothing
- Selfish
- Temperamental
Dreams:
- Becoming more successful as a modal
- Getting her throne back from Sailorvenus
Fears:
- Love (and getting her heart broken)
- Getting lost
- Losing her job
[ Candy Clouds of Lullaby ]
[ Present History ]
If something's worth doing, it's worth doing yourself.
Calla Charmion knew from an early age that no-one was going to give her what she wanted; she was going to have to take it. It was not that she had a terrible, abusive or neglectful upbringing, it was simply a fact. Calla grew up in the Ionian Islands of Greece, one of three children in a very normal family. Her childhood was, as she says (when one can get her to discuss her past at all), forgettable. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, there was no great tragedy in their lives. Calla passed through her formative years playing dress-up and dreaming of the day when she would be famous. The family was not close, though cared for one another as was expected. Calla's siblings were older than her, and so she spent most of her time associating with other children in the neighbourhood.
High-school arrived, and with it the sudden onslaught of hormones and fighting for dominance, or perhaps that was just Calla? Whatever it was, she became determined to be the most popular, best-loved pupil of the school. Perhaps unsurprisingly, given her nature, she was successful. She went through her high-school years being the girl the others aspired to be. She had her pick of the popular males (though she discovered that really she was not quite so interested in them), and she was crowned prom queen.
She had no real interest in going on to college; her aspirations still lay in landing a successful modelling career and becoming famous. In the interim, she landed herself a job as a secretary for a large company based in Athens. There was no great argument, no heart-rending familial split; Calla just packed her belongings, bid her siblings and parents farewell, and left.
Life in Athens was not exactly glamorous, though Cal hadn't really expected it to be. She worked long hours for the company, for not-great-pay. She lived in a very tiny apartment above a shop, and could afford few in the way of luxuries. She applied for numerous modelling contracts, but never seemed to get anyway. She refused to despair, and instead continued applying for jobs, and working. Her social life was quiet, simply because she did not have the money to go out. On the occasions that she did, Cal found she could attract quite the crowd no matter how she dressed. She discovered it was a great deal of fun dressing in a purely masculine manner, wearing a smart suit and tie, and that she attracted a great deal of attention from both sexes when she did. Not to say that she didn't attract people when she dressed in skirts and dresses. It was certain that Cal never lacked bed-fellows.
She refused to get attached to anyone, and consequently left a trail of broken hearts behind her. Some people whispered about her cold-hearted, playboy-like tendencies, but Cal really could not care less. She had her dream, and she was determined to follow it. Love - and the inevitable heartbreak - would only slow her down.
At twenty her big break came; she was spotted by a talent-scout whilst out buying her boss' lunch. She had chosen to wear a suit that day, and her sharp androgynous features worked to make her stand out from the crowd, and she was hired on the spot. The scout practically had dollar-signs in her eyes as she sorted out the contract, and Cal could see it quite clearly. She knew that the scout did not care for her more than a paypacket, and she felt the same. Again, her motto was proving itself right.
The talent scout was right, as well; Cal's unusual colouring and ability to switch between looking sexily masculine and smokily feminine made her an instant Grecian hit. One of her earliest photoshoots involved first wearing the traditional chiton and stola of a Grecian lady, then the slightly modified armour of a spartan warrior. The images became iconic around Greece, and Cal knew she was on her way to stardom.
The week her twenty-first birthday, Cal began having unusual dreams. As far as she was aware, prior to her birthday, she had never dreamed of anything - or if she did she never remembered it in the morning. These dreams, though, stayed with her throughout the day. It was only down to her strong work-ethic and determination that they did not interfere with her everyday life. They were all the same; war, bloodshed, death. Her death. But it was her war, too. She was fighting for something, something that was important enough to die for. Cal could genuinely not think of anything she would willingly give her life up for - not even the latest Louis Vuitton shoes.
On the night of her birthday - after a party that finished in the early hours, and a very pleasant three hours spent with an attractive couple - Cal dreamed again. Once more, she was on a battlefield, striving for dominance, leading her warriors against others. She was strong, and she was beautiful, and she was determined to be unbeatable. It was not to be; first her warriors were overwhelmed, then she herself fell to a blade, swearing in her dying breath that she would get her revenge.
Calla awoke with a name on her lips.
Sailorvenus
With that dream, she remembered everything. She remembered who she was, what she was, and what she had lost. Sailorvenus had her throne, the pretender sat where she herself should be, claiming royalty when she deserved none. It was unacceptable. But what could be done now? Had the time to fight, to be victorious, passed on? Cal didn't think so; why would she have been reborn if she was not being handed the chance to fight again by some unknown power?
Calla's life-long dream gained a new edge; she would become world-famous, and then would find Sailorvenus. She remembered the blood-lust of millennia past, and mused upon it briefly, then discarded it. The dead were useless, they did nothing but take up ground-space. The living, however, could be manipulated. They could be dominated. They could be used. Cal would not kill Sailorvenus when she found her; she would break her, keep her, for whatever purpose she felt like. If she was attractive enough, Cal mused, she would keep her as a concubine.
She threw herself back into her modelling with greater fervour than before. She had to hit the big time; she needed more money than just being famous in Greece would allow. She accepted every job offered to her, and tried increasingly hard to curb the sharp tongue she had never before bothered attempting to master. As much as it annoyed her, Cal knew she had to get a reputation as being okay (if not good) to work with. To a degree, she was successful; people seemed to overlook her occasional bouts of temper, as when she was not on a spiteful tirade, she was unbelievably charming and flattering. People could not get enough of her. Part of that, she discovered, was the newly-awakened ability to induce lust and pleasure in those she chose to.
Her determination paid off, and soon Calla's face was seen on posters and in adverts worldwide. She had the success she had always dreamed of, but to her frustration it was only partially rewarding. She had everything she wanted, except Sailorvenus. She did not even know where to start with trying to find the little interloper. She was distracted by her agent booking a location shoot and advertisement work in Japan. Initially, Cal fumed. She had more important things to do than try and become a household name in a place she had never been interested in. Nonetheless, work was work, and she did enjoy it. So she set about making a name for herself there. Partly due to her natural good looks, and partly due to her highly useful ability, Cal got involved with some mafia members, and was soon courting with the higher bosses. No-one seemed willing to cross her, which was good (for them, that is), and it was not long before she was becoming almost as well-known in Japan as she had been in her homeland. She struggled with the language barrier for a while; before the shoot she had only spoken Greek and English, but she picked up the basics after a while.
Her exotic good looks made her a household name to those interested in the fashion industry, and she was party to everything she wanted: fast cars, fine wines, expensive foods. She was seen on television and in billboards all over Japan, and had been approached more than once about releasing an album or a perfume. The only thing Cal cannot have is Sailorvenus. She continues to search, even whilst in Japan, managing to keep her mind on work when she needed to, but it has been getting harder for her to do so. All Calla wishes for is to sort out her 'Sailorvenus problem' and then, she feels, she will be content.
[ Sailoraphrodite ]
[ Don't Close Your Eyes ]
[ The Basics ]
Realm of Power: Lust
Alignment: Herself, though she will assist the other Shades if it will get her what she wants.
Colors: Concord Grape (#660198), Thistle (#D8BFD8), Gold
Symbol: Ancient Grecian symbol for beauty and sexual love, or "Aphrodite".
[ Return to Me Salvation ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Uniform Description:
- Head:
[/li][li]Choker:[/color] A light purple ribbon surrounded by golden lace, from which a deep purple heart-shaped amethyst hangs.
[/li][li]Collar:[/color] Resting on Aphrodite's shoulders is a dark purple sailor collar, trimmed with lighter purple ribbon and edged with gold lace.
[/li][li]Bodice:[/color] Sailoraphrodite's high-leg leotard is in deep purple, trimmed on the hemlines with gold. It is split all the way down the front, and laced with black ribbon. A golden chain holds the uppermost section together.
[/li][li]Skirt: [/color]The two-tier skirt is coloured in dark purple on top, and lighter purple beneath. The dual waistband is in these colours also, as are the long-tailed bows resting at the small of her back. The skirt rests low on her hips, showing off the leotard. The upper layer is trimmed with gold ribbon and golden lace, whereas the bottom layer is trimmed only with golden lace.
[/li][li]Legs:[/color] Sailoraphrodite wears thigh-high stockings in light purple, with a dark purple ribbon and gold lace trim at the top. With these she wears v-top knee-high boots in dark purple, with golden trim.
[/li][li]Gloves: [/color]Light purple, elbow-length, finger-less, trimmed with purple ribbon and golden lace.
[/li][li]Misc.: [/color]Sailoraphrodite wears amethyst heart drop-earrings.[/li][/ul]
Weapon: Kol Kama (Dark Desire) - Two gold-coloured daggers, small enough to be almost obscured by her hands.
Aphrodite Lust Riot!
- Sequence:
[/li][li]Effect:[/color] Whomever is in the path of the power flowing from Aphrodite's hands is treated to a wave of her lust-inducing powers. Depending on the mental strength of the person, it is capable of completely stopping them in their tracks, blinding them. (It is not necessarily sexual lust- she has an attack just for that!) The effects last for roughly two minutes.[/li][/ul]
Come Hither
- Sequence:
[/li][li]Effect:[/color] Whomever was selected to receive this attack is instantly and exceedingly aroused. Once again, depending on the mental strength of the person, it's effect can be either minor or major. In the minor sense, it is a slight irritation. In the major sense, it can become painful (especially in males), and highly distracting. All senses are heightened, and any physical touch will be uncomfortable.
Aphrodite enjoys getting close to the person she has affected with the attack, and will promise release for them. She has not yet managed to persuade foes to fight for her as yet, but it does not stop her trying. The effect of the attack can last up to five minutes, but only if Aphrodite is in close range.[/li][/ul]
Battle Style: Aphrodite is in it for herself; she focuses simply on her personal goals. If she has grown 'fond' of any of the other Shades, she might keep a vague eye on them, but as a whole she is only interested in herself.
Warrior Personality: Sailoraphrodite is very versatile on the battlefield, able to adapt to changing situations with relative ease. She is passionate in her fighting, which can sometimes lead to her being blinded by it. All she wants is to defeat Sailorvenus, and make the senshi her personal slave. Due to her single-minded passion, Sailoraphrodite has little interest in the well-being of the other Shade Senshi, and will try to fight on her own; she does not feel as though she needs their assistance.
Passive abilities.
- Induce lust.
[/li][li]Pleasure overload.[/color] - Lust comes in many forms, but the one most know about is sexual lust. Aphrodite is an old hand at sexual lust and pleasure, and has no qualms about using it in any situation she sees fit. She can access the pleasure centre of a person and exploit it, make them feel the pleasure she wants them to feel, and make them believe that only she is capable of making them feel that way.[/li][/ul]
[ It Ends Here Tonight ]
[ The Story of the Past ]
A lady never tells her secrets, and Calla (though no 'lady') will not tell hers. She knows from whence she came, but she keeps that information to herself. She has no intention of giving anyone any more information than is utterly necessary.
[ My Soul On the Other Side ]
[ Player Information ]
Player Name: Minxie
Player Age: 26
Contact Information: porcelainteaset/@/gmail/./com ; theminxiekitten (Skype)
