Let it Flow
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Persephone
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It would hardly make sense for her to try to remember the beginning. Where she had come from, and what she had done as a small girl; She knew, and remembered what was important. These days, the only thing that seemed important to her was her court. The game. Often it was referred to as The Masquerade; where civilizations rose and fell, and groups waged war in a galaxy gripped in turmoil. Her kind were always seemingly just out of the way. Always on the sidelines, feeding on it all. Feeding on the death. As far as she knew, Persephone had been royalty all of her life. A Princess of the night.
She does remember a time when she was desperate to spill blood, and prove herself in battle and conquest.. Though, it seems so long ago... She couldn't even tell how long. She just remembers. These days, she simply sits, and orders; and observes. There is a saying within the Sangnir court, that basically suggests if she moves from her throne to do anything but rest; someone will probably not like it.
Over a few thousand years, she had done much. Many memories flooded her, but her emotions; they were gone... DeadThat was the only way to describe it. She had no love, or pain anymore. Only an entity that lived to make choices that ensured the survival of her kind, and herself. To maintain the shroud of normalcy that kept their people afloat, and alive. While most chose to hide away, and rot in the shadows, Persephone chose a different path. She became a criminal. A crime lord...Something that was made all too easy with a small army of low-bloods at her beck and call. In the end Coruscant would become her play pen. Many would try to lay claim, and many had fallen. Her organization has no name yet, but they are known by the dregs of Coruscant society; and for the most part, completely avoided.
She could care less about anyone however. Including her own people. She's a paranoid schizophrenic; and will go from completely docile, to murderous slaughter at even the slightest perceived threats, or insults. She isn't one to trifle with... That was what she remembered of her life... That was what she would continue. She was the only thing that mattered.
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An ethereal figure. A being that doesn't truly seem human, but also the perfect iteration of humanity all the same. To the weak minded, she is the most beautiful person they have ever seen; every single time they see them. Though, that easily the Sangnir can project themselves as ones worst nightmare. White whispy strands of white hair, that float like spiderwebs on the wind, and ice-blue eyes that seem to pierce ones soul;
She is partial to dresses, and heels; anything that visually distinguishes her from the dregs of society. She is one for the lavish, though she always seems to be bored with the things going on around her. Only finding momentary joy in the sparse meetings she does have. And those that pique her interest. She has loved, and lost though; and getting on her good side is a challenge all its own. -
Strengths and Weaknesses
+Killer -There's no easy way to put it. Persephone is a killer. Spending hundreds of years killing with all manner of weapon for challenge, or sport. She has killed literally thousands of people; in some cases sucking the life from their very veins. It is better to barter with her, or find some equal exchange, that to expect mercy...
+Well Connected -With a long life, and immortal fingers plunged into the very lifeblood of Coruscant, this woman can find it for you, or get it for you. And if you cross her, there's no two ways about it; she'll find you, and she'll make sure you know exactly who it is that is responsible for your family going out an airlock one by one
+Supernatural - While a Sangnir can use the power of Anima to call upon supernatural abilities, she is also insanely strong for such a lithe woman. Able to quite literally slap a mans head off of his body with the back of her hand; that's without using the Force, or drawing from her Maw
+Force Weaver - Not exactly Sith Alchemy, Pesephone can twist the Force into the creation of night creatures. Savage reanimated monstrosities that will rend, tear, despoil, and defile on command.
-Paranoid Schizophrenia - She is generally untrusted by those that do know her, even within her people; as she has killed her own for slight inconveniences. She is an extremely paranoid individual, that always assumes the worst in others unless otherwise proved. Even then, she will constantly have an antenna up for potential enemies.
-Fire -Not only can fire severely hinder her ability to heal, she is also quite literally afraid of it. In a weaponized form, she will almost always flee, rather than engage a fire-wielding opponent.
-Bored -While she stays out of 'trouble' she will also waltz into trouble on purpose, just for a rise. Sticking her nose where it doesn't belong, just to see who would challenge her doing so
-Lethargic - After living so long, even with her immense strength; it takes a lot for someone to convince her a problem, any problem... Even say, a Bryn'Adul problem, is actually HER problem. As far as she is concerned, anything that doesn't directly involve her has nothing to do with her.
~I give you my word... - Just what it sounds like... She won't lie to you, although many do not trust her. If she says what the price is, that's what you'll get. If she says she won't do something, then she wont... And if she says she'll boil you children alive, and make you eat them to the bone... Well.. -
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