Oona, Queen of the Fay

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1400

Adjuchas

N/A

1'4''

10 lbs

Oona is in a word... Dazzling. From her long silky white hair that falls in great rivulets from her mask, to her long slender arms. Everything about this female hallow is beauty, but whats more it looks as if she is carved from alabaster so pure of white is everything she is and wears. In fact the only actual contrast can be found upon her mask, which is a stylized human face flanked by butterflies wings.

In fact, those same wings appear on her back, and though they too are mostly white dark blues and pinks can be seen in the almost translucent membrane. Now as you move down you see her body began to widen like she is wearing a dress... Only thing is, she isn't. In fact this "dress" is nothing more then another part of her body, and while once she may have had legs... Now they are nothing more then part of her lower half.

Also of note is that she seems to lack eyes. In their place are what looks like two jewels, one blue the other green looking out from behind her mask.

Sweet things, Bread, Honey, Pizza, Flowers, Spending a summers night dancing under the stars, Puzzles, Words games.

Liers, Cheats, sour things, being lonely, people who will not play, swearing.

Can not tell a lie. At all. Ever. Period., Very childlike, Extremely temperamental, Spiteful, Easily offended.

Friendly, Playful, Generous, Thoughtful of others

While Oona is extreamly child like, she still an old soul. And while this may not be apparent, she still has a childs wonder for new and interesting things.

Oona possess no true weapons to speak of, though her wings are both hard and sharp enough to cause harm should she decide to use them as such.

type: Kido

ability: The manipulation of Spirit energy charged dust

techniques:

For: Hollow Power
Name: Fairy Dust
Type: Supportive/Offensive
Cooldown: Active for up to 3 posts before a two post cool down.
Cost: Low
Range: Personal
Description: When threatened every flap of Oona's wings releases clouds of what looks like golden dust. This dust floats on the air, but when ever it happens to touch someone or something substantial it ignites and shortly there after explodes with the power of a bala. This of course would not be all that threatening, but its the fact that ever flap of her wings can cause this dust to be expelled ... Down side being, she can not control where it go's or where it lands. Falls/floats with in four feet of where ever she happens to fly.

For: Hollow Power
Name: Ever Changing Arcadia
Type: Supportive
Cooldown: 10 posts
Cost: Medium to High
Range: Self
Description: Oona can change her self to look like other individuals or objects. Doing so makes her seem like said person or object and while even the feel of their spiritual pressure is the same she can not mimic the knowledge of any individual nor can she copy any powers they may or may not have. As for objects... Well she appears as said object, but for the most part she can not mimic an objects functions unless she would normally be able to do so. She can also only mimic things larger then her or the same size. To do this she covers her self in what ever amount of dust she needs to make up for the missing mass and then shapes it using her own spirit energy into what ever shape happens to be needed at the time. Of course this is easier done when she mimics actual individuals then when she mimics inanimate objects.

For: Hollow Power
Name: Glamour
Type: Supportive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: medium
Range: Self- 100 meters
Description: With hardly a thought Oona can create up to 10 perfect illusions of her self, these illusions act according to her will and can copy any and every action she her self can preform from firing cero to creating her dust. The only thing is, these copies lack any substance and while they can mimic the firing of cero and any of her other abilities they contain no actual power and cause no actual harm. These "illusions" are actually made up of her dust and shaped with her spirit energy making them seem like her perfect doubles. Unless dispelled(I.E. Swatted out of the air like the nothing they are) these last for up too 3 posts.

For: Hollow Power
Name: Fairy Veil
Type: Supportive/Deffensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: medium
Range: Personal
Description: With a falp of her wings Oona can send out a torrent of dust into the path of an incoming attack. This dust, like that normally generated, is charged with soul energy. But unlike her standard dust it does not explode. Instead it acts as a barrier that can block said attack, or at least slow it down if said attack is from a character with a higher Hak(If the attack being blocked is physical in nature) or Sei(If the attack is spiritual in nature) stat then she has Rei. n.

Living was a dull affair. Well up until Oona's thirteenth birthday that is. It was on that day that she was welcomed into her village as a woman, and it was on that day that she began to truly live. For the next year she wanted for nothing, no matter how outlandish or questionable she received what ever her tiny greedy heart wanted and her family was more then happy to give into her demands. this continued then, for a year and a day. During this time she was treated as a goddess on earth, and while some suffered so that she could live in decadence the village as a whole was happy to bare that weight. Because in the end they would reap rewards such as they had never seen... Or so their legends said.

The day after her fourteenth birthday, after a celebration the likes of which they had never before seen they came for her. The village elders dressed in the robs of their station and a man she had never before seen. A man both scarred and blind, yet he seemed to walk with out the aid of others. Off into the night they dragged her and while she both kicked and screamed none payed her any mind aside to say that she should be honored. Some time later, Oona was never sure how far they went, they placed her on a table that seemed to be carved of stone. It was then that she saw the knife. It was then that the screams died in her ragged throat. And as she watched wide eyed they plunged that stone knife into young chest and as they life drained from her, she watched in her last moments of life as they raised her still beating heart above her head.

After that everything just fades to black. Oona has no knowledge as to what happened for the next few centuries for reasons unknown to her, or it may simply be because she does not want to remember what she went through. Regardless her next conscious thought was one filled with hunger... But whats more she was filled with a profound sense of loneliness. The fairy knew that she was missing someone... Or something. This knowledge or lack their off filled her mind, and it is what eventually drove her to explore the land she found her self in. All along the way she attempted to befriend those things that made that hellish place their home, and time and time again she was rebuffed and attacked and in the end devoured by her.

It was in this way that she spent the next few hundred years, searching for and never truly finding companionship, and in a way this has caused her more harm then even a Shinigamis blade. Still, the young at heart hollow seeks the kinship she so desperately craves... Will she find it? No one can truly say.

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Legion made their way towards the center of Inferis and while some of their brethren rejoiced in the pomp and ceremony that surrounded their role... Legion did not. So they made their way forward, every step slow and unhurried as they knew they would arrive exactly on time and not a second early nor late. This was due not to some miracle of planning oh no. They had after all just found the invitation but an hour before hand in the piles of papers that littered their inner most sanctum. No they where on time for no other reason then that they where Legion and that they where everywhere or anywhere at any given time. That was their nature, that was their purpose and in the end it was who they were. They glanced up at the larger then life building and shook their collective head. Always when they viewed it they had to wonder if the Devil, the great Lucifer, had a tiny dick. After all, pride was the trade mark sin of those with smaller then average penises... And Lucifer was the prince of pride. They would have asked ether Mammon or Asmodeus but the two were blinded by their "love" for the Light Bringer that they would have lied to cover up any sort of bed room deficiencies, either that or they wouldn't have noticed. They found it rather pathetic.

Opening the doors to the tower, Legion walked in seemingly alone. But Legion was never alone, with them came unseen guardians, hundreds of them moving about them. They strode forward then, their patent leather shoes clacking on the cold stone cobbles of the floor. They appeared in their most common mortal form, that of the man known in the living world as Damion legio. And though there he appeared as an oddity, what with his almost blue skin, red tinted eyes and lightly pointed ears, in Inferis they where the picture of normalcy. Almost too normal in fact with his plain black business suit and though it was cut to fit and seemed to be made with the most luxurious of mortal materials... It was rather plain. Though their ears were studded with various gemed earrings they felt as if they would be the most plainly dressed there... Aside from the giant and simple Moloch. Their eyes slid up and read over the banner. "Happy Stewardship? Ah this makes sense."

Trix and Trax stood at their desk and while they ignored the two demonic secretaries witless banter they did give the two a nod and a simple and oddly friendly smile before walking through the sliding doors and into the elevator proper. Now this was one of the renovations that Legion approved of, after all climbing up 666 sets of stairs was something that no sane man or demon would want to go through. Music played, an odd techno beat that was new to their ears, yet oddly reminiscent of a song they had not heard for eons... It was rather enjoyable.

Off they flew, floor after floor passed by the second and all too soon the music ended and they stepped from the elevator and into the throne room of the Devil him self. In front of his was a pedestal, and on top of this pedestal where what looked like name tags and as they walked by arms grew from his back and quickly and surely removed theirs from the batch that remained.

Legions clear red eyes then took in the room as a whole and saw much to their disgust that they had not been the first to arrive. Sitting to Lucifer's left was Asmodeus the queen of lust. But Legion did not see the creatures beauty. They had known her since before the advent of time and they knew that what stood before them was but a shadow of what had come before. Now all she was, was a boot licking reflection of the angel of love. Moloch sat across from her, and he was already living up to his name as he devoured the food sat before him. Ba'al came next in his to human guise. The creature thought himself close to the living world and its people, but Legion knew the truth. He was afraid of his own nature even after all this time, and he rejected it as he had rejected the fact that he was a demon. The self deception was disgusting in their eyes. Farther down the table Sat the Count. Ruler of the blood sucking fiends known as the Nosferatu and leader of their small nation. He would have been surprised, but they had already known that this male would be there. The eyes and ears of Legion where everywhere.

Without making a sound they made their way slowly towards their seat, and as they moved they nodded to each of their gathered brothers and sisters and then sat eyes locking on the [bold]INFORMATION EXPUNGED[/bold] in front of them, another smile coming to their cool feature. Yes that would do them nicely. "We are glad to see that we are not the last to arrive." With a nod they reached out and took a plain clear glass from the table and took a long draft of the cool and sweet nectar he found with in. "We had hoped to be the first to arrive. It seems we where wrong to leave so late." With a shake of their head the glass was set gently on top of the table. "Though we doubt very much that we could have made it here much sooner. Our Libarians, while talented in their way, lack certain attributes that make them worthy of carrying messages."

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HAN: 9
REI: 16
HAK: 10
SEI: 16
BUK: 9
HOH: 16
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 76

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