Post by Duci on May 6, 2010 18:49:00 GMT -8
Name:
Duci
Nickname(s):
Amber Sweet
Age:
23
Date of Birth:
June 29
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Breed:
Fallen Celestial
Abilities:
Mental Shield
Dreamwalk
Loyalty:
Don’t trust her.
Status/Occupation:
Whatever she’s paid to do.
Human Form
She slithers through the shadows like a snake, clad in whatever outfit would suit her needs best. And she’s got it all, every kind of costume you could think of. Some of it she bought. The rest she stole. Tonight she wears next to nothing. Shimmery gold fabric covers up the extreme minimum. It sparkled in the fire light along with all her golden jewelry. Of course, it can’t be real gold. Only a whore would dress like that and whores could not afford real gold.
Duci slinks around the fire, gracefully weaving together an enchanting dance. 132 pounds of slender muscle ripple beneath healthy gold skin. 5’7 inches of beauty is just enough to go around…and around…and around. She’s quite a hit tonight. Then again, they’re all drunk out of their minds. She could have the beauty of a hyena and they would still be likely to fawn.
The fire light crackles and sparks, sending shades of red into her mahogany hair. Only her eyes, two black voids, remain untouched by the enchanting light. It is those eyes that send chills down every man’s spine. They paralyze. They draw you in and trap you in their depths, and you’re falling, falling, falling. In this form, one can glimpse the darkness there. The hatred. If only you were looking for it…
Because her smile catches your attention. Teasing and flirtatious. Maybe that glimpse of darkness was just your imagination. Before your mind can really think about her, her hips are twirling and twisting right before your eyes. There is something highly sensuous about the gypsy dance. You happily remember how drunk you are before your sharp mind tries to ruin your fun, and you sink into a night of heavenly bliss.
True Form
The moon rises, powerful and full. Duci can feel the tug, feel the pull. She lets loose a shout as her shoulder blades burn with a pain muffled by waves of endorphins. Pleasure rolls through her as her wings sprout, thin and weak looking but useful enough. Navy blue feathers fall to the ground as her body tremors with the change. The moon’s caress soothes her into stillness.
Her skin, moon kissed, lightens from gold to fair. Her brown hair grows, tumbling past her shoulder blades where it stopped before, growing down, down, down, all the way to her kneecaps. It, too, has been moon kissed. Once mahogany, now it shines brilliant gold. Even her eyes change, although they are just as black. The dark intentions, the hatred and malice, are completely gone.
She looks…innocent. Sad. Lost. Helpless. Lonely. Sweet. Like a princess in a children’s book. This night Duci has a different character to play. A lovely pink gown adorns her slight figure, less curvy now. Duci no longer looks her age. Instead, she looks about 14. Maybe 15. She walks tall, like a human noble woman, despite the strange looks they give her in the streets. The looks will disappear once she gets to the better side of town anyway.
The know her there. They’re used to her gentle face and light hearted humor. They bought her the dress themselves. They thought it would be fun to play dress up with the little shifter. She makes a good messenger. They don’t know she can read. Humans don’t think about things like that. They see her soft smile and kindness and assume she is too naïve to know they are using her…
E. M. O. T. I. O. N. A. L.
Every time we touch, I get this feeling.
Memories of betrayal go flashing by.
Ordinary love has been slaughtered.
Together we will fall.
I only hope that I catch myself in time for the impact.
Only those who care for themselves will escape unscathed.
Never trust again.
Anyone will hurt you if you let them too close.
Loneliness is my necessary evil.
Q. U. I. C. K.
Quietly, I observe the world around me.
Underneath this sweet façade lies a sharp mind.
I am never taken off guard by mere words.
Calculating and cunning, I do not fear your tricks.
Knives are nothing compared to the sharpness of my mind.
P. R. I. V. A. T. E.
Personal matters are yours to divulge and mine to keep.
Remember; secrets told today are common knowledge tomorrow.
I don’t need anyone sticking their nose in my dirty laundry.
Vilify me all you want, you have no proof without my confession.
And I do not intend to give it.
Talking freely only gets you into trouble.
Everything has a price.
L. U. S. T. F. U. L.
Love has nothing to do with it.
Unusual as it may be, I’m actually in it for the physical sensation.
Such sweet seduction…
Tempting and delicious.
Forgive me if I seem too bold.
Unless…you like what you see?
Leave your body to me…
Dear Diary
I don’t remember my past. Not really. I remember laughing. I remember loving. I remember dancing in the sunlight. And that’s where it ends. I have a vague sense of having parents, but I don’t know if that comes from somewhere real or if my mind is making memories out of obvious information. My first memory surfaces at 14 years old. I was a slave by then, owned by a human.
He liked to use me. Especially when I was shifted. He told me my parents sold me. I have no idea if he was lying. Sometimes I believed him. Sometimes I didn’t. It depended on whether I was feeling hopeless or defiant. To this day I still have no idea. I don’t really want to talk about what it was like being his slave. Suffice it to say that I survived long enough to kill him with his own sword.
Cocky bastard. I ran to the desert. Almost died, too. I got myself rescued by offering…favors. That was my main way of getting by for a long time. Eventually, I traded so many favors that I had a map of Litharia, I knew how to read and pick pockets, and I could count figures. Some of the criminals took pity on me and showed me their ropes. Others didn’t mind trading.
I cut myself a sweet deal. I can take care of myself now. I’m the best kind of criminal...The kind that gets paid. I always get the job done. When I don’t, I split. Lay low for a while. People always say you can’t live with a foot in two worlds. I’ve learned the exact opposite. Having a foot in two worlds makes it easier to hide. When one spits me out, I just switch characters and head to the next one.
Roleplay Sample
Little wretch! Duci stopped in her tracks, her temper sizzling. Slowly, she turned to face her would-be stalker. Her black eyes burned into him, but her shield was up. He would read no emotion from her that night. Duci looked sweet as can be in her pink gown with the little pink bow. Her innocence was astounding. All he would see was his mommy’s celestial servant patiently smiling down upon him while he held on of her feathers in his pudgy little hand.
That was hers, damnit! Did he not understand that it hurt when you plucked those out? She’d like to grab a fistful of his honey blonde hair and drag him around a bit…But no. She was smiling instead. Why did he have to go with her to deliver the stupid message anyway? She knew the answer to that one. The woman didn’t trust her yet. Pudgy was here to make sure she didn’t read the stupid thing.
Too bad she already had. Pudgy Boy was too short and slow to notice. “Sir Johnathon?” The boy straightened when she addressed him formally. He liked to think he was old enough to be addressed that way. “If you wanted a feather, you could have simply asked. I would have gladly offered one.” Ugh. She hated sucking up to this brat. But she needed him to think her simple.
This was going to be a long night.