Post by Ethelred Jett on Aug 7, 2010 13:43:07 GMT -8
Name: Ethelred Jett
Nickname(s): Jett, Eth, Red, or Ethel
Age: 16
Date of Birth: October 29
Sexuality: Bisexual
Blood: Icarus Vampire x Philosophic Golem
Abilities: Chill Talk
Loyalty: Daemon Lord and to no one at all at the same time
Status/Occupation: Slave Driver
Appearance: Very pale skin that is as white as marble. Since she is a golem and a vampire it’s hard to tell how she turned out the way she is and what parts of her are which type. She has dull blue eyes that rarely show any hint of emotion other than sadness. Above her eyes her brows are thin and delicate. Her nose is petite and her mouth forms a thin line. Her white hair is soft and thin, though it can be seen as sparkly and silver. Her wings don’t look feathery at all. They jut out from her back at weird angles. The main color for the left wing is black and white like her armor she constantly wears. Her right wing on the other hand is completely black. The wings look tattered and torn apart, with strange markings and lines. There are so many rip looking marks that it’s hard to believe she can fly at all. They form at weird angles and have a couple strange spikes on them.
She wears armor that is black and white like her wings. They make weird patterns like her wings too. In reality she had it designed after her wings. The armor looks strange and tattered. Random spikes and designs all over the place. The chest plate shows that she is a female and in no way male. The helm is the oddest work of all it latches to her head above her ears and has a couple layers that are connected together where it latches to her head with a huge button. It looks feathered and light but is heavy and thick. Many spiked, swirly, horn type things come out the back. She has a delicate frame underneath all the armor she wears, though she isn’t delicate since she can carry the armor without much thought to it. She stands at about 5’4” which is below average for both sides of her blood.
Personality: Much to everyone’s chagrin Ethelred is not a very nice person. Wearing that armor makes her scary looking which reflects more of her twisted personality. Although she is a daemon and doesn’t really show emotions it’s easy to tell that she isn’t sane when she speaks. Her chilled voice is enough to freeze you in place so she can come up to you and steal from your soul, though she usually doesn’t do this unless she needs energy. It’s also why she has many slaves. Not with her all the time but she still has plenty. Many are those who had fallen into her traps or games and are stuck with her until they die. Many try to kill themselves but she makes sure they stick around.
Her views on this world don’t appear much. She just pretends she doesn’t care what is going to happen. But she dislikes shifters for strange reasons. Finding them to be boring company and disappointing, mostly it’s only because she can’t trick them into becoming her slaves. Unfortunately it’s because they are witty.
Ethelred is a strange person. Sometimes she’ll enjoy your company and the next she wants to bite your head off. It’s hard to tell which it is going to be and at what moment. She can be sweet and innocent talking before talking about killing someone or feeding off of others. It is entertaining in the least.
Some wonder why she always wearing armor. Ethelred has grown attached to that armor that her dad had made for her when she was still a kid. Once she was old enough to take care of herself her disappeared, but left all his possessions in her care. This includes the house, which isn’t house like. The house is more of a castle or mansion. It has enough rooms for all the slaves she collects. They stay there when she goes off in travel. She doesn’t stay at the house often. In truth she is found traveling around more often than not. She only goes back when she needs to feed.
Since she cannot feel pain she doesn’t know what is supposed to hurt or not. So when dealing with her slaves she does plenty of harm to them without realizing it. It also gives her strange feelings because she looks at her own blood in confusion. Whenever there is someone who is screaming in pain she kicks them and tells them pain is only an unneeded emotion. Either that or she cackles at them and punches them telling them they are wimps for being able to feel pain.
History: Ethelred is a child of an icarus vampire, her mother, and of a philosophic golem, her dad. Her dad was the only one she really knew as she grew up. Her mother was often out seeing as they had only met up a couple times. Her father took plenty good care of her. Teaching her everything she needed to know for survival. They would go on small journeys to learn about the world and nature. She only visited Dream Land a few times but she loves it plenty more than this place. Her father brought her home once she turned eleven and told her she was old enough and he wanted to find her mother. Though she has never seen him since and very much believes he is a fool and is dead.
There isn’t much history to her. She spent much of the time once her father left tricking people into becoming her slaves. She isn’t old enough to have much else to say about her.
Roleplay Sample: Even though the sun was high the moon was about to rise. The day was still long ahead. Unfortunately Ethelred was bound to her house for the day. Her slaves were running around doing things to make her pleased. Having her home was a rare occasion nowadays. In truth she was rarely around at all unless she needed to feed. That was the current case. Eth propped her elbows up on the windowsill and rested her head on her hands. Her pale blue eyes stared blankly out at the landscape. There wasn’t anything she liked better than to travel around, and enslave more stupid creatures. She had brought home about five more today and she was soon to have visitors that wished to buy a few slaves. It was natural that she had visitors. They would stop by to examine slaves. Many times she could sell a couple. It was her hobby more than anything else. She earned plenty from it and had a little fun with them.
Slamming her foot into the ground she peeled herself from the window. She would have to prepare for her guests. “Slaves number 57 and 98!” She yelled loud enough to spook the ones she had in her room already. Within seconds the two scrambled into the room in unison. She looked them over cruelly before nodding. “You’d be better off coming quicker next time or I’ll have to feed from you.” She had this crazy thing where she would punish the slaves if they were even a second late. “I need you two to clean up my room before my guests arrive.” She snapped her fingers together and they leapt into action as she left the room.
Eth sighed deeply and glared at the wall outside her room. “There is so much to do in so little time.” She closed her eyes and stood there for a second. Opening them she started down the hall, adjusting her armor a tad. “No time for relaxation.” Slaves all around her skidded to a stop to move out of her way. If they so much as dared mess with her they knew the consequences. So the day was just beginning but the end was closer than it seemed. Eth hated these days more than anything.
Note- Everything seems to hate me so nothing is working right. No image for you.
