Post by Trixie on Jan 17, 2015 18:52:30 GMT -5
-- IN CHARACTER --
Name: Trixie.
Age: Ageless.
Group: Demon.
Appearance: Trixie stands at 5ft 6 inches - a usual height for Human females. She is inside a vessel whom has pale skin, very dark, black hair that is naturally curly and the vessel is tall and slinky-looking (especially when wearing jumpers and other baggy clothes). Her vessel's eyes are dark, chocolatey brown - and when she wants to, they turn bright red - showing that she is in fact, a Crossroad Demon.
Personality: Trixie is an intensely sadistic Crossroad Demon with brutal, violent tendencies. She is highly intelligent, but she can be easily distracted, and she has a fierce and dangerous temper. Trixie is extremely narcissistic and imperiously arrogant. She is a natural leader and has taken charge in tricky situations. Another mark of her decisiveness and ruthlessness, Trixie doesn't take unnecessary prisoners, preferring to kill them instead; and whenever someone cheats their way out a deal, she will make sure it is her mission to hunt them down and kill them personally - not bothering to bring her Hellhound (Daz) out to play.
Trixie does have a loyal, passionate side to her - but rarely shows it. Her weakness is children of any kind. She has always been intrigued by children and whenever a child is in trouble, she will help them... but she changes her deal details to suit that the children won't be taken to Hell. Even she believes that children should live until the age of 18, and whenever they pass that age and want to strike a deal, she will make sure to keep her normal deal details of 10 years or less (depending on the deal itself).
History: Trixie was a Crossroad Demon created to be under Crowley's - the King of Hell's - rule. She obeyed his rules (only tweaking them a few times) and she would make deals with Humans to help collect souls to place into Hell. Trixie started off with the least desperate of Humans, knowing that if she got the hardest of people to crack into signing their soul away, she'd easily get the most desperate of the measly mortals. She cracked many people into giving their souls into Hell, her abilities of manipulation and intelligence helped with her achievements.
Trixie now wanders around on Earth, picking up any desperate mortals and she grants them their wish (at a price, of course) and she sets her Hellhound, Daz, on them, when their deal has expired or she was being cheated on by the deal maker. Sure, she may have orders to keep away from harming the Winchesters... but that didn't mean she couldn't leave a bloody trail behind her as she traveled around the world aimlessly - casually popping into Hell for a visit or two.
Strengths: Intelligent; Cunning & Manipulative.
Weaknesses: Children; Holy Water & Devil's Trap.
Likes: Killing things; Breaking bones; Overpowering people; Being badass.
Dislikes: Being cheated out of a deal; Rainbows; Giddy people & Being out-sassed.-- OUT OF CHARACTER --
Name/Alias: Nemo.
How you found us: Already a member.
How long you have been rping for: 3 years.
Other characters here: Teddy Wilson & Amora.
Anything else: N/A.
RP Sample: Another desperate soul to bring to Hell. But this one was not just any kind of soul... it was a child's soul. 'Why must I be the one to talk to this fair child?' Trixie thought with a heavy sigh as she walked slowly over to the crying child, who was roughly ten years old. Trixie sat next to him on the park bench, as he weeped and cried about his mother. Sure, Trixie was a Demon and emotions and feelings were a weakness, but children crying and being upset were her biggest weakness.
"What is wrong, darling?" She asked gently, placing a comforting hand on the child's shoulder. He looked up slowly at her, wiping his eyes. "My mother is sick... All I want is for her to feel better." He stated with shaky breaths as he tried his best not to breakdown into a sea of sobs once again. Trixie made a 'tch' sound with her tongue before she looked back to the crying boy. "I can help her. I am magical you see. And if you give me a kiss on the lips, I can give your mother her health back. Do we have a deal?" She asked as she lent down a little to be eye level with the sobbing ten year old.
"We have a d-deal."