Post by Bellamortix Vipera on Jan 19, 2015 9:16:54 GMT -5
[attr="class","boxas"] Bellus Mortus Vipera Personality Broody, moody, sensitive and violent are are words that describe miss Bellamortix. She is not incapable of humor, nor appreciating it, however the definition of what is funny has changed over the years. Now, funny might be more or less terrifying for anyone but her; it seems undeath warrants a certain amount of insanity, especially when you've been slithering about as long as she has. Sometimes she talks to herself, sometimes she reads and sometimes she can be found asleep with some poor corpse tangled in her coils, forgotten after some foot of boredom. Murder has lost its meaning, killing, means so little. What is death if one does not die after it? What is life if the body is not living? Sometimes she ponders philosophy, sometimes she gets lonely, and sometimes she feels like ripping a head off a body just to hear the bones pop. Is she dangerous? Yes. Does she hate humans? Sure! Other undead? Oh yes. Truely she is neither friend nor enemy to anyone, people aren't people anymore, but like small insects or trinkets, dolls that may have sentimental value until she snaps their heads off in a fit. But she does love chess and riddles. Come at her armed with either and you might survive an encounter with this serpent. History Once, she was called Avion Jennevive Fletcher, a young bride early with child, ready to live in spite of the world outside. Then she was infected, lost the baby, lost her husband, lost everything, however unlucky for her, or perhaps lucky indeed, she did not lose her body and soul to the horde. She mutated, now she is changed and is Avion no more. Her body forever rots and sheds its skin with new life beneath and it rots again. Her presents leaks a sickly sweet stench of rotting meat, and catching her on a bad day means quite a terrible sight before all that dead flesh simply falls off. She watched the plagues watched things fall apart and rebuild, drawer the world become this....laughing the entire time. Well perhaps at first she lamented her lost life, but she knows Avion was a human, she died when everyone else did on another world in another time. Now she's something else and has forgotten to mourn who and what she once was. Whatever lies ahead no longer concerns her, unlife is a blur of time and instinct. If meaning should appear again, that's fine as long as she is left alone. | [attr="class","sigh"]alias [attr="class","sigh"]Female [attr="class","sigh"]158 [attr="class","sigh"]Echo [attr="class","sigh"]chaotic neutral [attr="class","sigh"]18ft [attr="class","sigh"]250lbs [attr="class","sigh"]Bisexual [attr="class","sigh"]murderess [attr="class","sigh"]Bellarix [attr="class","fall"]MONSTER GIRL QUEST; Alipheese Faterunner |
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