Post by Felanix Hilsat on Nov 18, 2010 19:26:02 GMT -5
Felanix Beatrix Hilsat IX
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Characters Personal Information
Name: Felanix Beatrix Hilsat the Ninth
Gender: Female
Age: 26
True Age: 3,499
Hair Color: Platinum-white
Eye Color: Icy Blue
Skin Tone: French Creme
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 138 lbs.
Sexual Orientation: None / Straight
Talent: Winter's Blessing
What Does It Do?: Felanix has the distinct ability to control and create ice. Simply using the ability makes the air near her (no further than ten feet in any direction) drop dramatically and allows her to continue her talent even in warmer climates. She constantly manifests her power around her to keep her body at a temperature she deems comfortable.
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What Are They Like?
Likes:
*~* Cold *~*
*~* Solitude *~*
*~* Books *~*
*~* Kindness *~*
*~* Humans *~*
*~* Winter *~*
*~* Eloquent Music*~*
*~* Dominance *~*
Dislikes:
(| Warmth |)
(| Physical Contact |)
(| Pressure |)
(| Blood |)
(| Violence |)
(| Summer |)
(| Dominance |)
Turn Ons:
~ Innocence ~
~ Kindness ~
~ Chivalry ~
~ Attractive ~
Turn Offs:
{Blood}
{Violence}
{Rudeness}
{Cocky}
Nervous Habits:
Talent flares
Pulling her hood up
Playing with her sleeves
Fears:
Fire
Large people
Weapons/Instruments of pain
Claustrophobia
Appearance:
Let it be noted that Felanix is always dressed the same, save for events that are equal in magnitude of meeting a deity. Her average day attire is only comparable to a ballroom dress. Lined with the purest of white fur, it sweeps around her feet when she moves, the mother-of-pearls clacking ever so lightly. The sleeves cover the entirety of her arms, sparing only her delicate digits. Underneath the dress she wears a pair of tall, strong boots. The color scheme matches her dress, of a dark and light blue, with the contrasts of black and white. All over her dress is marked with the moon, a crescent version across her chest and many full moons.
Over her dress she wears a very heavy cloak, matching her dress flawlessly. The clasp is hidden under a metal plate with an intricate design. The robe is line with the same white fur, both on the inside and the hem. The hood is larger than needed for a head her size, but loves it nonetheless. Her long hair usually is kept simple and straight with only two large strands framing her pale face. Her icy blue eyes stand out in comparison to the eyeliner that is always present on her face, even after a nice cold shower. Odd? Not if one knew that it was actually a tattoo.
Personality:
Felanix is far from sociable. Her walk is cautious and silent and her eyes always cast downwards, even in a conversation. If someone wanted to get a word with this cold woman they would need to almost jump in her path to get her to pause long enough to hear them out. Felanix is shy and easily blushes when in conversation, and that's saying something for a being whose cheeks do not redden from a chilly breeze.
If one does manage to catch this woman they are likely to hear the phrases 'sir', 'madam', or 'master' often, regardless of whether the being is a human or boogie. If the chat leans more into the favor of the other individual, it is likely that she will be much more willing to oblige with them, as even small amounts of power will sway her soft will. Though if someones persists and tries to persuade her to a task she is wholeheartedly against they may find their legs frozen to the floor for the next hour or so. Her face usually stays calm and emotionless, yet a deep sadness lurks beneath her glittering orbs, even if she does not return the gaze.
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How Their Life Is / Was
[/color]Father: Grimwald Hilsat
Mother: Rasline Hilsat VIII
Sibling/s: N/A
Familiar: None
History:
Long ago, when humans were a scare resource and the ancient boogies held powers unknown to the Wonderland of today, a family was forced into servitude of another. The whole affair and how it was done is still a secret, only that overnight the Hilsats had begun serving a ruthless family known as the Belfentes. The father, Tyro, was known to be a shrewd man with little care for anything but his material possessions, his strikingly beautiful wife, Miseria, and his daughter, Lilliana, in that order. The Hilsats, only four strong at that point in history, would say nothing of it to any living creature, not even the family friends of the Welthist clan. The Belfentes and Welthist were known to hate on another with a passion inbred from birth, over a dispute that even the current members could no longer remember.
A man from the Welthist family, Afur, was suspicious of the sudden change the moment he heard the news. Outraged that the cursed Belfentes would go so low as to attack a close friend, he went to speak with Tyro. The conversation almost immediately turned into a contest of threats and intimidation. Both were hauled out of the room by boogies from the respective houses to keep the matter from becoming any worse. The attempts to contract the Belfente's out of their sudden ownership of the Hilsats was made time and time again, even on to the next few generations with no luck. The Welthist vowed never to give up as long as a breath was in their bodies.
The Welthist family soon started disappearing slowly, until only the elderly Afur was left. A final meeting was called between him and Tyro. Both were aged and near death, even by boogies standards. The Belfente family had flourished and grown over the years, ensuring the continued servitude of the Hilsat family for generations to come. "Why did you do this, Tyro?" Afur had roared, his frail body unable to manage more than a light thump on the arm of the chair as he brought his bony fist down. A sickly sweet smile spread across Tyro's face, causing more wrinkles to appear. "My Afur, it is because I wanted to see your face, on this day, when I told you that the scum that you've been fighting for will never leave the bonds I have put them in!"
At that exact moment, a boogie from what was assumed to be none of the three families burst through the room, screaming as they threw a javelin through the air and into the back of Afur's chair, pinning him where he sat. The express on his face was of shock and grief as the life slowly slipped out of him. The faithful boogies that had accompanied the wither, dying man leapt into action to take the poor assassin down. They wrestled with the being for only a moment before the mask flew off his slender head. It was the father of the Hilsat family, tears streaming down his face as he screamed apologies to his dearest friend. "He said he would release us!" He cried, trying to fight the guards away so he could make it to his friend. The words fell on deaf ears. Afur was already dead.
The man was killed then and there and left with Afur, along with those that had gone for Afur's protection. The room was burned and their remains were charred and unknown to the world inside the palace. Who else would remember the poor Hilsat family? No one. They remained where they were. Under the hard foot of the Belfente's rule. The treatment of the family was worse than humans, even to this day. The Hilsats were forced to listen to humans for orders, as only a select few were chosen to work directly under a Belfente. Time wore on and the abuse continued, men to the mindless labor not even the humans wanted and the constant lust after the attractive women of the family.
When Felanix was born it was both a joyous and mournful day. Her parents were thrilled to have her, but saddened to bring their beautiful daughter into the enslavement of the cruel family of the Belfente. She was left in the care of a human for the early years, but as soon as she was mentally and psychically capable, she was put to work. The most regrettable part of her past was the constant abuse she received from the Belfente, almost entirely because she is far more beautiful than any woman in their own family. The men gave her much attention, in many ways which Felanix wished had never happened. This is mostly why she is allowed to wear such beautiful clothing, and why she chose for it to not be revealing. It is also a cause to her torn attitude between men. She desires the love and compassion of a companion of the opposite sex, yet knows nothing besides the forced love that the Belfente's push on her.
Another use she provides to her captors is the occasional business with another family the Belfente's did not care for. With her ability unknown to most and her existence even less known she is the perfect assassin. An unfortunate boogie would open his or her room, only to find a tall, beautiful woman looking sadly at her victim. If they were found in time, they would be seen encased in a large block of ice, a look of terror frozen on their face. Those that found them afterward would find corpse in a large puddle. The Belfente's enjoyed their secret weapon, her success rate being very high. This tactic has only been used a handful of times, but Felanix remembers each face as she saw the poor souls fear take over their facial features.
Her name is no oddity in her situation. The family branched out from the beginning and the men and women would be referred to by numbers more commonly than their actually name. It was a whole new way of coming down on the Hilsats. To both the humans and Belfente's she is known simply as 'Nine' or 'the Ninth'. Her life persists in the indentured servitude of the Belfente's to this day, which brings about another important aspect of Felanix: She both loathes and hates being controlled. She hates it for what she has seen it as: an oppressive force to keep her and her loved ones stuck within a structure they cannot hope to get out on their own. On the other hand, she knows no life outside of that structure, giving her a yearning to be controlled by those around her, else she feels as if the world is wrong and crumbling around her.
Roleplaying Sample:
The stone floor of the palace accepted each silent step of her boot passively, allowing the flowing dress to tickle it's face once again as Felanix tread over it. She passed down the hallway slowly, making sure she made no eye contact and went out of her way to pass boogies and humans alike as far away as possible. It was just another day of being... well, being. Happiness was hard to come by in her life. Even the simple joy of hugging her mother or kissing her father was taken away. Rarely did she see them, and even rarer that she would get to interact with them. This thought gave her a glazed look over her eyes as she continued on, the original sadness only seeming to grow.
She stopped at a large, wooden door in the North Wing before she came back to her senses. The sadness was then replaced with angst and fear. She was called for again... This time by Durke Belfente... The boogie was so fat and greasy that... The thought only made her gag, a gloved hand reached to cover her mouth from remembering her last encounter with him. Tears welled up in her tightly shut eyes as she prayed to whatever higher being was listening that it would strike this boogie down before his grubby hands touched her...
With no clap of thunder after she opened her eyes, she knocked on the door. A gruff voice sounded from within the room barked permission to enter. Turning the brass knob, she opened the door slightly, only to see that the half-ton boogie was already half naked. his toothy smile spread as he saw his toy look in the room. "Come to me, Nine..." He whispered, a long finger beckoning her into the room. Eyes glazed and down cast, she entered the room and closed it behind her. "As you wish, Master..." Felanix said softly before the tumblers of the lock fell into place.
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