Emilie_

Occupation: Priestess of Nyarlathothep

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 105 lbs

Current Mood : Distracted


"How could I turn my back on the beauty of this world? How did I allow Him to twist me so?"






*DISCLAIMER : feel free to whisper to me about anything. I like talking and may not always be in the mood for Rps. Check my status to see how I'm feeling~ *

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BACKGROUND: Emilie is a bit of an odd bird. She always has been, for as long as she can remember. Oddness ran in Emilie's family, as her grandfather Obediah (her caretaker at the time) would constantly mumble to himself about "things he should not have seen" and "words men dare not speak." Emilie feared the old man, whom she was convinced suffered from dementia.

One day he disappeared, leaving Emilie alone with his house and his vast collection of musty, moth-eaten "spellbooks." Her grandfather had told her to destroy the books "if the Others ever come for me", so naturally she blew off the dust and cracked one open. The spells contained within, said the book, could be used for power, for wealth, or for revenge. For a price, of course: The energy of human lives, and lots of it.

Drawn to the promise of power, Emilie set up a magic circle and invited her best friend Alexis to join in a ritual. A few lit candles and hastily drawn symbols later, the spell was cast. They waited in the flickering candlelight for a response. To Emilie's surprise, the ritual worked. With a poof of magic, Alexis became the size of a gummy bear. And for some reason, Emilie got the bright idea to treat her as such.

She would later claim that some dark presence told her to do it, that she would grow more powerful if she absorbed the girl's soul. The authorities, unable to locate Alexis, assumed her murdered by Emilie and took the girl away. She was found unfit to stand trial, and committed to the Nexus Asylum. That was two years ago. How she escaped (or if she was released) is anyone's guess.

Fresh from Nexus Mental Health Center (Emilie's home away from sanity), she has been hitting the library harder than a sumo slapping a street mime. During the day, Emilie appears to be a fairly normal 19 year old girl, crashing in the attic of her grandfather's Victorian estate (which she rents out for some extra money) and studying a strange collection of magic tomes. At night however, she takes to stalking the streets, looking for partners to practice new spells on. She needs to consume more victims, more energy, to expand her mind to the unfathomable reaches of the universe. She has yet to be honored with the visitation of an Avatar of Nyarlathothep, but she eagerly awaits the day He takes notice. Perhaps one day, she too could join His Innumerable Ranks.


Her brightly dyed ponytails clash with her pale white skin. Green eyes pierce the night to size up her victims. She prefers combat boots to high heels, and music as metal as her tongue piercing. Her arms and stomach bear uniform horizontal scars in places, permanent souvenirs of her life before she found the tomes. A life that, recently, has become clouded and distant in her mind. She's not sure if she likes the scars or hates them; she can't remember how she got them anymore.

Emilie isn't outgoing. She really isn't into small talk, and most of the time she'll stay quiet until someone catches her eye. She has a real air of strangeness about her, sometimes appearing as though she follows unseen things with her eyes, sometimes muttering to herself in alien languages.

Kept in a tight and rigid patriarchal household, she has especially little tolerance for men. At the asylum, they had been perpetually in the dominant roles of doctor, police man, night watchman. She's sick of listening to what they have to say, sick of them abusing the poor, rattled little girls.
Having spent so much time in the asylum, she has a natural affection for her own sex. She sees girls as potential friends as well as potential meals. Their souls are strong, and girls have such a high tolerance for pain. Occasionally, a lass will look like she's just begging for a predator to snatch her up. Better that the predator is Emilie. At least their souls will not be wasted.

Perhaps her magic allows her the control that she was never able to have in her own life?

It's not until she has her victims in bed that her true colors get to shine. She just loves to play, to toy, to tease. Just like any other closet predator. And once she's got them purring her name, she'll bust out her shrinking magic and give them a nice, slow trip to her belly. Her belly has ways of extracting life essence, forming spectral tentacles to invade the prey's body or suck the life from them. Sometimes she lets them out after siphoning out some precious energy. Sometimes she gets greedy and takes it all.


It really is a guilty pleasure. It's a wonder she hasn't been locked away again.

...Maybe you'll be the one that sends her back to the asylum.




PLAYER'S INTERESTS...

-In-character interaction
-Building relationships


FAVORITE KINKY STUFFZ (and probably what you want to read)...

-Macro/micro Soft vore
-Insertion
-Tentacle play
-Size play
-Foot play (clean)
-Dominance
-Soul vore
-General Insanity

*With every victim, Emilie's powers will grow...

Souls consumed currently at [ 7 ]

CURRENT SPELL ROSTER:

Alhazared's Gift: A light touch confers a sinister blight upon the victim, one that reduces their body's size to that of a few inches. The spell lasts as long as the caster wills it.

Grasp of Tsathoggua: Spectral, prehensile tentacles burst from the caster's body, glowing in a cold blue light. The appendages are tangible and can be controlled by the caster.

The Key and The Gate:Tears open a portal in space-time to any location the caster has previously visited. The portal functions as a one-way trip, closing once the caster passes through to the other side.




"For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider;"

-H.P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"