Post by domino on Jun 25, 2009 17:46:58 GMT -5
Justiciar:
Definition: One of the clan who is given responsibility of judge, jury and, if need be, executioner upon those who violate clan law or invade clan realms.
And that was my start in life, from the time I was brought into being at the Black Citadel, a mere pure black hell kitten set upon the world to keep order amidst the chaos that was the hells in all its unholy glory.
My first mission being a target known only as Annastassia Romanova, A condemned mortal turned demon princess by those of the middle realms, didn't take long for the beastly little nose in the air to take shots at my clan, my family in particular, responsible for the horrendous maiming of the only male heir of the clan she set a mark upon herself that lasts even to this day as she soon found out.
Too bad for me she laired within the darkhold, the last place a hellcat like myself would wish to be as it was full up with clans of high born hellhounds rivalling my own family and quite antipathic towards those of my kind.
T'was an easy thing getting past the moat and dispatching the minor demon imps at the front gate, the shadows deep, as always, in the depths of the fortress as I made my way through the levels, killing where I had to, avoiding conflict where I could, soon finding my target in the midst of her insane lust bound activities with yet another male, another, low born hellcat, of no consequence to me as I darted in and with whisper quiet moves and precise striking, removed her head as she was in the midst of attempting to mount up upon the tied down lad, her last sight being the shock upon the males face who saw me and hollered allowed...bad move on his part as that made him a liability, left no choice I had to remove one of my own kind as I made my escape...too bad the noise did indeed set upon me a cadre of bone devils led by a beast of a balor, I do so detest those creatures even to this day, leading along a merry and riotous chase through the keep, leaving me cornered at the edge of the moat, the bridge having been raised and no way for me to cross as the waters were potentially deadly even to one of demon kind, battle ensued as I cut a path with my katars towards the leader of the devils, pouncing high to slash at the balors throat, only to find out, the hard way, what a baseball feels like as a bat strikes it midflight, sending me streaking into the moat beyond like an ebon fireball to be dowsed upon entry, little did I know that I had been followed on my first mission.
Mother...noble matron and deadly beast all rolled into one, rescued her foolish daughter from the depths, after dispatching the balor and the few devils left behind from my last stand.
The dunking and drowning leaving me changed, and my twin as well, an indirect reason why to this day she is quite unstable, as if she wasn't already crazy as it was being locked up in the Archives from birth, my fur left half and half, black and white, starbursts upon either eye contrasting to each of my sides coloring, and I have quite an abject fear of water even to this day, anything past my knees and I"m up in arms if not scared witless....
Stats:
Name: Domino Naldrissa
Height: 5'8"
Weight: Varies
bodytype: Athletic with just a hint of seductress in her curves.
Abilities: Regen powers, useable upon others as well as her companions, though varies in success depending on the severity of the wounds/injuries incurred.
Shapeshift: Domestic feline/kitten hellcat/tigersized hellcat, behemoth hellcat=equine plus sized hellcat.
Flame aura/spellpowers...varying degrees of protective or offensive firespells, can be friendly/foe oriented or friendly fire if she is going all out.
Flamegate: Teleport skill for changing location at will or plane hopping.
Family:
Father: Unknown warbreed male
Mother: Umbrielle ThriceDamned
Twin: Promiscuous Hetaera
Half Sister: Shekinah Naldrissa
Various Clan mates [not mate as in the usual sense mind you. >.>]
Definition: One of the clan who is given responsibility of judge, jury and, if need be, executioner upon those who violate clan law or invade clan realms.
And that was my start in life, from the time I was brought into being at the Black Citadel, a mere pure black hell kitten set upon the world to keep order amidst the chaos that was the hells in all its unholy glory.
My first mission being a target known only as Annastassia Romanova, A condemned mortal turned demon princess by those of the middle realms, didn't take long for the beastly little nose in the air to take shots at my clan, my family in particular, responsible for the horrendous maiming of the only male heir of the clan she set a mark upon herself that lasts even to this day as she soon found out.
Too bad for me she laired within the darkhold, the last place a hellcat like myself would wish to be as it was full up with clans of high born hellhounds rivalling my own family and quite antipathic towards those of my kind.
T'was an easy thing getting past the moat and dispatching the minor demon imps at the front gate, the shadows deep, as always, in the depths of the fortress as I made my way through the levels, killing where I had to, avoiding conflict where I could, soon finding my target in the midst of her insane lust bound activities with yet another male, another, low born hellcat, of no consequence to me as I darted in and with whisper quiet moves and precise striking, removed her head as she was in the midst of attempting to mount up upon the tied down lad, her last sight being the shock upon the males face who saw me and hollered allowed...bad move on his part as that made him a liability, left no choice I had to remove one of my own kind as I made my escape...too bad the noise did indeed set upon me a cadre of bone devils led by a beast of a balor, I do so detest those creatures even to this day, leading along a merry and riotous chase through the keep, leaving me cornered at the edge of the moat, the bridge having been raised and no way for me to cross as the waters were potentially deadly even to one of demon kind, battle ensued as I cut a path with my katars towards the leader of the devils, pouncing high to slash at the balors throat, only to find out, the hard way, what a baseball feels like as a bat strikes it midflight, sending me streaking into the moat beyond like an ebon fireball to be dowsed upon entry, little did I know that I had been followed on my first mission.
Mother...noble matron and deadly beast all rolled into one, rescued her foolish daughter from the depths, after dispatching the balor and the few devils left behind from my last stand.
The dunking and drowning leaving me changed, and my twin as well, an indirect reason why to this day she is quite unstable, as if she wasn't already crazy as it was being locked up in the Archives from birth, my fur left half and half, black and white, starbursts upon either eye contrasting to each of my sides coloring, and I have quite an abject fear of water even to this day, anything past my knees and I"m up in arms if not scared witless....
Stats:
Name: Domino Naldrissa
Height: 5'8"
Weight: Varies
bodytype: Athletic with just a hint of seductress in her curves.
Abilities: Regen powers, useable upon others as well as her companions, though varies in success depending on the severity of the wounds/injuries incurred.
Shapeshift: Domestic feline/kitten hellcat/tigersized hellcat, behemoth hellcat=equine plus sized hellcat.
Flame aura/spellpowers...varying degrees of protective or offensive firespells, can be friendly/foe oriented or friendly fire if she is going all out.
Flamegate: Teleport skill for changing location at will or plane hopping.
Family:
Father: Unknown warbreed male
Mother: Umbrielle ThriceDamned
Twin: Promiscuous Hetaera
Half Sister: Shekinah Naldrissa
Various Clan mates [not mate as in the usual sense mind you. >.>]