Post by Princess Katie on Oct 1, 2008 2:05:41 GMT -5
Name: Her Grace, Atropia ‘Pia’ Melpomene Belladonna-Ira, Queen of the Isle of Morpheus
Age: Pia is quickly approaching 400 years old, but still looks a perfect 30.
Gender: Female
Group: Nightmare
Occupation: Monarch and Mother of Three
Appearance: With the complexion of Alexandre Cabanel’s Venus, the timeless appeal of J.W. Waterhouse’s Nymphs, and the breasts of Pamela Anderson, Atropia Belladonna is widely regarded as the most beautiful creature in all of the Isle of Morpheus. She is what some would consider to be ‘impossibly attractive’. She had the kind of face that wars were fought over. Pia is curvaceous in all the right places and waspishly thin in others. There is a sort of moonlight-like glow that she exudes in dim lighting, as if she is the only person in the room with a miniature spotlight on her. Her limbs are long and graceful, exceedingly feminine. Somehow, her paper-white skin is not unpleasant, but rather enchanting. Not a single strand of her silky, chestnut-brown hair ever seems to be out of place. Her vixen-red lipstick is always perfectly applied. Never a blemish. Never a wrinkle. Never an ounce of cellulite.
But while her high cheekbones, statuesque form, and radiant pallor hint at something otherworldly, the glint of fangs in her seductive little grin and the unnaturally pale, near-silvery blue of her eyes instead suggest something underworldly. Pia has the ‘sexy vampiress’ archetype down pat. When she walks, she swats her hips in a way that would probably cause a mere mortal to dislocate something, should they try it. Her wardrobe is stocked with rich velvets and luxurious satins in mostly shades of red, black, and gold; most of her brocade bears a subtly Nightmarish pattern in its swirls—stylized bats, hidden skulls, faint spiderwebs.
To leave the house without high heels or makeup on would herald in the apocalypse, according to Her Majesty. While she would still look more or less perfect, even in sweats, a tank top, and a pony tail, it is the Queen’s personal mantra that a lady should always look her best. If that means making her husband wait around for several hours as she primps, then so be it.
Personality: Having kids, a surprisingly sturdy marriage, and a few actual responsibilities calmed Pia down a great deal. Lately, she has been in full control of her less-than-desirable urges; her Black Widow days are all but forgotten and she hasn’t had an extramarital affair in ages. She shocked even herself when she discovered that she actually enjoyed her children, even if the stress of dealing with them combined with that whole war thing they had going on did force her to retire from the Opera.
Now, the Queen was by no means transformed into a saint through the unbridled joy that came from having a family that she actually loved or anything unduly sentimental like that. She is still painfully high-maintenance and self-centered, exceedingly temperamental, a little domineering, and, as always, extraordinarily bitchy. Those traits are permanently engrained in her person, but the years seem to have lessened them, ever-so-slightly. Or maybe it’s just that everyone forced into close contact with her had just been numbed to her negative aspects through frequent exposure.
Powers: A woman’s greatest strength, whether she be a Human or a Nightmare or a Dream, is her sex appeal; this is especially true in regard to Atropia Belladonna. Being sexy is not only one of her special talents, but it is really what she was created for. Her mastery of the bedroom eyes knows no equal. A great majority of the things she says sound like innuendos, if only because her voice naturally has such a libidinous tone to it.
Pia’s innate scrumptiousness doesn’t just stem from her form and behaviors; it is helped along by vampires’ intrinsic penchant for the sensual. With the drop-undead-gorgeousness that her vampirism provides comes the usual vampire powers—super-strength, heightened senses, and rapid-healing. The common vampire trait of persuasion manifests itself, in Pia, in a siren-like singing voice. She is able to enchant nearly any male, especially weak-willed, lonely males, by just humming a few bars. Unfortunately, Her Majesty also has all of the weaknesses that come with the blessings. Sunlight and the dear diva do not mix so well, and her garlic allergy is something rather serious.
History: Created in the last half of the 18th century as third triplets, Pia and her sisters made residence in the streets of Chimera’s Red Light District where Pia made rent money in the only way she knew how. While Pia sold herself in a brothel, her sister Violetta kept their dingy apartment and Eresia, the last triplet, squandered away all the money the other two sisters saved. A few months into their pitiful existence, the young Pia had a particularly enchanting customer. Strangely, when she woke up after their little ‘appointment’, she remembered very little from the night before, except that she had several glasses of champagne. She felt a little ill, but her John had left the payment plus a little extra, so she pocketed it and went about her business.
She felt a little under-the-weather; even the dim streetlights burned her eyes and the normally unpleasant smells of the alleyways made her want to vomit. She prayed to any god she could think of that she wasn’t pregnant. That would put a serious damper on business. Nauseous and dizzy, she stumbled home to find Eresia, drunk and more obnoxious than usual. And Pia was, to say the least, not up for it. So, Pia did what any of us would do, thrust her nails into her sisters throat and proceeded to feast on her blood.
It was then that they figured out that Pia had been transformed into one of the damned creatures of the night.
Her list of clientele grew exponentially from that day on. The vampirism seemed to make her even prettier. The sort of “I live in the worst part of town and don’t take vitamins” look she had was replaced with a sort of evocative mystery, an eerie radiance. She soon found herself attracting the attention of rich men who wanted to make her theirs, permanently.
So, she tried that whole marriage thing. It was nice, not having to sleep with random people for money, but patience was not Pia’s best virtue. The newlywed found herself tiring of her husband very quickly, so she killed him, too. Then she married someone else, slightly higher up in the world, one who could buy her a diamond necklace as opposed to just a silk gown. But then she got tired of him, so she offed him and married again. This time the guy had a title. The next one had two titles. The next guy, and the next guy and the next guy all had their own virtues. One of them got her into show business, but that didn’t mean she kept him around for long.
With all the inheritance money she had collected over the centuries, she managed to purchase the run-down, once-glamorous Opera di Incubi and breathe new life into it. From her position of Prima Donna, Pia elicited the attention of the then-king. As you may imagine, she then proceeded to marry, then kill him.
Several decades and a few more than several husbands later, Pia was introduced to the biggest nuisance and the greatest love she would ever know. The night before her next wedding, to some doormat named Henry, she ran—literally—into a thief named Jack, who (unbeknownst to her), had just cleaned out the treasury. Long story very, very short: After a great many trials and tribulations, the two fell in some serious love, despite their clear differences and their painfully clashing personalities.
Pia and Jack’s relationship began to be very serious, but Pia refused to marry Jack. Maybe it was because she was well aware of her track record with husbands, or because she wasn’t completely pleased with the manner in which he proposed. None the less, this understandably created some conflict between the two. In probably one of the worst break-ups in Subconscious history, Jack took Pia’s crown and Pia began sponsoring a military coup against her ex-lover.
They never really stopped loving each other, as hard as they tried to. Once they each realized this, life got so much easier for the two. They married and Pia didn’t kill her bridegroom on their wedding night, contrary to predictions. From that point on, everything went relatively swimmingly.
They lived happily ever after.
Except then Pia then gave birth to the most stress-inducing Nightmare this side of the Cemetery of Lost Souls, and she had to retire to take time for the twins, and then there was that horrid war-thing, and the fact that she now ruled over a group of people who hated her guts. But you know, the other two kids were pretty good.
OoC: Okay. PLEASE IGNORE THE HORRIDNESS OF THE LAST SECTION. I know. It's rushed and BAD. I will fix it. I promise. I just had to get this thing out of my face.
Age: Pia is quickly approaching 400 years old, but still looks a perfect 30.
Gender: Female
Group: Nightmare
Occupation: Monarch and Mother of Three
Appearance: With the complexion of Alexandre Cabanel’s Venus, the timeless appeal of J.W. Waterhouse’s Nymphs, and the breasts of Pamela Anderson, Atropia Belladonna is widely regarded as the most beautiful creature in all of the Isle of Morpheus. She is what some would consider to be ‘impossibly attractive’. She had the kind of face that wars were fought over. Pia is curvaceous in all the right places and waspishly thin in others. There is a sort of moonlight-like glow that she exudes in dim lighting, as if she is the only person in the room with a miniature spotlight on her. Her limbs are long and graceful, exceedingly feminine. Somehow, her paper-white skin is not unpleasant, but rather enchanting. Not a single strand of her silky, chestnut-brown hair ever seems to be out of place. Her vixen-red lipstick is always perfectly applied. Never a blemish. Never a wrinkle. Never an ounce of cellulite.
But while her high cheekbones, statuesque form, and radiant pallor hint at something otherworldly, the glint of fangs in her seductive little grin and the unnaturally pale, near-silvery blue of her eyes instead suggest something underworldly. Pia has the ‘sexy vampiress’ archetype down pat. When she walks, she swats her hips in a way that would probably cause a mere mortal to dislocate something, should they try it. Her wardrobe is stocked with rich velvets and luxurious satins in mostly shades of red, black, and gold; most of her brocade bears a subtly Nightmarish pattern in its swirls—stylized bats, hidden skulls, faint spiderwebs.
To leave the house without high heels or makeup on would herald in the apocalypse, according to Her Majesty. While she would still look more or less perfect, even in sweats, a tank top, and a pony tail, it is the Queen’s personal mantra that a lady should always look her best. If that means making her husband wait around for several hours as she primps, then so be it.
Personality: Having kids, a surprisingly sturdy marriage, and a few actual responsibilities calmed Pia down a great deal. Lately, she has been in full control of her less-than-desirable urges; her Black Widow days are all but forgotten and she hasn’t had an extramarital affair in ages. She shocked even herself when she discovered that she actually enjoyed her children, even if the stress of dealing with them combined with that whole war thing they had going on did force her to retire from the Opera.
Now, the Queen was by no means transformed into a saint through the unbridled joy that came from having a family that she actually loved or anything unduly sentimental like that. She is still painfully high-maintenance and self-centered, exceedingly temperamental, a little domineering, and, as always, extraordinarily bitchy. Those traits are permanently engrained in her person, but the years seem to have lessened them, ever-so-slightly. Or maybe it’s just that everyone forced into close contact with her had just been numbed to her negative aspects through frequent exposure.
Powers: A woman’s greatest strength, whether she be a Human or a Nightmare or a Dream, is her sex appeal; this is especially true in regard to Atropia Belladonna. Being sexy is not only one of her special talents, but it is really what she was created for. Her mastery of the bedroom eyes knows no equal. A great majority of the things she says sound like innuendos, if only because her voice naturally has such a libidinous tone to it.
Pia’s innate scrumptiousness doesn’t just stem from her form and behaviors; it is helped along by vampires’ intrinsic penchant for the sensual. With the drop-undead-gorgeousness that her vampirism provides comes the usual vampire powers—super-strength, heightened senses, and rapid-healing. The common vampire trait of persuasion manifests itself, in Pia, in a siren-like singing voice. She is able to enchant nearly any male, especially weak-willed, lonely males, by just humming a few bars. Unfortunately, Her Majesty also has all of the weaknesses that come with the blessings. Sunlight and the dear diva do not mix so well, and her garlic allergy is something rather serious.
History: Created in the last half of the 18th century as third triplets, Pia and her sisters made residence in the streets of Chimera’s Red Light District where Pia made rent money in the only way she knew how. While Pia sold herself in a brothel, her sister Violetta kept their dingy apartment and Eresia, the last triplet, squandered away all the money the other two sisters saved. A few months into their pitiful existence, the young Pia had a particularly enchanting customer. Strangely, when she woke up after their little ‘appointment’, she remembered very little from the night before, except that she had several glasses of champagne. She felt a little ill, but her John had left the payment plus a little extra, so she pocketed it and went about her business.
She felt a little under-the-weather; even the dim streetlights burned her eyes and the normally unpleasant smells of the alleyways made her want to vomit. She prayed to any god she could think of that she wasn’t pregnant. That would put a serious damper on business. Nauseous and dizzy, she stumbled home to find Eresia, drunk and more obnoxious than usual. And Pia was, to say the least, not up for it. So, Pia did what any of us would do, thrust her nails into her sisters throat and proceeded to feast on her blood.
It was then that they figured out that Pia had been transformed into one of the damned creatures of the night.
Her list of clientele grew exponentially from that day on. The vampirism seemed to make her even prettier. The sort of “I live in the worst part of town and don’t take vitamins” look she had was replaced with a sort of evocative mystery, an eerie radiance. She soon found herself attracting the attention of rich men who wanted to make her theirs, permanently.
So, she tried that whole marriage thing. It was nice, not having to sleep with random people for money, but patience was not Pia’s best virtue. The newlywed found herself tiring of her husband very quickly, so she killed him, too. Then she married someone else, slightly higher up in the world, one who could buy her a diamond necklace as opposed to just a silk gown. But then she got tired of him, so she offed him and married again. This time the guy had a title. The next one had two titles. The next guy, and the next guy and the next guy all had their own virtues. One of them got her into show business, but that didn’t mean she kept him around for long.
With all the inheritance money she had collected over the centuries, she managed to purchase the run-down, once-glamorous Opera di Incubi and breathe new life into it. From her position of Prima Donna, Pia elicited the attention of the then-king. As you may imagine, she then proceeded to marry, then kill him.
Several decades and a few more than several husbands later, Pia was introduced to the biggest nuisance and the greatest love she would ever know. The night before her next wedding, to some doormat named Henry, she ran—literally—into a thief named Jack, who (unbeknownst to her), had just cleaned out the treasury. Long story very, very short: After a great many trials and tribulations, the two fell in some serious love, despite their clear differences and their painfully clashing personalities.
Pia and Jack’s relationship began to be very serious, but Pia refused to marry Jack. Maybe it was because she was well aware of her track record with husbands, or because she wasn’t completely pleased with the manner in which he proposed. None the less, this understandably created some conflict between the two. In probably one of the worst break-ups in Subconscious history, Jack took Pia’s crown and Pia began sponsoring a military coup against her ex-lover.
They never really stopped loving each other, as hard as they tried to. Once they each realized this, life got so much easier for the two. They married and Pia didn’t kill her bridegroom on their wedding night, contrary to predictions. From that point on, everything went relatively swimmingly.
They lived happily ever after.
Except then Pia then gave birth to the most stress-inducing Nightmare this side of the Cemetery of Lost Souls, and she had to retire to take time for the twins, and then there was that horrid war-thing, and the fact that she now ruled over a group of people who hated her guts. But you know, the other two kids were pretty good.
OoC: Okay. PLEASE IGNORE THE HORRIDNESS OF THE LAST SECTION. I know. It's rushed and BAD. I will fix it. I promise. I just had to get this thing out of my face.