original dark fantasy
Practice of SeditionIn a world built upon a foundation of conflict, the past year has been notably violent. As Crux Fidelis, the Crusaders and ruling faction of Sium, suffer heavy losses from a particularly bloody Aphelion, other factions are emboldened to take action. Despite being allies, Weltschmerz's ambitious and duplicitous nature sees them taking bigger risks which threaten to break their alliance. All the while, Apocrypha continues to gain public sympathy and support while the Black Sun Cabal and Poena Damni continue to wreak havoc. As Sium races towards yet another conflict, it’s evident that a war lurks on the horizon.
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Race: Vessel // Age: Twenty-Four // Gender: Female // Orientation: Bisexual // Occupation: Rebel
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5 feet 9 inches
She has a whip and a one small gun (that can shoot thrice before needing a reload) kept hidden under her dress.
Belinda formed a contract with a squid demon that simply wanted to use her body as a vessel while it rested. She is able to use all of it's powers as it rests inside her.
Her powers are all squid themed with a slight twist due to it's demon nature. The most prominent and noticeable power she has would be her overabundance of tentacles. She can transform both her legs into up to two decently long tentacles each, and if she is feeling really murderous she can sprout two more tentacles out of her hidden female part to make it the perfect 6. The Tentacles made from her legs have enough suction to allow her to use the to climb any surface. Her innermost tentacles have blades instead of pores, allowing her to fight with them. Each tentacles has tremendous grip strength, allowing them to lift and tear a horse in two.
She can also make beaks form on the palms of her hands that can shoot poison ink from them. She also has the ability to shoot this from her mouth, which has left her teeth stained black from doing so.
Belinda is the type of woman who believes everything in her life needs to be done with so much dignifying beauty that her very existence brightens up those around her. She feels that nothing has a point unless it has grace and poise. Or, in short, no poise no point.
She's a harsh woman who likes to calculate her every thought and move, often overthinking everything to the point of screwing it up. She likes to think everything has another meaning to it and refuses to do anything on whim. The only thing that can truly make her see a blind rage would be someone potentially bringing harm to her child. Other than that circumstance she feels the need to be calm in every situation.
Belinda carries the firm belief that all men are worthless pigs and her childhood can attest to that belief. Her father was nothing more than a useless piece of shit that forced her mother to be a sex worker. She was reminded on an almost daily rate of how much of a mistake her entire life was. It severely impacted her views on men as a whole. To make matters worse she was forced into the same work her mother was. She wasn't even old enough, but she needed to earn her keep. Her own fucked up reality skewed her concept of right and wrong as she began to see everything as okay with no limits on what could be considered fine.
Her mother's mind broke beyond repair due to the work they were forced into doing and she was “put down”, much to Belinda’s disbelief. She got it stuck in her head that that was how her life was supposed to be. She had to fuck untIl she died, but she died inside every time she was forced to fuck. She wasn't sure if it was worth it. Only a few days after her mother’s murder did she realize that her life didn't have to be that. She could leave. She ran away during one of her jobs where she sought solace in the slut slums of Ravanar where she made money gambling. She wasn't good, but she knew when to pull out.
Sadly, Belinda’s body had gotten used to her previous life’s ways and she needed a good fix more often than not. She had a few select friends that she kept around for her specific needs, but didn't bother with getting to know them or even caring for them. She wanted her new life to be as different from her old on as possible. She was in charge of the way she lived and she refused to have it any other way.
It was a shame that her not having it any other way led to her gambling away her funds and sleeping with the nearest person on an almost nightly basis. She had gotten used to the freedom, but had went wild with it.
Belinda’s crazy sex fueled lifestyle with an addition to her newly found gambling addiction had left her with little to no respect for the law and everything in it. She did whatever and whoever she wanted and her charms mostly let her get away with it.
The only thing she cared about was herself, until one day she had a one night stand that had somehow left her pregnant. At first, she didn't even want the child. She had no clue who the father was and she didn't need a little brat cramping her style. Her only choice was to get rid of it, but that required money… money that she had managed to gamble away. She was at a point in her life where she had finally realized that she was lost and had no idea what to do. She had her child and floated around life barely scraping by. Her child was expensive and had many needs.
Belinda joined Crux Fidelis for the sake of her daughter, but had only lasted a year. She found the group to be way too cruel and the ideals they tried shoving down her throat were close to bullshit. She was annoyed at the very thought of having no control over her own mind and body and renounced them, joining up with an organization with more or less the same ideals she didn't care for but none of the mind control. The only bad part of it was creating the demon contract. The one she found was powerful, but on the verge of death. It required a soul and body to merge with in order to stay alive, and in return for her body she would have full access to it's powers.
Belinda hastily agreed, but before she could ask how to use the abilities and what the heck they actually were, the demon merged with her and began hibernating inside of her.
She worked with the rebels for quite some time, happily beating whomever she wished with her new abilities. She felt she had no consequences for her actions as long as she could justify those she beat as being psychotic in some way shape or form. This was also a great way for her to collect money from random people and provide for her little girl, Ambrielle.
She thought she was living a great life until her daughter disappeared. She was left with nothing but fury and rage for those who took her.
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