Post by Kitten4u on Jul 21, 2009 2:40:23 GMT -7
Name: Laisir Vemieth
Nicknames/Titles No titles yet, though I'm working hard to try to get one! I wish I didn't have any nicknames. Some people just call me Vassal L or just L. They both make me sad.
Age: 1963
Age Appearance: 19 - 20
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Appearance: I got a fish~ Well, an octopus, but close enough.
Well lessee. I'm really tall, I mean like really tall. I'm nearly six and a half feet tall, and with my shoes on I probably am. I dunno, I haven't checked. I'm not skinny, but I'm not fat. I guess the term is well-built and sturdy? I'm very muscular, but not scarily so. I go for frequent swims, and I try to stay in shape.
I have really, really long, pink hair. I mean really long. I accidentally sat on it a few times. I like to take care of it, so it's pretty soft and shiny. In fact, I really like the way I look, so I work really hard to keep myself pretty. I'm generally pretty clean, and my skin is near flawless. I have a few scars, but I don't think they're really noticable. I'm not really tan nor pale, just somewhere inbetween. My eyes are a light blue-green. Like aqua I guess?
As for clothing...Well, I wear a simple brown headband with gold patterns. I prefer just letting my hair roam free, but the headband at least keeps it out of my face because it's really irritating when it gets in my face. Like my headband, my clothing is purely brown with gold patterns. My top completely covers my chest, which is very important because of the current overlord's "condition." My breats are pretty big, and apparently bad things happen when he comes near women with sexy bodies. Anyway, I do like to show off my pretty body, so while my breasts must remain covered at all times, the top is sleeveless (well, it has detached sleeves which is close enough) and only goes down to about where my ribs end.
My skirt goes about half-way down my shins and has a slit on the left side. It hugs my hips, but other than that it just hangs loose. I wear a couple of decorative belts around my waist. They're too loose to actually hold anything up (not that my skirt needs any help being held up), but I think they look nice. I wear simple, semi-see-through, black, thaigh-high stockings with gold trim at the very top. My boots are gold with a simple heel. They go up to just below my knee and they lace all the way up.
Personality: I'm violent, sadistic and arrogant amoung other things, so I like to think of myself as a decent demon. I enjoy fighting, burning things and stuff like that. Like many demons I will happily beat up and insult those weaker than me, and work for those I think are stronger.
However, I have one huge fault. I'm too...nice. It hurts so much to say it, but it's true. I'll give people a fair warning before I punch them in the face. I'll give someone that I need to kill the option of either sacrificing themselves or letting all their friends die (and I'll actually let their friends live if they sacrifice themself! It's so shameful, I know). And I'm polite too. I'll say please and thank you, and I'm rarely downright rude (though fortunately for me I can be). I even...I even think about peoples' feelings before I act sometimes (and this even makes me wash my hands after I go to the bathroom!). It took me years to come to terms with my...niceness, but I've found ways to use it to my advantage.
I've always been really cute, and kind of...uh not smart. I've always been really talkative and I've always loved being around people. Particularly when I can set said people on fire. Anyway, I decided the best thing to do with my bad traits (and my cuteness) would be to make myself look totally harmless. I make myself look much dumber than I really am, and I make myself look much more clumsy than I really am (though the latter is just because some people find clumsiness cute), and I still stay polite and just generally terrible. Sure, this got me beat up a lot in the past, but I've learned to take hits and dish them out as well. It's so much fun to watch people flounder when they lose to the cute, sweet, little Laisir Vemieth.
Unlike many demons I'm not lazy. In fact, I'm very hardworking and dedicated. I actually ENJOY getting things done, and I like it when it's done well. I also like bragging about my acomplishments, and I like to think that I sound even more awesome when they're actually legit. But even beyond that I feel something when I do a good job on something. I can't quite describe the feeling, but it's almost as awesome as I am.
I'm also a huge chatterbox. Talking is fun, so I talk a lot, even if no one's listening. So, I tend to be a bit annoying (about time I mention a positive trait huh?), but I don't really care. I like people too much to stop talking to them and about them and I like expressing myself too much to stop talking and I like talking about myself too much to stop. If they can't deal with it I'd be more than happy to beat the snot out of them (and set them on fire).
Likes:
Dislikes:
Greatest Fear: Well, I have a few that I can't decide on, so I'll list them all.
Ambitions/Desires: I'm not sure. Power and respect sounds nice, so I'll go with that.
Weapons: Um, well unless you count "anything I can throw" then none. I fight with my fists and my feet.
Abilities and Fighting Style: I have the ability to manipulate fire. I can't do anything too drastic or powerful with it, but fire is naturally destructive so it doesn't really matter. For the most part I either throw fireballs of varying sizes, or I set myself on fire and fight like that. I can also enchant weapons with my element. I don't actually set the weapon on fire, I just give it fire-like attributes for lack of a better term. This enchantment isn't very strong, so I would never use it on my fists (I'd just set them on fire), but it's still worth doing sometimes. Plus, it makes them look really cool.
My fighting style is very simple. I punch it, kick it, burn it and throw things at it until it dies. Generally it'll die before I do because I can take a lot of abuse before I go down. Anyway, I'm not really good at planning, so I normally go with my gut and take them down with the first idea I think of. While my opponents won't see anything tricky or anything, I can change tactics very quickly so it's hard to guess what I'll do next. I also don't normally bother trying to read my opponents too well (I'm all offense), so I normally take a good amount of hits before I win.
Strengths: *reads cue cards*
Weaknesses: *still reading cue cards*
History: Let's see, where to begin...Well, I'll start with things I don't even remember myself. My mother knew that I would be a problem when she heard my first words. Well, not just what it was, but when I finally decided to say it. I didn't say anything besides baby jibberish until I was four years old when, according to my mother, I decided to say...uh..."fish please." My parents were obviously shocked, though according to my mother they were both annoyed and really happy at the same time. On the one hand I finally said something they could actually understand, on the other hand it was...well just bad.
They were more pleased when I took intrest in my mother's profession. She was in the military. Natasha, my mother, was well-respected by the people she worked with, but she was under appriciated by the people above her. She never got a high rank because of that. Fighting looked fun, and I had some ability with fire magic (much to my parents' joy since I was pretty destructive with it), so I started to learn how to fight when I was about thirteen. I was pretty good at it, and I enjoyed it. However, I was a very slow learner and never lived up to my parents' expectations. They both wanted me to be like my two older brothers, but I just wasn't as good as them.
My oldest brother was...really, really smart. He could make all these nifty tactical plans and stuff. It was like he was playing chess all the time or something. My other brother wasn't a great fighter, but he was great at selling things. He could get anyone to buy just about anything. I swear, he could get even the overlord himself to actually pay his vassals more if he wanted to. My father owned...uh something that delt with some kind of meat (he doesn't really talk to me about it for some reason) and at first they expected him to take over that. Instead, he became a member of the Dark Assembly. They were both very proud. Needless to say I had a lot to live up to.
I never had any hope of living up to that. I'm not smart, I'm not smooth, I say the first thing that pops into my head, thinking makese my brain hurt, and I just didn't have it in my to fight dirty. I worked really hard, but nothing I did was ever good enough. Or at the very least the good things I did was not enough to make up for my bad personality and the bad things I did. But I didn't let that bother me. I just kept doing stuff and just kept getting better. Eventually I decided that I wanted to work in the palace, preferably directly under the overlord himself.
Then something terrible happened; the overlord died and his son seemed to be in some kind of coma. The entire netherworld was in complete chaos. It was both awesome and really scary at the same time. On one hand I had an excuse to fight everyone in sight even if I had no intention of becoming the overlord myself (that niceness thing coming up again), but randomly being about to beat the snot out of people was a lot of fun. On the other hand doing it all the time was really tiring. To make matters worse, my oldest brother was one of the people that wanted to take the throne for himself, so he always dragged me into his plans and people seemed to attack me whenever they happened to see me.
Eventually, Laharl did take his rightful place as overlord and somehow my brother managed to not run into him, so he didn't get arrested or killed. He still seemed kind of embarassed though. He didn't really want to talk about it not matter how much I bothered him about it, so I don't know much more than that.
But then something terrible happened again. You know that meat thing that I said my dad ran? Yeah, a volcano erupted and totally destroyed it. His delivery people were naturally too afraid to tell the overlord that he would not recieve whatever is usually in that meat delivery, so my dad had to go himself. I haven't seen him since. I heard that he was used for a dimensional gate experiment and sent to a totally different universe. Though, I can't really say for sure, that was just some crazy rumor. That only made me want to work directly under him more. Laharl was a selfish, mean and a terrible person and I couldn't help but admire him for it.
I had no idea exactly how to rise through the ranks (my mother had no luck, so I couldn't exactly as her), so I decided to break into the castle while there was some chaos going on (I heard it was because of something involving Earth, but that's just silly). I was found, beaten up and thrown out, but not before discovering the location of the Dimensional Gate. I may not be good as sneaking, but I am good at throwing people. I know that's how he gets places, so I figured if I could find a way to get there while he was there, even just once, that I may finally be able to do what I want to do. I'm still trying, and I don't plan on giving up any time soon.
Nicknames/Titles No titles yet, though I'm working hard to try to get one! I wish I didn't have any nicknames. Some people just call me Vassal L or just L. They both make me sad.
Age: 1963
Age Appearance: 19 - 20
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Appearance: I got a fish~ Well, an octopus, but close enough.
Well lessee. I'm really tall, I mean like really tall. I'm nearly six and a half feet tall, and with my shoes on I probably am. I dunno, I haven't checked. I'm not skinny, but I'm not fat. I guess the term is well-built and sturdy? I'm very muscular, but not scarily so. I go for frequent swims, and I try to stay in shape.
I have really, really long, pink hair. I mean really long. I accidentally sat on it a few times. I like to take care of it, so it's pretty soft and shiny. In fact, I really like the way I look, so I work really hard to keep myself pretty. I'm generally pretty clean, and my skin is near flawless. I have a few scars, but I don't think they're really noticable. I'm not really tan nor pale, just somewhere inbetween. My eyes are a light blue-green. Like aqua I guess?
As for clothing...Well, I wear a simple brown headband with gold patterns. I prefer just letting my hair roam free, but the headband at least keeps it out of my face because it's really irritating when it gets in my face. Like my headband, my clothing is purely brown with gold patterns. My top completely covers my chest, which is very important because of the current overlord's "condition." My breats are pretty big, and apparently bad things happen when he comes near women with sexy bodies. Anyway, I do like to show off my pretty body, so while my breasts must remain covered at all times, the top is sleeveless (well, it has detached sleeves which is close enough) and only goes down to about where my ribs end.
My skirt goes about half-way down my shins and has a slit on the left side. It hugs my hips, but other than that it just hangs loose. I wear a couple of decorative belts around my waist. They're too loose to actually hold anything up (not that my skirt needs any help being held up), but I think they look nice. I wear simple, semi-see-through, black, thaigh-high stockings with gold trim at the very top. My boots are gold with a simple heel. They go up to just below my knee and they lace all the way up.
Personality: I'm violent, sadistic and arrogant amoung other things, so I like to think of myself as a decent demon. I enjoy fighting, burning things and stuff like that. Like many demons I will happily beat up and insult those weaker than me, and work for those I think are stronger.
However, I have one huge fault. I'm too...nice. It hurts so much to say it, but it's true. I'll give people a fair warning before I punch them in the face. I'll give someone that I need to kill the option of either sacrificing themselves or letting all their friends die (and I'll actually let their friends live if they sacrifice themself! It's so shameful, I know). And I'm polite too. I'll say please and thank you, and I'm rarely downright rude (though fortunately for me I can be). I even...I even think about peoples' feelings before I act sometimes (and this even makes me wash my hands after I go to the bathroom!). It took me years to come to terms with my...niceness, but I've found ways to use it to my advantage.
I've always been really cute, and kind of...uh not smart. I've always been really talkative and I've always loved being around people. Particularly when I can set said people on fire. Anyway, I decided the best thing to do with my bad traits (and my cuteness) would be to make myself look totally harmless. I make myself look much dumber than I really am, and I make myself look much more clumsy than I really am (though the latter is just because some people find clumsiness cute), and I still stay polite and just generally terrible. Sure, this got me beat up a lot in the past, but I've learned to take hits and dish them out as well. It's so much fun to watch people flounder when they lose to the cute, sweet, little Laisir Vemieth.
Unlike many demons I'm not lazy. In fact, I'm very hardworking and dedicated. I actually ENJOY getting things done, and I like it when it's done well. I also like bragging about my acomplishments, and I like to think that I sound even more awesome when they're actually legit. But even beyond that I feel something when I do a good job on something. I can't quite describe the feeling, but it's almost as awesome as I am.
I'm also a huge chatterbox. Talking is fun, so I talk a lot, even if no one's listening. So, I tend to be a bit annoying (about time I mention a positive trait huh?), but I don't really care. I like people too much to stop talking to them and about them and I like expressing myself too much to stop talking and I like talking about myself too much to stop. If they can't deal with it I'd be more than happy to beat the snot out of them (and set them on fire).
Likes:
- Fire and warm things. I really like setting other things on fire too.
- The way I look. I am awesome.
- Swimming. Not in water though because it's wet and cold. I prefer lava.
- Fish, it's tasty~
- Bright colors like yellow, red and pink.
- Talking. I tend to do it a lot.
Dislikes:
- Flowers and anything cute and fuzzy. They are fun to burn though.
- Any form of love. Whether that be flirting, hugging, or...I shudder to think kissing; it irritates me. Esspecially if they're trying to do something like that to me. Though, sometimes I'll let them and I'll just combust. That's always fun~
- The cold and anyone that tries to use it against me.
- People that use big words. They make my head hurt.
- Sweet foods.
- Anyone prettier than me. If they're not on my list of "people to not burn" then I will happily give them burn scars.
Greatest Fear: Well, I have a few that I can't decide on, so I'll list them all.
- Small spaces. I don't mean crowded spaces, I actually like being around people, but small rooms, caves and things like that scare me a lot. I doubt I'll ever go into one unless I'm ordered to.
- Being alone. I can't explain why, but it scares me. I even go as far as to sleep with one of my older sisters at home.
- Silence. I also can't explain this one, but it's really, really scary.
Ambitions/Desires: I'm not sure. Power and respect sounds nice, so I'll go with that.
Weapons: Um, well unless you count "anything I can throw" then none. I fight with my fists and my feet.
Abilities and Fighting Style: I have the ability to manipulate fire. I can't do anything too drastic or powerful with it, but fire is naturally destructive so it doesn't really matter. For the most part I either throw fireballs of varying sizes, or I set myself on fire and fight like that. I can also enchant weapons with my element. I don't actually set the weapon on fire, I just give it fire-like attributes for lack of a better term. This enchantment isn't very strong, so I would never use it on my fists (I'd just set them on fire), but it's still worth doing sometimes. Plus, it makes them look really cool.
My fighting style is very simple. I punch it, kick it, burn it and throw things at it until it dies. Generally it'll die before I do because I can take a lot of abuse before I go down. Anyway, I'm not really good at planning, so I normally go with my gut and take them down with the first idea I think of. While my opponents won't see anything tricky or anything, I can change tactics very quickly so it's hard to guess what I'll do next. I also don't normally bother trying to read my opponents too well (I'm all offense), so I normally take a good amount of hits before I win.
Strengths: *reads cue cards*
- I have an excellent memory. I may not be very smart...Oh that's just mean...Anyway, I may not be very smart, but I can remember and parrot just about anything that anyone has said to me ever. Whether or not I'll remember anything that isn't related to people is a different story, but when it comes to people my memory is near perfect. At least when I have a face to look at. When I just hear a voice it's not quite as good.
- I have a very high tolerance for pain. People have asked me why I wasn't dying a more than once.
- Physically, I'm pretty strong. I can lift nearly twice my weight with some effort and much more than that with a lot of effort.
- I'm completely immune to all fire-based attacks and heat in general. I don't think it's even possible to make me feel warm. In fact, when I'm in fire I'm actually stronger than I am when I'm not in it.
- I'm really flexible. I can easily kick people in the face and despite my size I don't have too much trouble fitting into small spaces.
Weaknesses: *still reading cue cards*
- I have a very low tolerance for the cold. If it gets too cold I can't use fire magic at all, and if it gets even colder then I won't be able to move at all. Just being cold can't kill me, but it does put me in a very vunerable position.
- I am really bad at sneaking and staying quiet. Silence scares me, so naturally things are never quiet around me. Ever. I also talk a lot without thinking, so I'm bad a staying quiet in that way too. The only time I won't randomly spill someone's secrets is if they happen to say "don't tell this to anyone" or something similar right before they tell me the secret. And I mean right before. I'll forget otherwise.
- Even though I turn anything I can find into projectile weapons my aim isn't actually that good.
- I'm really slow and not very good at dodging things.
- Speaking of slow...Oh I really don't like where this is going...I'm not very smart. I'm smater than a fairy, but I'm still pretty...dense. I'm naive and easily manipulated, and I will do whatever Lord Laharl says to the letter without question.
- I am very claustrophobic. Simply walking into a small room gives me weak knees, not to mention I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack every time I walk into one. Small rooms may not take away my ability to burn things, but they make me as weak, if not weaker, than ice.
History: Let's see, where to begin...Well, I'll start with things I don't even remember myself. My mother knew that I would be a problem when she heard my first words. Well, not just what it was, but when I finally decided to say it. I didn't say anything besides baby jibberish until I was four years old when, according to my mother, I decided to say...uh..."fish please." My parents were obviously shocked, though according to my mother they were both annoyed and really happy at the same time. On the one hand I finally said something they could actually understand, on the other hand it was...well just bad.
They were more pleased when I took intrest in my mother's profession. She was in the military. Natasha, my mother, was well-respected by the people she worked with, but she was under appriciated by the people above her. She never got a high rank because of that. Fighting looked fun, and I had some ability with fire magic (much to my parents' joy since I was pretty destructive with it), so I started to learn how to fight when I was about thirteen. I was pretty good at it, and I enjoyed it. However, I was a very slow learner and never lived up to my parents' expectations. They both wanted me to be like my two older brothers, but I just wasn't as good as them.
My oldest brother was...really, really smart. He could make all these nifty tactical plans and stuff. It was like he was playing chess all the time or something. My other brother wasn't a great fighter, but he was great at selling things. He could get anyone to buy just about anything. I swear, he could get even the overlord himself to actually pay his vassals more if he wanted to. My father owned...uh something that delt with some kind of meat (he doesn't really talk to me about it for some reason) and at first they expected him to take over that. Instead, he became a member of the Dark Assembly. They were both very proud. Needless to say I had a lot to live up to.
I never had any hope of living up to that. I'm not smart, I'm not smooth, I say the first thing that pops into my head, thinking makese my brain hurt, and I just didn't have it in my to fight dirty. I worked really hard, but nothing I did was ever good enough. Or at the very least the good things I did was not enough to make up for my bad personality and the bad things I did. But I didn't let that bother me. I just kept doing stuff and just kept getting better. Eventually I decided that I wanted to work in the palace, preferably directly under the overlord himself.
Then something terrible happened; the overlord died and his son seemed to be in some kind of coma. The entire netherworld was in complete chaos. It was both awesome and really scary at the same time. On one hand I had an excuse to fight everyone in sight even if I had no intention of becoming the overlord myself (that niceness thing coming up again), but randomly being about to beat the snot out of people was a lot of fun. On the other hand doing it all the time was really tiring. To make matters worse, my oldest brother was one of the people that wanted to take the throne for himself, so he always dragged me into his plans and people seemed to attack me whenever they happened to see me.
Eventually, Laharl did take his rightful place as overlord and somehow my brother managed to not run into him, so he didn't get arrested or killed. He still seemed kind of embarassed though. He didn't really want to talk about it not matter how much I bothered him about it, so I don't know much more than that.
But then something terrible happened again. You know that meat thing that I said my dad ran? Yeah, a volcano erupted and totally destroyed it. His delivery people were naturally too afraid to tell the overlord that he would not recieve whatever is usually in that meat delivery, so my dad had to go himself. I haven't seen him since. I heard that he was used for a dimensional gate experiment and sent to a totally different universe. Though, I can't really say for sure, that was just some crazy rumor. That only made me want to work directly under him more. Laharl was a selfish, mean and a terrible person and I couldn't help but admire him for it.
I had no idea exactly how to rise through the ranks (my mother had no luck, so I couldn't exactly as her), so I decided to break into the castle while there was some chaos going on (I heard it was because of something involving Earth, but that's just silly). I was found, beaten up and thrown out, but not before discovering the location of the Dimensional Gate. I may not be good as sneaking, but I am good at throwing people. I know that's how he gets places, so I figured if I could find a way to get there while he was there, even just once, that I may finally be able to do what I want to do. I'm still trying, and I don't plan on giving up any time soon.
