Amelia Voltierre --> Princess Eris.

[Tsuki]

i used to rule the world,
seas would rise
when i gave the word

name;; Amelia Voltierre

age;; 22

gender;; Female

date of birth;; November 22nd

height;; 5" 7'

weight;; 133 lbs

hair colour;; brown and long

eye colour;; dark brown

wardrobe;; She can most often be seen wearing long gowns and dresses, the sort of thing fit for a princess, making her seem elegant and somehow untouchable. Most of it is of gothic or lolita origin, however, which accents her dark descendence and traditional mark on the world as the personification of Strife. She will also wear trenchcoats from time to time when venturing into Tokyo. Boots and baby-doll shoes are her best friends. She also loves to pin things to her articles of clothing -- stuffed animals, random jewlery, and cut-out or threaded accesories.

faceclaim;; Vampire Knight // Yuuki Kuran

picture;; Zombie

now in the morning i sleep alone,
sweep the streets i used to own

personality;; Amelia is a somewhat polite, frequently blunt young lady that is shrouded in mystery and knows that she is a position of authority. Usually calm and aloof, she doesn't necessarily display her feelings. She just chooses not to. Or, rather, it isn't a concept of choice, fore her general stoic foible is merely something that she must have -- a defense mechanism, a neccesity, a side-effect of merely being but a puppet in her mother's shadow. In any case, she is much like an emotionless doll much of the time. Her eyes reflect emptiness and void, but that is otherwise subject to change. Every now and again, there is a hint of a smile or a frown, but her tone of voice remains to be the only true dynamic.

However, there is always the question of what really lies beneath this often expressionless exterior. The answer is her real, authentic emotions that doesn't always arrive to her features. Much of the time, she is able to sustain them and keep them locked away inside herself, hardly letting anyone see how she truly feels. But when her emotions become too much to handle or the impact of a certain emotion is too strong, her feelings in that moment are released – emotionally, verbally, and even physically. She tends to react negatively, often in a harsh, cruel, or aggressive manner. She can be crude and insulting, arrogant and overtly sexual, or discriminative and abusive. Or, to put it simply, all of them at one time. When in this state, she is very aware of her powers and authority as a Princess and as the Daughter of Chaos, and uses them shamelessly. There is a fine line between her raging emotions overflowing into insanity, and many times, that may actually be the cause of this behaviour, but it mostly roots from the phobia of forever being alone, as well as the knowledge of the death that is sure to come.

likes;;

• Tea
  
• Reading
  
• Stuffed Animals or plush dolls
  
• Doing as she pleases
  
• When things go her way
  

dislikes;;

• Being alone too long
  
• Being underestimated or treated disrespectfully
  
• When secrets are kept from her
  
• Waiting too long
  
• When her true emotions are unveiled
  

weaknesses;;

• inferiority -- knowing that she is, in a sense, not real and forever destined to soley be a decoy
  
• is not physically strong
  
• showing emotion
  

strengths;;

• good at reading people and their behaviour
  
• forever the unreadable mask
  
• is almost as powerful as Chaos. Almost.
  

goals;; To do as her mother pleases, undoubtly. To pretend to be her mother, to pretend to be Chaos. Though, of course, these are things that were crafted into her making, not actually dreams that she herself has realised. Eris has yet to formulate her own goal... though, some small part of her wishes to continue living.

fears;; Being alone. And, even though she knows it is inevitable and so substantially official, she fears her own death.

i used to roll the dice,
feel the fear in my enemy's eyes,
listen as the crowd would sing,
" the old king is dead,
long live the king! "

home;; Created from Bad Things, Humanity, and Strife. Manifested by Chaos. I suppose her home is Earth, being "born" here and all, but in a way, she can be considered homeless since she has never actually had a home.

affiliation;; Chaos

speciality;; Illusions/Darkness

weapon(s);; a long, silver bo-staff/rod that is capable of turning into a scythe at the end. She can summon it and dispose of it at will.

attacks and techniques;;

Lovely. Nightmare. ~ Amelia closes her eyes, and summons black, faerie-like dust around her feet, which then swirls all around her. She opens her eyes and voidly but strongly commands, 'Nightmare.', instinctively pointing at her target, and the black, faerie-like dust flows toward the target, which hits the face like a big puff of smoke, then disappears. The effect has the target hallucinating, seeing their worst fears and biggest nightmares come true, as if they were real. This only lasts for about 5 minutes, or until they or a team-mate is capable of snapping them out of it. It may put a mental or physical strain on the enemy, depending on how strong the nightmare/fear was.

Night. Petals. ~ Dead, black rose petals rush at the enemy, which is capable of cutting/scratching them as if they were sharp knives. Although the dead petals look real and actually harm the enemy, they are nothing more than an illusion.

Flight/Levitation ~ Amelia is capable of levitating herself, even to the extent of being able to fly.

More to be added.

true form or outfit;; none

true form picture;; none

one minute i held the key, next the walls were closed on me,
and i discovered my castles stand
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

allies;; Chaos, The Night Generals, The Dark Senshi

enemies;; The Solar Senshi, The Constellation Senshi, their allies, etc.

parents;; Chaos.

siblings;; None.

other relations;; The Night Generals and the Dark Senshi, though neither is by blood and is soley a relation of order and rank.

crush and sexuality;; She will sometimes flirt with the Dark Generals if she's feeling especially promiscuous. She is, or seems to be, heterosexual.

history;;

With one little senshi left to corrupt, Chaos, or, rather, Queen Nyx, and her newly-saved Generals followed in the hopes of dementing her, too. Oh, if only she could turn the Queen's daughter evil... to her side... Sailor Cosmos' future daughter. That would be the ultimate revenge. But, upon folowing Sailor Chibi Moon and the Quartet, she discovered that she had fled to present day Tokyo... where the senshi of the future were still young. Where Sailor Moon had yet to come Queen. Where she would have a much easier time casting revenge and taking over the city.

But, oh. Chaos couldn't possibly hope to have any fun with just the Night Generals and the Dark Senshi. She needed something else.... something that would be able to do what she needed, someone that was completely and utterly loyal to her, incapable of betrayal. Someone that would be a decoy for her, lead the Senshi of this world astray. Someone that would die for her. And, so, she took all of the Strife and all of the curses within the world, mixed it with darkness and parts of herself, juxtaposing it with humanity. Chaos had created a woman in her image, with the perfect ability to act and pretend as her mother, with the sole objective of dying by the Solar Senshi's hands. With the perfect amount of elegenace, royalty, loyalty, and void. Her daughter... Eris, had been born.

Upon entering the world, Eris was taught more profoundly about Queen Nyx, the Night Generals, and the Dark Senshi. She learns of her enemies, of the ones she is to decieve. She learns of this world, and of its freedom. Of its people. Of Tokyo, Japan.

Since she has been conjured, she finds herself either spending time in the Dark Palace or in the city, intereacting with its inhabitants. She has since picked a civilian identity for herself and goes by it while she is in the real world -- "Amelia Voltierre", finding the name regal and seemingly conservative.

She mostly finds herself with her allies, most prominently her mother and the Dark Generals, seeing as she does not usually associate with the lowly Dark Senshi. Secretly, she knows all of their fates, perhaps just as well as her own, but reveals nothing and trusts no one but her mother.

i hear jerusalem bells a'ringing,
roman calvary choirs are singing,
be my mirror, my sword, and shield,
my missionaries in a foreign field

username;; yuki

alias;; Tsuki

experiance;; 6-7 years. Lots, Lots, and Lots.

sample rp;;

Stuck.

That is what she had been. Stuck. For weeks, inside the Palace. Inside her room. Feeling claustrophobic when her true fears never lied within closed or tight spaces. Both physically and mentally. She had no where to run, no where to go. And, supposedly, no motivation to leave oncesoever.

So she had sat. And chatted. And read. And occupied herself. Doing anything possible to block the truth out of her mind -- the reality behind what they told her. Yes, it was true that she was sick -- she couldn't possibly deny that. It was true that her sickness had led her to this weakened state -- much weaker than what she had once been. But that wasn't the right term. 'Sick' is not what they called it. Rather, they preferred the term 'Deathly Ill', though she was no where near death at this point. Not even close.

It was an inherited illness -- the curse of Chaos' daughter. She couldn't deny that it did, indeed, eventually take one's life when it became horrid enough. But her illness had just begun. Dying was the last thing on her mind. It was vertially impossible for her to pass away when the illness had rarely begun to take effect.

So why were her butlers, servants, maids, and the Night Generals saying this? Only for one sole purpose. They wanted to keep her locked up. Like a lion in a cage. Cooped up inside the Dark Palace so they could monitor her actions. So they could watch her movements, prevent her from the outside world. They all were so, so very convinced that Amelia was facing a great depression over the knowledge that she was only made of figments of the imagination, assuming that she would take her own life if the chance arrived. None of them wanted her roaming outside of her room, outside of the Palace, for fear of this deceptive reason and for the sake of her health. They said that she needed to stay indoors until she became 'well', until she had a better grasp at reality again.

But then there was the catch. The big, large, ginormous catch that was just staring them directly in the face, and they all knew it. Amelia wasn't 'depressed' like thay all proclaimed. Yes, she had suffered the loathing of herself, but never her mother, and any despair she had felt was now buried deep inside of her -- concealing itself from everyone she knew. Her emotions were a tight line that could only be cut every so often, and even then, that was very seldom. On another note, Amelia's illness would continue to plague her until her days' end, never ceasing. Never failing. Never once faltering. There was no cure, nor was there a prevention. It just was and always had been.

And as such was the fate of Eris.

for some reason i can't explain,
i know saint peter won't call my name,
never an honest word,
and that was when i ruled the world

[ T E M P L A T E, made by Tsuki ]