03-19-2011, 02:47 PM
Name: Irene
Age: Unknown (Appears 20)
Appearance: Affiliation: Independant, but currently aiding the cabal (Whether they like it or not) Mistress of Prophecy.
Brand: Infinity symbol tatooed on the inside of her left thigh.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Past Relationships: All long since dead
Dominant or Submissive: Both
Turn Ons: having seen herself try damn near everything, and actually having tried most of it, Irene's tastes run from gentle cuddling, to gang "rape"
Turn Offs: Blood, scat, watersports (The usual icky stuff)
Other: In addition to reading the flows of time almost perfectly, her visions ranging from a few seconds, to centuries into the future. Irene's power has made her effectively immortal as far as aging is concerned, she is able to see herself at every age in the standard lifespan, and pluck the one she wishes to be from the flow. She also has a small command of the 5 primary gifts as the cabal understands them. Not enough to best one of the masters in single combat with his own discipline, but enough to counter the things she sees happening before they come to pass, effectively bringing the contest to a stalemate without letting it get started.
IC:
Irene stood over her scrying bowl, casting her vision to the near future. Though it was not necessary that she use such a simple tool, old habits die hard, and she was rather fond of it. "show me what I wish to see.." she said softly, her cold tone echoing through the clearing as she watched the vision take shape.
Blood everywhere, a lone woman standing above the bodies of the Masters the cabal had sent, smoke causing a haze around the strange girl, then she collapses, a hole through her skull before the sound of the shot ever reached her.
"Damn! Does this mean they ignore the warning I sent with that little wench!? Or did she even deliver it!" she growled, knocking the bowl from its pedestal. "I suppose I must act personally this time." she said aloud, though she was completely alone. She set about gathering what few things she had, and then summoned her ebon chariot from the void. Similar to the Black Master's coffin, this vehicle acted as her home when she chose to use it, though thankfully, it propelled itself, taking her anywhere she wanted to go faster than any horse could have made the trip.
Age: Unknown (Appears 20)
Appearance: Affiliation: Independant, but currently aiding the cabal (Whether they like it or not) Mistress of Prophecy.
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Brand: Infinity symbol tatooed on the inside of her left thigh.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Past Relationships: All long since dead
Dominant or Submissive: Both
Turn Ons: having seen herself try damn near everything, and actually having tried most of it, Irene's tastes run from gentle cuddling, to gang "rape"
Turn Offs: Blood, scat, watersports (The usual icky stuff)
Other: In addition to reading the flows of time almost perfectly, her visions ranging from a few seconds, to centuries into the future. Irene's power has made her effectively immortal as far as aging is concerned, she is able to see herself at every age in the standard lifespan, and pluck the one she wishes to be from the flow. She also has a small command of the 5 primary gifts as the cabal understands them. Not enough to best one of the masters in single combat with his own discipline, but enough to counter the things she sees happening before they come to pass, effectively bringing the contest to a stalemate without letting it get started.
IC:
Irene stood over her scrying bowl, casting her vision to the near future. Though it was not necessary that she use such a simple tool, old habits die hard, and she was rather fond of it. "show me what I wish to see.." she said softly, her cold tone echoing through the clearing as she watched the vision take shape.
Blood everywhere, a lone woman standing above the bodies of the Masters the cabal had sent, smoke causing a haze around the strange girl, then she collapses, a hole through her skull before the sound of the shot ever reached her.
"Damn! Does this mean they ignore the warning I sent with that little wench!? Or did she even deliver it!" she growled, knocking the bowl from its pedestal. "I suppose I must act personally this time." she said aloud, though she was completely alone. She set about gathering what few things she had, and then summoned her ebon chariot from the void. Similar to the Black Master's coffin, this vehicle acted as her home when she chose to use it, though thankfully, it propelled itself, taking her anywhere she wanted to go faster than any horse could have made the trip.