Daine Jules Descordes

[Daine Descordes]

Daine Jules Descordes

the player

name: sunrea, admin queen #2
experience: many many years.
how you arrived: i made us, silly. with admin queen #1 of course.

the character

name: Daine Jules (de) Descordes.
gender: female.
age: appears 20ish (really 220)
birthdate: june 13^th, 1830
species: devil.
sexual preference: either, neither, whatever.

the costume

desired faceclaim: meiko from vocaloid.
unique features: black bat wings (occasionally), a whip-like tail, and color-changing eyes.
appearance:
Daine Jules Descordes. At first glance, she's pretty, petite, soft. She is also short. Very short. At only 5'4", she is a head below most people. It is almost a sore point for her except it means people underestimate her and that proves to her advantage. She doesn't look strong either. Her curves are all soft and girlish, made even more so by her tiny frame. It's a combination made to deceive.

Her most remarkable feature is her multicolored magical eyes. Eyes that change depending on her whims. They don't give away what she's feeling, like a mood ring would. They simply change depending on what color she wants them to be. Occasionally, very occasionally, they will change simply because her feelings are so strong that her eyes reflect them. But that is a rare occurrence indeed. Mostly, her eyes are simply blank, devoid of emotion.

Black, full eyelashes frame those remarkable eyes and a pointed, unbroken nose finishes the picture. Her lips are pert and heart-shaped, quick to pout or smile, though neither of those expressions would mean much coming from the heartless demon. Her facial structure resembles that of European aristocracy; her cheekbones are high and smooth, her chin rounded, her nose delicate, her eyebrows perfectly arched. It's a face designed to seduce, scorn, and mislead.

To frame that lovely face, Daine has soft, fine auburn hair. It is neither red nor brown and is just as hard to categorize as the rest of her. She keeps it cut short, just below her chin. It's soft, gentle straightness is one of the many luxuries Daine has in her life and she takes good care of it. It's usually parted slightly to her left with wispy bangs that are long enough to push to one side.

Her devilish highness has a few things a human would not. For one; her long, black demonic tail with a razor sharp, arrow-shaped point at the end. That tail is strong enough to do the work of a muscular human arm and she's been known to strangle people with it. Her second, inhuman feature is somewhat more noticeable. On her back, nestled between her smooth shoulder blades, is a large pair of pitch bat-wings. When visible, the allow her to fly and fold up when they're not in use but Daine usually prefers to magic them out of sight. She's less conspicuous that way, after all. Contradictorily, she leaves her tail in plain view most of the time. It's too handy to hide.

These traits, and her eyes, set her apart from the pretty innocence her face would suggest. Many a foe have found that, beneath those soft curves is a steely, harsh sort of strength. Being a demon has it's benefits and unnatural, effortless strength is one. Daine hides this strength well and also keeps herself naturally fit with 'exercise'. That exercise never involves running or lifting weights.

As far as attire is concerned, Daine wears what pleases her at any given moment. She has a fondness for blood red and, as such, most of her outfits are in that particular shade. She also has a penchant for the expensive. Silk is a staple of hers and even her casual shirts are made with it. It's a taste she got from her former mentor and it's stuck all these years. Regardless if it's tailor made jeans or a ballgown, Daine is always impeccably dressed.

the props

preferred weapon(s): A whip is Daine's weapon of choice. A whip or magic. But she can wield all manner of things effectively.
abilities: Daine has all the abilities of your normal devil.
power level: As devil-in-charge, of course she is above average.
specialty: leadership & confrontation.
remarkable items:
Bandages - Daine carries a small package of bandages in case of emergencies.
Dameon's Pendant - This pendant, which hangs about Daine's neck on a black silk ribbon, is a blood red ruby that glitters with an inner fire. It has no known magical properties.

the play

strengths:
_ _ _ strong willed.
_ _ _ secretive.
_ _ _ manipulative.
_ _ _ charming.
_ _ _ convincing.
weaknesses:
_ _ _ cold-hearted.
_ _ _ inhuman.
_ _ _ careless.
_ _ _ brutal.
_ _ _ short-tempered.
_ _ _ unpredictable.
personality:
Above all, Daine is a conqueror. A leader. A fighter. She knows what she wants and gets it, regardless of cost. This is in life, love, and, especially, material goods. Daine sees herself as a tycoon and she certainly has the funds to back that claim. Her dream is to control all of Eden and then the world. Surprisingly, she is also a loyal servant to her master, the lord of the underworld himself.

Business aside, Daine is surprisingly easy to get along with... at first. She's charming and quick-witted, not to mention easy on the eyes. She the type of person that inspires absolutely loyalty in her subordinates. It's after a while that you begin to see the destructive, vengeful, malicious side of Daine. The side that would rather slit your throat than hear you speak.

As the leader of the New Devil Alliance (built from the ashes of the Delinquent Devils), all of these negative traits come in handy. They inspire and instill fear. Daine thrives off that. She thrives off of the fear that follows everywhere she goes. But, surprisingly, she's a relatively anonymous figure. She could walk into any one of the bars she owns and often have only her employees recognize her. It gives her and edge when meeting new people or dealing with an annoyance. Besides, she gets tired of the disbelief people aim at her when they really meet her for the first time. So short and pretty but a badass devil? It's naturally hard to believe.

When Daine is in a good mood, she is generous and forgiving. Drinks all around and you can even keep your life. It's time like that when people really begin to wonder how she came to become the devil's favorite. Pleasantness makes Daine almost cute. She hugs and smiles. Laughs with the rest.

It's the bad moods that remind people not to mess with the NDA leader. Her negative side a complete flip from her good humor. A bad mood from her means that there will most certainly be a body count. Daine is just slightly bi-polar that way.

history:
Daine Jules Descordes was created, not 'born', in Hell in 1830. It's rumored that her creation during the French Revolution of 1830 was more than a coincidence. In fact, Daine was designed to see to the overthrowing of King Charles X of France. It was the devil's first assignment for her. She was to stir passions among dangerous men and sew unrest in the stewpot of a country. Her lovely face and extravagant charm would work like the magic she hid beneath patient finger tips.

Her given name was Daine Jules de Descordes, which would later translate to the English Diana Julie of Discord. However, in early 19th century France, she simply went by Daine Jules. As her first weeks of existence progressed, Daine did her name justice as she put dangerous ideas into the heads of powerful men. Within the month, the devil had started a revolution.

Les Trois Glorieuses. The Three Glorious Days, as they would later be called. The start of Daine's rise to power. Those bloody days would signal the start to civil discord in France for years to come. Daine would, in fact, start another bloody revolution in 1848 and even sparked a brief revival of the Roman Inquisition in 1858. Le Semeur de Descorde, or the sower of discord, as she came to be called, spread her plots throughout the entity of Europe.

This successful reign of terror gained the young devil great favor in her masters eyes. He began to give her greater tasks. She was among the force of French troops who entered the Forbidden City in Beijing in 1866. Daine, with the help of one or two other devils, brought about the ruin of the Second French Empire.

Inevitably, Daine was withdrawn from France as humankind began doing all of the work for her. Several devils remained but there was no longer any need for Daine to carry out nefarious acts. Humans had plenty in mind already. On a vacation of sorts, the demon lazed about Hell, wreaking havoc and meeting people. One such person was Dameon Cedaric.

Dameon was special. He was the son of the devil himself and Daine was taken. She found she wanted him. The demon wanted to be him, she wanted to sleep with him (and did), she wanted everything about Dameon. He was dashing, ruthless, handsome. If devil's could love, Daine did. Like the loyal servant she was, Daine followed and obeyed. She learned. If she was good before, she was near perfect after him.

It was a match made in *ahem* heaven. That is, until Dameon was sent to conqueror Eden. Daine was held back in Hell, made to be the Devil's new pet. Waiting for her idol to return, Daine carried out her master's will in his own kingdom. She became the judge of souls and the creator of demons.

Mortal years passed as Daine awaited the day when Dameon would return and take back his position. She grew sick of dealing with the Devil's underlings and grew more harsh with each passing month. During this time, she became widely feared by all who knew her. She was an executioner. A cold-blooded killer. The day when she could return to ruining mortal lives never came because Dameon never returned.

One hot, hot day in Hell, the Devil found out about the battle in Eden. He found out that his son was dead but his body wasn't among the dead at the battle. Hell was worse than usual that day and Daine spread her fair share or torment.

14 years passed. Daine's grief faded and her ambitions grew. She wanted revenge. Closure. The cute demon, 219 years old by then, suggested she take a team to Eden. Take them and take over the city. And, on the side, find out just what the hell happened to her idol, the leader of the Devil's Delinquents.

One year later and the plan is still in action.

the lines

sample roleplay:

Daine's lovely, long black tail whipped about behind her angrily. It was the only indication at all that she was upset. Her wings were exposed and spread, the black membrane thin enough to let a little light through. In her black silk dress-pants and blood red silk shirt, Daine looked threatening. Something about the glint in her eyes warned everybody with sense to avoid her.

Heat shimmered over the buildings as if the very air itself reflected the angry demon's mood. To everybody in Hell, it was obviously a bad day. The Devil himself was angry at the most recent discovery from Eden. All demons and angels had somehow managed to kill eachother. Including the Devil's son, Dameon.

Daine had been particularly attached to Dameon. He was her idol. In fact, he was the reason she was one of the Devil's favorites. But just then, none of that mattered to her. The only thing that mattered was that Dameon was missing. Dead, even. And nothing could've upset her more.

"The first stage is anger," She announced to nobody in particular, her voice light and cheery. One of her under-studies, a new one will bright blue hair, thought that he could approach her to give her his regrets about Dameon. As he got within reach, Daine's tail whipped around her, and, in one quick move, slit the man's throat. Blood gushed down his shirt and covered the arrow-head of Daine's tail. She would not put up with foolishness today...

Idiots... The word rang clearly in her mind, as if Daine had spoken out loud. It was strange how grief affect somebody. Idiots, all of them. If Dameon's dead, then they don't deserve to live either. That thought surfaced and stuck in her mind as she eyed everybody on the street. The more she thought about it, the more she felt she was right. Her eyes slowly changed from their normal grey-green, to a bright scarlet color.

The street was, amazingly, lined with people. People who all knew who Daine was and apparently, didn't know her very well. Mouths hung agape as she coldly scanned their faces. She raised one arm, her hand limp, and pointed it at the nearest person. With an easy, casual flick of her hand, a brilliant shot of energy lanced from her hand and into the poor woman. The woman screamed and the beam went clean through her stomach and she dropped to the ground. Daine repeated this process on anybody foolish enough to remain in the street.

At the end of the day, Daine's body count was over fifty and she still didn't feel satisfied...