Eris Sybil Moreno // Fae [WIP]

[Jimmeh!]

Your Name: Jimmeh!

Requested Character: Eris Sybil Moreno

Appearance:

Because I'm perfect, yeah?

Personality:

As is typical for the Fair Folk, Eris has a certain appetite for destruction. She cares little for anything besides her own entertainment, and has been known to seek that entertainment in the form of toying with people for fun. While she is not incredibly vicious unless provoked, she is fiercely independent and loathes the idea of attachment, freewheeling and chaotic in every sense of the word. Typically if something in Chicago burns down with no discernible cause, she is behind it. Eris gets bored easily, and that is not a good thing, because her boredom gives way to destruction more often than not.

She loves chaos. It's amusing watching mortals scurrying around like rats trying to fix something that she's kicked off. It's not because she's innately malicious or anything. She just has a rather cruel sense of humour, and little care for the the paltry lives of mortals. Her amusement is FAR more important. Vain and self-absorbed, Eris does things because she wants to. If it happens to help you, don't start thinking she'll do it again. Because she probably won't. And will then burn the hair off the left side of your head just to amuse herself.

History:

Angel + Demon + Britainnia = Eris. They thought it would be a lovely romantic and secluded place to elope away from the prying eyes of pretty much everyone. Sort of worked. Except Succubi don't tend to be particularly monogamous partners. Her mother fooling around with several of the nearby tribesmen MIGHT have had something to do with her father decapitating her and abandoning his almost newborn daughter. Wonderful start to her life. She was taken in and raised by the men her mother had bedded, brought up in reverence, partially due to the memory of the vision of beauty her mother had been, and the fact that she spontaneously set fire to things.

Her history is littered with numerous incidents sparked by her innately destructive sense of humour, her absolute refusal to commit to any sort of relationship, and her proclivity for burning things, combined to create a hellish concoction that only a flame throwing nymph could bring to a party. It's not coincidence that the Greek goddess of discord shares her name. Her whimsical heart started the Trojan war, and her blazing fury razed the city to the ground to the ground. Constantinople burned because she found the place abhorrent to look at. Most notably, with respect to her current surroundings, she caused the Great Chicago Fire, which, ironically, was a complete accident, at least until she decided the fire looked fun.

Sample Post:

Some awesome nostalgia about Chicago's downtown before she sets fire to some more of it. It'll be there, promise ^^ Also, credit to South for the template. I luff you bby <3

[Jimmeh!]

★ a g e ★ quite old
★ g e n d e r ★ female
★ s p e c i e s ★ fae
★ c l a s s i f i c a t i o n ★ nymph
★ e l e m e n t ★ fire
★ s e x u a l i t y ★ pansexual

what a shame we all became
such fragile, broken things
a memory remains, just a tiny spark
i give it all my oxygen, so let the flames begin
let the flames begin, oh glory, oh glory

★ a p p e a r a n c e ★

Wait, you want me to tell you what I look like? Is my beauty truly so blinding? Huh, not the first time, I must admit. You mortal’s have such fragile physiology… Well, where can I start… I guess the basics, I am, what most people would call, frickin’ tiny. And they’re right. Four foot ten to be exact. Eighty pounds of fire nymph in it’s entirety. What can I say, we don’t follow your rules about anything, why should our bodies be any different? But yeah, I’m the whole package, slender limbs, elegant proportions, come on, lets be honest here, even from description, I’m the hottest woman you’re ever likely to meet. So yeah, I rock a great body, but I suppose I should tell you a bit more, just to flesh out the picture for you. Blonde hair falls in a veritable bed-head mess, to just below my shoulders, fringe slightly obscuring my left eye. Some people call it ‘just-had-sex’ hair. But you’ll find out what that actually looks like when I think you’re good and ready babe. Speaking of my eyes, if you could truly look into them, you’d be falling into twin pools of hazel. Some say that eternity dances in my eyes, and that you can see the reflection of the world in them, but personally, I just think mischief frolicks freely within these irises. Beguiling I suppose you could call them, but like my very soul, as skittish and capricious as the winds, as likely to blaze with fires of passion as my incandescent fury on a given day. They sit astride a gracefully sloping, slightly upturned nose, elegant and in perfect proportion to the rest of my features, crowning a pair of full lips, lips that have begun and ended empires, started wars and toppled the greatest of men. These lips so often graced by a teasing, playful smirk. Much like one I’m wearing right now.

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this is how we'll dance
when they try to
take us down
this is what will be
oh glory

★ p e r s o n a l i t y ★

WIP WIP WIP WIP

somewhere weaknesses are strength
and i'll die searching for it
i can't let myself regret such selfishness
my pain and all the trouble caused
no matter how long

★ h i s t o r y ★

WIP WIP WIP WIP

i believe that there's hope
buried beneath it all
and hiding beneath it all
and g r o w i n g
beneath it all and

★ c o m m e n t s / o t h e r ★

★ f a c e c l a i m ★ billie piper

★ o t h e r s p e e c h ★ E5BC61
★ e m p h a s i s ★ E2904E
★ m a i n ★ DF653C
★ f l a s h b a c k ★ DC3A29
★ s p e e c h ★ DA0F17

★ s o n g ★ let the flames begin - paramore

this is how we'll dance when they try to take us down
this is how we'll sing, yeah
this is how we'll stand
when they burn our houses down
this is what will be, oh glory

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