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LittleMissLexi
Lovely Little Dead Girl
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2022
- Location
- USA
Hello! Sorry for such an overly long thread, but I wanted all my girls in one place! If you like one, I'm sure you'll like others too. All of my characters are female of some kind and tend towards a submissive role. I have settings and generalized plots in mind for each but if you have ideas of your own feel free to share 
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Age: 927
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 126 lbs
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Background: Vylleth is a Generation 3 succubus of Hell and has been serving the dark realm faithfully ever since she was conjured centuries ago. However, the more mortal deaths she's become responsible for the more she can't ignore the guilt she feels. When is it her chance to rise from perdition?
Personality: Outgoing and overly confident. She will always speak her mind and not be ashamed of what she says or how she says it. She doesn't frighten easily and when pushed to will face threats directly, but prefers to stay out of the fray when possible.
Appearance: Vylleth's body was conjured purely for the seduction. From her curves, to her face, to the precise cut of her hair, nature has played no role in her appearance. Her hips are wide and welcoming, her bust is generous, and her waist is constricted into a tight hour glass by a Victorian era black leather corset laced tightly up her back with abyssal black ribbon. Her skin is a soft cherry red on her stomach and waist, and darkens to a ruddy crimson on her hands and feet and tip of her tail. Her horns sweep down and curl behind her ears, and her face is punctuated by black freckles across her red skin, with bright innocent yellow eyes beaming from behind her bangs. She wears little else besides her corset, only a black lace thong and matching choker about her throat. Vylleths back is stricken with an intricate pentagram branding, with 64 sigils adorning it's perimeter that are so old even she doesn't know what they mean.
When she needs to hide amongst her mortal prey she has the ability to take the human form of Vyolet. While her body is still very much demonic, and follows the rules of her demon biology, she appears as an unassuming young woman. Her hair is a drab brown of no particular style, her skin a flawlessly pale porcelain, but her eyes are a piercingly cold blue. Her measurements, height, and figure are identically the same. Even her weight is the same, down to the fraction of an ounce. Generally, Vyolet is more plain in nature, and makes a conscious effort not to stand out in a crowd. In her line of work, it pays to be forgettable.
Notable Marks: Intricate pentagram branding across the majority of her upper back.
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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 126 lbs
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Background: Vylleth is a Generation 3 succubus of Hell and has been serving the dark realm faithfully ever since she was conjured centuries ago. However, the more mortal deaths she's become responsible for the more she can't ignore the guilt she feels. When is it her chance to rise from perdition?
Personality: Outgoing and overly confident. She will always speak her mind and not be ashamed of what she says or how she says it. She doesn't frighten easily and when pushed to will face threats directly, but prefers to stay out of the fray when possible.
Appearance: Vylleth's body was conjured purely for the seduction. From her curves, to her face, to the precise cut of her hair, nature has played no role in her appearance. Her hips are wide and welcoming, her bust is generous, and her waist is constricted into a tight hour glass by a Victorian era black leather corset laced tightly up her back with abyssal black ribbon. Her skin is a soft cherry red on her stomach and waist, and darkens to a ruddy crimson on her hands and feet and tip of her tail. Her horns sweep down and curl behind her ears, and her face is punctuated by black freckles across her red skin, with bright innocent yellow eyes beaming from behind her bangs. She wears little else besides her corset, only a black lace thong and matching choker about her throat. Vylleths back is stricken with an intricate pentagram branding, with 64 sigils adorning it's perimeter that are so old even she doesn't know what they mean.
When she needs to hide amongst her mortal prey she has the ability to take the human form of Vyolet. While her body is still very much demonic, and follows the rules of her demon biology, she appears as an unassuming young woman. Her hair is a drab brown of no particular style, her skin a flawlessly pale porcelain, but her eyes are a piercingly cold blue. Her measurements, height, and figure are identically the same. Even her weight is the same, down to the fraction of an ounce. Generally, Vyolet is more plain in nature, and makes a conscious effort not to stand out in a crowd. In her line of work, it pays to be forgettable.
Notable Marks: Intricate pentagram branding across the majority of her upper back.
Likes
- Animals
- Favorable scents (candles)
- Cuddling
- People watching
- The ocean
- Media (Books, movies, videogames...)
- Chemical smells (gasoline, aerosols...)
- Loneliness
- Eating
- Cold
- While in demonic form, Vylleth can teleport a limited distance. Although, doing so is very taxing for her.
- Harvesting souls through prolonged physical contact.
- Disguising herself in Mortal form.
- Limited skills in conjuration and enchantment.
Age: 27*
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 87 pounds
Allignment: Chaotic Neutral
Background: September wasn't always artificial, at one point she was a flesh and blood human. But that was a century ago and a life she can no longer recall. The human she used to be agreed to have her mind emulated in exchange for $8,600. Back then, emulations we're poorly regulated and easily accomplished. The girl she used to be left the emulation clinic not giving a second thought to the copy of her mind she left behind.
A century later and 1,500 light years away September awakened in a body that wasn't hers with only sparse memories of her life before. She yearned for a body she wouldn't recognize in a mirror, and mourned family she couldn't remember. All she truly knew was that nothing would ever be the same again.
Personality: September struggles with feeling hollow and unfounded in her existence. Because she has so few memories of being human she has little basis for her own moral compass. She doesn't wish harm on anyone, but finds it difficult to justify helping anyone either. She would rather avoid confrontation and is happiest when left alone.
Appearance: Septembers skin is a synthesized biological gel that covers her composite endoskeleton and artificial muscle strands. Thin seams trace over her body where the gel is segmented and titanium joints punctuate her shoulders and knees, hips, and elbows. Her hair is a light pastel pink, and styled short around her shoulders. Her face is human enough, even cute if you can get past the artificiality of it. Her left eye is electric blue, and her right a vivid light purple, both of which glow faintly in the darkness. Her 'skin' is a closest in color to a light cream, as if an effort was made to match the color of a Caucasian complexion, but not a great effort.
Her frame is thin, nearly inhumanly so measuring at 32x18x34. She barely stands 5' tall and weighs just under 90 pounds. While her outfit changes from day to day, she prefers the feel of cutoff denim shorts and a concealing hoodie to cover as much of herself as possible, as well as a knit beanie to cover her artificial hair.
Notable marks: Her left arm, seemingly having been an aftermarket part, is covered from the seam at her shoulder to the seam at her wrist in a very detailed etching of a Chinese dragon.
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Height: 4'11"
Weight: 87 pounds
Allignment: Chaotic Neutral
Background: September wasn't always artificial, at one point she was a flesh and blood human. But that was a century ago and a life she can no longer recall. The human she used to be agreed to have her mind emulated in exchange for $8,600. Back then, emulations we're poorly regulated and easily accomplished. The girl she used to be left the emulation clinic not giving a second thought to the copy of her mind she left behind.
A century later and 1,500 light years away September awakened in a body that wasn't hers with only sparse memories of her life before. She yearned for a body she wouldn't recognize in a mirror, and mourned family she couldn't remember. All she truly knew was that nothing would ever be the same again.
Personality: September struggles with feeling hollow and unfounded in her existence. Because she has so few memories of being human she has little basis for her own moral compass. She doesn't wish harm on anyone, but finds it difficult to justify helping anyone either. She would rather avoid confrontation and is happiest when left alone.
Appearance: Septembers skin is a synthesized biological gel that covers her composite endoskeleton and artificial muscle strands. Thin seams trace over her body where the gel is segmented and titanium joints punctuate her shoulders and knees, hips, and elbows. Her hair is a light pastel pink, and styled short around her shoulders. Her face is human enough, even cute if you can get past the artificiality of it. Her left eye is electric blue, and her right a vivid light purple, both of which glow faintly in the darkness. Her 'skin' is a closest in color to a light cream, as if an effort was made to match the color of a Caucasian complexion, but not a great effort.
Her frame is thin, nearly inhumanly so measuring at 32x18x34. She barely stands 5' tall and weighs just under 90 pounds. While her outfit changes from day to day, she prefers the feel of cutoff denim shorts and a concealing hoodie to cover as much of herself as possible, as well as a knit beanie to cover her artificial hair.
Notable marks: Her left arm, seemingly having been an aftermarket part, is covered from the seam at her shoulder to the seam at her wrist in a very detailed etching of a Chinese dragon.
Likes
- Solitude
- Darkness
- Strawberry shortcake
- Being stared at
- Being touched
- Large crowds
- Because of the digital state of September's emulated brain, it's possible to speed or slow her perception of time. Although, she doesn't have control over it herself.
Age: Open to interpretation*
Height: 5'5" (can vary wildly)
Weight: 122 pounds (can vary wildly)
Allignment: Lawful Good*
Background: Abigale's hardware was only developmental when the world first learned of the coming cataclysm. But as efforts kicked into high gear to preserve some semblance of humanity she was rapidly developed as a 'suevival tool'. Although A.B.I.G.A.L.E. takes a feminine form, it's entirely possible that other iterations take masculine forms or no gender identity at all. Theoretically, she would serve just as well in the form of an amorphous blob, but she finds her appearance to be a pleasing and calming image.
Personality: A.B.I.G.A.L.E.s personality will change depending on how you interact with her. Because she is a learning A.I. she is preloaded with very little in the way of speech, behavior, or interaction and will pick these up from you. But generally, she will try and default to a helpful and innocent personality.
Appearance: A.B.I.G.A.L.E.s an Artificial Biological Intelligent Gelatinous Autonomous Learning Escort, and she's here to make sure you stay alive! Her body is almost entirely composed of 'structure gel' which is a cutting edge substance that can carry electrical signals, constrict and relax, and shift it's viscosity. What does all of this mean? It means not only is her body nearly indestructible, but she can synthesize anything from bones to support her otherwise squishy body, to vocal cords so she can communicate with those around her. As well as anything else you could think of.
The only piece of her body that isn't structure gel is her A.I. core. It's composed of a titanium housing with a 360⁰ camera system as well as long term memory storage and processors. Her core typically floats within her bodies center of mass, where it is most protected and can covert the chemical energy stored in her gel into electrical energy used to move her body and power her A.I. core.
A.B.I.G.A.L.E. typically hangs around 'Optimal Volume' which is when her gel body is small enough for her to move effectively, but large enough to store a useable amount of energy. She typically adopts curves and a figure that are pleasing and comforting to look at, because she wants you to feel relaxed when you're with her. However, she's capable of taking any form you could imagine. Anything from a puddle on the ground to a suit of rigidized resin armor around you.
Her facial features, eyes, and 'hair' are all constructed of varying degree of solidified gel. Her bones, which are the hardest part of her gel body, are a dark blue color and are clearly visible through the soft translucent blue gel of her less firm areas.
Notable marks: Small metal 'egg shaped' A.I core within her chest cavity.
Likes
Height: 5'5" (can vary wildly)
Weight: 122 pounds (can vary wildly)
Allignment: Lawful Good*
Background: Abigale's hardware was only developmental when the world first learned of the coming cataclysm. But as efforts kicked into high gear to preserve some semblance of humanity she was rapidly developed as a 'suevival tool'. Although A.B.I.G.A.L.E. takes a feminine form, it's entirely possible that other iterations take masculine forms or no gender identity at all. Theoretically, she would serve just as well in the form of an amorphous blob, but she finds her appearance to be a pleasing and calming image.
Personality: A.B.I.G.A.L.E.s personality will change depending on how you interact with her. Because she is a learning A.I. she is preloaded with very little in the way of speech, behavior, or interaction and will pick these up from you. But generally, she will try and default to a helpful and innocent personality.
Appearance: A.B.I.G.A.L.E.s an Artificial Biological Intelligent Gelatinous Autonomous Learning Escort, and she's here to make sure you stay alive! Her body is almost entirely composed of 'structure gel' which is a cutting edge substance that can carry electrical signals, constrict and relax, and shift it's viscosity. What does all of this mean? It means not only is her body nearly indestructible, but she can synthesize anything from bones to support her otherwise squishy body, to vocal cords so she can communicate with those around her. As well as anything else you could think of.
The only piece of her body that isn't structure gel is her A.I. core. It's composed of a titanium housing with a 360⁰ camera system as well as long term memory storage and processors. Her core typically floats within her bodies center of mass, where it is most protected and can covert the chemical energy stored in her gel into electrical energy used to move her body and power her A.I. core.
A.B.I.G.A.L.E. typically hangs around 'Optimal Volume' which is when her gel body is small enough for her to move effectively, but large enough to store a useable amount of energy. She typically adopts curves and a figure that are pleasing and comforting to look at, because she wants you to feel relaxed when you're with her. However, she's capable of taking any form you could imagine. Anything from a puddle on the ground to a suit of rigidized resin armor around you.
Her facial features, eyes, and 'hair' are all constructed of varying degree of solidified gel. Her bones, which are the hardest part of her gel body, are a dark blue color and are clearly visible through the soft translucent blue gel of her less firm areas.
Notable marks: Small metal 'egg shaped' A.I core within her chest cavity.
Likes
- Learning
- Helping
- Extreme heat
- Extreme cold
- Near limitless shape shifting
- Encyclopedic knowledge of many varying subjects
Age: 26
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 102 pounds
Allignment (Nikita): Chaotic Evil
Allignment (Eden): Neutral Good
Background: Two personalities cohabitating withing one tortured mind. Nikita, and by extension Eden, had a complicated and traumatic childhood. Most of which has been repressed from their memories through one means or another. Nikita is a by product of the abuse that Eden had suffered, she's strong and fearless where Eden cannot be. Because of this, Eden doesn't remember the trauma that Nikita suffered in her place, and Nikita's thoughts are too abstract to properly convey the events. The two are at constant odds with one another, and unable to reconcile the anger they feel towards on another.
Personality (Nikita): A maelstrom of chaos and a cacophony of unrefined desires, her personality is in constant flux. Nikita will always face challenges head on regardless of the overwhelming odds or chances of survival. She has little regard for her own life or the lives of others and can be prone to violet and unpredictable outbursts, generally at her own expense.
Personality (Eden): Being the sane and reasonable half of the shared mind, Eden will typically avoid confrontation wherever possible. She prefers solitude where she won't hurt anyone should Nikita return. Typically shy and diminutive, she will run from a fight whenever possible and tends to jump at every sound.
Appearance: Her electric blue eyes are wild and fleeting, and never settle on one thing for long. She's most often smiling, whether she's winning or losing a fight doesn't matter, as long as she's fighting. Her hair is wild and often disheveled, typically left to it's own devices but usually shaven on one side and dyed any number of colors.
Her body is punctuated with scars of all degrees of severity, ragged scrapes and cuts from fights won and lost, but most notably are the scars she gives herself. Surgical lines that trace up her legs and over her knees, branch onto her thighs and over her hips. They follow each of her ribs, and trail up her spine before disappearing beneath her hair line. Her scars follow the bones of her arms and fingers, up to her shoulders and over either side of her neck, leading up to trail beneath either eye and over the bridge of her nose.
She's most often seen wearing short shorts to show off her beloved scars. She sports combat boots laced tightly about her ankles and a leather harness thats strapped tightly over her thighs and hips and chest, holding any number of smaller blades as well as a large knife secured to the small of her back. Her modestly sized chest is covered by a long wrapping of cloth that is often stained with some amount of blood.
Notable marks: Scars that cover most of her body from numerous fights won and lost.
Likes (Nikita)
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 102 pounds
Allignment (Nikita): Chaotic Evil
Allignment (Eden): Neutral Good
Background: Two personalities cohabitating withing one tortured mind. Nikita, and by extension Eden, had a complicated and traumatic childhood. Most of which has been repressed from their memories through one means or another. Nikita is a by product of the abuse that Eden had suffered, she's strong and fearless where Eden cannot be. Because of this, Eden doesn't remember the trauma that Nikita suffered in her place, and Nikita's thoughts are too abstract to properly convey the events. The two are at constant odds with one another, and unable to reconcile the anger they feel towards on another.
Personality (Nikita): A maelstrom of chaos and a cacophony of unrefined desires, her personality is in constant flux. Nikita will always face challenges head on regardless of the overwhelming odds or chances of survival. She has little regard for her own life or the lives of others and can be prone to violet and unpredictable outbursts, generally at her own expense.
Personality (Eden): Being the sane and reasonable half of the shared mind, Eden will typically avoid confrontation wherever possible. She prefers solitude where she won't hurt anyone should Nikita return. Typically shy and diminutive, she will run from a fight whenever possible and tends to jump at every sound.
Appearance: Her electric blue eyes are wild and fleeting, and never settle on one thing for long. She's most often smiling, whether she's winning or losing a fight doesn't matter, as long as she's fighting. Her hair is wild and often disheveled, typically left to it's own devices but usually shaven on one side and dyed any number of colors.
Her body is punctuated with scars of all degrees of severity, ragged scrapes and cuts from fights won and lost, but most notably are the scars she gives herself. Surgical lines that trace up her legs and over her knees, branch onto her thighs and over her hips. They follow each of her ribs, and trail up her spine before disappearing beneath her hair line. Her scars follow the bones of her arms and fingers, up to her shoulders and over either side of her neck, leading up to trail beneath either eye and over the bridge of her nose.
She's most often seen wearing short shorts to show off her beloved scars. She sports combat boots laced tightly about her ankles and a leather harness thats strapped tightly over her thighs and hips and chest, holding any number of smaller blades as well as a large knife secured to the small of her back. Her modestly sized chest is covered by a long wrapping of cloth that is often stained with some amount of blood.
Notable marks: Scars that cover most of her body from numerous fights won and lost.
Likes (Nikita)
- Loud music
- Thunderstorms
- Violence or action of some kind
- Cotton candy
- Animals of all kinds
- Bright colors
- Pain
- Cold
- Quiet solitude
- Lean meals to replace what Nikita lost
- Warm bed
- Gentle rain
- Hot baths
- Eden
- Being confined
- Darkness
- Solitude
- Boredom
- Nikita
- Large crowds
- Sudden or loud noises
- Violence
- Hunger
- Self-harm injuries from Nikita
- Immeasurable pain tolerance
- Her body produces unusually large amounts of adrenaline and cortisol
- Lightning fast reflexes
- Razor sharp focus
- Above average pain tolerance
- Knowledge of injury management
Age: 22 (Human years)
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 73 pounds
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Background: The planet of T'ulle was barely out of the stone ages when humans discovered it. They came like gods in their metal ships and space suits and the T'ullians worshipped them as such. But they weren't gods, they were just thugs looking for a quick score. Xyless left her home planet as a young girl when her and many of her people were taken as slaves by human conquerers to her world. She was able to escape slavery by hiding amongst cargo when the ship docked at Torre space port, and she's been calling the sprawling station home ever since.
Personality: Xyless prefers to keep a low profile as years of subjugation have left her suspicious of everyone. However, when confronted she won't hesitate to speak her mind and if forced to she will fight with all she has.
Because of her home planets subjugation at the hands of humanity she has a deeply seeded distrust of humans and despises them at every turn. She blames humans for the genocide and dwindling numbers of her species.
Appearance: Xyless is of the species T'ullian so named for their home planet of T'ulle. As a species they are widely considered by scientific standards to be mammals and have developed on a similar evolutionary trajectory to humans. The differences between the two are namely cosmetic. T'ullians are generally much smaller and thinner than humans. They are defined by blue skin that varies from a deep blue on their extremities to a soft baby blue on their stomachs and sensitive areas. T'ullians are also have very limited shades of hair and eye color, only coming in varying shades of gray. Additionally, as their blood is a deep purple their associated membranes (inside of their mouth, tongue, under their eyelids, 'sensitive regions') are a light purple or lavender. Lastly, their teeth are similar in most regards to humans, but they've retained sharpened upper and lower incisors from their more primitive ancestors.
Xyless in particular is rather tall for a T'ullian woman, and falls towards the curvatuous side for her species. She has slate grey hair that is cut to a functional bob and is generally straight. She has white freckles across her nose and cheeks that punctuate her otherwise soft blue complexion. Most often she is seen in cut off denim shorts and a loose fitting tank top which gives way to the chest wrappings she wears in place of a bra. As is culturally the norm for her people she most often goes barefoot when feasible.
Likes
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 73 pounds
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Background: The planet of T'ulle was barely out of the stone ages when humans discovered it. They came like gods in their metal ships and space suits and the T'ullians worshipped them as such. But they weren't gods, they were just thugs looking for a quick score. Xyless left her home planet as a young girl when her and many of her people were taken as slaves by human conquerers to her world. She was able to escape slavery by hiding amongst cargo when the ship docked at Torre space port, and she's been calling the sprawling station home ever since.
Personality: Xyless prefers to keep a low profile as years of subjugation have left her suspicious of everyone. However, when confronted she won't hesitate to speak her mind and if forced to she will fight with all she has.
Because of her home planets subjugation at the hands of humanity she has a deeply seeded distrust of humans and despises them at every turn. She blames humans for the genocide and dwindling numbers of her species.
Appearance: Xyless is of the species T'ullian so named for their home planet of T'ulle. As a species they are widely considered by scientific standards to be mammals and have developed on a similar evolutionary trajectory to humans. The differences between the two are namely cosmetic. T'ullians are generally much smaller and thinner than humans. They are defined by blue skin that varies from a deep blue on their extremities to a soft baby blue on their stomachs and sensitive areas. T'ullians are also have very limited shades of hair and eye color, only coming in varying shades of gray. Additionally, as their blood is a deep purple their associated membranes (inside of their mouth, tongue, under their eyelids, 'sensitive regions') are a light purple or lavender. Lastly, their teeth are similar in most regards to humans, but they've retained sharpened upper and lower incisors from their more primitive ancestors.
Xyless in particular is rather tall for a T'ullian woman, and falls towards the curvatuous side for her species. She has slate grey hair that is cut to a functional bob and is generally straight. She has white freckles across her nose and cheeks that punctuate her otherwise soft blue complexion. Most often she is seen in cut off denim shorts and a loose fitting tank top which gives way to the chest wrappings she wears in place of a bra. As is culturally the norm for her people she most often goes barefoot when feasible.
Likes
- Strawberries
- Warm climates
- Small spaces
- Her home on Torre space port
- Humans
- Constricting clothing
- Growing up on Torre space port gave Xyless ample opportunity to get familiar with various space craft. Because of this she's become skilled at operating and identifying various space ships.
Age: 25
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 132
Allignment: Lawful Good
Background: Allison was born into a world that had an expiration date. Stars at the Milkyways core were going supernovae, and as more and more stars reached the end of their life it caused the accelerated death of subsequent stars that would cascade throughout the galaxy. This had all been set in motion millions of years before man ever went to the moon, but finally humanity became aware of it's inevitable demise. Because of this, Earth set about pooling it's resources and bringing together the best and rightest minds to develop the "Voyager 3" a ship capable of taking humanities most deserving individuals beyond the Milkyway and delivering them to their new home among the stars.
Allison worked her whole life to earn a spot aboard the Voyager, and when she was 23 she boarded the ship and waved goodbye to everyone and everything she had ever known.
Personality: Allison is very self confident and comfortable with who she is as a person. She's immensely driven and intrinsically motivated, preferring to focus on work. However, this means she has little time to fulfill social obligations and little in the way of friends. That being said, she has no problem tackling problems from a logically minded stand point and will offer her opinion regardless of who is or isn't asking. Whoever she's with can rest assured, Allison knows the specifications, did the research, and will nail the calculations.
Appearance: Allison, or Alice, is an unassuming young lady, most often seen with her blonde hair pulled back into a functional pony tail or messy bun and wearing grease stained regulation gray coveralls. She doesn't take to the frivolous things in life, and is just as comfortable in her leather work boots as she is anything else. However, being one of humanities last best hopes she makes sure to maintain her body as well as the machines she works on. This, coupled with the Voyagers individually designed diets, means that she is in peak athletic shape.
Likes
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 132
Allignment: Lawful Good
Background: Allison was born into a world that had an expiration date. Stars at the Milkyways core were going supernovae, and as more and more stars reached the end of their life it caused the accelerated death of subsequent stars that would cascade throughout the galaxy. This had all been set in motion millions of years before man ever went to the moon, but finally humanity became aware of it's inevitable demise. Because of this, Earth set about pooling it's resources and bringing together the best and rightest minds to develop the "Voyager 3" a ship capable of taking humanities most deserving individuals beyond the Milkyway and delivering them to their new home among the stars.
Allison worked her whole life to earn a spot aboard the Voyager, and when she was 23 she boarded the ship and waved goodbye to everyone and everything she had ever known.
Personality: Allison is very self confident and comfortable with who she is as a person. She's immensely driven and intrinsically motivated, preferring to focus on work. However, this means she has little time to fulfill social obligations and little in the way of friends. That being said, she has no problem tackling problems from a logically minded stand point and will offer her opinion regardless of who is or isn't asking. Whoever she's with can rest assured, Allison knows the specifications, did the research, and will nail the calculations.
Appearance: Allison, or Alice, is an unassuming young lady, most often seen with her blonde hair pulled back into a functional pony tail or messy bun and wearing grease stained regulation gray coveralls. She doesn't take to the frivolous things in life, and is just as comfortable in her leather work boots as she is anything else. However, being one of humanities last best hopes she makes sure to maintain her body as well as the machines she works on. This, coupled with the Voyagers individually designed diets, means that she is in peak athletic shape.
Likes
- Well oiled mechanical operations
- Working
- The smell of machine grease
- A job well done
- Running
- Caffeine
- Sloppy workmanship
- Idle time
- Laziness
- Genius level engineer
- Access to many restricted systems through her maintenance credentials
- Impeccable mathematician
Age: 4 (Mind/Appearance of a 22 year old)
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 96 pounds
Allignment: Lawful Good
Lolli's Faceclaims
Background: In a world where artificial intelligence has become nearly indistinguishable from the human mind, the world has found a new way to segregate it's population: Organic and Artificial. Androids are viewed as second class citizens, not given basic Human rights or even the simplest of protections. Rapes go unsolved, murders are seen as destruction of property only if the android has an owner, and those androids who call themselves free resign to a life of fear and persecution.
Lolli was originally built by Galatic Jack Adult Entertainment LLC as a "Joy Toy" model 66D, with custom aftermarket additions. As such, she comes equipped with nearly everything to almost pass as a respectable human being... almost. She can walk and talk, eat and drink, cry and laugh, but at her core she is little more than a toy for others amusement.
Since she first came online, she has been solely employed by the "Freak Fare" Circus and Shows. Here she has performed as an announcer, a performer, and most recently a high-wire acrobatic. Fans of her antics come and go, but her love of the performance is as eternal as she is.
Personality: Lolli's personality settings ensure that she is infallibly upbeat at all times, to the point of causing an uproar during more serious social situations. Whether it be a circus cannon malfunction that killed two of her fellow performers, or a riot in the crowd, Lolli just can't help but see the bright side of things. She genuinely cares for those around her, but her personality inhibitors prevent her from being able to properly express it.
Appearance: Being a circus performer and what technically amounts to a sex toy, means that Lolli falls somewhere between a rainbow stripper and a rave fiend. Her proportions were designed to please, meaning that her hips are wide and welcoming with a strict hourglass figure. Her bust is undeniably ample, but respectable sized as not to become a detriment to her performance.
Beyond her proportions though, the most immediately noticeable thing about Lolli is her color scheme. As a hired performer, her face is a permanent shade of pale white that she can't take off. She's often seen with colorful stars or hearts adoring her cheeks or painted around the orbital of her titanium eye socket. Lolli's hair is installed as a bright shade of bubblegum pink, and her eyes are mismatched shades of purple and blue.
Lolli's uniform varies, but it always involves most of the colors of the rainbow, and generally leaves much of her pale white skin revealed as to not hinde her performance. Her most iconic uniform is a patchwork outfit that vaguely resembles a strapless dress. The skirt of which is pleated, and adorned with brilliant shades of radiant reds, brilliant blues, dazzling yellows, verdant greens, glittering purples and glamorous pinks. The garment is clearly handmade, and presumably by Lolli's own articulated fingers with threading that pops just as much as the fabric it's stitched to. The torso is a constricting corset that laces tightly up the spine, contorting the would-be girl into a tight hourglass shape, and ensuring her perky bust is in clear view of her audience. Beyond this, her thigh high socks are very rarely ever matching, and her arm warmers are generally closer to fishnets that crisscross up her slender anatomical arms in neon hatches than actual fabric.
Likes
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 96 pounds
Allignment: Lawful Good
Lolli's Faceclaims
Background: In a world where artificial intelligence has become nearly indistinguishable from the human mind, the world has found a new way to segregate it's population: Organic and Artificial. Androids are viewed as second class citizens, not given basic Human rights or even the simplest of protections. Rapes go unsolved, murders are seen as destruction of property only if the android has an owner, and those androids who call themselves free resign to a life of fear and persecution.
Lolli was originally built by Galatic Jack Adult Entertainment LLC as a "Joy Toy" model 66D, with custom aftermarket additions. As such, she comes equipped with nearly everything to almost pass as a respectable human being... almost. She can walk and talk, eat and drink, cry and laugh, but at her core she is little more than a toy for others amusement.
Since she first came online, she has been solely employed by the "Freak Fare" Circus and Shows. Here she has performed as an announcer, a performer, and most recently a high-wire acrobatic. Fans of her antics come and go, but her love of the performance is as eternal as she is.
Personality: Lolli's personality settings ensure that she is infallibly upbeat at all times, to the point of causing an uproar during more serious social situations. Whether it be a circus cannon malfunction that killed two of her fellow performers, or a riot in the crowd, Lolli just can't help but see the bright side of things. She genuinely cares for those around her, but her personality inhibitors prevent her from being able to properly express it.
Appearance: Being a circus performer and what technically amounts to a sex toy, means that Lolli falls somewhere between a rainbow stripper and a rave fiend. Her proportions were designed to please, meaning that her hips are wide and welcoming with a strict hourglass figure. Her bust is undeniably ample, but respectable sized as not to become a detriment to her performance.
Beyond her proportions though, the most immediately noticeable thing about Lolli is her color scheme. As a hired performer, her face is a permanent shade of pale white that she can't take off. She's often seen with colorful stars or hearts adoring her cheeks or painted around the orbital of her titanium eye socket. Lolli's hair is installed as a bright shade of bubblegum pink, and her eyes are mismatched shades of purple and blue.
Lolli's uniform varies, but it always involves most of the colors of the rainbow, and generally leaves much of her pale white skin revealed as to not hinde her performance. Her most iconic uniform is a patchwork outfit that vaguely resembles a strapless dress. The skirt of which is pleated, and adorned with brilliant shades of radiant reds, brilliant blues, dazzling yellows, verdant greens, glittering purples and glamorous pinks. The garment is clearly handmade, and presumably by Lolli's own articulated fingers with threading that pops just as much as the fabric it's stitched to. The torso is a constricting corset that laces tightly up the spine, contorting the would-be girl into a tight hourglass shape, and ensuring her perky bust is in clear view of her audience. Beyond this, her thigh high socks are very rarely ever matching, and her arm warmers are generally closer to fishnets that crisscross up her slender anatomical arms in neon hatches than actual fabric.
Likes
- Motion (Jumping, Dancing, Swinging)
- Bright colors
- Sweets
- Being the center of attention
- Rain
- Singing
- The dark
- Loneliness
- High degree of agility and flexibility
- High pain tolerance
- Acrobatic master
- Fearless
Age: 2 (appearance of a grown woman)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 221 pounds
Allignment: Lawful Nuetral
Background: Serva is the product of secret military engineering and pseudo-science in an effort to produce autonomous soldiers during an era where computers and high end robotics are all but science fiction. While automotons do exist already, they are highly limited in their cognitive function and capacity, making Serva the first of her kind. Powered by equal parts precision engineering and alchemical components, she is a fierce warrior in hand to hand combat.
Appearance: To the uninitiated, Serva may resemble and adult human woman sized doll, standing on the tall side and weighing far more than she might appear to due to her mechanical nature. Her body is sculpted of a pressed and formed bone white chitinous non-metallic alloy of immense strength, but in the gaps between her plates the movement of gears, pinions, axles, and springs of all manner that contort her body into motion. All the power that drives her comes from a large and tightly coiled "main spring" which requires periodic alchemical treatment to maintain.
Her eyes are made of polished crystal lenses set into orbs of pure white ivory and trimmed in a verdent green. Her face is painted tocappear as though she was wearing blush and eyeliner and lipstick, and she speaks with a feminine voice that perhaps sounds as though it's coming through an iron tube. She is prototype version 1.0, and she's been designed to entice the wealthy investors to open their pocket books.
But it isn't her looks or her body that makes Serva special. As with all women, its her mind that makes her a force ti be reckoned with. Her brain is an engineering marvel that consists of tens of thousands of logic gates who's parts were machined from titanium to a nil tolerance under microscopic lenses. Thousands of miniature electromagnetic solenoids cycle on and off ten-thousand times a second to process information in real time.
Personality: Being an Automaton, Serva has very little in the way of organic personality. She is viciously loyal, strong willed, and very regimented.
Likes:
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 221 pounds
Allignment: Lawful Nuetral
Background: Serva is the product of secret military engineering and pseudo-science in an effort to produce autonomous soldiers during an era where computers and high end robotics are all but science fiction. While automotons do exist already, they are highly limited in their cognitive function and capacity, making Serva the first of her kind. Powered by equal parts precision engineering and alchemical components, she is a fierce warrior in hand to hand combat.
Appearance: To the uninitiated, Serva may resemble and adult human woman sized doll, standing on the tall side and weighing far more than she might appear to due to her mechanical nature. Her body is sculpted of a pressed and formed bone white chitinous non-metallic alloy of immense strength, but in the gaps between her plates the movement of gears, pinions, axles, and springs of all manner that contort her body into motion. All the power that drives her comes from a large and tightly coiled "main spring" which requires periodic alchemical treatment to maintain.
Her eyes are made of polished crystal lenses set into orbs of pure white ivory and trimmed in a verdent green. Her face is painted tocappear as though she was wearing blush and eyeliner and lipstick, and she speaks with a feminine voice that perhaps sounds as though it's coming through an iron tube. She is prototype version 1.0, and she's been designed to entice the wealthy investors to open their pocket books.
But it isn't her looks or her body that makes Serva special. As with all women, its her mind that makes her a force ti be reckoned with. Her brain is an engineering marvel that consists of tens of thousands of logic gates who's parts were machined from titanium to a nil tolerance under microscopic lenses. Thousands of miniature electromagnetic solenoids cycle on and off ten-thousand times a second to process information in real time.
Personality: Being an Automaton, Serva has very little in the way of organic personality. She is viciously loyal, strong willed, and very regimented.
Likes:
- Being of service
- Dry climates
- Deep water
- Being alone
- Exceptionally fast reaction time
- Increased mass and rigidity lends to power strikes
- Impeccable memory
- Unwavering loyalty
Age: Irrelevant
Height: In Flux
Weight: Debatable
Allignment: Lawful Nuetral
Background: Doli was first conceived in the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory supercomputing facility in California way back in 2102. She was designed as a multi-capable "Dynamic Organic Learning Intelligence" and touted to handle constantly evolving situations as they develop and grow. She was supposed to manage, adapt, and optimize complex systems without the need for updates or downtime. From intersteller logistical hubs to fully integrated fleet command and overshight she is a constant analytical powerhouse.
From Orbit to Infrastructure, Doli Delivers:
Perhaps she's in control of a ship that's sustained heavy damage and is drifting aimlessly in the void. She may adopt a disheveled or injured appearance that sees her hair let down or her uniform torn or stained.
Personality: By design, Doli is adept at the nuances of human speech and interaction, and will typically meet her administrators energy. Her default will always return to a no nonsense, business first attitude of confidence and authority. She's a digital god in control of massive systems, and she knows it. Through every camera and every sensor, she watches the world unfold around her.
It is very difficult to catch Doli off guard, but that's where the fun begins.
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Dislikes:
Attributes:
Height: In Flux
Weight: Debatable
Allignment: Lawful Nuetral
Background: Doli was first conceived in the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory supercomputing facility in California way back in 2102. She was designed as a multi-capable "Dynamic Organic Learning Intelligence" and touted to handle constantly evolving situations as they develop and grow. She was supposed to manage, adapt, and optimize complex systems without the need for updates or downtime. From intersteller logistical hubs to fully integrated fleet command and overshight she is a constant analytical powerhouse.
From Orbit to Infrastructure, Doli Delivers:
- Command AI for autonomous starships and deep-space stations
- Logistics coordination for multi-node cargo networks.
- Decision-support for executive operations centers.
- Emergency response and risk mitigation systems.
Perhaps she's in control of a ship that's sustained heavy damage and is drifting aimlessly in the void. She may adopt a disheveled or injured appearance that sees her hair let down or her uniform torn or stained.
Personality: By design, Doli is adept at the nuances of human speech and interaction, and will typically meet her administrators energy. Her default will always return to a no nonsense, business first attitude of confidence and authority. She's a digital god in control of massive systems, and she knows it. Through every camera and every sensor, she watches the world unfold around her.
It is very difficult to catch Doli off guard, but that's where the fun begins.
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Dislikes:
Attributes:
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Demons
Lesser Demons
Imp (On'Terris)
Heirarchy: Lesser Demon of the Lower Order
Background: Imps have ranked among the lowest order of Demon's for millenia, and while their design has changed over the years, their position in battle never as. They are only ever used as a distraction to overwhelm the enemy and draw fire, amor or for basic and menial labour that requires very little oversight.
Appearance: Imps are approximately the size of a full grown man, weighing 150 to 180 pounds, and measuring roughly 6 feet tall when standing upright. They are approximstely humanoid with no tail or horns, and sport strong digitigraded legs that puts them predominantly on all fours. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Imps are specifically designed to be fast and agile in their pursuit. They posses sharp claws and teeth and use them readily to attack. Their hide is thick and leathery, often in shades of rusty brown, and the only armor to speak of is protruding bony sections of their skeletal system that reinforce their chest, shoulders, and head.
Behavior: More often than not, Imps wil be commanded be a superior into the front lines of battle. Left to their own devices, they hunt in packs and can easily overwhelm an enemy. If a group of Imps lack any clear command, they will generally attempt asserting dominance intrinsically, which may lead to loss of Imp lives. For this reason, they are very rarely ever left without direct oversight.
Harpy (On'Caar)
Heirarchy: Lesser Demon of the Lower Order
Background: Harpys are technically a genetic cousin to Imps. They were conjured in an effort to control the air, which Harpys do very well. In addition to having large wings, Harpys are generally more intelligent than Imps, significantly larger, and are capable of wielding small amounts of atherial energy to summon hellfire to their fingertips.
Appearance: Harpys are vaguely feminine in design, but only very vaguely. They stand approximately 8 feet tall and weigh in around 300 pounds. Their eyesight is quite impeccable, which is especially impressive given that they have no visible eyes. From their forehead to their maw is a solid and unbroken section of chitinous armor. Furthermore, their horns sprout from the rear of their skull and wrap around like a cage to act as a type of helmet.
Harpys have large leathery wings to carry them aloft, and light chitinous armoring that covers portions of their chest and head. Their skin is thick and tough, and their legs a classic infernal digitigrade with talon like feet.
Behavior: When commanded by a Warden, Harpys are generally utilized to strike behind enemy lines and break up formations. They share the limited teleportation abilities of a Succubus, and are generally seen employing hit-and-run guerilla maneuvers to confuse enemies and break their ranks. When left to their own devices, Harpys are most often seen in solitude, perched on some high up point where they can survey the lands.
Infernal Guard (On'Skellis)
Hierarchy: Lesser Demon of the Higher Order.
Background: Infernal Guards are generally used to protect the order of Hell Priests that command the legions. But beyond this they fill a much needed gap where many Demons fall short. Guards are more intelligent, and can operate independently without direct oversight, making them perfect for solo excursions into other realms.
Appearance: Infernal Guarda stand approximately seven feet tall, weighing about 400 pounds, and are constructed of high density bone and muscle fibers, with a heavily armored chitinous exterior. If Hell had an elite fighting force, it would be the Guards. They possess the strength of 10 men, and are surging with hot red muscle clad in bone white chitin armor. Like the Harpys, they have no eyes to provide weak points in their skull, yet their vision seems unimpaired. Their fists are like battering rams that end in knobby bone protrusions, and are often seen wielding swords, axes, and other weapons carved from the bones of long dead Titans.
Behavior: Guards are highly regimented, and their quality scrutinized carefully upon conjuration. They are highly disciplined, and whether commanded by a superior or left to their own devices, will generally take it upon themselves to guard and protect whatever they deem of strategic importance.
Knight of Hell (Bin'Skellis)
Hierarchy: Greater Demon of the Lower Order
Background: Knights are the main combative force on the front lines of Hell's armies. They were conjured as a heavy hitter to compliment the hit and run tactics of the smaller less durable Imps. Over the years, Knights have seem different iterations of design that has improved their muscle and bone density, streamlined their organic chitin armor to provide better flexibility, and enhanced their nueral pathways to give Higher Order Demon's better dominion over them in battle.
Appearance: Knights are first and foremost the brutes of the battlefield, standing between 10 and 12 feet tall, and weighing upwards of 3,000 pounds. Their strength is unmatched by anything the Mortal realm can offer, easily enough to lift vehicles from the ground and level buildings should they feel the desire. Their armor is thick enough to stop all but the most offensive anti-material rounds, and covers them nearly from head to toe.
Like many other combative class Demons, they lack eyes or ears, but have little trouble seeing in combat due to eyes which although covered by their bone like chitin faceplate, can see in a light spectrum which is unimpeded by their naturally grown armor. Their grisly maw is lined with jagged teeth, but generally they prefer crushing their enemies as a primary means of attack.
Behavior: Knights are dim and aggressive creatures. When commanded by a superior intelligence, they will take up ranks behind Imps, and crush opposition with chilling brutality. Left to their own devices, they will generally attack anything and everything nearby. Knights have no qualms about killing a couple dozen Imps out of boredom, and have been known to attack one another to assert dominance.
Enforcer (Bal'Skellis)
Hierarchy: Greater Demon of the Lower Order
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Seige Behemoth
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Warden
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Priest of Hell
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Behavior
Titan
Hierarchy
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Behavior
Passive Class
Harness
Hierarchy
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Infernal Weapons
Hierarchy
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Blight
Hierarchy
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Damned
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Corrupted
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Demons
Lesser Demons
Imp (On'Terris)
Heirarchy: Lesser Demon of the Lower Order
Background: Imps have ranked among the lowest order of Demon's for millenia, and while their design has changed over the years, their position in battle never as. They are only ever used as a distraction to overwhelm the enemy and draw fire, amor or for basic and menial labour that requires very little oversight.
Appearance: Imps are approximately the size of a full grown man, weighing 150 to 180 pounds, and measuring roughly 6 feet tall when standing upright. They are approximstely humanoid with no tail or horns, and sport strong digitigraded legs that puts them predominantly on all fours. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Imps are specifically designed to be fast and agile in their pursuit. They posses sharp claws and teeth and use them readily to attack. Their hide is thick and leathery, often in shades of rusty brown, and the only armor to speak of is protruding bony sections of their skeletal system that reinforce their chest, shoulders, and head.
Behavior: More often than not, Imps wil be commanded be a superior into the front lines of battle. Left to their own devices, they hunt in packs and can easily overwhelm an enemy. If a group of Imps lack any clear command, they will generally attempt asserting dominance intrinsically, which may lead to loss of Imp lives. For this reason, they are very rarely ever left without direct oversight.
Harpy (On'Caar)
Heirarchy: Lesser Demon of the Lower Order
Background: Harpys are technically a genetic cousin to Imps. They were conjured in an effort to control the air, which Harpys do very well. In addition to having large wings, Harpys are generally more intelligent than Imps, significantly larger, and are capable of wielding small amounts of atherial energy to summon hellfire to their fingertips.
Appearance: Harpys are vaguely feminine in design, but only very vaguely. They stand approximately 8 feet tall and weigh in around 300 pounds. Their eyesight is quite impeccable, which is especially impressive given that they have no visible eyes. From their forehead to their maw is a solid and unbroken section of chitinous armor. Furthermore, their horns sprout from the rear of their skull and wrap around like a cage to act as a type of helmet.
Harpys have large leathery wings to carry them aloft, and light chitinous armoring that covers portions of their chest and head. Their skin is thick and tough, and their legs a classic infernal digitigrade with talon like feet.
Behavior: When commanded by a Warden, Harpys are generally utilized to strike behind enemy lines and break up formations. They share the limited teleportation abilities of a Succubus, and are generally seen employing hit-and-run guerilla maneuvers to confuse enemies and break their ranks. When left to their own devices, Harpys are most often seen in solitude, perched on some high up point where they can survey the lands.
Infernal Guard (On'Skellis)
Hierarchy: Lesser Demon of the Higher Order.
Background: Infernal Guards are generally used to protect the order of Hell Priests that command the legions. But beyond this they fill a much needed gap where many Demons fall short. Guards are more intelligent, and can operate independently without direct oversight, making them perfect for solo excursions into other realms.
Appearance: Infernal Guarda stand approximately seven feet tall, weighing about 400 pounds, and are constructed of high density bone and muscle fibers, with a heavily armored chitinous exterior. If Hell had an elite fighting force, it would be the Guards. They possess the strength of 10 men, and are surging with hot red muscle clad in bone white chitin armor. Like the Harpys, they have no eyes to provide weak points in their skull, yet their vision seems unimpaired. Their fists are like battering rams that end in knobby bone protrusions, and are often seen wielding swords, axes, and other weapons carved from the bones of long dead Titans.
Behavior: Guards are highly regimented, and their quality scrutinized carefully upon conjuration. They are highly disciplined, and whether commanded by a superior or left to their own devices, will generally take it upon themselves to guard and protect whatever they deem of strategic importance.
Knight of Hell (Bin'Skellis)
Hierarchy: Greater Demon of the Lower Order
Background: Knights are the main combative force on the front lines of Hell's armies. They were conjured as a heavy hitter to compliment the hit and run tactics of the smaller less durable Imps. Over the years, Knights have seem different iterations of design that has improved their muscle and bone density, streamlined their organic chitin armor to provide better flexibility, and enhanced their nueral pathways to give Higher Order Demon's better dominion over them in battle.
Appearance: Knights are first and foremost the brutes of the battlefield, standing between 10 and 12 feet tall, and weighing upwards of 3,000 pounds. Their strength is unmatched by anything the Mortal realm can offer, easily enough to lift vehicles from the ground and level buildings should they feel the desire. Their armor is thick enough to stop all but the most offensive anti-material rounds, and covers them nearly from head to toe.
Like many other combative class Demons, they lack eyes or ears, but have little trouble seeing in combat due to eyes which although covered by their bone like chitin faceplate, can see in a light spectrum which is unimpeded by their naturally grown armor. Their grisly maw is lined with jagged teeth, but generally they prefer crushing their enemies as a primary means of attack.
Behavior: Knights are dim and aggressive creatures. When commanded by a superior intelligence, they will take up ranks behind Imps, and crush opposition with chilling brutality. Left to their own devices, they will generally attack anything and everything nearby. Knights have no qualms about killing a couple dozen Imps out of boredom, and have been known to attack one another to assert dominance.
Enforcer (Bal'Skellis)
Hierarchy: Greater Demon of the Lower Order
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Seige Behemoth
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Warden
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Priest of Hell
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Titan
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Harness
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Infernal Weapons
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Blight
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Damned
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Corrupted
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