Rashka Perfidia Calliditas

Succubus Warrior/Ravisher/Murderess — Neutral Evil
Created by Jupiter Jade Thor


Stats / Appearance
Gender	Female
Age	???
Status	Single
Alias	rashka_perfidia_calliditas
Gamescape	Yahoo!
Location	Underworlds
Appearance/ Stats	SUCCUBUS FORM Height – 5’9 Weight – 132 1bs Eyes – Red pupils, black iris Ears – High and pointed Hair – Mid Back Black, usually kept up and back. Skin – Milky Red Build – Seductive, Lean muscular. Horns – Long curling back over the head. Red/Black Wings – Red/Black horned, draconic look, no feathers Tail – 6 ft solid muscle red, black spikes at the end Rashka Perfidia Calliditas (the Latin meaning for her name – Treacherous Faithless Cunning) rarely comes above the crusts of the worlds less it be for personal business or orders from the dark one himself. However, when she does her form is usually Succubus. Powerful, proud, and uncaring she walks the earth nude when preying or working on individuals within the dark of the nights in which she usually reigns and performs the acts well known for a succubus. However, if presenting herself before others not of her worlds, she will adorn herself in a little more than the usual piercings, horn rings, and cuffs she so likes to prowl around in. Well rounded hips are sling about with a strap of leather and spikes, several chains drape down in either front of back to cover the more important parts of her. Ample chest is bound in a thick strap of buckled leather as well. The horns on her knees are usually bare, kept solely for combat unlike the horns that ‘grace’ the crown of her head. Tall, on hoofed feet, accompanied by whip and occasionally her pack of hellhounds, she could be taken as stunning, if one were a creature of the underworld however. Fear is the ultimate aura she radiates form her being. DISGUISED IN HUMAN FORM Rashka rarely feels the need to disguise her form, as before said she rarely travels the upper crusts less it be with others of her own kind. However, when the occasions demand such so as not to scare masses of people into chasing her pathetically with pitchforks, she takes on a human form. A woman of 30 or so, same height and weight as her demon self, eyes of hazel, and chin length tapered fiery red hair. The face is thin and high featured, the human colors doing little to soften the coldness of her features. The look it provides is elusive and untouchable. A more muscular build, rather than seductive. In this she usually wore traveling clothes for riding, or long hikes in mountains or woods. Very light armor, and a whip always carried at her side.

Additional Information	Succubus From the Latin succubus, or ‘nightmare’ and succubi, ‘to lie beneath,’ this term refers to female demons which come in the night to fornicate with men. I do not know if the Succubus is a specific breed of demon, or if ‘succubi’ is rather a role that a variety of demons may play. So much of what is written about ‘demons’ is slanted toward a purely dogmatic perspective that the accumulation of solid facts is difficult at best. What little is known about the Succubus comes from the victims of these foul creatures. The victim of the Succubus rarely awakens during the experience, but he will most likely have a dream about the encounter, the men fortunate to actually survive the experience that is. A victim of a succubus rarely awakens after the taking. Succubus usually kill the man they have sex with after taking his seed. If not killed, few survive the amount of energy the Succubus steals from the body during the act.

Quotes	"È nessuno suprise, lei è inadatto sotto il mio dibatte la forma, dunque è la misura per i miei cani invece."

Ties

Lord Kerr De'
Son

Roslin Myra Tacey
Slave

Jupiter Granite
Enemy

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Background

Rashka, a fallen angel from the first of days to follow Lucifer into the underworlds which were now her home, took upon herself the form and class of Succubus. For centuries she's fought for the Dark one, constantly aiding herself by doing so for him.

Hundreds of children, both pure bred demons and halfbreeds alike are called her own though she seldom has connection to any. One son, a halfbreed no less.. Kerr is the one she calls her own. The seed for his creation taken from an elvin man, Kerr has proved to be the most ambitious and cunning of all her 'litter.'

Thus, for her Son she comes up to the crusts once again, to reside as well as aid him in his quests against his experiment gone a.w.o.l. The woman would soon be found, and when Kerr had what he wanted, so too would Rashka. To see her son more powerful, and to have the spoils his deeds provided.

So she comes to Tel'Rune, seeking out the Shadow-Walker estate in hopes to find others not fearful of her kind, to give her temporary residence.

Journal Entries

No journal entries have been written.

Group Membership

Group Name	Joined on
Shevard Slane "Shevard Slane is a hardy, middle-sized town upon the Wistren continent of Brapel. The northern regions of this already cold and very stormy planet require a tougher kind of folk like those one will find here. Superstitions, and stories of rumors, are what keep the good people of Shevard Slane entertained for 8 months of winter every year. Most of the roads are still dirt, though cobblestone would be easily obtained. However stone covered in ice is much more hazardous than earth, thus the town looks more rustic than it truly is. From the baker’s to the weapon’s store, you’ll soon find this to be a very up to date place. Once a rare short spring hits every year, there is a massive festival that takes up the entire town, and most on the ‘Leftmost' continent and even some from the others travel just to see it. A word of caution however… This area is not just boring snow and a large extravaganza once a year. Surprisingly for a town of people so accustomed to throwing an all continent fair, you’ll find much fear and doubt towards everything form the ordinary the rest of the year. It’s as if once the festival is over… it’s back to another 11 months of disbelief to anything even slightly strange. Stranger still, most travelers don’t find their way into Shevard Slane, unless they are ordinary humans. If anything, they find their way to the Black Pearl Tavern & Shoppe, which is just a one hour north westerly ride from the town. Even further to the North West, another two hours or so, if one is lucky enough, they will stumble upon Shadder Flaurn. A small little community of witches huddled away in the woods against the mountains. Within just this tiny pocket of the world, there is already much to explore and discover. Who knows what the rest of Brapel may have in store for you and your companions!"	20 August 2009

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Shevard Slane
"Shevard Slane is a hardy, middle-sized town upon the Wistren continent of Brapel. The northern regions of this already cold and very stormy planet require a tougher kind of folk like those one will find here. Superstitions, and stories of rumors, are what keep the good people of Shevard Slane entertained for 8 months of winter every year. Most of the roads are still dirt, though cobblestone would be easily obtained. However stone covered in ice is much more hazardous than earth, thus the town looks more rustic than it truly is. From the baker’s to the weapon’s store, you’ll soon find this to be a very up to date place. Once a rare short spring hits every year, there is a massive festival that takes up the entire town, and most on the ‘Leftmost' continent and even some from the others travel just to see it. A word of caution however… This area is not just boring snow and a large extravaganza once a year. Surprisingly for a town of people so accustomed to throwing an all continent fair, you’ll find much fear and doubt towards everything form the ordinary the rest of the year. It’s as if once the festival is over… it’s back to another 11 months of disbelief to anything even slightly strange. Stranger still, most travelers don’t find their way into Shevard Slane, unless they are ordinary humans. If anything, they find their way to the Black Pearl Tavern & Shoppe, which is just a one hour north westerly ride from the town. Even further to the North West, another two hours or so, if one is lucky enough, they will stumble upon Shadder Flaurn. A small little community of witches huddled away in the woods against the mountains. Within just this tiny pocket of the world, there is already much to explore and discover. Who knows what the rest of Brapel may have in store for you and your companions!"

20 August 2009

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