Post by Lilium Noir on Nov 16, 2010 8:13:41 GMT -5
Sing For Absolution¡¿
“what is your name?’
{Angel}... for we are many {19}.’
“summoning the old man{Pm} takes{None}.’
“hell is any placeon earth over a matter of years{3+}.’
tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom
i only dream of you and you never knew
Nickname:; Lily
Age:; 16
Placement in the World:; Demigod
Gender:; Female
Sexuality:; Asexual
Gifts:; -
School Year:; First Year
GODLY Parent:; Hades [Yes I know, another one XD]
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lips are turning blue a kiss that can't renew
i only dream of you my beautiful[/font][/i]
Hair Color:; Black
Eye Color:; Amber
Height:; 5'6
Tattoos & Piercings:; An eyebrow piercing.
Overall:;
There's nothing to describe Lilium other then darkness. She has that aura of the dark around her, so charateristic of evil, and death. Her clothes tend to be simple, but very often black : in some rare cases, she can be seen donning more colorful clothing, and only on the best occaisions, white. Her frame is light, but not too petite to make her fragile. There is some strength behind her body structure, as she's built almost graceful and serene. She inherited most of her build from her mother, and her side of the family : minus those ever present eyes of hers. They seem to shift colors : keyword is seem. They really don't, but they reflect colors nearby. Her skin is slightly pale, just to say so, and she wears things to accent it, mostly of silver tones. She has a piercing in her left eyebrow, a small silver stud that's comfortably placed there. Other accessories may consider bracelets, a few necklaces, and rings, but all in all, it tends to be much more silver then any other color.
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there's nowhere left to hide in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside and will never die [/font][/i]
Dislikes:; Crowds. Bullies. Overbearing, nosy people. Failing. Being disturbed/interrupted.
Desires:; To walk on the moon. To obtain enough strength to protect her family. To meet her father.
Fears:; Falling [usually an endless pitt]. Losing her heirloom. Losing what family she has.
Strengths:; Reading people. Self Control. Aware of the environment.
Weaknesses:; Self Oblivious. Slightly Callous. Apathetic.
Goals:; To prove the existance of the Shadow Man. To make a single friend.
Regrets:; That her cat Void died without her there. That her step-father left with her youngest sibbling.
Quirks:; Doesn't like to move much. Is very lazy persay. Doesn't like to talk either. Kind of speaks in riddles.
Secrets:; She's a softie for kids. Likes cuddly stuffed animals too : more particularly, a stuffed raven she calles Ravie.
Overall:;
Lilium is a strange character : with a lust for blood, and the desire to prove herself, she tends to be quite complex. Seemingly completely apathetic, and uncaring of the world, there's several layers to this demi-godling that none really pierce. With a starving heart, longing for simple affection, she simply hides her emotions behind a mask of uncaring. Although hers is perfect, like a doll's, sometimes they get the best of her anyways. But as a child, she imitated dolls so well, that she's often referred as a human doll. She also tends to be quite a lonely, willingly keeping herself unnoticeable 24/7. She hates her existance in crowds so much she all but wills herself out of existance. She's a big softie for little kids that are dependant on her, and stuffed animals, still the little, lonely girl on the inside. D'aww.
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our wrongs remain unrectified
i only dream of you and you never knew[/font][/i]
Parents:; Aura Noir, Hades
Siblings:; Half-sibbling Issac, and a younger sibbling.
Martial Status:; Non.
Overall History:;
A demi-godling is only born from the union of a human and a god. These creatures were said to have the powers of their godparent, and the hearts of their human ones. These creatures were to be the most potent creation that any god could ever make. Those most famous are still whispered from today. Hercules, the son of Zeus, is one of them. Achilles, Perseus : the list goes on and on. In the end, the gods decided that demi-godlings were their children, and thus entitled to a life of their own.
That's what Lilium's mother used to tell her daughter. Aura Noir was a beautiful young woman : hair black as night, and with eyes the enrapturing ice blue that capture a many men. Of course, the gods only looked for the best in order to have children from : and she was one of the most beautiful women her age. But there was this feeling about her : a darkness in the soul that only the most foul of men could find themselves attracted to on long term. That's what drew Hades : the sense of a soul like his. Tormented, aflicted : and thus sparks began. And nine months later, Lilium was born, and when she turned two, Hades disapeared, unable to stay any longer. That left a hole in the necromant child's heart : such so that she stopped contacting the dead, and subconciously stopped using most of her powers. At such a young age, she felt as if her father didn't want her, thus activating her unnoticeable ability. It was the one ability she never forswore subconciously : because she was unworthy, she would not exist for others.
This worried Aura, whom had returned to her husband, Peter. Together they had a child : Issac. In all terms, he was Lilium's half-brother : but they were close enough in age that it didn't matter. And the man accepted his wife's adventure and infidelity with a sigh, but welcomed his new daughter with open arms. Issac was four where she was two. The family was happy as is, minus Lilium being a social outcast. But after ten years, Peter seemingly snapped. The newest child, whom Lilium had just learned the existance of, vanished, along with Peter. But in his wake, the child of Hades met someone strange : a Shadow man. No one believed her that he existed : thus she made a goal in which to expose him to the world. As time advanced, that goal seemed more and more distant : until the letter dropped to her. A special unniversity, a new adventure.
Half musing, Lilium wondered what awaited her there?
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falling from your grace
FIN[/font][/i]
The churning wheels of the train was dragging the carts along, the movements slow, and not too jerking. Decidedly, magical trains were much better then muggle ones : the black kitten on her lap mewled as if agreeing with her thoughts. A lonely room : that's what she had desired, climbing onto the train. Of course, the scores, and scores of people were uncomfortable to her : she detested large crowds. Quickly finding herself a seat : she closed the door, and took out a book, with the small kitten on her lap. She didn't have the heart, did Lilium, to close off the kitten in a basket. After all, they were on the train now, so what did it matter? No one would disturb her : and if they did, she would surely make them uncomfortable. With faded jeans, and a black t-shirt, the girl felt the heavy Celtic cross at her neck move, as did her shoulders. Her leg rested on her knee, as the black boot moved up and down in the air, at her nervous movements. Or rather, body tick, as she'd call them. Everyone had them.
General psychology did wonders for her perception of the world. The book was actually on more complex mental illnesses, particularly one with her symptoms. The black haired girl was determined to find what affliction the orphanage head had hidden from her. She knew nothing of the magical world, and it's workings : that was a disadvantage, at the least. As the door slid open, that gaze of hers, eerie, moved to look at whom walked into the door. Brown hair and boring brown eyes stared at her, as the small, almost scared boy, sat in the seat on the other corner. Following him came two older boys, one with dark blonde hair, and the other with red. Still ignoring them, she continued to read her book. They would be fine, if they didn't make too much noise. Her wand, made just for her with what savings she had from her small jobs, rested against her side. Just in case.
Lilium was never too cautious, as the train ride passed in relative silence. As they neared Hogwarts, the males moved, changing into the robes for their school, as she watched them amusingly. No sense of shame, as she coughed, three heads looking to her, suddenly blushing. She had caught them in skivvies. Lovely. With a black nailed hand, she gestured them out, so that she herself could change. Once alone, she swiftly changed into her robes, before letting the boys back in, and preparing herself to come off the train. It was lovely, to say the least, as she saw the castle far away, and the small village they were in was homely. With a shrug, she followed the first years to boats, as they ferried across the waters. The groundskeeper was more then content to chatter, as she observed with her eyes the area.
The night was peaceful, and she liked it. Not too much noise, but that was quickly annulled, as the small chill of the air was replaced with warmth, and muttering from the students. There were a lot of them, as they came in for their sorting. She was nervous, yes, but cautious. She wouldn't let Ischade out : not now. Lilium took a breath, waiting almost idle, for her name. The hall was quiet, on the most part, as she heard a voice call out. ''Lilium Nyx.'' Some of the students whispered, those more knowledgeable in mythology. Lilium was the Latin word for lily, and often presented chastity. However, Nyx was the primordial goddess of night for the Greeks. Such a name sounded nearly evil : and she heard one from a table, elbow his buddy, and whisper ''Betcha she'll be a Slytherin, with a name like that.'' he muttered. Her eyes narrowed, as she felt a flash of anger, but sat on the stool, as the old hat dropped over her eyes.
Lovely. What next?
General psychology did wonders for her perception of the world. The book was actually on more complex mental illnesses, particularly one with her symptoms. The black haired girl was determined to find what affliction the orphanage head had hidden from her. She knew nothing of the magical world, and it's workings : that was a disadvantage, at the least. As the door slid open, that gaze of hers, eerie, moved to look at whom walked into the door. Brown hair and boring brown eyes stared at her, as the small, almost scared boy, sat in the seat on the other corner. Following him came two older boys, one with dark blonde hair, and the other with red. Still ignoring them, she continued to read her book. They would be fine, if they didn't make too much noise. Her wand, made just for her with what savings she had from her small jobs, rested against her side. Just in case.
Lilium was never too cautious, as the train ride passed in relative silence. As they neared Hogwarts, the males moved, changing into the robes for their school, as she watched them amusingly. No sense of shame, as she coughed, three heads looking to her, suddenly blushing. She had caught them in skivvies. Lovely. With a black nailed hand, she gestured them out, so that she herself could change. Once alone, she swiftly changed into her robes, before letting the boys back in, and preparing herself to come off the train. It was lovely, to say the least, as she saw the castle far away, and the small village they were in was homely. With a shrug, she followed the first years to boats, as they ferried across the waters. The groundskeeper was more then content to chatter, as she observed with her eyes the area.
The night was peaceful, and she liked it. Not too much noise, but that was quickly annulled, as the small chill of the air was replaced with warmth, and muttering from the students. There were a lot of them, as they came in for their sorting. She was nervous, yes, but cautious. She wouldn't let Ischade out : not now. Lilium took a breath, waiting almost idle, for her name. The hall was quiet, on the most part, as she heard a voice call out. ''Lilium Nyx.'' Some of the students whispered, those more knowledgeable in mythology. Lilium was the Latin word for lily, and often presented chastity. However, Nyx was the primordial goddess of night for the Greeks. Such a name sounded nearly evil : and she heard one from a table, elbow his buddy, and whisper ''Betcha she'll be a Slytherin, with a name like that.'' he muttered. Her eyes narrowed, as she felt a flash of anger, but sat on the stool, as the old hat dropped over her eyes.
Lovely. What next?
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