Dimitra, Always falling...

[Dimitra]

[+] BEHIND THE CHARACTER

<sub>Name/Nickname;; Lune
Age;; Nonyaaa

How did you find KOTS?;; I made eeet</sub>

[+] THE CHARACTER

Name;; Dimitra
Title;; Angel of Chaos
Nickname/s;; None that you would want to say to her face

Age;; 674
Race;; Fallen Angel

Side;; Evil
Place of Residence;; Hell
Level;; Eight

Occupation;; Jailer, torturer, hunter

Weapon of Choice;; Twin Katana's

[+] PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

<sub>Celeb;; Zhang Ziyi
Physical Description;; Dimitra has long raven hair and eyes to match, she towers over a lot of people and prefers it that way as she has a tendency to look down on people and consider them beneath her. She has bone white skin and a perfectly clear complexion that she inherited from her mother. She dresses in traditional Japanese formal wear, kimono's and yakata's, and when she is feeling in an especially good mood-eg, when she has mass slaughter in mind- she has been known to dress Geisha.

She wears her twin katana's either strapped to her back or around her waist, she keeps a dagger inside her clothing, over her heart at all times and when she styles her hair high above her head, the chopsticks she uses to keep it in place are tipped with steel and sharpened to a deadly point, for use as a last resort.

Hair color;; Black
Eye color;; Black

Height;; 6'1'
Weight;; 60 Kg</sub>

[+] PERSONALITY

Personality Description;; Dimitra is a very cold person, she is demanding, brash, extremely temperamental and violent. Even Lucifer has said from time to time that she needs to chill out and calm down for a while, she resents this and simple tosses her hair and walks away. She has not lost her violent nature since she has died, infact it has increased even moreso since she found out that Demons who were killed would simply be reborn and be replaced by new ones who seemed to die almost every minute. If she hears something she does not like she kills the nearest low-level demon to her, similar to how she used to treat her servants while on earth.

She is renowned for her cruelty towards Mortals, she is usually the one behind it when you hear on the news of mass murders, having influenced a Mortal to do all these things because it amuses her, she then takes great pride in releases the Mortal from her spell and watching as the poor person realises what they have done and slowly descend into panic and depression and guilt, she then kills the Mortal herself, now having grown bored with them and sets off to find another victim.

She is a very jealous and ambitions person, currently with her heart set on marrying Azrael, no matter who stands in her way, even his daughter Raizel. She plans to get her out of the picture somehow in order to have all of Azrael's attention, she wants Azrael to love only her, and for that, Raizel must dissappear.

Likes;;
Pain
Destruction
Explosions
Azrael
Sworfighting
Dislikes;;
Mortals
Angels
Happy people
Animals
Raizel

Skills;; Swordfighting and Explosives Manufacture
Weaknesses;; Azrael

Hopes;; To become Azrael bride
Fears;; Raizel getting in her way

Goals;; To defeat Heaven and build a new world by Azrael's side.

[+] BACKGROUND

Parents;; Varjak & Akina Li
Siblings;; Brother - Akito Li, Sisters - Cho Li, Sachiko Li, Hana Li
Other Family Members;; Aunt - Seraphina Cheung, Uncle - Ichiwa Cheung

Date of Death;; 12/08/1333
Cause of Death;; Suicide
Perpatrator/s;; Herself

Past Incarnation/s;; None

History;; Dimitra was born and brought up in Feudal Japan during the Kamakura period to a large and wealthy daimyo family. She was a spoilt and bratish child, nothing was every good enough for her but her doting parents only continued to provide her with the best food, clothes and toys, and as she grew up she demanded that she be trained in combat by her Uncle the same as her brother. Although her parents frowned upon this, they of course alowed it and she trained from the age of eleven to the age of twenty five, in that time she became and even more accomplished swordfighter than her brother and even her father.

As she grew into adulthood she became increasingly more violent and bad tempered, if anything displeased her she would take it out on the servent standing the closest to her, they eventually learned to stay as far away from her as possible and leave the room as soon as she entered or they had fullfilled their duties.

As the tension rose between her clan and a rival family, the Kishimoto's, she demanded that she would be allowed to fight alongside the male members of her family. This is when her Uncle and Father finally put their foot down and refused to allow it. She was enraged and stormed from the family house, deciding to take things into her own hands, she stormed the Kishimoto household and slaughted every person on the premises. Not a family member nor servent was left alive.

This act of unprovoked savagery was all it took for the allied clans to the Kishimoto family to declare war against Dimitra's own clan. Her parents were forced to disown her, throwing her out of the family home and ordering her to flee.

She did no such thing. Over the next few years she tracked down the heads of all the rival families that ahd threatened her and her family and began killing them off one by one. It seemed like a good plan to her, but the mistake she made this time was to not repeat what she had done to Kishimoto family, leaving the eldest sons alive and free to form a posse that eventually tracked her down and cornered her in the abandoned ruins of the Kishimoto family house. She knew that it was all over, but rather than let herself fall into the hands of her enemies and fall to another's sword, she drank poison and died before they were able to break down the door.

Her calculating and savagery were prized highly by Lucifer, but Dimitra still had other ideas. She fought back against Death when he tried to drag her down to Hell with him and launched almost a full-scale assult on Heaven's gates, demanding to be let inside. But the Archangels were having none of it. Before she was able to enter the gates and take full angel form she was sent reeling back and fell down to Hell, where she was cursed to become a Fallen Angel.

Over the next few hundreds of years she established a fearsome reputation for herself, he was renowned for her cruelty towards Angels as she holds a terrible grudged against Heaven for refusing her entry. Ever since she met Azrael she has been trying her hardest to catch his eye, her ambitions now set on becoming his bride and ruling Hell with him.

[+] ANYTHING ELSE

Sample RP;; (Same again, Kayden on the HP site with his multiple personality XD)

I’ll be coming home, just to be alone

Kayden pushed the front door open silently and struggled with the heavy bag of groceries as he stepped inside and tried to close the door behind him. The silence that greeted him proved his prediction correct, his father wasn’t home yet, and probably wouldn’t be for several hours to come.

‘Cause I know you’re not there, and I know that you don’t care

He made his way to the kitchen and set the groceries down on the counter, slowly beginning to unpack the vegetables and place them in the fridge, crumpling up the shopping list and throwing it into the bin as he did so.
He checked the white board that was magnetically stuck to the fridge door, the only way his father ever seemed to communicate with him; ‘Make dinner’ was scrawled there in large, cursive writing. He reached up and rubbed it away with his sleeve, picking up the board marker than was stuck beside the board with Blutac and replaced it with, ‘Yes father’ in his own small, neat print.

I can hardly wait to leave this place

His Hogwarts acceptance letter was stuck to the fridge just to one side of the white board, it was at least three weeks before he would be leaving to attend the school, he had crossed off the days on his calendar ever since he had received it. His father hadn’t even turned his head when Kayden had come bounding into the kitchen one morning clutching the parchment envelope. Although, Kayden really shouldn’t have expected any more.

No matter how hard I try, you’re never satisfied

Beside the Hogwarts letter was a battered piece of notepaper from his primary school, it was the list of his grades from the last term he had attended at the local muggle school. Five A plusses, two A’s and a B. Was his father happy?
He had taken one look at the note, as Kayden stood before him, hands clasped together tightly, shifting his feet nervously and waiting for his father response, looking up at him pleadingly, practically begging him for his praise.
But his father and simply dropped the note down onto the table and left the room without a word. Kayden had been crushed inside. He had pinned the note onto the fridge, in the vain hope that one day his father may notice it. But he hadn’t said a thing so far.

This is not a home, I think I’m better off alone

Kayden tore down the scrap of paper and tossed it aside on the kitchen counter, what use was it to continue to pander to his fathers every will? He would never be praised or shown any sort of affection for his endless efforts.
But he knew what the consequences would be if he ever disobeyed his father… He would sometimes stay up in his room for hours, pretending he was alone in the house, like it was his, then he would disappear into his own little world in his head, make believing that his mother was still with him, that he was loved, and that he was wanted.

You always disappear, even when you’re here

Other times, he really was alone in the house. Sometimes for weeks at a time. Then one evening his father would stumble home reeking of cheep booze and demanding more, and if Kayden didn’t get the liquor cabinet open quick enough he would beat Kayden until he could barely stand. The he would collapse on the sofa and leave Kayden to limp up the stairs to the bathroom to put plasters on his face and sometimes bandage up his arm.
When he would go back downstairs the next morning, his father would be sitting at the breakfast table smoking, waiting for Kayden to cook the food. When it was set in front of him he would sit and eat in silence, and when he was finished he would remain seated, staring at the opposite wall blankly while Kayden cleared the plates away. The same blank expression, the same nonchalant attitude. It was as if he disappeared into his own mind just like Kayden had, into his own private world.

This is not my home I think I’m better off alone

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Home
Home
This house is not a
Home
Home
This house is not a home
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By the time you come home I’m already stoned

Kayden jumped up from his chair as the sound of the door slamming echoed throughout the house, he tried desperately to wave away the smoke with his hand and scrambled over to the window, throwing it wide open and trying to air out the room quickly before his father came in. It was almost twelve at night. He hadn’t expected his father to be home until one.

You turn off the tv and you scream at me

There was a terrifying crash from the living room, he ran over to the doorway and had just enough time to see splinters of glass that had once made up the television screen now littering the living room floor before strong hands grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him backwards and sprawling onto the kitchen floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing huh?!” bellowed his father, stumbling in through the door and standing there menacingly, the foul stench of alcohol hanging in the air around him.

“Nothing father!” Kayden cried out, covering his face with his arms, scrambling backwards and curling up against the wall, eyes tight shut, waiting.

“Nothing?! Nothing eh?!” his father shouted back, “Then what the fuck are you doing down here at this time of night, if you don’t have the fucking food ready, what the fuck were you doing?!”

“I didn’t know you were coming home-“

“Didn’t know? Well that’s something new isn’t it? You’re supposed to be the smartass just like your mother!” he fumbled around on the side, his hand closed around Kayden’s report card, “There! Here it is! You think you’re pretty smart don’t you? You think you’re better than me huh? You stick it up there for all to see as if it’s some sort of achievement… You think I should be proud of you? You think I should be proud of the fact that son turned out a fucking muggle?”

“No father…” Kayden whimpered, hands covering his face, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at any moment.

“Well then, since you failed to learn your lesson from last time, I think it’s time you saw what happens when you don’t think!”

Kayden cried out as the first blow struck his arm, stinging pain running through it but he couldn’t move it from protecting his face, he was completely paralysed. The belt truck his back next and he cried out again, leaping away from his attacker and into the corner, in the process, removing his hands from covering his face, it was then that his father took advantage of his weakness and struck him across the face, the belt buckle striking hard. Kayden screamed and blood began to trickle down his cheek, he huddled up, knees up against his chest, doing his best to protect his head with his arms, facing the wall and trying desperately to block out the pain, to return to his own world.

It wasn’t real, the pain wasn’t real, he couldn’t hurt him if he was already dead inside…

Kayden bit his lip as the blows became more frequent; he slowly descended into the darkness, warm, comforting darkness. Maybe he would die, maybe he would finally disappear from this world of pain and wake up in another… Either way… Anywhere was better than this hell that had become his life…

He took one last breath. And lost control.

I can hardly wait till you get off my case

Pravus raised the belt above his head, a sadistic smile on his face, he brought it down with all him might, delighting in the thought of the sound of Kayden’s screams as the buckle hit deep and maybe drew blood.

But a hand reached out and grabbed the belt before it had a chance to hit its mark. His son’s head slowly turned to face him, his eyes no longer bright and filled with tears. These eyes were dark, merciless pools of hatred, his face was screwed up in a mask of anger and agony, teeth bared and snarling. He got to his feet in a lightening quick motion, tearing the belt right out of Pravus’s hand.

“What the fu-“

Deft fingers flew out and closed around the cold handle of the kitchen knife, pulling it from its block, the user flung out his arm and Pravus had no time to react before it was buried deep inside his chest. The expression of shock and horror on his face was enough to make the monstrous creature before him make a terrifying grin, full of cruelty and madness, delighting as bright red liquid slowly spread across Pravus’s front, soaking his shirt and falling to the floor like crimson rain.

Hiraldo gripped the handle tightly and dragged the blade out of Pravus’s chest, before letting out a roar of anger and plunging it back in again, shattering his ribs and bursting his left lung. He didn’t stop, ripping the steel blade out and stabbing him once more, over and over, all the time maniacal laughter filling the house as blood flew across the room, splattering the walls and staining his hands dark red.

The body hit the floor with a thud. Seventeen stab wounds in all. Pravus had lived to experience every one of them. Now there he lay, breathing shallow and failing, blood slowly pooling around him.

Hiraldo spat upon the corpse and turned away, the knife still clutched tightly in his hand, blood smeared across his face, clothes and hands. He left the house and didn’t look back.

It wasn’t over yet.


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