Post by Illyria on Jan 27, 2011 22:48:51 GMT -5
Illyria!
[BASICS]
Name: Illyria
Age: Unknown
Birthdate: Unknown
Gender: Genderless, but within a female shell
Species: Old One, Pure Demon
Abilities: Superhuman strength, agility, reflexes, stamina, and near-invulnerability; Limited shapeshifting; Enhanced senses; Empathy; Exceptional skills in hand-to-hand combat
Family Members: None
Canon or Original: Canon
[LOOKS]
Height: 5'7
Weight: 147 lbs.
Build: Slim
Hair Color: Brown with Blue streaks
Eye Color: Blue
[INSIDE]
Personality: Illyria finds many things repulsive about our current world. Especially the fact that it is overrun by mankind. She's very much concerned about herself most of the time, and even tends to speak in third person. The Old One is known for having a thirst for violence, as battling usually allows her to blow off steam, and show how powerful she really is.
Although most see her as frightening and cruel mannered, Illyria is very much like a child. She doesn't know her place in this world, as the world she knew long ago is dead and gone. She tries to do good, and obey certain laws, but usually finds herself tempted to rely on her violent instincts.
The memories of Winifred Burkle have affected Illyria greatly. They've made her much more emotional, and human acting. The most notable memory being Fred's love for Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. Illyria and her guide, Wesley, had a unique bond. The Old One thought of Wesley as her closest thing to a friend, and became very emotionally unstable when he was murdered. In the end, Illyria questions the idea of her loving the man.
History: Illyria was one of the legendary Old Ones that plagued the world before the time of man, and was one of the most feared and worshiped in that time. She ruled over the area of modern California from her temple Vahla ha'nesh and commanded an Army of doom comprised of thousands of demons, which she used to constantly make war on her rivals. She was loved and feared as few of the Old Ones were, so much so that she still had followers and acolytes in the modern day, arguably millions of years after her reign. When the Old Ones lost their claim and power over the world, Illyria was murdered by her rivals and her corpse was placed in a stone sarcophagus, her powers drained and placed in jewels embedded on her coffin. Her sarcophagus was placed in a mystical graveyard known as the Deeper Well along with the coffins of other Old Ones, to prevent her resurrection.
Prior to her death Illyria planned her resurrection and revenge against the world. Illyria's army was locked in inside Vahla ha'nesh and the temple was put out of phase with our timestream in order to keep it hidden. By unknown means, Illyria's sarcophagus would teleport itself back to California, where her Qwa Ha Xahn, her high priest, would resurrect her. However, sometime in the passing centuries the army was destroyed, leaving only dust in its place.
Illyria's resurrection was masterminded by her worshiper Knox, who chose Fred — with whom he had fallen in love — as the vessel for Illyria's reincarnation. However, due to geological changes and the continental shifting from place, the sarcophagus teleported outside of the United States. Somehow it was transported to U.S. soil, but it was held up at Customs at LAX airport. Knox plotted with Doctor Sparrow, who blackmailed Charles Gunn into using his restored knowledge of the laws to release the sarcophagus from Customs.
After its release, Knox had the sarcophagus delivered directly to Fred at Wolfram & Hart's science lab. In order to maintain his cover, Knox claimed the sarcophagus was impenetrable to lasers and imaging beams. When Fred touched one of the purple crystals embedded into the surface of the coffin, a gust of air (Illyria's essence) was released directly to her mouth. Instead of merely possessing Fred, Illyria manifested as an infection that liquefied her organs, hardened her skin and (allegedly) consumed her spirit. After hours of increasing agony, Illyria completely overtook Fred's body, also absorbing Fred's memories (which she later likens to "sparks").
With the aid of Knox, Illyria attempted to bring about the destruction of humankind by resurrecting her ancient army. Despite the best efforts of Angel, Spike, and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, she managed to fight off all three of them and open the portal to where her army was waiting. But soon she discovered that the army was destroyed long ago. Lost and without purpose, Illyria agreed to learn how to adjust to the modern world with the help of Wesley, who was drawn to the ancient being that now occupied the body of his love. She spent her nights with the oft-drunk Wesley and her days wandering the corridors of Wolfram & Hart.
When Wesley mentioned to her that Gunn was trapped in Wolfram & Hart's holding dimension, Illyria opened a portal and rescued Gunn without hesitation, later noting the great debt that the group owes to her. In the process of finding Gunn, she destroyed eleven torture units, two troop carriers, an ice cream truck, eight "beautifully maintained" lawns, and "rendered useless" dozens of Wolfram & Hart employees, according to Marcus Hamilton. At this point, her pastimes included talking to plants and training with Spike (or, more accurately, beating him up while he tried to ask her how she felt when he hit her and recorded the details on a clipboard). Although she criticized Spike's adaptability, declaring adaptation to be a compromise, Illyria enjoyed beating him up, expressing her desire to keep him as a pet.
Weeks afterward, Illyria's power became extremely unstable. To others, the Old One appeared to be going mad. In truth, Illyria was being thrown out of linear progression of the timeline, altering her perspective as her power sought a way to escape its shell. Initially, she killed Spike, Wesley, Lorne, and Angel in a confrontation, interpreting their actions as an attempt to kill her; however, during her time jumps she dragged an earlier version of Angel into the present, revealing what just took place before she detonated, potentially causing enough destruction to wipe out the continent. Fortunately, the explosion sent Angel backward in time to shortly before Illyria killed the others, allowing Angel to use his foreknowledge of their deaths to save his friends and calm Illyria down. Before Illyria could detonate again, Wesley used a Mutari generator to extract a large portion of her power, effectively ending the threat.
As a result of the Mutari generator, Illyria was stripped of much of her super-strength, as well as her abilities to alter time. She grew bitter and withdrawn after the loss of her powers, which she considered a significant defeat. Her primary emotional connection was with Wesley, who continued to help her adjust to the world. After recognizing Wesley's feelings for the "shell" (Fred), Illyria wished to further explore Fred's relationship with Wesley; however, he rejected any possibility of accepting her in Fred's form. She also developed a connection with Spike, who related to her newfound situation and treated her with acceptance and dignity, communicating easily with her and helping her venture into the world. Spike also explained to her why Wesley was ignoring her after she masqueraded as Fred: she may consider herself extremely weakened, but for a lot of people, her ability to take on Fred's form and persona is her strongest ability due to the emotional ties everyone had to Fred. Spike also later invited Illyria to go demon hunting with him and she easily killed the demon with a kick.
After Team Angel received the recently attacked Drogyn, who believed Angel had been corrupted, Illyria was chosen to protect him. However, she was brutally beaten and humiliated by Hamilton, which fueled the Old One's extreme anger and motivated her to join the final battle against the Senior Partners.
Illyria, Spike, Wesley, Gunn, Lorne, Lindsey McDonald, and Angel each were tasked with eliminating the members of the Circle of the Black Thorn. After killing her targets, Izzerial and three human Black Thorns, promising to "make trophies from their spines," Illyria sought out Wesley and found him dying, having been stabbed by the demon warlock Cyvus Vail. Illyria admitted she came to help Wesley out of concern for him, and, perceiving his imminent death, she comforted the former Watcher by assuming Fred's form. Filled with unexpected and uncontrollable grief, Illyria violently dispatched Wesley's murderer, shattering his skull with a single punch — an action that did not begin to assuage her grief and left her with a strong desire to "do more violence." Her wish was granted when the Senior Partners sent their army against the surviving member of Angel's team; Illyria joined Angel, Gunn, and Spike in the final battle against the demon army sent by the Senior Partners to punish Angel.
[SAMPLE]
RP Sample: Illyria stood in the middle of that alley way, feeling empty inside. Hollow. And technically she was... Mostly. She had entered this shell, and exterminated all of its organs. Its core. Its inhabiter: Winifred Burkle. In order to give herself life, Illyria had taken one. Just one meaningless, human life. Yet, somehow, that meaningless life wasn't so meaningless. It was changing Illyria. It still was. Fred may have been dead, but she wasn't gone. Not completely.
"Let's go to work!" Angel had told them. The only, remaining four. Angel. Spike. Gunn. And herself, Illyria.
Just as Angel's words flowed through her ears, Illyria was greeted by the demon army approaching. One big, bulky monster swung its weapon at her, but Illyria dodged it easily. She jumped into the air, avoiding the attack, and swung her left foot at the beastly thing. The impact she gave was without mercy. It had been a deadly blow to the head.
Having taken one down within moments, Illyria continued to battle. As some time passed by, Illyria had counted fifteen demons slew by herself. Her eyes caught a glimpse of her own hands... Blood stained them both. This new, demon blood was surely mixed with Wesley's blood that was also caught onto her palms. For some reason, this fact bothered her. Wesley's blood was purer than their own. He was better.
Rage flew through Illyria, and she suddenly threw a blow at a demon to her left. Her head spun in all directions, searching for a new victim to slaughter. Illyria needed to release this emotion on something, through her fists. She caught a view of the others, her 'team mates', also fighting. They tried to live on, it seemed, but the upcoming outcome would obviously be death. Why try? Death was inevitable.
"Inevitable..." The word brought a memory with it. Ilyria reached to her head, feeling a mental image appearing to herself. Fred. "Can I say somethin' about destiny? Screw destiny! If this evil thing comes, we'll fight it and we'll keep fightin' it until we whup it. 'Cause destiny is just another word for inevitable, and nothing's inevitable as long as you stand up, look it in the eye, and say, 'You're evitable!'"
Illyria regained her self control. She straightened her spine, and entered the battle once more... Only to discover that she was not in battle.
Fire surrounded herself. Scarlet tints everywhere... Illyria's cold blue eyes shot around, trying to make sense of this. She was now elsewhere? In another place... Was this a place? A scream could be heard in the distance.
"... Hell." Illyria simply stated. A few moments wandered on by, and then Illyria grinned. "Inevitable."
Illyria spun on her right heel, turning around hastily. Her hair flung in front of her view, blue streaks flashing only for a moment's time. Her icy, blue eyes gazed around this newish area. It seemed familiar in a way, yet so different at the same time. Surrounding Illyria was flames, and bloodshed. The fire danced in place, discharging heat in all directions. Illyria could feel its warmth on her hardened, shell-like skin.
Looking upward, into the sky, she spotted the sun. It was lighter than usual. And even more to Illyria's surprise: The sun was met by the moon. Two opposites in one meeting ground. This Hell world was getting more interesting by the moment. Illyria found it much more to her liking than Wolfram & Hart's office building. Roaming around those halls had driven her to madness.
Illyria began to walk along. Her booted feet stepped on dirt slowly, one moment at a time. As she made her way along, the Old One caught sight of a passing character. It was surely a citizen of Los Angeles. Illyria's first instinct was to smash it like a bug, but Wesley's influence came over her once more. He had taught her not to kill the innocent. Deciding to honor his death, Illyria nodded at the citizen as she passed.
A handful of minutes went by, and Illyria continued searching this new place. Death, darkness, and blood was more of her preference, and she was inspired to inspect it. As Illyria went to take another step, she was stopped. Something wrapped around her ankle, intending to do her harm. Reacting instantly, Illyria turned her head within a millisecond. The grabbing thing was a tentacle belonging to some slimy, squishy creature. Illyria forced her leg forward with all of her might. The tentacle was ripped from its owner's body, and green blood spurted out of the wound.
Illyria reached down, and picked up the motionless tentacle. She intended to strangle the beast with it's own limb. Illyria cocked her head to its side, and glared at the tentacle-owning demon. She gripped the slimy limb with her own fingers, thinking over the numerous ways of approaching the prey. With a blink of an eye, Illyria was at the demon's side. She quickly wrapped her newest weapon around its neck, and began to choke the life out of it. The monster began to release throaty noises instantly. Illyria smirked, as she felt the enemy go limp, after about thirty seconds.
"Pitiful." She thought to herself.
Suddenly, Illyria's ears easily picked up the sound of Harmony's fall. The sound alarmed the Old One, and she took action. Illyria threw the tentacle downward, next to its deceased owner, and made her way over to the nearby vampire. She spotted Harmony right away, and halted once in front of the girl.
Illyria's head aimed down, inspecting Harmony; Her face held a stiff molding. "A halfbreed at my feet: The way it should always be..." She spoke coldly. Illyria wasn't necessarily speaking to Harmony, not as much as she was herself, at least.
Illyria tilted her head to its other side as Harmony greeted her. Was this mongrel actually trying to be civil with her? Thoughts ran through her head like rampaging children, all telling her one thing: Rip this vampire apart, limb from limb. Illyria went over the facts; This foul excuse of un-dead life, Harmony, was without a soul. As far as Illyria was concerned, she was only to kill soulless halfbreeds. No soul means evil, correct? No remorse when lacking in soul.
Just as Illyria had decided on an amusing way to slaughter the vampire, she hesitated. Memories of enjoyment flooded into her head... Memories that included Harmony. Illyria raised her right hand to her temple, as she remembered Fred's one-time involvement with the vampire. Fred had seen worth in this creature; Was there more to have than a soul?
"... My hair. " She repeated quietly, listening to Harmony's compliments. "This is the best you can do, vampire? Complimenting this human hair? It only rests on this shell! That doesn't make it Illyria's!"
Illyria breathed in heavily, making her chest move inward and outward. It took much inner strength to keep herself from ripping Harmony's head off of her neck. Once Illyria had taken a few moments to 'simmer down', something she had been working on with Wesley, she continued to interact with Harmony.
"On your feet... Before I go forth with my plan of decapitating you."
Illyria watched as Harmony got to her feet. The smell of this halfbreed entered her nostrils, and she wrinkled her nose. Illyria never understood why perfume was thought to smell delightful; It smelled like rotting roaches, in her own opinion. And all these bright colors that Harmony wore... Pink; The look of these tints made Illyria want to vomit.
She narrowed her eyes at Harmony, as the vampire spoke of Winifred Burkle. She was recalling the same memories that Illyria had, herself. Just as the Old One was about to interrupt Harmony's meaningless rambling, the subject was changed all by itself.
"Look I just want to know where Angel is, please."
Illyria glared at the vampire, as she dared to look into a God-King's eyes. Thinking this matter over for a few seconds, Illyria came back with something to reply. "Angel..." She thought over this name. "An Angel in Hell." Illyria stated, looking up into the scarlet sky. "How... Ironic."
Moving passed this little side note, Illyria turned her attention back to Harmony's bothersome question. "Your fellow bloodsucker was battling, as was I. Yet now the battling has..." She trailed off.
"I am unsure, which is a rare occasion. Things have been jumbled up, and spat back out."
Once Harmony had finished sharing her proposition, Illyria remained silent. She allowed awkwardness to fill in the air. Finally opening her mouth to talk, Illyria simply stated, "... You speak too much."
Her blue orbs searched the area around them, inspecting for enemies. The demons of Los Angeles were starting to realize this new situation, and taking advantage of it. A fight could burst out at any given moment, and Illyria was ready. And quite frankly, she needed something to hit. Being around this vampire, Harmony, was making Illyria want to ensue this need.
Once sure that it was safe enough to lower her down a bit, Illyria added to her vague statement. "My first instinct is to seek out Wesley. But he is not one to be sought out, not in this time." She paused, feeling some sort of passion run through her body. What was this odd feeling? It was greater than grief...
Illyria turned her eyes back to Harmony slowly. "... I have no one to look for!" She stated with much more aggression.
With these words leaving her mouth, Illyria turned on her heel, and began to march away from this scene. She had no one to search for. She was alone once again, without a guide.
Illyria roamed the streets of Los Angeles, as if she were a lost child. Her hair clung to her face, still damp from the raining, alleyway battle. "Even the skies weep. Illyria thought to herself. Something as big, and powerful, as the skies above shed tears; Was everything in this life connected to emotion?
The Old One pitied herself. For she had been great at one time. Now the great Illyria had been reduced to this one, single body, been stripped of her mighty gifts, and was now lost, with nowhere to go. No one to find. Since when had she been this weak? The truth was this: Illyria had been fooling her own mind. There was no way to become great, not as she had been. It was too late, and too far away.
And then... It came to her. Something to seek out. To find comfort in. Illyria suddenly changed her path, and turned down an open highway. A handful of cars were crashed along the sides, yet none drove in the center. Two demons occupied the other side of the street, but ignored Illyria; They could sense her unstableness, and strength. Although reduced, she was still much stronger than these mongrels.
The walk to her destination gave Illyria much time to reflect. Had Wesley ever meant this much to her, before now? Illyria had always looked down upon him. Yet now that he was gone... She almost wanted him back, as much as she wanted her lost abilities. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had been this demon's only... Civil acquaintance. Surely 'friend' was not the word she was looking for. They were not that close. And somehow, Illyria regretted that they never world be.
Coming to her turning point, Illyria slowed herself. Within a few moments she was standing in front of a large, metal gate. It was rusted a tad bit, nowadays, for it hadn't been tended to in quite some time. Illyria grabbed at the door, and pulled on it... Locked. She tugged much harder, and the door practically flew off. Next, Illyria made her way along the small path, passing the garden area. The following steps led her to the entrance of the Hyperion Hotel.
She paused for a second, glaring at the shut, twin doors. Suddenly, with all of her might, Illyria kicked the doors open. Once they were removed, out of her way, Illyria was able to see the lobby of the hotel. It was darkened, and smelled dusty. Memories instantly came to mind, but she tried to shut them out. Fred's presence haunted this place. Everywhere Illyria turned was a knew ghost.
She made her way through the lobby, ignoring all of these thoughts. Her feet carried her up the staircase, and into a hallway. Illyria was following something that was unseeable. She finally reached a door, and it spoke to her. With the touch of a finger, the door slowly creaked open. This was Fred's room... It had been, at least.
Illyria took her time, but walked over to the farthest wall. Her eyes rested on the white wall, inspecting it. Her right arm raised, and placed itself on this spot. "... 'Handsome man saves me from the monsters.'" She spoke, in a fragile voice. Mental images of this wall being painted came back to her... The drawing being erased.
She turned on her foot, and made her backside slam into the wall. Illyria slowly sunk down to the floor, and hid her face in her knees. If the skies could mourn... So could theGod-KingIllyria.
[PUPPETEER]
Your Name: TJ
Experience: I've been RPing for a handful of years now
How you found us: I'm the Admin
Other characters: Illyria is my only, as of now
How we should contact you: Members can contact me through PM
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY FROSTFERN OF CAUTIPN 2.0.
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