Capritsia, Hell's Temptress

[Capritsia]

Name: Elaine
Age: 18
CBox Name: Sumashira
RP Experience: 10 years
Activity Level: almost daily

Name: Capritsia, Temptress of Man
Order: Power
Loyalty: Hell
Member Group: Demon
Place of Residence: Connecticut District, Zone 2

Appearance:

Angels and demons have three separate forms that they can inhabit at any given time:
Angelic Pure Form:

Capritsia's pure form is something like a cat-demon-gargoyle-thing. It is fitting to her human looks in that it is a feline-like form; it is very long and slender, keeping those piercing neon ice-blue eyes of hers. Behavior-wise, the feline is also a fitting form because of how quick, cunning, and charming cats can be. Naturally, the long slick bat wings that she wears on her back take away from beauty of this form, if you could consider it beautiful. To be more descriptive, she is a jet black with short, shining fur. She has three talons on each of her four paws and then, of course, that odd toe on the side. The wings are each about as long as her body is, tail included, so together they are about twice as wide as she is long, but they're usually folded in against her sides. She has many jagged spikes that make up her ears and something like a mane, and those spikes end in a long, jagged tail that could do some mighty damage if whipped around. When she opens her jaws, her fangs are also black, and she has a forked tongue like a snake. It flickers in and out much in the same manner, too.

Angelic Perfect Form:

Capritsia truly looks like her human form (black hair, neon ice blue eyes, pale skin, etc.), but she is Hell's Temptress, and what if a man was completely opposed to black hair and pale skin? What if he was the kind who liked the fake tan and bleach-blonde hair? Capritsia has a wonderful talent which causes all male humans to view her as their fantasy woman; though in reality she still looks exactly the same, she is basically a hallucination to them in that, if they're the kind who like fake tans and bleach-blonde hair, she looks just that way. This is one of the many ways that she scores all the gents. This talent only applies to human men; the woman only see her as her human form. For angels and demons, however, she can change her appearance at will, usually just to mess with their heads. Unfortunately, she can't automatically mold herself to look like their dream-woman because they're beings like her and are immune to her power of deceptive seduction.

Capritsia can choose not to change to the looks of a man if she's on a mission that requires a little less noticeability. That's where her human form comes into play; it's the form when she can't change. The change from human form to perfect form is like a light switch, and all she has to do is think about her mirage-like ability being on or off.

Human Form:

Capritsia prides herself in being irresistable to the mortal race. To immortals and female humans, Capritsia looks like a nearly perfect model with long, straight black hair that flows neatly over her shoulders and parts down the middle, leaving a pretty cascade of bangs down the side of her face that shades her eyes. Her skin is flawless and is a pale tan color; she has the kind of skin that seems smoky, in a way, in how it makes her eyes stand out. Her eyes are the color of neon ice blue, and her pupils are narrow slits, like eyes of a snake. She usually has a wicked smirk on her face.

Capritsia is usually seen wearing provocative clothing, such as a short corset dress, booty shorts and a tube-top, and one of her favorite articles of clothing, which is a short dress with a hood and a zip-up front. She tends to wear her hood up when in the sunlight, as she's very sensitive to it because of her very sharp eyes. She's often found wearing fishnet somewhere, whether it be for a shirt or for tights. She also wears a thin leather collar around her neck at all times, though it's mererly for fashion than for anything else. Capritsia has the strut of a model, as well. For self-defense, she carries talon-like finger armor in a nylon bag in her bra; they're much like metal claws, and they are quickly equipped and removed.

When Capritsia is more in the mood for a subtle day, she goes with less revealing clothing, though the hooded dress remains a favorite. Usually when Capritsia is in the mood for a subtle day, it means that someone's either going to die or get seriously bitched at.

Human Form Face Claim: Megan Fox

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Personality:

Capritsia is something like a wild card. Most people never know her really intentions until it's too late to stop her plans. Naturally, she doesn't have much influence when it comes to actual power, but when it comes to influence by "feminine ability", she's the top of her class. She's constantly twisting others' words and manipulating people to get them to do what she wants, whether it's manipulating them by what they desire sexually or whether it's just by blackmail. If she knows what you want or what you need then she'll get it and make you do what she asks in order to have it. She discards humans and the lesser demons like used tissues, but people with more authority she tends to keep around. She knows what she needs to succeed in Chorazin. Capritsia, herself, isn't easily manipulated; it's almost like she can smell a scheme before it even hatches. Generally, she tries to avoid schemes that she hasn't started because she doesn't know how they'll end up.

Outside of her talents and behaviors as a sex demon, Capritsia can be a number of things. She can be cold, calm, calculating, and purely fatal when she's on a mission to gather information without seduction or information. She can be very intimidating when she tries to be; she can actually growl or hiss when she's frustrated. She is a deadly enemy in battle because, along with her skill at knowing what people want sexually, she's good at gathering hints from the body to tell someone's next move. She's overall very cruel and sadistic when on a mission to kill. When she's just in the mood to do something for herself that doesn't particularly involve someone else, she tends to be a bit more relaxed.

History:

Capritsia's original purpose in her immortal life was to test many of the great men of God's commitment to their wives - she tested the seventh commandment that is "You shall not commit adultery." (Adultery is engaging in a sexual relationship outside of one's marriage. Jesus takes this further when he tells us in Matthew 5:28 we commit adultery when we even look on another person with thoughts of desire.) She enjoyed her duties a little too much at the start, but the efforts she put into seducing the men only further tested their commitment. When she failed, she would report their success and she'd move onto the next man. When she succeeded, however, she would take pleasure in her victory for a while before reporting back. For this, she was a bit less enjoyed by the other angels - especially considering that sex was supposed to be a beautiful thing, and she was doing something along the lines of exploiting her duties.

Fortunately for her, a few of the angels didn't think she was entirely useless. When the first angels were exiled from heaven because of their mutinous murmurings, Capritsia chose to go with them because most of the people who'd been cast down were the few people who didn't think less of her because of her duties on earth; in fact, most of them really enjoyed the pleasure that she could bring them while they awaited judgement. She continued doing what she was made to do, and as the years went on it grew easier and easier. People grew much more distant from God and the ten commandments, and those who tried to stay true to it were that much more exciting for her to try to tempt until they cracked, and they nearly always did. She became even more skilled at her purpose than when she'd originally been created because she learned more and more about people by living with the people. She grew more skilled at getting what she wanted, which wasn't just sex. She grew more skilled, in general, and grew better at influencing humans as well as the lesser demons to do as she wished.

When the Arrangement came around, Capritsia was in Chorazin and found herself trapped to that one "small" area by the barrier. She was furious, but she continued life as she always had, only now she had a few other duties to attend to; she found herself quickly aligning with any demons she could find to have their knowledge. She wished to end the Arrangement as quickly as possible in any way that she could find. It's what she continues to do; all she wants is information, sex, and occasionally a bit of blood on her hands.

Roleplay Example:

Capritsia absolutely hated the Pits of Hell. She had since she'd been cast down. One thing she had not considered as she'd chosen to follow Lucifer in order to continue enjoying her job for the rest of her existence was that he was certainly not going to have the most classy headquarters. Talk about a lack of decent decor; it was all hellfire and brimstone and shit like that, not to mention the fact that screaming souls of the eternally damned were constantly screaming made it hard to get a moment's peace. Demons were a bit obnoxious - actually, very obnoxious. One of the many reasons Capritsia would've liked to have stayed in heaven. It couldn't ever have gone down that way, though. She hated it up in heaven, too. Pristine little pricks...

Situations above ground had reawakened the Temptress to the fact that, under Sammael's rule, shit got fucked up fast, and if Capritsia had any intention of remaining alive through the rest of the Arrangement, she really needed to get her act together and start trying to find the book. Supposedly he'd found, like, an eighth of the book or something recently - then that whole Mara ordeal came up, and, to be frank, while Capritsia had a bit of pity for the poor, stupid girl, she didn't exactly care. Mara had pretty much been asking for it this whole time. After all, Mara was an idiot for trying to go behind Sammael's back. She should've known she'd get caught eventually. Not to mention all the shit this could start between the celestial beings - more than had already been in place. The little nightmare-bitch hadn't thought.

Then again, Capritsia knew how that worked, since thinking was "whatever" to her and she preferred to act on impulse, but that didn't seem like Mara's style. She should have more tact than that, right? Ah, well, she was getting her punishment now, and all Capritsia could do was try to avoid that same fate by doing her job and trying to find the book. Today, her job brought her into the Pits. Disgusting. She always hated it here, with these smelly demons and sulfur. She liked her penthouse with her dear pet Cassiel much, much more than this cramped shithole. Being part of the Fallen sucked.

Capritsia needed to find a recently deceased soul - death by drinking himself stupid and falling right out a window - who had at one point, apparently, heard something about a guy who was rumored to have held a book like that, or a piece of it. Had the book really been separated into a bunch of different pieces? Who would have been smart enough to do something like that? How could Raziel have even lost it for it to get separated in the first place? He wasn't supposed to be here, nor was his book. He'd really just gone and fucked everything up... Capritsia had barely considered what would happen when Sammael got the book. She merely believed what he said - that he could practically re-write history and claim heaven as theirs.

A part of her wondered if he would use the power all for himself with no regards to a follower as loyal as her. Perhaps he would completely ignore her and cast her down again once he got all the power of Raziel's book. Maybe he'd just let her stay with him, but give her nothing that she wanted, which, for the most part, was merely to fuck him before they went back to being completely celestial again. However, maybe Sammael would realize what an amazing asset she was and give her her own penthouse up in heaven. Wouldn't that be great? He'd practically make her queen of paradise... What a wonderful thought, to be able to piss off anyone and have them do nothing. Still, if the Temptress wanted that fate, Sammael had to get the book, and she had to prove her usefulness by helping him get it. It was all she could do to ensure her place in his future.

Capritsia had spent the last several hours searching for the particular soul; at last she had found him, and the game began. She was one of the only truly human-looking demons in Hell, so it was easy to get the man trusting her, especially once she'd momentarily released him from the misery of Hellish torture and began to circle him, her skin barely brushing his new soul essence; in her perfect form, she could mess with his soul all she wanted. After many minutes of questioning, Capritsia got what she needed and shifted immediately into her perfect form, leaping forward and attacking the soul with a vicious snarl. It could not die again, so she merely toyed with it until she grew bored, her jagged black gargoyle wings flapping furiously as she took off from her attack to merely glide through the halls and caverns of hell.

When she came to the portal to the Hellmouth, she rested in the main room, settling on a pedestal in a corner and curling her wings against her lithe feline body. She stroked her sharp scales with her razor-like tongue, but, suddenly, she heard the sing-song voice of a Seraph. She immediately sat up and perked her ears, a catty grin spreading over her face as Shansmaer, the angel of chance, made his way over to her, his emotionless face staring right through her. "Oooh, Shansmaer, am I going to get lucky today?" she rumbled with a wicked grin, sliding slowly and seductively off of her pedestal and prowling over to Shansmaer, rubbing her cat-like body against his semi-solid body.

[Sammael]

ACCEPTED!

Finally, I have a demon to help me destroy the city...Yay!