Anneliese LallyAge :
103 (Appears early 20s)Sex :
Solitary SinHouse :
Second YearSkills: Fades to Background
-- With quiet demeanor and passive personality, the seeming youth is oft forgotten when others speak around her.Confidante
-- Many people look upon this unassuming and quiet form with favor, and find themselves divulging innermost secrets. Powers:A Giving Compulsion
-- Her innocent appearance and veneer of polite praise encourages others to gift her, and often. This is a developing talent, rather small now but innate through most of her life.Whispers in the Dark
-- This newfound power requires concentration on a specific target over the course of days. A mere echo in dreams in attempts to sway a target to her way of thinking.Height :
5'3Weight / Body type :
BlueDistinguishing Features :
"Quod abundat non obstat
"; a Latin script along her ribcage on the left side. In opposition, in both meaning and placement, is "Radix malorum est cupiditas
" just under right shoulderblade -- a symbol of polarity.Likes :
Trinkets and gifts, being adored from afar, subtle exploitation. Dislikes:
Loud noises, confrontation. About:
"Inopiae desunt multa, avaritiae omnia.
" To poverty many things are lacking; to avarice, everything.
A plaque of blue lettering on black background adorns the entry to her room.."I would not profess to speak of myself.. Pride is no sin of mine.."
To speak a story better untold, for simple lack of splendor.. Youth alone gives so little opportunity for narrative. A birth of lusts conjoined amidst bickering and squalor produced wide-eyed child of unassuming manner. Nothing stood out; no pulse of strength and power in which creators could find a source of pride. Perhaps her only saving grace was a rare streak of compassion on part of mother, to smuggle her through to realm of earth and deposit her there to rot, instead of allowing others feast on tender entrails.
More luck saw her found by passerbys, soon turned to authorities and then to state home. She was by nature a quiet child, keeping to herself. In school, her 'friends' were stronger, voracious defenders of the girl who was smaller, weaker, and so rarely whispered evils of others that she must be believed. Magpie-like tendencies manifested early, in form of both gifts and trophies.. small trinkets hidden under bed or loose floorboard, admired in private. She thrilled at these private attentions, at her private treasures. She excelled at her games of power behind the scenes, learning again and again to start from scratch when shifted to another foster home.
At age of sixteen, the girl had amassed enough hidden fortune (a small one, really, to bankroll a life of her own) to earn freedom away from foster care. She found herself gravitating nigh immediate to powerful men, easily manipulated by a pretty face and soft voice. How easy it was to rule from bed, to take what she wanted without dirtying delicate hands..
This drifting lifestyle of relative comfort suited the blossoming woman, though she remained slender and pixie-like in body. Older men enjoyed her physical appeal immensely, and she was rarely found wanting. In private, Anne wondered if something was wrong. She turned to less reputable resources in her search for explanation, yet it was only when she found obscure texts of Demonology in Latin that she felt a resonant chord. Late at night, surrounded by the dim glow of solitary candle's flame, she whispered of the secrets she had learned and, scarce into her thirtieth year, she was answered...
None other than the form of her mother answered, disgust twisting her fair features at the hearkening of offspring. It was revealed with scorn and contempt her orgins, her lineage. She was disparaged for such weakness, cursed for her lacking of demonic power. Anneliese stood dumbfounded, scarce believing infernal blood ran through her veins and granted her this eternal youth that she had taken so for granted. Her evil deeds were catalogued without remorse, though tears shimmered in her overlarge eyes. Finally, beseeching, she threw herself at her mother's feet and begged for a taste of home.
To Hell was she bound; a world apart from what she knew. What hardships she had endured on Earth paled into comparison to the depths and lands of her brethren. She was an easy target, of course, and it was only by falling to her own ways -- by attaching herself to someone stronger -- did she find recourse to survival. She learned, too, to consider meekness an asset, to fade into background. So very successful was she that secrets were spilled, lending power to those she allied with, and granting her more in return. And yet she was fledgling still, jumping upon chance to return to a gentler Earth and learn how to become something
when she was regarded so strongly as nothing. Labels :
Unobtrusive, weak, wallflower, leech..Sexuality :
Bisexual with male preference. Sexual On's and Offs : Brazen's o/o'sPlayer :