Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 22:16:43 GMT -5
Avina Paccius
theme song:;
Elastic Heart by Sia
description:;
Avina has a intensely beautiful complexion. She has smooth skin, pale, and white. She had smooth, heavy locks that curl down to her breasts, the color of milky chocolate. Her eyes are a mesmerizing, cold blue. She is slightly muscular, with a build more manly than feminine, in the abs, but has wide hips and a well-endowed chest. She is fairly slender , but curvy.
Avina Paccius is fierce, and is protective of what little she has come to love (her home town). She likes to think of herself as some sort of god incarnation that protects the weak humans from preying supernaturals, but is actually avenging the death of the little girl she was and the birth of a cold monster of grief made flesh. Avina is also deceitful, and thinks of shadows her friend.
Avina is corrupt, though. She is broken, and a welling hole of dissatisfaction has grown in her, and she has episodes of breakdown moments of crying, screaming, and irrational thought and insanity. She erupts into a stormy instability during this phase, and becomes more chaotic, and dedicated her last breath to slaying any form of supernatural, telling herself it's protection of humans, but will harm humans by accident or purpose if they interfere. She tends to mourn the loss of her home, and cries over the death of her family and her former-self in a rage.
Most of the time, Avina tries to present herself well-behaved, but she is careless, and impulsive as well. She still retains some of her logic from her education days, but she no longer functions correctly.
Avina Paccius is fierce, and is protective of what little she has come to love (her home town). She likes to think of herself as some sort of god incarnation that protects the weak humans from preying supernaturals, but is actually avenging the death of the little girl she was and the birth of a cold monster of grief made flesh. Avina is also deceitful, and thinks of shadows her friend.
Avina is corrupt, though. She is broken, and a welling hole of dissatisfaction has grown in her, and she has episodes of breakdown moments of crying, screaming, and irrational thought and insanity. She erupts into a stormy instability during this phase, and becomes more chaotic, and dedicated her last breath to slaying any form of supernatural, telling herself it's protection of humans, but will harm humans by accident or purpose if they interfere. She tends to mourn the loss of her home, and cries over the death of her family and her former-self in a rage.
Most of the time, Avina tries to present herself well-behaved, but she is careless, and impulsive as well. She still retains some of her logic from her education days, but she no longer functions correctly.
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Artwork
age:;
sweet 1,809
gender:;
female
race:
born a angel hunter
should we put bricks on your head?:;
Avina is 5'10" tall
no place like home:;
Byzantium, Eastern Roman Empire (Constantinople, Turkey)
getting lucky with ~someone~:;
Pansexual
babies coming?:;
single
abilities:;
Heal 1 (-50) ;; Heal 2 (-100) ;; Water 1 (-150) ;; Shapeshift 1 (-200) ;; Flight (innate) ;; Blasphemy (innate) ;;
weapon(s):;
Concealed antique Roman dagger made of carved bronze, embedded with lapis lazuli
whatcha~wearin?:;
Avina likes to wear revealing outfits, gowns, and sun dresses most of all. In the peak of her life in the Byzantine Empire, she wore flowing silk dresses, and tries to find remnants or similarities to them.
transportation:;
-foot & flight
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;
Nope
disposition to the law:;
Chaotic
alignment:;
Neutral
likes:;
Jewelry,
Ancient Rome,
Weapons,
Battle/Fights,
Working out
Ancient Rome,
Weapons,
Battle/Fights,
Working out
dislikes:;
Weakness,
Supernaturals,
Cars,
Supernaturals,
Cars,
phobias:;
Fear of aging
obsessions:;
The hunting and slaughter of supernaturals, like prey
background:;
Born in the year 203 AD in Byzantium, Eastern Rome, Avina has witnessed a truly glorifying empire ruled by emperors compared to the gods. She was adopted by the Paccius family, a family of wealthy merchants who were particularly zealous in the light of God. As a merchant's daughter, Avina was considered apart of the Patrician social class, at best. She had grown up in the shadows of her siblings, whom her father had always placed above her, in every term. Because of his favoritism, equivalent to her sex, she was closer to her mother than father, and had held a quiet envy towards her two brothers.
Avina had experience little of her childhood, as she was taught to be zealous and devoted to her religion and her education, and to always hold them equally along with her family in terms of morals. Her mother, as was expected, taugh her what it meant to be a lady, and that meant to listen to the men, and to become a devoted bride, something that did not particularly attract her. Avina Paccius had held a small hatred towards this, but had figured that her birth would somehow save her when she's older, so she may become a merchant herself, but never had acted on her yearning. Nevertheless, Avina grew up a logical and rational child, always questioning societal division, it's rules, the laws, and how she was ruled. She even questioned the reason for an emperor, but still saw that Byzantium had a structure original to itself, and it's society, so she never openly objected the rules. This attitude had lead her to become a highborn, attractive and well-educated lying lady, by adolescence...which meant the family could finally find her becoming of her ungainly sex, and be used for an alliance marriage.
At the age of 15, Avina's father, and even her mother, had participated enthusiastically in matchmaking for their daughter. Several legion soldiers, merchant sons, and even a relative of a Oligarch. Only a month away from turning 16, the groom had been selected for Avina, the Oligarch's nephew, Justinian Graccus. Avina was not surprised that she would be marrying someone with connections to an oligarch, because of her father's constant greed that often driven him to the cunning and political art of marriage. She had agreed to it (although she had no choice anyway) and decided to continue living as normal, until no more than a week, she was going to be leaving the home manse, and be arranged to wed at the Temple of Venus, and the anxiety had grown, and had malignantly disrupted her into a state of panic, and she knew she must repent this marriage at all costs. And when she did, her mother refused to speak to her and to acknowledge her as her own. Her father was arrogant in a manner, and threatened to have her dragged to the basilica. She still refused, and so she was placed under house arrest, in her room. She had attempted to escape, but couldn't, with guards place outside her chamber door.
On the eve night of the wedding, in her chambers, she had spent the day contemplating jumping out her window, and had considered it too extreme. But, she knew that she would be dragged, humiliated! Her groom was 40 years old! And so, she combed to the ledge of the window, and jumped to her apparent death, only to find that she didn't die, but a certain foreign instinct had broken loose, and wings grew from her spine, and she soared!
She had flew over Byzantium, and had watched the city from a night sky. Her black wings kept her concealed well enough. After minutes of flight, she had considered that she may be a literal servant of god, one of the fantasized angels of legend. And she accepted it, but with a fluttering heart in an awe state of denial.
So when the wedding day arrived, she never did;; she flew from her window, and never returned to her home, but lived as a fugitive in her city, scraping by with the bits of coin she carried. She had been barely recognized with the smearing of dirt over her face and cloaking. She lived in the slums at day, but flew in the skies at night. She continued this until her money was exhausted, and she was forced to scrape by with stealing, and digging through trash. During a festival, she had attempted a steal of a golden necklace from a jeweler, but was caught. Instinctively, she had grown her wings to fly away to safety, but was dragged down. She was discovered as an angel, and was held captive by the Oligarchs who cared enough to investigate her;;she was considered a threat, and was decided to be put to death, much to the clergy's objection. And when that day arrived, she had discovered a new ability: healing! When the sword was raised, she nearly broke her neck to dodge it, and was held down. Instead, she was to be horizontally pierced, and she bobbed to the side when the strike came, and the cut was not as deep as anticipated, but it was easy to make it look like it was, with the moans and spasms. She fell purposely silent, but the light radiating from her fingertips closed the wounds...when she was disposed from the public execution square to a mortuary, thought dead, she was alive! She had played along dead enough, but then crept silently as she could, to escape, but collided with an armored man on her way out.
A man dressed in armor had escorted her away, but then forcefully gripped her, and stolen her off into a temple some ways between her old manse and the Venus temple. He was a cultist, of some pagan fanatic religion. He had a beautiful brazen dagger, bejeweled with lapis, and was about to kill her for whatever benefit;; the dagger sliced into her stomach, not as feel as a soldier's slash, but deep enough to make her scream, and bleed out. The man had left her alone on the table, but Avina had resisted the linen wiring that held her down, and broken free after several strokes and kicks. She had taken the dagger from her chest, with much pain, and had instinctively healed herself. She had found the man who stabbed her, and creapt up behind him, and plunged the dagger into his back. His mask had fallen off to reveal fangs, and pale skin, and at that moment she knew he was a vampire, a supernatural. And so she rebelled in his death.
She hadn't known she wasn't alone. Several other men choked her, held her down, and imprisoned her. She was molested over the course of a years time, and beaten often, but wasn't deprived of food. When she tried to starve herself, she was only force-fed. But after a year and a half's time, she had finally decided that it was time to act. She knew her powers were growing stronger, and she felt energy in the air. When a man came in to use her for pleasure, she grabbed that energy, and from the moisture of the damp cell, she formed a chain of water, and strangled the man, and stolen off with his brazen dagger. She stabbed others, and strangled another, and was almost killed at her last cultist. By the time she reached the exit, she was free but weakened.
Avina developed a sense of emptiness, a sense of yearning for the comfort of her family, but they disowned her. And so she couldn't return...that month of her life left her in reflection, of who she really was, what she had been through, and the vampires who used her. It was sickening. She continued her life, but she felt a tightening anger to ravage the men who had raped her, but she had already killed them, and she wasn't a man, only a 17 year old girl, and female! This anger was a burden to her for the next few years. She couldn't take it! Hidden in the shadows, with bleak hope, no home to return to. It was enough. She wanted nothing more to break skulls of men alike those who raped her, and so she decided to train herself, and slowly risen in strength of her powers.
Avina had grown her years up training, stealing, scraping by, and even resulted to whoring. She had witnessed battles and change. But she watched Byzantium and it's empire decline, and that had been a pain to watch. She had fought the Turkish invaders who threatened to take her city, but the armies couldn't prevail, and so she fled to Rome, Italy, where she lived under several lords as a common peasant and occasional prostitute. But something else has been I trying throughout this...the torture of outliving her adoptive family (or who she thought to be her family) and her home, watching it fall, and the brutal memories of deranged rape....she was left without a sexuality, and an unfulfilled hole that sought revenge, and so she slowly had fallen to corruption, even in the light of God. She befallen insanity that would occur in episodes, where she'd kill humans as well as supernaturals uncontrollably. Her long lifespan left her longing, unforgiving, and with little regard to mortals, but even so, her history left her corrupt, fallen, and a hunter. And now, today, she's decided that she will avenge that little Avina, who had died at the hands of vampires...and that she will fulfill that empty, black void where her heart use to beat.
Avina had experience little of her childhood, as she was taught to be zealous and devoted to her religion and her education, and to always hold them equally along with her family in terms of morals. Her mother, as was expected, taugh her what it meant to be a lady, and that meant to listen to the men, and to become a devoted bride, something that did not particularly attract her. Avina Paccius had held a small hatred towards this, but had figured that her birth would somehow save her when she's older, so she may become a merchant herself, but never had acted on her yearning. Nevertheless, Avina grew up a logical and rational child, always questioning societal division, it's rules, the laws, and how she was ruled. She even questioned the reason for an emperor, but still saw that Byzantium had a structure original to itself, and it's society, so she never openly objected the rules. This attitude had lead her to become a highborn, attractive and well-educated lying lady, by adolescence...which meant the family could finally find her becoming of her ungainly sex, and be used for an alliance marriage.
At the age of 15, Avina's father, and even her mother, had participated enthusiastically in matchmaking for their daughter. Several legion soldiers, merchant sons, and even a relative of a Oligarch. Only a month away from turning 16, the groom had been selected for Avina, the Oligarch's nephew, Justinian Graccus. Avina was not surprised that she would be marrying someone with connections to an oligarch, because of her father's constant greed that often driven him to the cunning and political art of marriage. She had agreed to it (although she had no choice anyway) and decided to continue living as normal, until no more than a week, she was going to be leaving the home manse, and be arranged to wed at the Temple of Venus, and the anxiety had grown, and had malignantly disrupted her into a state of panic, and she knew she must repent this marriage at all costs. And when she did, her mother refused to speak to her and to acknowledge her as her own. Her father was arrogant in a manner, and threatened to have her dragged to the basilica. She still refused, and so she was placed under house arrest, in her room. She had attempted to escape, but couldn't, with guards place outside her chamber door.
On the eve night of the wedding, in her chambers, she had spent the day contemplating jumping out her window, and had considered it too extreme. But, she knew that she would be dragged, humiliated! Her groom was 40 years old! And so, she combed to the ledge of the window, and jumped to her apparent death, only to find that she didn't die, but a certain foreign instinct had broken loose, and wings grew from her spine, and she soared!
She had flew over Byzantium, and had watched the city from a night sky. Her black wings kept her concealed well enough. After minutes of flight, she had considered that she may be a literal servant of god, one of the fantasized angels of legend. And she accepted it, but with a fluttering heart in an awe state of denial.
So when the wedding day arrived, she never did;; she flew from her window, and never returned to her home, but lived as a fugitive in her city, scraping by with the bits of coin she carried. She had been barely recognized with the smearing of dirt over her face and cloaking. She lived in the slums at day, but flew in the skies at night. She continued this until her money was exhausted, and she was forced to scrape by with stealing, and digging through trash. During a festival, she had attempted a steal of a golden necklace from a jeweler, but was caught. Instinctively, she had grown her wings to fly away to safety, but was dragged down. She was discovered as an angel, and was held captive by the Oligarchs who cared enough to investigate her;;she was considered a threat, and was decided to be put to death, much to the clergy's objection. And when that day arrived, she had discovered a new ability: healing! When the sword was raised, she nearly broke her neck to dodge it, and was held down. Instead, she was to be horizontally pierced, and she bobbed to the side when the strike came, and the cut was not as deep as anticipated, but it was easy to make it look like it was, with the moans and spasms. She fell purposely silent, but the light radiating from her fingertips closed the wounds...when she was disposed from the public execution square to a mortuary, thought dead, she was alive! She had played along dead enough, but then crept silently as she could, to escape, but collided with an armored man on her way out.
A man dressed in armor had escorted her away, but then forcefully gripped her, and stolen her off into a temple some ways between her old manse and the Venus temple. He was a cultist, of some pagan fanatic religion. He had a beautiful brazen dagger, bejeweled with lapis, and was about to kill her for whatever benefit;; the dagger sliced into her stomach, not as feel as a soldier's slash, but deep enough to make her scream, and bleed out. The man had left her alone on the table, but Avina had resisted the linen wiring that held her down, and broken free after several strokes and kicks. She had taken the dagger from her chest, with much pain, and had instinctively healed herself. She had found the man who stabbed her, and creapt up behind him, and plunged the dagger into his back. His mask had fallen off to reveal fangs, and pale skin, and at that moment she knew he was a vampire, a supernatural. And so she rebelled in his death.
She hadn't known she wasn't alone. Several other men choked her, held her down, and imprisoned her. She was molested over the course of a years time, and beaten often, but wasn't deprived of food. When she tried to starve herself, she was only force-fed. But after a year and a half's time, she had finally decided that it was time to act. She knew her powers were growing stronger, and she felt energy in the air. When a man came in to use her for pleasure, she grabbed that energy, and from the moisture of the damp cell, she formed a chain of water, and strangled the man, and stolen off with his brazen dagger. She stabbed others, and strangled another, and was almost killed at her last cultist. By the time she reached the exit, she was free but weakened.
Avina developed a sense of emptiness, a sense of yearning for the comfort of her family, but they disowned her. And so she couldn't return...that month of her life left her in reflection, of who she really was, what she had been through, and the vampires who used her. It was sickening. She continued her life, but she felt a tightening anger to ravage the men who had raped her, but she had already killed them, and she wasn't a man, only a 17 year old girl, and female! This anger was a burden to her for the next few years. She couldn't take it! Hidden in the shadows, with bleak hope, no home to return to. It was enough. She wanted nothing more to break skulls of men alike those who raped her, and so she decided to train herself, and slowly risen in strength of her powers.
Avina had grown her years up training, stealing, scraping by, and even resulted to whoring. She had witnessed battles and change. But she watched Byzantium and it's empire decline, and that had been a pain to watch. She had fought the Turkish invaders who threatened to take her city, but the armies couldn't prevail, and so she fled to Rome, Italy, where she lived under several lords as a common peasant and occasional prostitute. But something else has been I trying throughout this...the torture of outliving her adoptive family (or who she thought to be her family) and her home, watching it fall, and the brutal memories of deranged rape....she was left without a sexuality, and an unfulfilled hole that sought revenge, and so she slowly had fallen to corruption, even in the light of God. She befallen insanity that would occur in episodes, where she'd kill humans as well as supernaturals uncontrollably. Her long lifespan left her longing, unforgiving, and with little regard to mortals, but even so, her history left her corrupt, fallen, and a hunter. And now, today, she's decided that she will avenge that little Avina, who had died at the hands of vampires...and that she will fulfill that empty, black void where her heart use to beat.
Avina watched Byzantium/Eastern Roman Empire fall, but desires to see it rise again. She considers herself heiress and protector of what's left of it in the city of Constantinople.
She doesn't worship any of the pagan modern gods, but is a zealous Catholic, converted at the time of the Crusades, and has abandoned her Roman faith.
She doesn't worship any of the pagan modern gods, but is a zealous Catholic, converted at the time of the Crusades, and has abandoned her Roman faith.
