Name: Megan Lilac Macleod
age:18
Height: ..shes short
Weight: a bit of a thicker snicker
Scent: Lilac Perfume
Occupations:
Waitress at The Rodex
Burlesque Dancer
Human Origins
Megan was born to a scheming mother, and a estranged father with a family of his own, used as a tool for blackmail and a means to sponge money. She'd go through her early years learning first hand about the corruption of man. Quietly observing the actions of those around her and the many faces that came an went from her home all caught up in her mothers game of social climbing through the use of her body.
Through out the years she'd find some escape through the means of music and dance with a preference for the ballet. in spite of her shorter height compared to others she proved capable of the art gaining herself a scholar ship to a decent arts collage in New York city. Things were looking well for her an escape to something better was in her sights.
To ash in her mouth as her haven were short lived through her studies in the collage she found herself a point of fixation and interest to one of the collage professors. The interest starting out in compliments and extra instruction. With each day the fixation grew she found new manifestations surfacing as the professor would advance further and further. Her sanity were hanging by a shred as she made a plan to end it once an for all. Everything were set in its place as she had him meet with her under the premise of giving herself completely to him. The pig went willingly being bound to the chair and she had the matches in her hand. Unfortunately time werent on her side as the two were caught by his wife.
Upon being caught and assumed to be a adulterating mistress it didnt take long for her name to be black listed through the city of New York and to lose her place in the collage. Even disowned by her parents as she were packed up and shipped to wailing rock in hopes her laying low would offer a better start, No one could have guessed just how far she would fall.
The Rise of PrisellePriselle
Demon of Temptation
formed from the darkness of a scorned woman's heart after the betrayal of man, through prayers and begging for revenge and the world to be just. Priselle soon found the answers to her call from the darkness that bound her to her form. Granting her the ability to seek her desires for love, respect and most of all power. Her blood were corrupted till she became the dark temptress that stands before you slowly an subtly whispering for you to seek out the desires deep in the previous of your mind. Her whispers like little skeleton keys to the Pandora's box every being carries inside them.
History:
Priselle has only ever been graced with walking the mortal realm twice with in her existence,
Her first life began in a feudal era of Asia, in the body of a priestess high on the hills among monks. Each one her whispers would lead astray till she nearly brought the Buddha to his knees. Claiming three high sitting monks for her own confining them to that of feline state (her three heads that rest on her shoulders) , However her victory was shortly lived as a few to pure for her corruption caught on. Only managing to seal her away under multiple talismans. Centuries would pass before one of the many artifacts were destroyed allowing her to rise from her prison once more.
The remaining talismans keeping her week as they adorn a cloak over her darker form, each one weighing down. Her steps and abilities remaining limited till each and every talisman's mortal representation is destroyed.
