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Your name: Ruthi
Your journal: saria
Contact: pandabuckets @ aim, ruthnor @ plurk
Other characters played at Passing: Sylar, Angel
Character name: Illyria
Character fandom: Angel
Version: v1
Canon point: After she first started … existing.
Importing development from old game? no
Background:
buffy wikia
Changes from canon, if AU: no
Personality:
Illyria started as one of the ancient demons referred to as the Old Ones. She was worshipped by many, with scores of warriors dedication to her and her own religious sect. She refers to herself as a "God-King" and "shaper of things." After being defeated in one of her own wars, she was placed in a tomb in the Deeper Well and left there for thousands of years. Her influence was so great that in modern times she still had followers, most importantly Knox, an employee of the law firm Wolfram and Hart. He ordered Illyria's tomb to be shipped to Wolfram and Hart, but it was, hilariously enough, stuck in customs. After finally arriving in the firm's laboratory, Illyria was released back into the world by infecting the body of Winifred Burkle and hollowing her body out to use as a shell.
She has difficulty accepting her new reality. While she still considers herself an all-powerful force worthy of being worshipped, no one else sees her that way or … really cares at all. She constantly refers to the "good old days" and how things were back in her prime, much to the annoyance of everyone else. She also acts very patronizing and condescending to others, because they couldn't possibly have experienced all the things she has. Angel accuses her of "speechifying" when she goes on these long tangents about the past and starts calling everyone mud and plankton.
Her attitude changes a little when she realizes her kingdom is completely gone and her powers have to be reduced to keep her from exploding all over the continental shelf. One of the first things she does after being brought back to life is go to her temple to rise her army so that she can overtake the world and go back to being ~God-King~. Her statue is toppled over and her army is dead, leaving her completely dismayed and devastated. Her entire world is gone, forcing her to face the reality of living in this one. She doesn't like that very much. A reality without everyone worshipping her sucks.
Since being alive and running around Wolfram and Hart, she likes to go around patronizing everyone and gives speeches about the ~good old days~. Lots of speeches. Look, she really misses when everyone else was pond scum.
After enough time, she catches on to some of the nuances of being human from Wesley. And Spike, kind of. (He's her pet.) Most of her life is just following Wesley around and asking him why he spends all his time drinking and crying.
She does kind of make a place for herself on Team Angel, even though everyone was wary of her at first. She advises them about Angel when he's acting like a crazy bitch, and is willing to fight with them when Angel launches his big attack on Wolfram and Hart and the Circle of the Black Thorn shit and … whatever. Since she can't be a ~god king~ anymore, she finds meaning and purpose there.
Abilities:
+ superhuman strength and near invulnerability
+ time manipulation
+ interdimensional travel
+ plant communication
+ teleportation
+ limited shapeshifting (ie she can … turn into fred.)
+ enhanced senses
+ the ability to differentiate between humans and non-humans.
+ empathy
+ way above average hand-to-hand combat skills
Writing sample:
She didn't understand why they looked at her so. The two half-breeds, and the human, Wesley. Like she'd committed some grave offense, when her only crime was simply being. She'd been used to other looks in days long gone. When she was more than this. Looks of fear, respect. Admiration.
But it was all gone now. She was a twit. A smurf, whatever that was. As she stood on the rooftop and looked down, she wondered she she was there at all. This world didn't deserve her presence. But she was trapped in. Locked. There was no way out. She kicked a rock over the edge. All the people, the things she had met, they were just as significant as the rock. Worthless.
Illyria couldn't leave, though. That was the problem, and yet it didn't trouble her as much as it probably should have. This, this entire world was a game. It was foolish, pointless, but still she felt compelled to play on. Without taking as much as a running jump from the ledge, she lept, landing on the ground with catlike reflexes. Like it was nothing. There were things to do. Places to explore. And she knew that she should check on Wesley and make sure he hadn't drowned in a puddle made of whiskey.
Voice sample:
a couple threads here.
another thread here.
If that's not enough I'm cool with voice testing with a mod. c: