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Character name: Ash
Series: The Tarot Café
Age: Physically around 19-20.
Canon: The immortal and wise Pamela owns a Tarot Café in modern Great Britain's London. On the surface, she takes customers for tarot readings, but after midnight more than the average human visits: vampires, werewolves, fairies, ghosts- any creature is welcomed. In exchange for her help and guidance, they pay her with beads from a necklace belonging to Belial, helping her fulfill a contract with a demon called Belus. As a child, Pamela lost her mother who was burned at the stake for witchcraft and she ended up being raised by a dragon who later became her lover. But as luck does not last long, her lover was murdered and she gained immortality from him before he died.
The dragon Ash, despite his love for Pamela, detested living and only wanted to be mortal so he could die a natural death. Thus, he made a pact with the demon Belial, and was reborn, given life by a gemstone from Belial's Necklace. Today's Ash has apparently no memories of his past, attracts the worst sort of company and despite an almost angelic, sweet and teasing demeanor, he's actually a sadistic sociopath with no remorse, fine with torturing and seducing others for mere entertainment. Ash grew up without parents and had a hard time until Belus came around and swept him off his feet, becoming like a teacher and friend to him. Ash has no real affection for anyone else, claims Belus as "his", and occasionally threatens him without consequences. Ash is jealous of and downright hates Pamela because she "stole" Belus when he abandoned Ash to spend time with her, and he's quick to pull her into a game of sweet lies and betrayal. This is especially cruel since he reminds her of the original Ash. In short, Ash is a deceptive, childish and egotistical brat, good at playing innocent and helpless victim to lull you into a false sense of security and then using his very strong hypnotic abilities to make you do what he wants.
Sample: I can now say that I've been pursued by a horde of ravaging monsters chanting "brains" at the top of their lungs. It's not so bad, if not flattering, but the smell and ugly appearances makes it quite unpleasant. And it gets worse when I'm knocked unconscious and left to their mercy. See, it's one thing to wake up in an unfamiliar environment, chained to a bed by some complete stranger obsessing over you. I can deal with that kind of person. Usually, they're very lonely; they might have taken a liking to their victims, and can end up stupid and naive. All that's needed is little manipulating and sweet-talk and you've got them wrapped around your finger in no time. Because it's all right to deceive bad people. However...
Being held down on a pile of uncomfortable weeds by tentacles doesn't exactly mirror my image of kidnappers. And whoever is guarding me is obviously not human. His skin is even hanging off his bones. Gross. Uhm, excuse me, Mister? Madam? What's the meaning of this? I'm pretty sure that whatever I signed up for before coming here didn't involve slime arms of some undistinguished monster, and certainly not ones that like to tug at my shirt at random intervals.
... Uh, hello? Even if you're missing your ears, I'm not going stand with getting ignored! I'm not sure what you want to accomplish tying me up like this, but I haven't done anything to deserve it, and I think it's a bit unfair of you to not give me any information. Ah, so this is your cave? ... It looks very solitary. Aw, so you do think it's lonely. You poor poor thing. Do you and the ... tentacles bring in guests because of that? Ah! T-tell your monster to stop tearing at my clothes! ... What? Scared? No, I'm not scared. I'm sure you have a good reason for this and you will tell me. So, it turns out that I'm just another virgin sacrifice to your Squid God -- ... wait a minute? A what sacrifice? N-now, that's a bit over the top, isn't it? I don't suppose you could tell your God to release me? Oh, stop shivering like a leaf. I'm closer to the lake and the tentacles than you are, and I'm still here, right? That's good, just come a bit closer, talk to the monster and I'll --
... oh. I didn't know squids ate zombies. Well, he was dead anyway, I'm sure he didn't mind. I guess I'll just have to make do myself. Do I call you a "God" too? Because I've never seen such a big squid before. Your name ... is Marcy? And you want me to be your special friend? I'm sorry to say this, but you're really not my type. I wouldn't mind being your friend at all, but I'd be so much happier if you unchai -- tacled me. We'd even be able to bond in a better way if I wasn't restrained! No, of course I won't run away.
There you go, much better. It hurt a little, you know. It's not nice to keep people captured like this. But since you were so nice to let me go, I'll share a secret with you. You see, having the amount of tentacles you have, imagine what you could do, being your own special friend? You've certainly got the means for it. Good girl. I knew you'd see it my way. As it happens, I don't really have time to play with the likes of you, even if your, ah ... services are renowned far and wide, as you so eloquently put it.
But if you insist on being mine, then I'll tell you this: I'll do what I want with my possessions. Because they are mine. It's just simple logic.
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Series: The Tarot Café
Age: Physically around 19-20.
Canon: The immortal and wise Pamela owns a Tarot Café in modern Great Britain's London. On the surface, she takes customers for tarot readings, but after midnight more than the average human visits: vampires, werewolves, fairies, ghosts- any creature is welcomed. In exchange for her help and guidance, they pay her with beads from a necklace belonging to Belial, helping her fulfill a contract with a demon called Belus. As a child, Pamela lost her mother who was burned at the stake for witchcraft and she ended up being raised by a dragon who later became her lover. But as luck does not last long, her lover was murdered and she gained immortality from him before he died.
The dragon Ash, despite his love for Pamela, detested living and only wanted to be mortal so he could die a natural death. Thus, he made a pact with the demon Belial, and was reborn, given life by a gemstone from Belial's Necklace. Today's Ash has apparently no memories of his past, attracts the worst sort of company and despite an almost angelic, sweet and teasing demeanor, he's actually a sadistic sociopath with no remorse, fine with torturing and seducing others for mere entertainment. Ash grew up without parents and had a hard time until Belus came around and swept him off his feet, becoming like a teacher and friend to him. Ash has no real affection for anyone else, claims Belus as "his", and occasionally threatens him without consequences. Ash is jealous of and downright hates Pamela because she "stole" Belus when he abandoned Ash to spend time with her, and he's quick to pull her into a game of sweet lies and betrayal. This is especially cruel since he reminds her of the original Ash. In short, Ash is a deceptive, childish and egotistical brat, good at playing innocent and helpless victim to lull you into a false sense of security and then using his very strong hypnotic abilities to make you do what he wants.
Sample: I can now say that I've been pursued by a horde of ravaging monsters chanting "brains" at the top of their lungs. It's not so bad, if not flattering, but the smell and ugly appearances makes it quite unpleasant. And it gets worse when I'm knocked unconscious and left to their mercy. See, it's one thing to wake up in an unfamiliar environment, chained to a bed by some complete stranger obsessing over you. I can deal with that kind of person. Usually, they're very lonely; they might have taken a liking to their victims, and can end up stupid and naive. All that's needed is little manipulating and sweet-talk and you've got them wrapped around your finger in no time. Because it's all right to deceive bad people. However...
Being held down on a pile of uncomfortable weeds by tentacles doesn't exactly mirror my image of kidnappers. And whoever is guarding me is obviously not human. His skin is even hanging off his bones. Gross. Uhm, excuse me, Mister? Madam? What's the meaning of this? I'm pretty sure that whatever I signed up for before coming here didn't involve slime arms of some undistinguished monster, and certainly not ones that like to tug at my shirt at random intervals.
... Uh, hello? Even if you're missing your ears, I'm not going stand with getting ignored! I'm not sure what you want to accomplish tying me up like this, but I haven't done anything to deserve it, and I think it's a bit unfair of you to not give me any information. Ah, so this is your cave? ... It looks very solitary. Aw, so you do think it's lonely. You poor poor thing. Do you and the ... tentacles bring in guests because of that? Ah! T-tell your monster to stop tearing at my clothes! ... What? Scared? No, I'm not scared. I'm sure you have a good reason for this and you will tell me. So, it turns out that I'm just another virgin sacrifice to your Squid God -- ... wait a minute? A what sacrifice? N-now, that's a bit over the top, isn't it? I don't suppose you could tell your God to release me? Oh, stop shivering like a leaf. I'm closer to the lake and the tentacles than you are, and I'm still here, right? That's good, just come a bit closer, talk to the monster and I'll --
... oh. I didn't know squids ate zombies. Well, he was dead anyway, I'm sure he didn't mind. I guess I'll just have to make do myself. Do I call you a "God" too? Because I've never seen such a big squid before. Your name ... is Marcy? And you want me to be your special friend? I'm sorry to say this, but you're really not my type. I wouldn't mind being your friend at all, but I'd be so much happier if you unchai -- tacled me. We'd even be able to bond in a better way if I wasn't restrained! No, of course I won't run away.
There you go, much better. It hurt a little, you know. It's not nice to keep people captured like this. But since you were so nice to let me go, I'll share a secret with you. You see, having the amount of tentacles you have, imagine what you could do, being your own special friend? You've certainly got the means for it. Good girl. I knew you'd see it my way. As it happens, I don't really have time to play with the likes of you, even if your, ah ... services are renowned far and wide, as you so eloquently put it.
But if you insist on being mine, then I'll tell you this: I'll do what I want with my possessions. Because they are mine. It's just simple logic.
88.5% | 52 In | 6 Out