Diabolik Lovers, and canon plot based panfandom RP.
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Eri
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Karl Heinz and his wives, and Richter are not available for application by the gen public. They will be written by admins or admin upon request. Any and all outside of the boys will be up for interaction for personal plot advancement upon request.
Original means of her birth were simple. Cells of the current form amalgamated of Lust and demon; blood of the betrayed and the scorned, leaders born and monsters alike. Ah, yes made in their mother’s very image. Mothers means of destruction through the very means of their sins. Sins unbeknownst her children, but they listened. The consciousness stolen from another less fit, made one and broken to start again. Skin, eye, gender and the like were of her own choosing. Skin the richest tones like the earth she crawled from on the begotten plane. Eyes as blue as the sky above, mixed with the sting of the yellow orb above and the green below within the soil. Gender was never an issue; whatever fit the situation she would change it for the moment.
Israa was never sure if it was her consciousness that was made of the remnants of another's or was it this way with all of her “siblings”.
But the world was her oyster to reap from as was her “siblings”.
Crawling from the fiery thralls of Hell and into the the temporarily green pastures of Israel, Israa found herself wandering through this place on egg shells and uneasy bearings. Only after a few days of walking around, gawking like a newborn at the surroundings did her instincts become useful. To get clothes, to travel and sneak her way into things as he skin tone was found exotic for the time; using the forms of brothels, weary travellers and the like to fill the gnawing hunger finally showing itself. Finding the few other's like her for small amounts of help, others in different species and learning in observation. Cruelties of humans and their species alike. But, those were ended sooner than it was started. Something of mercy and as all things had to, she moved on.
A couple centuries passed and the plague bound, she was aware of people's desperation for help and salvation from death. Until she found one, she'd deem useful in the moment. Hair more red than any flame she'd seen in recent centuries, brighter than blood and eyes more blue than the Caspian Sea she knew, now dulled with the plague and skin pallid.
“You will survive and bloom into new life. And you’ll owe me an eternity.” She whispered before calling the person just to do so; complete the turning as she could not. Tying the end off so the favor from to the vampire would never be picked up. She spent the few days leaving small amount of people to “care” for the boy before disappearing from the Isles of the plague ridden territories. Disappearing from many places as her siblings did when they had produced their offspring, but unlike them, Isael had left her mark in different ways. About 800 years later, And a few wars caused over a dispute in the wake of a tall male, with long waves of hair and smile to destroy men’s wills, or in empires. Watching the fall of the Romanov's, rise of the US in their weapon construction. Giving construed information to officials in all countries, and shift for a moment until the men forget the face of the female form. Offspring wasn’t her way of bring destruction to this plane of existence, to further the folly of their beloved God’s creations. She’d destroy them all: humans, vampires, sucubi and incubi alike in their images, without reason, or reasons she will not state just yet.
Coming into the start of a bright era and she made an appearance in the city of Kamina. A country she had to touch, Japan seemed to have more than enough to spare to show her. Better places to start. Settling in the area of the red light district, Israa opened the brothel/cabaret establishment called Heaven’s Night; settled in the core of the block and pulsing with the soft, alluring sounds of music. The club entertains to any with the money and those just looking, but not the money to touch her plethora of workers. Taking in runaways and the homeless, having them work for their place in her establishment; either through a deal made or her own decision on what they would do and how they would do it.
