Post by Demeter on Dec 30, 2012 21:22:14 GMT -5
Character Name: Isis Peyton
Age/Birthday: 1256 years old/Born in 757 AD
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Custos
Angel/Custos
Deity: Qetesh – Egyptian Goddess of Fertility
Faction: Succubus
Ethereal Form: When in her ethereal form, Isis appears with small bat-like wings that are black on the outside and violet on the inside. She also gains claws, horns and a pair of fangs. Should any of her skin below the neck be exposed, she has faintly purple markings in Celtic patterns.
Appearance
Hair Color: Her hair is naturally black but she likes to experiment with tinted hair products. Lately, she’s been playing with purple tints.
Hair Style: Naturally wavy and the length of her hair is never shorter than her tailbone.
Eyes: Very light blue
Complexion: Very pale. She tries to avoid exposing her skin the sun because she’ll burn within fifteen minutes and will either be completely covered up or wearing any of her rather large collection of hats.
Teeth: Straight and white with a overbite.
Height: 5’
Weight: 115 pds
Fitness Level: She moans and groans about exercise but she makes use of the universal gym she and her husband have a few times a week.
Clothing Style: Isis likes to be comfortable and warm so she’ll wear thick socks, jeans, and several layers of shirts. She also has a deep love affair with silk and most of her undergarments are made of the material. While most of her clothing is sturdy and practical, she also has a closet filled with the impractical, including a collection of corsets and elbow length gloves.
Tattoos: No tattoos in her mortal form
Piercings: No piercings
Scars: A few scars, now small and faded, from her long life.
Personality
Isis likes it when people believe she has a carefree personality. She’s very good at keeping her problems hidden and very few people have been able to get behind the mask she wears. It’s those people who she counts as friends. She’s loud, bouncy and energetic to make up for her short height. She likes to arrange things to her liking and gets a little put out when things do go her way.
Basic History
Parents: Isis is the product of a wild night between an incubus and a succubus. Her mother was never sure who fathered Isis and, once she was of age, Isis turned her back on her mother and has never looked back.
Siblings: She might have siblings but there were never any born during the 17 years she lived with the woman who gave birth to her.
Close Friends: Ben
Significant Other: Ben and, mayble, Lilia
Children: No children at this time
Interests/Hobbies: Knitting, photography, baking, cooking, indoor gardens, sleeping in on weekends.
Education: When she was a child, Isis had no formal education but there was a continual parade of tutors. She’s learned plenty of the years but after colleges begin to accept women into their ranks, Isis dove in and has earned many degrees.
College: University of Washington (most recent)
~~Major Doctorate in Pharmacy
~~Minor Business Admin
Intelligence: Isis is intelligent, through both her own smarts and having lived for so long
Occupation: Currently owns a drugstore in Point Hope, AK and acts as the town’s pharmacist.
Place of Residence: The apartment(s) above the drugstore and town garage
History
Isis was born to a woman who didn’t know who fathered her daughter and who didn’t really care to find out. She also didn’t really care to get to know the girl. She followed her deity’s orders and gave birth to the girl but promptly passed her off to the care of nursemaids and nannies. When she turned seventeen, Isis packed her bags and left home.
She’d long known that she would follow in her mother’s footsteps to be a succubus but she didn’t want to be one who could be summoned. She searched long and hard until she found Qetesh among the Egyptian pantheon. She agreed to the do the goddess’ bidding so long as she could not be summoned but those who wanted a succubus. Instead of being used for sex, Isis was sent out when those devoted to Qetesh either wanted to have a child or when they had bedroom issues with their spouses.
In 1813, Isis was living it up in London, England. Posing as a widowed lady from the continent, Isis was invited to the best parties. She also had plenty of work during this time. Though often undetectable, her hand was involved in surprising reconciliations or pregnancies of the English Aristocracy. It was during this year that she met Bennett Peyton, otherwise known as Benthan’Rio. Much like her, except taller and less interested in what he wore, Ben quickly became a friend. And then he became her lover. After sometime, she became the bonded partner of her dragon and they also married within the constraints of the mortal realm.
They’ve never had children, though it was from a lack of trying. It seemed that the succubus who served a fertility god would issues in that department but she’s never let it get her down, too much. She likes children and would like to know if she would be a good mother. When complaining to her deity, Qetesh simply says that it will happen in time. Isis has to let that content her for now.
Now, 200 years after she’s met and married Ben, a new issue has risen. Ben’s species, the brood, is instinctually programed to take a mate of his own kind after reaching maturity. Now, at the age of 400, he’s pushing the limits of his body. When she found out that he was refraining from taking a mate of a respect for his wife, Isis slapped him with the spatula she was cooking with at the time. She told him in no uncertain terms that they were going to find him a mate so that he could start creating little dragons. When he muttered about not wanting to take a mate because he had a wife whom he didn’t think would like sharing, Isis slapped him again. She was a succubus, she said. She didn’t mind sharing, she said. Hands on her hips, Isis told her husband that if anything, she would not only share him but, if she so desired, she would join him and his mate in bed and have a nice threesome. And that was the end of that conversation.
It took a bit of doing but they found out there was a holding of white dragons in the mountains of Alaska. So they shut down their businesses, packed up their house and set off for Point Hope. Once there, they purchased the last two building at the edge of the town and set up a drugstore and garage. She’s stayed in town, posing for the mortal’s as Ben’s sister, while he’s made a few forays into the local clan’s holding. He made it known that he might have been an outsider but he was looking for a mate. The available females didn’t seem to mind that he had a bonded partner but they didn’t seem to like the idea that Isis was his wife and that they would be expected to share the man.
It’s been a couple of years since they’ve moved to Point Hope but they haven’t found success. It has gotten to the point where Isis is seriously tempted to enthrall some poor female dragon in order to find a mate for her husband.
Age/Birthday: 1256 years old/Born in 757 AD
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Custos
Angel/Custos
Deity: Qetesh – Egyptian Goddess of Fertility
Faction: Succubus
Ethereal Form: When in her ethereal form, Isis appears with small bat-like wings that are black on the outside and violet on the inside. She also gains claws, horns and a pair of fangs. Should any of her skin below the neck be exposed, she has faintly purple markings in Celtic patterns.
Appearance
Hair Color: Her hair is naturally black but she likes to experiment with tinted hair products. Lately, she’s been playing with purple tints.
Hair Style: Naturally wavy and the length of her hair is never shorter than her tailbone.
Eyes: Very light blue
Complexion: Very pale. She tries to avoid exposing her skin the sun because she’ll burn within fifteen minutes and will either be completely covered up or wearing any of her rather large collection of hats.
Teeth: Straight and white with a overbite.
Height: 5’
Weight: 115 pds
Fitness Level: She moans and groans about exercise but she makes use of the universal gym she and her husband have a few times a week.
Clothing Style: Isis likes to be comfortable and warm so she’ll wear thick socks, jeans, and several layers of shirts. She also has a deep love affair with silk and most of her undergarments are made of the material. While most of her clothing is sturdy and practical, she also has a closet filled with the impractical, including a collection of corsets and elbow length gloves.
Tattoos: No tattoos in her mortal form
Piercings: No piercings
Scars: A few scars, now small and faded, from her long life.
Personality
Isis likes it when people believe she has a carefree personality. She’s very good at keeping her problems hidden and very few people have been able to get behind the mask she wears. It’s those people who she counts as friends. She’s loud, bouncy and energetic to make up for her short height. She likes to arrange things to her liking and gets a little put out when things do go her way.
Basic History
Parents: Isis is the product of a wild night between an incubus and a succubus. Her mother was never sure who fathered Isis and, once she was of age, Isis turned her back on her mother and has never looked back.
Siblings: She might have siblings but there were never any born during the 17 years she lived with the woman who gave birth to her.
Close Friends: Ben
Significant Other: Ben and, mayble, Lilia
Children: No children at this time
Interests/Hobbies: Knitting, photography, baking, cooking, indoor gardens, sleeping in on weekends.
Education: When she was a child, Isis had no formal education but there was a continual parade of tutors. She’s learned plenty of the years but after colleges begin to accept women into their ranks, Isis dove in and has earned many degrees.
College: University of Washington (most recent)
~~Major Doctorate in Pharmacy
~~Minor Business Admin
Intelligence: Isis is intelligent, through both her own smarts and having lived for so long
Occupation: Currently owns a drugstore in Point Hope, AK and acts as the town’s pharmacist.
Place of Residence: The apartment(s) above the drugstore and town garage
History
Isis was born to a woman who didn’t know who fathered her daughter and who didn’t really care to find out. She also didn’t really care to get to know the girl. She followed her deity’s orders and gave birth to the girl but promptly passed her off to the care of nursemaids and nannies. When she turned seventeen, Isis packed her bags and left home.
She’d long known that she would follow in her mother’s footsteps to be a succubus but she didn’t want to be one who could be summoned. She searched long and hard until she found Qetesh among the Egyptian pantheon. She agreed to the do the goddess’ bidding so long as she could not be summoned but those who wanted a succubus. Instead of being used for sex, Isis was sent out when those devoted to Qetesh either wanted to have a child or when they had bedroom issues with their spouses.
In 1813, Isis was living it up in London, England. Posing as a widowed lady from the continent, Isis was invited to the best parties. She also had plenty of work during this time. Though often undetectable, her hand was involved in surprising reconciliations or pregnancies of the English Aristocracy. It was during this year that she met Bennett Peyton, otherwise known as Benthan’Rio. Much like her, except taller and less interested in what he wore, Ben quickly became a friend. And then he became her lover. After sometime, she became the bonded partner of her dragon and they also married within the constraints of the mortal realm.
They’ve never had children, though it was from a lack of trying. It seemed that the succubus who served a fertility god would issues in that department but she’s never let it get her down, too much. She likes children and would like to know if she would be a good mother. When complaining to her deity, Qetesh simply says that it will happen in time. Isis has to let that content her for now.
Now, 200 years after she’s met and married Ben, a new issue has risen. Ben’s species, the brood, is instinctually programed to take a mate of his own kind after reaching maturity. Now, at the age of 400, he’s pushing the limits of his body. When she found out that he was refraining from taking a mate of a respect for his wife, Isis slapped him with the spatula she was cooking with at the time. She told him in no uncertain terms that they were going to find him a mate so that he could start creating little dragons. When he muttered about not wanting to take a mate because he had a wife whom he didn’t think would like sharing, Isis slapped him again. She was a succubus, she said. She didn’t mind sharing, she said. Hands on her hips, Isis told her husband that if anything, she would not only share him but, if she so desired, she would join him and his mate in bed and have a nice threesome. And that was the end of that conversation.
It took a bit of doing but they found out there was a holding of white dragons in the mountains of Alaska. So they shut down their businesses, packed up their house and set off for Point Hope. Once there, they purchased the last two building at the edge of the town and set up a drugstore and garage. She’s stayed in town, posing for the mortal’s as Ben’s sister, while he’s made a few forays into the local clan’s holding. He made it known that he might have been an outsider but he was looking for a mate. The available females didn’t seem to mind that he had a bonded partner but they didn’t seem to like the idea that Isis was his wife and that they would be expected to share the man.
It’s been a couple of years since they’ve moved to Point Hope but they haven’t found success. It has gotten to the point where Isis is seriously tempted to enthrall some poor female dragon in order to find a mate for her husband.