"Priscilla" Eva

=• History •= Priscilla was born a child of the Illuminati, her parents having ancient ties to the mysterious society. It was the Illuminati themselves that gave rise to her parents fortune and power, the corporation which her father lorded over bought and paid for with conspiracy and blood.

The secrets of her families wealth remained a mystery to Priscilla as she grew up, raised with love and privilege while spared the influence of the Illuminati, but it was not last. Her father an agent for the secret society when not commanding the actions of his cooperation, spent countless hours researching and hording ancient occult knowable in his privet library an impressive collection scoured from all across the world.

It is not known when, but sometime in his research into the occult he became possessed by a dream eater. A demon of endless thirst that would drink and eat the dreams of the living, draining them of their energy and life only to bestow twisted horrible nightmares. Priscilla herself was the chosen victim of this monster as night after night it fed upon her, stealing her innocence with its insatiable hunger. For years it fed, corruption her with its taint, till finally she destroyed it with the murder of her father.

Addled with grief and mystery, blaming the Illuminati for her husband's death, Priscilla's mother lost touch with her sanity and grew sickly. Before a year has passed her mothered had withered away, wilting from beautiful strong woman into an aged empty shell. It was not surprising when she passed and it left Priscilla alone as heiress to her fathers corporation. The Illuminati appeared then before Priscilla bearing their secrets in exchange for her power, she did not refuse them.

=• Appearance •= Her history giving weight to oppressive darkness, she express's herself though Goth and displays a picture of fragile tragic beauty. Her body was what one would expect of girl born into privilege and power, a princess slim and none-athletic, fragile and easy to break. Arms thin, legs long, chest petite, a beautiful young girl who's body had yet to fully ripen into that of a mature woman's.

With a fixation for black, it was rare to see her without punk or sometimes elegant goth attire that was always uniquely suited for the club scene. Boots and skirts her bread and butter, or long seamless dress's with frilly accents. Hair always done up differently each night and a layer of makeup to make it all match. She was a doll, prettying herself up to appease those who gazed upon her, to appease the ghosts that haunted her past.

=• Demeanor •= A quiet intense girl, Priscilla is more likely to listen then speak. Dissecting a conversation with an absent interest, her thoughts or mind tending to be elsewhere set upon darker selfish thoughts. Born into wealth and raised a pampered princess the mentality has stuck with her even after the loss of her partners, her personality often times displaying childish entitlement and selfishness.

When words are necessary she speaks with a soft gentle, yet strong, voice that betrays deep sorrow hinting at the tragedy's of her past. Almost always she touch's others who share extended conversations with her, not unlike a blind man who explores the contours of someone's face or body. When asked why, she only questions if it's a nuisance to the receiver... never answering the question.

Priscilla's greatest weakness is innocence, or the illusion of innocence. It attracts her and draws her to touch it, to actively chase it as if hunting for her own which she had lost long ago. Those who hold innocence in her eyes are in danger of meeting the evil inside her, sometimes she cannot be satisfied with just touching innocence, she must devourer it.

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