CHASE, Aireskosa

[takaiu]

AIRESKOSA CHASE
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Sacrifice - Theory of a Deadman

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All the basic info

••• Name: Aireskosa Chase
••• Alias: Kosa
••• Age: 113
••• Gender: Female
••• Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
••• Species: Demon
••• Loyal to: Technically, Kamiya, and she doesn't really try to hide that. However, Kosa's greatest loyalty lies with herself. And this she makes more obvious than any loyalty to her kin.
••• Alignment Conflicted
••• Element: N/A
••• Companion: N/A
••• Play By: Chyler Leigh

LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIPS
Likes, dislikes, etc

••• Likes:
x..cars
x..night
x..quiet places
x..music
x..writing
x..reading
x..people-watching
x..being alone
x..challenging herself
x..rain, lightning, and storms
x..being able to do as she pleases
x..finding a worthy opponent
x..the taste of blood (save for that of an angel)
x..her wings

••• Dislikes:
x..angels
x..hunters
x..some demons
x..senseless fighting
x..senseless anything
x..carelessness
x..ignorance
x..arrogance
x..greed
x..power-hungry people
x..being underestimated or ignored
x..being judged unfairly
x..losing
x..being restricted in any way
x..bright places
x..crowded places
x..being threatened
x..being betrayed
x..being bored

••• Pet Peeves:
x..people who lie, especially when they are bad at it but continue to lie anyway
x..people who get way too competitive
x..people moving/touching/messing with her possessions

••• Weaknesses:
x..She has trust issues, so allies tend to be few in number
x..Sometimes acts on impulse, especially when upset or bothered by something/someone
x..Sometimes, following her instincts makes things more difficult for her, and judging when she should or not can be challenging
x..She doesn't play well with others, especially if they've ever done something to anger or upset her
x..Physically: angel blood

••• Strengths:
x..Her lack of trust in others makes her more wary and vigilant when around others, she pays very close attention
x..She is very intelligent, and a quick thinker
x..She has found her natural instincts to be very reliable, and when conflicted about something, will usually listen to them
x..Usually cool-headed, with a temper that is not easy to set off, she is able to remain calm in most situations

••• Habits:
x..She's made a habit of considering everyone an enemy until they can prove otherwise, and it has been both an advantage and a disadvantage in the past
x..She enjoys watching people, of any species, go about their lives, and she may make a habit of following a single person around (secretly) simply because she's bored and they caught her attention for some reason. She's done this on many occasions. She doesn't really care if they catch her doing it, but she enjoys it more when they don't know
x..When she is stressed, she often finds a strand of hair to twirl around her finger
x..She prefers her wings to be exposed, and will have them so whenever she can. She often strokes them to calm herself when need be
x..When she wants to get her mind off something, she will often go out driving or work on her car
x..When she is angry, or getting there, she often starts chewing at and biting her bottom lip slightly. If she's angry enough, it'll be more than "slightly"; it'll be enough to draw blood


••• Overall Personality:

Aireskosa rather likes being what she is, and has never wished it to be different. But even so, she's not like any average demon under the Arch demon's command. A follower of Kamiya though she is, her foremost loyalty is with herself, and has been since her first breath. Kosa has never found a place for herself in any hierarchy of anything. She respects Kamiya, and any other high-ranking figures, but does not wish to live under another's control. She is her own commander, and does what she thinks she needs to do. If she does not agree with what Kamiya and other demons are doing, she will not take part. But by no means does this make her "good", nor does she want to be seen that way. If she agreed with the other demons, you can believe she'd be right alongside them. She goes by what she wants to do and what she believes in. It is as simple as that.

Aireskosa is usually a quiet person, keeping to herself and usually preferring others to do the same. But she can be social when she needs to be. When she's talking to someone, she may act friendly and good-natured, but in reality she is cautious and trusts very few people. She's a loner, and that can be either an advantage or disadvantage, depending on the situation.

THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
Appearance and what not

••• Hair: Long, slightly wavy blonde hair.
••• Eyes: Grey
••• Weight: 132#
••• Height: 5'6"
••• Body Type: Slim, in very good shape.
••• Distinguishing Marks: Two scars: one that starts near the corner of her left eye, and ends at her hairline, and another on her left shoulder that cuts across her collarbone and ends near the base of her throat. Both from a fight with her brother.

••• Overall Appearance:

Aireskosa is what some would describe as "attractive". Her figure is slim, but well-shaped. She's not tall, but she's not short either. At five foot six, she's quite content with her height. She has long blonde hair that curls ever so slightly into thick waves. Her eyes are smoky in colour, and are often outlined in black. Her skin is the colour of faded peach, and displays very few imperfections. The pale colour of a scar near her left eye stands out just slightly, running jagged from the eye to her hairline. A second scar, though usually covered, runs from the base of her throat to the top of her left shoulder, jagged as the first scar, and a souvenir from the same fight. Other than that, her skin is smooth and unmarked. Her wings are dark grey, a reach just past her knees.

YOU CAN'T CHANGE HISTORY
History and other info

••• Birth Place: Los Angeles, US
••• Family:
x..Father - James - living
x..Mother - Lanette - deceased
x..Brother - Dmitri - living
••• History:

Only two things held importance in the eyes of James Chase. The first: power. His own sire had put him through rigorous training when he was a young demon, and he himself had the same desire to give his offspring a head start towards attaining power of their own. His first child, Dmitri, excelled in his training, and far surpassed what James had been able to do at the same age. James wasn't a demon who cared much for family, but if he had been willing to express pride in his son, he would have.

Dmitri was six when James experienced a great disappointment: his second child was female. James was furious at Lanette for bearing a daughter, and so he gave Dmitri his next lesson: how to kill a demon. Dmitri found killing his mother to be very easy, and quite enjoyable. That put James in a slightly better mood.

James considered killing Aireskosa, but decided to see how strong he could make her. From the moment she learned to walk, she was thrown into training. To his surprise, she caught on quickly and easily. This angered Dmitri, and he pushed himself harder, not willing to let his younger sister best him. Kosa went along with her father's training, but never found much personal interest in it. At least, she wasn't power-obsessed like James or Dmitri. But she had skill, and she was on the fast track to gaining said power.

Dmitri never warmed up to Kosa. He didn't like that she was so good and that she easily grasped difficult things. He was very skilled himself, but to him it was insulting that she was six years younger and showed such promise as a strong demon. He wouldn't admit to himself that he was jealous: his ego would not be bruised in such a manner. Besides, he knew he was good too, and often told himself there was nothing to even be jealous of. But the feeling was there, and it only fueled his growing disdain for his little sister.

Now back to James. The other thing most important to him: loyalty to the Arch demon. This was something he instilled in Dmitri's mind from the moment the boy was born. And Dmitri adopted his father's endless devotion to Kamiya. He became rather obsessed, and it didn't make his relationship with his sister any better when she expressed other ideas. Kosa, even as a young demon, wanted nothing to do with subordinance. She wasn't against Kamiya, and gained much respect for the Arch demon, but she was most interested in living a life of her own.

Dmitri hated this. He hated her for not submitting. He hated that she had the nerve. And he wasn't going to let her get away with it. At the ages of twenty-three and seventeen, the siblings had nearly surpassed their own father in strength and ability. Kosa had abandoned her father's training for her own methods long before, and Dmitri et her while she was practicing. He challenged her to a fight, saying it would help her training. "There's just one catch," he told her. "This fight isn't over until one of us is dead."

So they fought. Having six years on her, Dmitri had the advantage. But Kosa wasn't going to make it easy for him. In addition to the skills she'd gained thus far, she paid very close attention to Dmitri, observing every move he made, making it just a bit easier for her to counter and predict his movements. Their fight seemed to drag on, both taking hits and both giving them.

Irritated that he'd not beaten her yet, Dmitri pulled out his favourite blade, and started slashing at her furiously. His blade caught her twice: once near the corner of her left eye to her ear; the other on her left shoulder, across her collarbone. It was then that her anger flared so great that she dismissed her previous strategies and attacked him head on. She broke his wrist, wrenching the knife from his hand. She swung it at him, striking his chest and leaving a long, deep gash in his flesh. Before he could react, she had the blade to his throat. His eyes were full of hate as he looked at her, telling her to finish him, she'd subdued him. Her own eyes reflected disgust for Dmitri. "I won't kill you. If I do, you won't be able to remember this moment." In one last act of anger, she dug the knife into his stomach, twisted it, and ripped it out again. "Goodbye, brother," she said, licking his blood from the blade. "Perhaps we can resume this later."

She left before he could respond, and never looked back. Since then, she has made a life for herself in a new place, leaving her past far behind. She hasn't forgotten her brother, and knows he'll look for her, but in the meantime, she is determined to live life as she wants to live it.

••• RP sample: From a vampire/werewolf site

Vlad's hazy eyes flickered between the woman and the dog. Both laying in the sand, but at that moment, only the girl was doing much to get up. She struggled to get to her knees, very weary by now, but it didn't quite seem like she was to the point of giving up

(they all have limits it shouldn't be too long now).

And the dog, well, he was just laying there. Vlad watched him warily, knowing the dog was likely far from giving up. Much farther than the human, at least. That was okay, that was good, in fact. That meant, for Vlad, he could enjoy himself a while longer. Even if it meant that the dog would have more opportunities to come after him, possibly even injure him. Vlad's own well-being was not the most prominent thing in his head at that moment.

Sure, he'd be careful to try and avoid any injuries, but when push came to shove, what was some damage--serious or no-- compared to some amusement in a world where time meant nothing--at least to him.

He considered his games, a good many of them, if not all, worth any risk. He could be an arrogant bastard, but he wasn't that way all the time. Probably not even most of the time. And he wasn't afraid to die, he'd lived for a long enough time to come to terms with any possible death. To maybe even welcome it when it came. And if he could die whilst involved in such games, or anything else that he liked, what more was there to ask. No, he wasn't going to just go and throw his life, or unlife, away carelessly--this world still had some things to offer--, but he would not fear death.

This was his life, and he would spend it how he liked. Time was hardly an issue, not for him. And health concerns were not of his top priorities. Not now.

His attention had been shifted to the girl again, he watched her crawl a few paces, try to stand, and collapse back into the sand. Repeat. Repeat again. With every foot she gained in distance, she left a small stain of red on the night-darkened sand. Hardly visible to some, but there nonetheless. And Vlad could not completely pull his interest from the wound in her hand. He could tell the bleeding had slowed, but it was still bleeding. And the scent was still strong. Very strong. The sand wouldn't help her, not in the least. And being around two supernatural beings, one who's diet was blood, and one who's diet could include the blood and meat of a mere human, would not help her either, not likely. Even if one of those beings wanted to help her, fought against doing the opposite. If that were helping her very much, she wouldn't have that wound in her hand.

(then again if he wasn't here she'd be dead already my game never would have been started she'd be dead already just like that other one she'd be dead)

(maybe games can wait her blood smells so nice games can wait til another time with other victims i won't mind forgetting about one game it's alright besides that other human earlier i haven't had anything in awhile kinda hungry it wouldn't matter)

(no just wait what ever happened to self control just wait just wait not starving or anything it won't hurt to wait)

His gaze was still directed toward the human, but he wasn't seeing much. He was distracted by his thoughts, but that didn't seem to be much of a problem then, the dog was still laying down...

Shuffling sand aroused his attention, and his purple eyes flickered to where the dog had been

(damn it)

before. Vlad heard an angry hiss echo around him before realizing he'd made the sound. His first impulse now was to go for the dog who was coming for him, but he restrained that urge for the sake of his game

(not my prey i even told them that).

Instead he moved out of the way again, having a very short margin of time to do so. Rather than just stepping aside, however, wary of the possibility of the dog reacting fast enough to turn and actually do any damage, he moved to the other side of the human, putting her between them. Not running, not afraid of injury, just prolonging his game, his amusement.

His anger--both at the dog as well as himself-- subsided and his familiar smirk played on the corner of his mouth.

Getting closer.

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