Zariah Valentina

Zariah Deu Valentina

• A brief report of data:

  • Name: Zariah Valentina
  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 219
  • Race: Succubus halfbreed - temporary figment of elapsing entropy on the side of being a demoness
  • Alias: Diaphanous incandescence; The Scorching Fragment Of Dooms Reflection: The Mirror Of Hell.
  • Title: Heir to the thirteenth throne of Old Shirondu; Current residing princess of New Uptopia - currently advocate of her throne.
  • Genesis arc quote: "Breaking away isn't always that bad. If anything, it allows you to reform and rebuild yourself over time once again."
  • General quote: "Dear, now now: let us drown not in the ocean of our mind; the plethora requires a living puppet to manipulate after all."

• [OOC] Writer information:

  Writer information: all important information that might prove to be helpful - I suggest reading beforehand, and before engaging; whereupon it serves a purpose that will probably prove valuable come to a point in time where the omphalos of my presence isn't always available nor around.
  Firstly, within respective regards to my presence perhaps not always being around; this is probably going to be the main cause of a sporadic tendency to suddenly vanish - with or without warning; however, in the uppermost of most occasions, I shall give a warning before I dare leave foot away from the internet - and I am not talking about going to sleep; however, I am talking about for an elongated measure of time: such as one of my primary medical conditions barricading my time off from social networking or writing; or, mayhaps anything else that catches eye or materialises out of thin air and into existence. This isn't always the case, though; but, I shall do my best - you just have to understand, that it isn't easy for me to always be around; so I honestly, and thereby truly ask of this: please be patient with me if waiting for a response in general conversation, or for a reply to an RP.
  Upon so, I won't ever be pressurizing anyone anywhere or at any given point in time for a reply or a response: that is entirely up to you, as a writer or friend, if you wish to send one back - prior or thereafter original discussion. It is important to take time and dedication over the important forging of both - so no sweat nor concern of worry should be in place at a given frame. Remember, also: interaction is free, and mostly, so am I; so, always feel free to start a conversation with me - it can be about anything; from writing to tips, to news and whatever else it may be that is on your mind - I'm good with most of it. (Just try and keep drama away. Or, at the very least, give a heads up in advance if you wish to converse about anything in that region; I'll more than likely be willing to do so - but not so willing if it's randomly sprung atop of me.)
  As a writer, I honestly don't have any 'rules' as per say; though, mind you, I have requests:
  Don't pressure me - in or under any form.
  Please be nice - as shall I to you, my best efforts to maintain your happiness and content thrive within my blood.
  Stay chill - I'll be collected for the duration of my time spent on most websites, so similarly, just let the aura flow with serenity.
  
  As for role-playing, I have made a small list that should prove to be informative on what I have in place: boundaries, rules, issuing statements and possible friendly advice to keep all clear and pristine when engaging amongst our field of art and craft.
  Another noteworthy and prime point is to keep in mind: this character - Zariah Deu Valentina - is always being constantly developed and updated; through means of casual or descriptive means in role-play, every bit of information is recorded and documented to the best of my comprehension and ability: thereby interactions and major events shall ultimately, and could thereafter possibly inflict a huge change or alternation in the palpitation of her story - since nothing, asides from the canon line is planned, is under my control; meaning that one - another possible party of whom which I writing alongside - could change a drastic tone or event; thus leading askew and opening new reaches amongst bounds for character development. Changes will take place when scenes have been completed or dropped in RP; they shall never take place during such - as it wouldn't make sense, say if she learned a new spell, and suddenly used it in a time frame where she before had no knowledge of how to use it.

• Role-play information:

  Rules and boundaries	Acceptable scenes:	Acceptable styles:	No-go's - Never:
  Rules and boundaries No demanding replies. No demanding additional inclusions of most things - varied and alternates. Literacy: keep the readability and structuring acceptable - consistency expected; decency is expected, the same with effort. Detail: most levels of 'descriptive/detailed' advancements are okay with me; however, I may not always be up for extremely detailed scenes. Crack: nonsensical scenes, plots or interactions intertwined amongst them. Serious-esque: with the undertone having more audacity focused on ensuring the plot, at all times remains serious.	Acceptable scenes: Modern-day cities: urbanized or industrial astral planes; towns and alike are accepted, also. Mild fantasy: scenes including distinct elements of fantasy; mainly castles, magic; etc. High fantasy: extreme amounts of fantasy; entire worlds, universes, races and alike - magic use is expected to play a large majority of the main plot-role.	Acceptable styles: Mostly anything, entirely disregarding smut - discussions for such aren't available, sorry.	No-go's - Never: Gore [Heavy amounts - limb dismemberment sorts; regular blood - from battles and the alike, mostly - is and are fine; again, though, it might alter. God-modding or unplanned hijacking.

• Visage: Pulchritude and grace.

  Zariah: Genesis reborn - the rogue attire. The rogue attire:

• Advanced information:

  Appearance:
  
  Similarly, as one might come to presently expect, it is only natural for a dame of one's highest calibre to be wearing that of the uppermost of salacious or refined clothes - or maybe both; so long as they hold a value of grace and valour amongst their complexion and designed fit, then one needn't complain nor make a fuss over such: never do unto more shall she, in fact; her status of such has been crafted around the thanks of eternal gratefulness over her attire - even if some of what she wears is either controversial, or thereupon such, risqué to an extent; though, the evident practice of such is intended to reflect her personal self, rather than letting words speak for themselves all time - approached normally with how she see fits; for example, the sake of her personality and tone may alternate in which or what clothing she wears: a good personality leads to an elegant, draped dress that drags behind her - in crystals and fire; a bad personality, on the contrary, and opposite side of the spectrum, could lead to a dominatrix-esque appeal - with vortexes of violet fire having come to materialise from betwixt the very fragments of fragments of time and space itself. However, for the most part, Zariah keeps herself nitid; the omphalos of regular and thereby mandatory conducting engaging with her mind, in synchronization; obtained with the apparent policy of her stocked plethora - her mind, where no other, of whom in concerns, shall reach: reflection in the mirror of hell; no flames; no smoke, no clouds; no obfuscation. Starting from the very top, Zariah is typically seen wearing her trademark appeal of demon-wings; they are merely an accessory of which she fancies greatly - they are not real demon wings, and they are often times used for infiltration, to obscure sight of poor demon-kin: in such, she can easily manipulate them into doing requests, aiding with various levels or means of help, jobs and much more; amongst such, most are usually allured into the esoteric complexion of their overall appeal - since in demonic culture, one having an onyx-black trim atop red wings, are to be deemed of a sexually-royal nature; of a higher authority, and having dominance over the general kind of commonplace entity that most come to find or acknowledge throughout the time spent in the underworld: and they are exactly of such, being deep-crimson on the inside - made of felt; and on the outside, is a hardback trim of tenebrous proportions; a thin line of sheer black depth, to immersively capture the replication and feel of having the power of a real demon-queen - or one of that authority. These slip beneath her hair, with the use of the band; they are often put on, whilst her hair drapes over - therefore, the band is concealed, and it appears as if she has real demon-wings sprouting from either side of her head; when in actual fact, she doesn't - it might be obvious upon closer inspection; but from a drawn distance, this is not as apparent. Similar to devil wings in shape, it merely represents her "darker side" of magic; something that is considered to be more deleterious and calamitous in the wake of destruction and an almighty wrath - and, of course, she truly bares such personality behind her petite persona and tame, yet so free tone. Speaking of her hair, mind you: golden locks, with the tone of apparent apricot shining through incandescently towards the lower ends; the back of her hair appears to be of a lighter blonde; the length of such having subjected the intensity to entropy - the majority of her yield being dense, thick; and whilst her hair appears in such, it is indeed thinner - especially towards the top; though, the back -which drapes down towards her waist, more specifically - has a presence and sense of immersive captivation; or so it would, if one were to run fingers into the depth of her locks. Her hair is also extremely due to fatigue - being that in the midst of elongated or provoked circulation from stronger winds of tycoon-like Zephyrs, it blows endlessly so; there is minimal restraint in such; thus, Zariah usually uses the bane of an illusion to collectively ensure that her hair doesn't prove bothersome - but only when alongside another being; by herself, it is of no worry nor issue of concern to her, and she prefers it long anyway. As for the complexion of her visage, her face: it all starts with eyes; spherical pupils of pulchritude and watered, ultramarine bliss, and the act of cardsharp innocence - when, in conceptual fact, she is far from such; rather so, she has depth of pungent insistence amongst the infusion of her retinas - they glimmer with the effulgence of radiance, containing an aspect of pearlescent shimmer as one might blink, strongly so; thus, they give an engaging vibe upon staring into the pits of merciless exile - however as refulgent as they come across as, the emerald tint towards her upper-right in the visage, is always shattered; being so, they are what most are attracted to, rather than the rest of her eyes. Her nose is shaped to that of regular standards; nothing overly special about it, with the exclusion of her tip being slightly fractured, and having a blunt yet merely unnoticeable in terms and thereafter style of fragmentation. Zariah's lips are but of difference: they hold something more than regular lips; given that she is a half-breed of both the two main kin in the underworld, it might be expected - but in her instance, it most certainly wasn't - for her to have had slightly kissable lips; though, the gentle layer of almost frore-like convention of inspirational craft; compelled to an almost territory of no return - perfect in pink, as one might venture or dare come to speak. The overall style of her face is deemed that of beauty defined, though that isn't to say she can always hold that in regard to what she has been told throughout her life; given her mental status and formation of fragmented disruption, it isn't always easy for her to do such - given smiling, under any circumstance, for Zariah, is uncommon; as such, her face normally portrays a snarky somber-styled vibe; her lips curve, directing towards the height of which she finds suitable, as teeth simultaneously clench, and her tongue is withdrawn for the sake of not unleashing a verbal barrage. Though, when in the realm of sanity, a content mixture of assertive yet pleased elation is normally seen - whilst she smiles, regularly; as a posed to the darker side of uncontrollable immersion. The possibility of telling and thereby knowing when she slips into this state is obvious - distortion in herself, her actions, mind or face are all signs; however, her eyes flare up and change red in the retinas - snarls and other abhorrent sounds have been known to slip release from the unstrained left-side of her lips once curved, and once the process of her mentality starts to further decay.
  
  Moving down now, to her bodily regions and visage complexion: starting with her upper regions - the chest, mainly; this aspect of her body, has most certainly captured the interest and sight of many - probably due to her having a very prominent chest; elevated up only by most of the clothing of what she wears, however, does it swing and thereby hit with the impact of diaphanous volume: fulmination of purity; obstreperous, lavishing and ravishing in licentious nature - she holds no bars nor restraint when it comes to this part of her body, and is the most flaunted aspect of what she normally showcases; no wonder why, when even simple glances her granted her access to dreams and thoughts only bandits or legends could desire to have their hands intertwined around. Her chest, for the sake of documentation, ranks in at D-cup - perfectly curved, with the specific amount of meat needed around the underside to ensure a sense of wonderment is attained from another party if they so happen to get the chance to lay hands upon such a desirable part of any women, lady or demoness. Now, the value of which stands betwixt the idiosyncrasy of humble undertaking, and a slender value of hourglass perfection, comes only from that of her mother: meaning that her body shape is near perfection, with lissome skin to drift or slide fingertips down, and instantly feel a surge of tremendously sublime yet infinitely dreamy sensations - normally promiscuously decedent in nature; similarly, the way in which one, the dame, uses such to her advantage, is apparent - her body, though, mind you, was forged around the craft of a savant, with clambering schemes having come to vociferously shaped the frame of her body, and all else otherwise in the mix. Lapsing down, to the side, are her arms - these two follow suit as what is to be seen above, and has been aforementioned amongst this; though, her left arm has a difference: her elbow has a slightly stronger sense of bone - being that of lesser dense in terms of meat; however, she has confirmed nor denied anything of such a claim; thus, alas, 'tis only a rumour, since nobody has technically touched nor prevailed a sail of their hand down her arm in a good hundred years. Now, the same is to be had for her stomach – it is entirely flat, with no meat around nor surrounding it; in fact, from below her chest downwards, the amount of flesh merely vanishes – therefore the impression of her being tenderly slim is given off, as a posed to what may be said about her legs; however, where we stick now, is here – and for such, most consider her way of choice to keep a gracile body, almost unheard of: some even going as far to quote that she lives a style of solace and solitary abstemious; thereby lacking in the indulgence of divinity of dining of food; though, they again are tremulous words being thrown about – it is only in that of a succubus’ nature to maintain and have a perfect body – and when infused with a demoness, the denouement is of metaphysical proportions when glazed atop ones sane bounds of comprehension. A moment of glancing back: the effect this entire set of her compilation gives off, is rather seductive – of course, it would probably be insufficiently meagre – maybe worthless – if it weren’t for her personality or tone of voice when speaking to another as an equal. Now, for the attire itself, and her choice of clothing on a day-to-day basis:

• Her back-story and past:

• Magic and abilities:

• Collected items and weaponry:

• Zariah's personal hand-journal

• Character trivia: