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Naladæmon -Gem Nymph
-The Pawn

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Elysia Aleksi ~ Queen of The Crossroads
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I will kill you, slowly and painfully. But first? A game.
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Character's Bio


 Age: 20  Height: 5'7  Weight: 140 lbs
 Sexuality: Pansexual  Relationship Status: Single (but looking)
 Birth Place: USA  Main Weapon: CB whip and CB daggers
 Accent: Neutral
 – Nobody scream, okay? Screaming makes me mad.

Character's Powers

 ====Offensive====

  1. Children of Hecate have the ability to fire an intense beam of magical energy which will burn anything it touches. The ability can also be focused into small magical bullets, which have better range but are less damaging than a beam.
  2. Children of Hecate have the ability to use magic to electrically charge something made of metal for a short time.

Defensive

  1. Children of Hecate are able to create a protective dome of magical energy around them for a short time.
  2. Children of Hecate are able to become ethereal in form for a short time, which temporarily causes all attacks to go through them. In this state, they cannot attack an opponent and if they do their ethereal state will dissipate instantly.

Passive

  1. Children of Hecate have the innate ability to see in all directions at once.
  2. Children of Hecate are innately stronger at night.
  3. Children of Hecate are able to communicate with the dead to gather information.
  4. Children of Hecate are adept at making potions and elixirs, however potions used in battle cannot be overly powerful or altering to the events of the battle. Potions that can automatically heal all wounds or restore all energy are examples of over-powered potions. Only descendants of Hecate/Circe and Lampades can create potions. Overconsumption of potions can result in overdose symptoms and some potions could have side-effects or not work at all.

Supplementary

  1. Children of Hecate can conjure spells to teleport themselves and allies. The further the distance, the more energy drained.
  2. Children of Hecate can cast a levitation spell on themselves for a short time which will allow them to fly, the longer they levitate the more power it drains. The spell can also be used items and enemies.
  3. Children of Hecate are able to use some healing spells to quickly heal minor wounds and slowly heal major wounds. Fatal wounds cannot be healed.

3 Months After a Character is Made

  1. Children of Hecate are able to control the Mist around them, allowing them to create optical illusions that can fool even demigods. The illusions can confuse enemies with false memories, alter the appearance of the user or their allies, change the appearance of items or weapons or even alter the appearance of the environment to an extent. Changes to the Mist only last for a short time, mist control is less draining than custom spells. (6 month)

6 Months After a Character is Made

  1. Children of Hecate have the ability to create new spells, whether they were trained, self-taught or devised the spell on the fly. The spells can be minor, such as locating, summoning animals, divination or controlling emotions. Or they can be more advanced and powerful such as controlling the elements, pure magical energy, necromancy, curses and summoning monsters or magical guardians. Spells cannot be overly powerful or controlling. The more complex and powerful the spell, the more energy it drains from the user.

9 Months After a Character is Made

  1. Children of Hecate have the ability to focus all their magical abilities into transforming themselves into any living being, or even a being of their own imagination. This power is, in essence, the ability to shapeshift into anything the user can imagine. The user can transform into another human, an animal, a monster, or anything in between. The transformation can last as long as the user wishes it to, but the longer they hold their form the more it drains them. They cannot cast any spells while the transformation is in place and they cannot transform into anything overly powerful. (Like a rabbit that can make people’s heads explode with a thought. ) The form they shift into cannot be larger than 2 to 3 times the human size of the user, and after the user resumes their regular form they are severely drained. Unable to move from exhaustion and they could possibly faint. This power can only be used once in a fight.

Traits

  1. Children of Hecate typically love the magical arts, many of them are known for writing spellbooks. Her children have created/re-introduced and improved spells and techniques all over history.
  2. Necromancy is commonly a favored magical art among children of Hecate.
  3. Children of Hecate are known for being quite mysterious.
  4. Children of Hecate are often more active and exhibit better moods at night and in dark environments.
  5. Children of Hecate wield innate knowledge and understanding of the Mist.

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RP

Naladæmon: The ancient servant lets her twin crystalline blades vanish after a moment. Her armor is quick to follow. Naked, she strode back through the dust of slain monsters and came to a halt beside two corpses. A satyr, and a young demigod - her gem was still in the boy's paling hand, she noticed. Good. He had been her master for the last four months. Surprisingly, even when the hellhounds surrounded him right outside Camp Half-Blood's borders, he still didn't consider ordering her to fight. She only did so to defend herself. No matter. With Camp so close, odds were her new master would appear soon. She sat cross-legged next to the mauled bodies to wait.

Elysia: The Queen of the Crossroads was simply walking out of the camp from her little date, when she noticed the mauled bodies. Letting out a cry, she ran closer to the macabre sight, only to realize Nala was nude. "What happened here?" She frowned, noticing the dust. Why was she just sitting there..?

Naladæmon: Ah, soon indeed. Nala quickly got to her feet and locked eyes with Elysia. As always, her gaze was striking - but also unnaturally... statue-like. "Hello." Her voice was smooth and friendly, unfazed by the grim scene around her. "These two men were attempting to reach Camp Half-Blood. I was in service to the younger one until hellhounds crushed his throat and right lung. No need to worry, though - I've dispatched the monsters, and I smell no more in the area." 

Elysia: "What exactly are you? How were you 'in service' to him?" She raises a brow, her eyes burning into Nala's.

Naladæmon: "I am a gem nymph created by the shining god, Plutus. This boy called me 'Nala', a short form of 'Naladæmon' - a name first used for me by Courier Edmund Lancaster 638 years and 212 days ago. I was created without a name, though. You may call me whatever you wish." Nala curtsied, moving her hands as if to lift an invisible dress. The gesture was graceful, and would've made sense if she wasn't naked. "As said, I was in service to him. I obeyed his every command to the best of my ability."

Elysia: She doesn't show any outward reaction, but internally she cackles. "How were you controlled, through your gem, yes? That one?" She asks, prying the gem from the dead demigods hand.

Naladæmon: The moment Elysia touches the gem, Nala cuts her off with the familiar words: "I am loyal to you, bound by your word." She bows again, then takes a step toward Elysia. "And, yes - whomever holds that gem is my master. This nymph is yours. I will obey your every command to the best of my ability."

Elysia: Elysia hums curiously. "Well, we are going to go shopping! I need to pick up a new dress anyways, feel free to pick up anything you like, alright?" She rummages in her purse, magically pulling out a shirt and booty shorts for Nala. She frowns, digging deeper, pulling out two flip-flops. "This should suffice for now, I suppose." She murmurs, handing them to the nude nymph.

Naladæmon: Nala slips on the shirt first, then tries to pull on the shorts. With how calm and subservient her normal expression is, her frustration when they stop snug is evident. She manages to tug them up with some difficulty. These... hm. "I need not use your clothing if you don't wish it, master... I am much more suited to a range of temperatures than humans, so they are not necessary for my health. I can also generate armor if you wish...?"   

Elysia: "Mortals desire to not see much skin, for they do not believe it is proper. Your armor is likely gem based, yes? So, while the Mist will help, it is still unusual."

Naladæmon: "... I see." These leave quite a lot of skin visible too, though. It is just certain parts of the body they find improper. She already knew all of this, of course. It had been three years since a master had been comfort-minded enough not to either give her clothing or require her to wear armor casually. But typically she was given jeans or some form of dress. No matter - if this master wants to limit her combat potential, that's her decision. She zips the tight shorts carefully and slips on the flipflops, then stands silently. 

Elysia: "Where we are going, you can pick out whatever attire you find most appropriate. It's on.. Well, not necessarily me." She grins, holding up three credit cards.

Naladæmon: Nala just bows. "Lead the way. I will follow."

Elysia: Elysia nods, placing the gem in her purse. She makes her way down to the town near the camp, and goes inside a nice car. They then drive to a mall.

Naladæmon: Nala stays right behind Elysia as they walk through the mall, hands clasped behind her back. She takes in the bustling place with a measured curiosity. She only stops looking around to adjust her new clothes once in a while.

Elysia: Elysia leads the two into a fancy store, filled with clothes. She whips around to Nala. "Alright, so, just walk around and look. Don't talk to anyone if you don't want to, just see what you think looks nice. Anything you want to try on. Meet me back here in 15 minutes."

Naladæmon: Nala immediately starts a mental countdown from 900 ash she nods and turns away. Personally she would've been content with an alternate pair of pants, but Elysia clearly wanted her to pick options. She returns to their meeting place exactly 15 minutes later with several items draped over her arm: a couple pairs of men's carpenter jeans, black leggings, a jean skirt, a couple colors of tee shirts, a tank-top, and the lightest North Face parka she could find.

Elysia: Elysia successfully manages to not strain her face too badly. In her hands are two strapless dresses with thigh slits, eight pairs of booty shorts, thirteen hoodies which are too big on her and a pair of royal blue stilettos. She also has a cart. "Lovely picks, darling. Let's place our stuff here, and we'll get you some more formal attire, yes? I'm thinking.. Black is your color most definetly. Tell me, how do you feel about dresses?"

Naladæmon: Nala cocks her head slightly. "I'm familiar with many kinds of dresses from all eras of my life. Most were minorly inconvenient to my duties."

Elysia: Elysia rolls her eyes playfully. "Any sort of dress you prefer? We're going to go to a few formal events.. You might prefer a suit, vest or tux however."

Naladæmon: "... I will wear any style of dress that you prefer," she replies after a moment of thought. While suits were less likely to trip her or tear, they were also stiffer and even more restrictive. Dresses could also be more easily cut away if necessary.

Elysia: Elysia shakes her head. "Darling, the point is for something that you prefer." She says, but internally she goes through various mental images of Nala wearing various dresses.

Naladæmon: Nala bites her lip and bows in apology. "I was created to prefer whatever you wish me to prefer, master. In the absense of direct instructions, I only make decisions based on what I believe will allow me to serve you best." When she stands upright again, her gaze wanders across Elysia's own clothing. "Would you wish that I dress like you, perhaps, master?"

Elysia: "I see. It is fine." She tilts her head, deep in thought. "Perhaps. Fingerless gloves might work best for you. I imagine you might want something less tight on the lower region, for more practicality in combat. Perhaps a skirt, instead of a tight dress." She muses. "You don't have my size either, so, chances are, you wouldn't fill this out like I do. Something tells me a hint of cleavage would work best for you, instead of full cleavage. Perhaps a small cutout. I'll get you something, don't worry. Still, pick out any dress you like." She says, pointing in the direction of the dresses, which have some from.. Many, many different styles and eras.

Naladæmon: She listens intently to Elysia's descriptions, trying to cross-reference her words with those of earlier masters. This master clearly seems the type comfortable flaunting her form, and she wants me to do the same, the nymph thinks as she heads off again to check through dresses. She always found it easier when masters made their decisions clearly instead of leaving her to interpret them. Such people were always rare.

Nala returns a few minutes later with three new items in tow. The first two are, predictably, black dresses, and hopefully match Elysia's instructions. The third is something Nala picked on her own sense. Folded up as it is, all that's clear is that it's grey and black, and knit like a sweater. Nala wasn't sure if it even counted as a dress when she grabbed it. Hopefully it's the right size. She may not actually understand fashion, but she does know her own body type, and she recalls the tricks other masters used to accentuate it.

(OOC: sorry for the long/late post. I don't know much about fashion, whatsoever, so I'm doing research as I go here xD. I have more detailed descriptions of stuff on standby for when we she gets to try them on.)

Elysia: Elysia looks at Nala's new attire options and clasps her hands together, an expression of delight flitting across her face. "Wonderful, darling! These are beautiful."

(OOC: it's fine.. But, I liked your older post better :P)

Naladæmon: Nala bows in thanks, deciding to smile for effect. "I am ready to try these on when you are, master."

Elysia: "We can start now, my dear." She says, taking her own clothes and heading to the changing rooms."

Naladæmon: Nala follows quickly after her master, closing the door behind them and hanging her clothes up on the wall. Her hands settle on the waistline of her tight shorts almost the instant they're free. She doesn't take them off, of course, since she hasn't been ordered to - but the expectation is visible in her eyes as she watches Elysia for approval.

Elysia: Elysia herself strips down, clad in lingerie. "We have different sizes, alas." She muses. "You can strip too, you know."

Naladæmon: Nala's booty shorts are off faster than should be humanly possible. Indeed, for a split second the entire lower half of her body transmutes to solid stone so as not to get hurt with how quickly she pulls the tight denim past her hips and butt. Her flip-flops and shirt follow shortly after, at a much more reasonable pace. Unlike Elysia, Nala is back to being naked without the borrowed clothes. She looks over Elysia's lingerie just like she had with her master's dress earlier.

Elysia: Elysia tosses a pair of panties at Nala. "Hopefully they are the right size. I figured you might like them better than lingerie, more protection. I can enchant them to be sturdier than steel if you like." She murmurs to Nala. She grabs a skirt she found, it was a pencil skirt, of a deep blue. She slid it up, as she then put on a matching shade of blue for her top, with it being a button up shirt. It was small though, so it ended up being similar to a crop top. "What do you think?" She twirls once, her black stiletto's with a blue heel glistening. Indeed, there were black designs etched across the outfit, like a rose.

Naladæmon: "That won't be necessary if you don't wish to, master. My armor will cover the right kinds of clothing without problem," she replies as she pulls on the underwear. She's relieved when they fit much more comfortably than the booty shorts had. With nothing else to do, she watches Elysia dress. Fashion had already been a point of fascination and confusion for the nymph - she could mostly understand what things to wear in certain situations, or around certain people, but that was just pattern recognition. She never actually understood why humans liked what they did in the first place. When Elysia asks her what she thinks, her first instinct is to point out that the top looks too small, and that the skirt looks impossible to run in. But considering what else she'd noticed about the woman, Nala figures these choices are intentional. For lack of honest feedback, she mostly attempts to tell Elysia what she wants to hear. "... It's quite fashionable, and complements your body type well. I would match the outfit with shorter heels, personally."

Elysia: She nods. "Yes, perhaps not stiletto's." She muses, trying a far shorter pair of shoes, with a smaller heel. She looks at Nala, taking in her attire. She didn't seem to properly understand free will, but that was fine. Elysia puffed up her boobs a little. "It's a little tight, but tight's always good, eh?" She winks at Nala, gauging how well she responds to the more sexual sort of conversation. 

Naladæmon: Nala bows again in agreement, clasping her hands together in a way that happens to squeeze her bust . Nala has always tried to project a personality her masters would be most satisfied with, and sometimes it would take her months to figure them out enough to get it right. But Elysia's type is familiar, and she's picking it up quickly. "Tight cloth and a gentle hand can often be just as effective as steel at placating most men - and many women as well."

Elysia: Elysia laughs, nodding. "Yes. I think I'll take this outfit." She says, stripping once more. She rummages through her pile of clothes, before picking out a lovely rose colored bathrobe.

'Nala'dæmon: Nala watches keenly, making mental notes of everything her master had picked. Most likely Elysia would want her to start trying things on as well, but she decides to stay still until prompted. Getting the woman used to giving commands early on should make things smoother in the future.

Elysia: Elysia looks at Nala, who still remains undressed. Elysia's on her fifth outfit. "You should try on some of your clothes. They look positively.. Adorable." She settles on.

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