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Meet LilithNickname: Lil, My Little Monster
Age: unknown Sex: ♀ Birth date: Friday, October 13th Western Zodiac: Scorpio Chinese Zodiac: 蛇 Height: 45cm Sculpt: Mystic Kids Female Body II, Tremmel Head Hair: black ( current ) Eyes: lavender ( current ) Face Up: pikkochan Type: supernatural Species: Lilith was achieved through a misbegotten union between a Daemon and a Grigori. Family Relations: host Connections: Pharis Personal Quote: " ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ " |
Distinguishing Features: a long black tongue, fangs, pointed ears, and a transfixing third eye.
Personal Generalization: mysterious, intelligent, independent, intuitive, charming, suspicious, complicated, possessive, arrogant, stubborn.
Current residence: the realm between a dream and reality.
Occupation: parasite
Common Accessories: antique jewelry, wings and other trinkets that do not belong to her.
Hobbies/Pastimes: people watching, feeding, flying, storytelling, collecting, and rumor spreading.
Special Powers: Lilith is the embodiment of indulgence. Lilith is able to turn the thing you love most, into an obsession. Often times, this obsession leads to overindulgence and is, more often than not, devastatingly fatal to the host. Her mutism and monochromacy allows her to focus on her prey efficiently.
Story Thus Far:
David, as Lilith had established over the span of his lifetime, was the name of her current sacrifice. Lilith's insatiable greed had led her to the unknowing human child many years ago. David continued to sustain her existence with his glutton ridden habits and for that, she was thankful.
David shifted uncomfortably as he waited with anticipation. The 50-inch waistband of David's jeans pinched him rudely. It was almost as uncomfortable as the table attached to the booth he sat in. When David moved, the myriad fat rolls would rearrange themselves desperately under his ill fitted clothes. He would need that space in order to fill the emptiness that clawed mercilessly at his stomach. He had been rather disinterested in anything that the busy diner surroundings offered. That was until the waitress placed his steaming meal before him. The now forty-year-old man was unceremoniously hunched over his American classic. A generous amount of french fries and a intimidating double bacon cheese burger lay before him. With his craving only inches away, he could scarcely wait to plunge into his addiction.
David's pink and stout tongue glided across his lips unconsciously. His bulging eyes gawked at the traditional masterpiece of saturated fat, sugar, and sodium before him. Greedily, David pinched the golden toasted sesame bun between his engorged fingers. The pressure was enough to excrete a film of fat and animal protein. It dribbled onto his impossibly large red and white striped polo shirt. The new grease stains that littered his abused article of clothing were of no importance to him. For David, the consumption of this lunch far more important than anything else. As he filled his agape mouth with the scrumptious sandwich, he produced a rich and audible groan of impossible pleasure. The other patrons and the diner staff shifted their focus from one another and their meals to the man who had produced such an inappropriate noise. David's attention remained solely on the savory sandwich between his lips.
Lilith hummed softly as David began to consume the sandwich at long last. No human would have predicted that David's life would be shadowed by such depravity and darkness. Impossible still would be that the blame would lay with a monster. She lay curled, safe, and warm encased within the walls of David's stomach. To Lilith, the sound of mastication was the most beautiful masterpiece any human could create. It was as comforting to her as a reliable grandfather clock. It was the melody of promise; the promise of nourishment as it slithered down the man esophagus. David's impatience to consume his meal caused him to cease his present intake. This silenced the comforting melody as David took a moment to cough. He intended to force a bite into more malleable pieces. This action irritated the Grigori greatly. Her purple gaze narrowed in extreme criticism. Lilith quickly dispensed a black talon to rake across the impenetrable dwelling. David shivered uncomfortably at the sensation and began to devour his meal once more. The creature's features softened as the feeding commenced once more. A black tongue slid along the underside of the lengthened nail and savored the thick yellow lard she found there. Her hunger focused third eye began to close in the sliver of her exposed skin. This reaction was an unfamiliar one, as Lilith could scarcely remember when her greed was completely satisfied.
The demon had fallen peacefully asleep when David abruptly ceased his ravenous chomping. As he lifted another fist full grease soaked french fries into the open hovel of his mouth as a sharp pain ran from his arm to his heart. It wasn't until David tried to free himself from the confines of the booth that the onlookers took notice. By the time his round head and colossal form hit the tile floor, three onlookers had connected with emergency services. As David's life flashed below his eyes, he could only curse the empty and depressing life he had lived. Little did he know that the creature behind his despair lurked within him, cushioned by his mass. As David was pronounced dead on arrival, Lilith released a gentle sigh. Now that she was awake, she gently manipulated a finger around a particular soft purple coil of her hair. Yes, this body would suffice for a few months of hibernation. However, she would need a new host after the brief reprieve. A devious grin slid across her blacked lips at the prospect. Her lulling black tongue slid across her mouth with murderous intention at the numerous bodies that surrounded the unfortunate corpse.
Who would she select next?
If granted one wish, what would it be?:
to never be hungry.
Likes: black cats, skeletons, taxidermy, dark thoughts, harmful intentions, antiques, forbidden objects, and intricate dark dresses.
Dislikes: optimists, bright colors and bitter things.
Language(s): all.
Favorite Color(s): black, purple and dark red.
Favorite Style: Gothic Lolita.
Brand Loyalty: none
Favorite Place: the turbulent mind of the being.
Favorite Room in the House: the attic.
Favorite Food/Drinks: nightmares, misery and paranoia.
Favorite Music Genre: industrial.
Favorite Book: the collection of harmful whims, her diary of her favorite meals.
Most Prized Possession: her horns.
Biggest Role Model: herself.
Personal Generalization: mysterious, intelligent, independent, intuitive, charming, suspicious, complicated, possessive, arrogant, stubborn.
Current residence: the realm between a dream and reality.
Occupation: parasite
Common Accessories: antique jewelry, wings and other trinkets that do not belong to her.
Hobbies/Pastimes: people watching, feeding, flying, storytelling, collecting, and rumor spreading.
Special Powers: Lilith is the embodiment of indulgence. Lilith is able to turn the thing you love most, into an obsession. Often times, this obsession leads to overindulgence and is, more often than not, devastatingly fatal to the host. Her mutism and monochromacy allows her to focus on her prey efficiently.
Story Thus Far:
David, as Lilith had established over the span of his lifetime, was the name of her current sacrifice. Lilith's insatiable greed had led her to the unknowing human child many years ago. David continued to sustain her existence with his glutton ridden habits and for that, she was thankful.
David shifted uncomfortably as he waited with anticipation. The 50-inch waistband of David's jeans pinched him rudely. It was almost as uncomfortable as the table attached to the booth he sat in. When David moved, the myriad fat rolls would rearrange themselves desperately under his ill fitted clothes. He would need that space in order to fill the emptiness that clawed mercilessly at his stomach. He had been rather disinterested in anything that the busy diner surroundings offered. That was until the waitress placed his steaming meal before him. The now forty-year-old man was unceremoniously hunched over his American classic. A generous amount of french fries and a intimidating double bacon cheese burger lay before him. With his craving only inches away, he could scarcely wait to plunge into his addiction.
David's pink and stout tongue glided across his lips unconsciously. His bulging eyes gawked at the traditional masterpiece of saturated fat, sugar, and sodium before him. Greedily, David pinched the golden toasted sesame bun between his engorged fingers. The pressure was enough to excrete a film of fat and animal protein. It dribbled onto his impossibly large red and white striped polo shirt. The new grease stains that littered his abused article of clothing were of no importance to him. For David, the consumption of this lunch far more important than anything else. As he filled his agape mouth with the scrumptious sandwich, he produced a rich and audible groan of impossible pleasure. The other patrons and the diner staff shifted their focus from one another and their meals to the man who had produced such an inappropriate noise. David's attention remained solely on the savory sandwich between his lips.
Lilith hummed softly as David began to consume the sandwich at long last. No human would have predicted that David's life would be shadowed by such depravity and darkness. Impossible still would be that the blame would lay with a monster. She lay curled, safe, and warm encased within the walls of David's stomach. To Lilith, the sound of mastication was the most beautiful masterpiece any human could create. It was as comforting to her as a reliable grandfather clock. It was the melody of promise; the promise of nourishment as it slithered down the man esophagus. David's impatience to consume his meal caused him to cease his present intake. This silenced the comforting melody as David took a moment to cough. He intended to force a bite into more malleable pieces. This action irritated the Grigori greatly. Her purple gaze narrowed in extreme criticism. Lilith quickly dispensed a black talon to rake across the impenetrable dwelling. David shivered uncomfortably at the sensation and began to devour his meal once more. The creature's features softened as the feeding commenced once more. A black tongue slid along the underside of the lengthened nail and savored the thick yellow lard she found there. Her hunger focused third eye began to close in the sliver of her exposed skin. This reaction was an unfamiliar one, as Lilith could scarcely remember when her greed was completely satisfied.
The demon had fallen peacefully asleep when David abruptly ceased his ravenous chomping. As he lifted another fist full grease soaked french fries into the open hovel of his mouth as a sharp pain ran from his arm to his heart. It wasn't until David tried to free himself from the confines of the booth that the onlookers took notice. By the time his round head and colossal form hit the tile floor, three onlookers had connected with emergency services. As David's life flashed below his eyes, he could only curse the empty and depressing life he had lived. Little did he know that the creature behind his despair lurked within him, cushioned by his mass. As David was pronounced dead on arrival, Lilith released a gentle sigh. Now that she was awake, she gently manipulated a finger around a particular soft purple coil of her hair. Yes, this body would suffice for a few months of hibernation. However, she would need a new host after the brief reprieve. A devious grin slid across her blacked lips at the prospect. Her lulling black tongue slid across her mouth with murderous intention at the numerous bodies that surrounded the unfortunate corpse.
Who would she select next?
If granted one wish, what would it be?:
to never be hungry.
Likes: black cats, skeletons, taxidermy, dark thoughts, harmful intentions, antiques, forbidden objects, and intricate dark dresses.
Dislikes: optimists, bright colors and bitter things.
Language(s): all.
Favorite Color(s): black, purple and dark red.
Favorite Style: Gothic Lolita.
Brand Loyalty: none
Favorite Place: the turbulent mind of the being.
Favorite Room in the House: the attic.
Favorite Food/Drinks: nightmares, misery and paranoia.
Favorite Music Genre: industrial.
Favorite Book: the collection of harmful whims, her diary of her favorite meals.
Most Prized Possession: her horns.
Biggest Role Model: herself.
