Celosia and Darius

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Name: Celosia Koaidiit Iscyanneethro ((sel-o-shee-a, ko-u-dite, ie-cy-an-three-o))
Species: Dark Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Era of Existence: Era of the Breaking
Description: Being what she is, she is abnormally beautiful with features sharp enough to kill and eyes a deep, tranquilizing violet. Long ebony tresses of silky-fine hair hang down to her mid-back with mid-neck length bangs let lose to frame her face. The top half of her hair is normally pulled back and away from her face to be tied snugly at the back of her head in a sort of less-than-half ponytail. Her ears are that of the ‘new’ breed of elf, or rather the species that evolved to fit more into the present human culture. ((These elves aren’t as tall as their cousins, and lack their dramatically long ears as well as have the average human life span; they are no longer immortal.)) Her ears, however, are still slightly pointed and pierced twice each, which was a show of endurance and pain, as well as fashionable, among common elves. A slim and slender body with an enviable figure and graceful curves add dimension to her whatever attire she adorns. When she is ‘on duty’, she wears comfortable black, skin-tight slacks barely covered with a skirt with four slits up to her waist, which made four different sections. The ends of each banner of the skirt are squared off before stabbing down to a point. The otherwise black sections of the skirt are outlined in small, fragile designs of the Gods she worships, done daintily in silver. The chest-covering part of her attire is a simple, black bodice laced at both sides of her torso in equally black thread. Under the bodice is a silky black top with billowy sleeves that become tight, just at the wrist. The attire is simple, but perfect for what she does, as it is a flexible outfit and easily hides small, but deadly weapons.
Her everyday clothes are that of a simple, skirt of whatever color she deems suitable for the day and a bodice of subtle brown cloth ((if it matches)) with the laces up the front and a blouse of a coordinate color to the skirt below. The blouse may be usually off-the-shoulder or circular cut, but never very modest. The barest hint of cleavage may be seen by most of the clothes she wears, only to manipulate the young men into furth lust and laugh as she struck them down.
A circular, black and navy tattoo of Sifae adorns her right shoulder, with the purple and black swirls of The Dark One on her right. The only criteria that her indecent dresses have to fit, is to hide the tattoos.
History: Celosia was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, so to say. Her parents were both highborn and wealthy elves with dignified impressions upon their neighbors and other nobles who had the (dis)pleasure to know this ever-so-charming and seductive family. The Iscyanneethro family are all fair skinned and dark haired. They would resemble one another completely were it not for the their different features. Aerosalys, Celosia’s mother, was blessed with much softer facial features than her spoiled daughter and has sapphire blue eyes. Her father, Aradant’e, was the one who gave Celosia her sharp features, but he had eyes of deep midnight blue, almost black. They were only the seventh generation of Iscyanneethros who had dared to accept human company in settling in Armylia. They had lived in the same, spectacularly large mansion of stone ever since her family had made the move to Armylia, and they all lived in it comfortably. Elves are praised highly for the captivating colors of their eyes, and as vain as they are, the Iscyanneethro household is decorated in the colors of its inhabitants’ eyes with deep blue and dark violet everywhere. It is highly charming and very suave for their time. Their large castle-almost- is dangerously close to the palace, or rather its park, which is just the absolutely perfectest spot for their high nobility and…other reasons as well.
Other: Celosia is adored and doted upon by her ever-changing, highly wealthy, socialite father, but of course, that comes with its price. As her father, he is also her employer of the secret duties she takes out and accomplishes without anyone else even having the faintest idea, except her ever-so-proud parents, of course. As it was said, the elves are extraordinarily vain, and only see it fit to have one of their kind upon the thrown. Of course, the Iscyanneethro’s wish it to be their daughter, and because of their high social standings, they expect it to someday be that way. With the help of their Gods, The Dark One and Sifae, they expect it to happen very soon. Naturally, it is kept secret which Gods they worship, but there are, of course, the spiteful rumors. What is one naturally to think of a family of elves that are ‘supposedly’ good but have pitch-black hair and venomous eyes?? None of the rumors have been proven true or even close, but the Iscyanneethro family remains as friendly and charming as ever to smite the rumors until they are only whispered by the ever gossiping Commoners in the Lower City. However, the rumors are secretly very true, and though the terrible truthful ‘lies’ seem to no longer exist in their place of Nobility. Unfortunately, the Iscyanneethro’s have done much worse, but not one ounce of suspicion has even started to rise that is was the pleasant Iscyanneethro family that could have done such an atrocious thing.
The happenings are that some families of the higher Nobility are being struck down, murdered in the night. Usually it is just the leading male of the household, but if the wife just so happens to awaken during the massacre, death calls on her as well. It is Celosia who is murdering the innocent and destroying social standards of the higher Nobility. She was trained secretly in every move of combat; be it knives, swordplay, hand-to-hand combat, and even archery.
In the beginning of the darkest hour of the night, she leaves her home in her most flexible and night-camouflaged outfit. ((The one mentioned before)). With daggers tucked into every place she can keep them and an endless supply of throwing needles hidden in the subtle black leather bracelets at her wrists, she is fully prepared. In case of a Noble’s guard or other recognizing her, a black piece of cloth is tied across the lower part of her face, beginning at her nose and ending where her chin meets her neck. In this, she can easily leap from roof-top to roof-top secretly and take down whoever her father has ordered her too. Before morning when the deed is done, she is always in her bed, sleeping peacefully with no sentiment of the night before connecting her to the crime. No one knows the deadly talents of the daughter since she is such a sweet, charming and captivating girl, and her father is always conveniently elsewhere, such as visiting with a few of his noble friends or attending a dinner party with his quiet and respectful wife. No one in their right mind would expect them. No one.
Celosia herself is independent, cruel-hearted, and spoiled. Although she appears the perfect daughter around Nobles that need impressing, she is a rather spiteful girl but usually has her emotions well hidden behind a mask of emotion-less disconcert. A few smiles may, by chance, be graced upon a few people she deems worthy and may cruelly entertain the young men that see her as a gleaming prize; a trophy to grace their lavish households. She toys with them, as a cat may a mouse for her own entertainment. But she only manipulates them to her cruel ways before slamming them down, rather harshly. Sarcastic and strong willed; self righteous and very arrogant. Very loyal follower of her Gods; The Dark One and Sifae, along with her parents. Others believe they worship gods like Selindra or Novu, and by the daughter’s almost undetectably trickery against the men that like to court her, Thirstreen. Of course, the Iscyanneethro’s do not worship these Gods, but they let people think that, if only for their own sake.

Familiar's Name: Darius ((dair-ee-us))
Familiar's Species: Miniature Gryphon
Familiar's Gender: Male
Familiar's Description: He is a Gryphon half-lion and half-golden eagle. His body is a silky, dark tanish color. His chest feathers, however, are blissfully white with tan ends on some of the feathers to give it more of a speckled appearance. His wings span five foot in all, but he is able to tuck them in so they seem much smaller. The edges of his wings are outlined in a black that fails to gray in some places, with a rare tan streak put here or there. Darius’s wing feathers are a tan, darkening to brown and then black. The very tips of his wings are an oily black and ruffled up to add more expance. His front muscular, fur-covered legs disperse to tan feathers before even those darken to black. Darius’s feet resort to talons with razor sharp, deadly looking black claws. His hind legs are all furred and keep the appearance of a lion’s, although they darken to a lighter shade of black around his paws and the tips of his talons are also ebony black. He has a natural lion’s tail and hindquarters. His head is topped in black with a mohawk of black feathers cascading down his neck. His beak is ultra-sharp and tan like most of his body, before it darkens to a poisonous black. His chin begins white before turning to its mane of tan feathers, preened to perfection. Darius is small enough that he can rest comfortable on Celosia’s shoulder, and she is the only one, too. He is fierce, determined, and about as vain as his bonded. Snippy at times, but ever helpful with whatever Celosia intends to do unless it is completely suicidal…but he may still tag along. Naturally, they have their common snippets and bickering at times, but through it all, they are still a rather close pair. He helps with her murders and is a very useful spy. He keeps himself clean and brilliant looking at all times and has a manipulative tong with venomous words that coo out in a seductive voice that hisses of comfort and help, but it may also get you killed. Perhaps it has something to do with being an elf's familiar, but Darius has the ability of speech to bondeds and familiars, alike. He also has the unique ability to copy anyone’s voice and recite it to the exact note. Of course, he has to hear the voice first, but only a muttered word or whisper before he is able to mock them in nothing flat. Needless to say, he is a very useful and resourceful little ‘birdy’ and with Celosia at almost all times, commonly on her shoulders to seem more intimidating in height.