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|| #rcactlitcrypticsoul ||
Current Health; 100%
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|| Attack in #B893B8 || Open to Minor/Small injuries || Mentally Hard || Physically Extreme ||
Powers include: Sound/Molecule Manipulation || Time Manipulation || Invisibility || Vampirism || Ability to Absorb Spirits (8 extra lives) || Shapeshifting || Super Senses / Xray and Heat Vision || Teleportation || Venomous Fangs || Conjuration || Elemental Powers || The Ability To Give Or Take Away Pain || Character Bond with Argentpaw (RiverClan) || Character Bond with Raven Diaboli (The Underworld)
Currently Fighting;
Current Injuries;
Healing Abilities: Due to being a vampire, Crypticsoul survives on blood and only blood. The sickly sweet liquid allows her health to be at top condition, and if she's injured her wounds end up healing quicker than a usual creature's would. If she's given blood to drink while her wounds are open, it will speed up the process even more to help close them. This does not mean that they close instantly though. It still takes time for the wounds to heal.
Weapons; The Blade of Hastur- A heavy golden sword that was forged from the burnt bones of star spawn that is meant to "shatter all who oppose it". The soul who possessed the sword, Hastur, an ancient wolf, takes over the user's body when given a blood sacrifice. He's a fierce warrior on the battle field who will fight until he sees no more enemies left. If his rampage goes on for too long, the user will often come to with a terrible headache and might even start coughing up blood. If no blood is fed to the sword then it remains normal when used in battle.
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Main Fighting Body;; Dragon- The large dragon body is 20,000 lb white with black tribal markings all over. It pretty much was her tiger body as a different species. The body's head was long and slender with two sharp horns coming out of her forehead. Her mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth, venomous fangs that were now part of her tigress body too, and a forked tongue that constantly flicked out to help her catch scents. Around her jawline was a patch of skin that could spread out like a frilled lizard in order to make her seem larger to enemies. Her head is connected to her body with a fairly long neck, but not as long as a giraffe's. Her body was slender, yet still muscular, and covered in sharp scales that were fairly thick and would be hard to penetrate. Her claws were about four inches long and were always sharpened so they were ready for battle. Her wings were very bat-like in shape, but they weren't paper thin. Lastly was her tail, which was fairly long and thin, took the shape of a ball at the very end. The ball shaped tip was covered in spikes that she had covered in with her venom so if someone was struck with them it would be a deadly strike. Long black mane started from the top of her head and traveled all the way to the end of her tail, just where the ball and spikes were.
Much like a Kenyan sand boa snake, Cryptic's scales are not connected on three sides like a fingernail. Instead, they're connected on four sides to prevent anything from getting underneath her scales, which is a huge advantage for her. Has her scales been normal then someone could rip them off or get under them with ease, which would be incredibly painful.
Secondary Fighting Body;; White Tiger- Her main body in general. This body is covered in armor and often the body she uses her sword with.
Other Bodies;; Other bodies include her original form, the Egyptian Mau and a small Griffin.
// Link to her possession if anyone is interested http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2201830.0;topicseen
Any damage to the territory is underlined in the paragraphs. Summary is at bottom. GORE WARNING + PERMISSION GRANTED BY SATAN TO DO THIS
As creature of the dead, it's funny to say that Carmilla has never felt so A L I V E before. Carmilla was always a patient being. Not once has she ever lashed out physically against any one of her friends. Sure she sometimes had a short temper, but she'd often use her words to express herself. The worst she'd ever do is attack a piece of the territory that was already dead or needed to be replaced. When in RiverClan, Carmilla was always trying to be good. She threw away everything she loved for this clan, and yet... they repay her by giving her the cold shoulder. Oh no, Carmilla's mean because she decided to leave her clan with her son! Yes, what Argentbells did was bad. Carmilla acknowledges that, but he's her son! They had such a close relationship three hundred years ago and they were finally reunited! This was someone Carmilla could be her true self around, and yet she was horribly judged for that. All these mortals... Their judging gazes burned into her skin that day. And now? Now they were teaching each other to hate the former RiverClan Leader. Word was spreading that she was disliked, and yet Carmilla was still patient about it all. She tested them. She visited the clan a few times to see how she'd be treated. There were a select few who didn't treat her any differently than when she was a member of the clan. Style and Belle still appreciated her along with Spellbook and probably Rumple. Vulcan hopefully still loved her, but the rest of the clan... No. They hated her. She L I E D to protect her son. She lied to take on whatever hate the clan was going to throw at him, and now she can't bear it anymore.
If there's one thing Carmilla hates in her life it's being betrayed, and my god she wasn't going to tolerate it anymore. Elle, Laura, Killua, Guts, Legolas, Boneclan, pretty much everyone and some point in time betrayed the vampire and now it was finally time to get revenge. Revenge was the only thing that was left to do, right? In her mind, yes. Because the black panther had been consumed by an evil deity. If anyone remembers her past, they'd know that she and her ex-girlfriend were fighting a giant fish demon. Well that fish demon feeds off of negativity and Carmilla was full of it. The black panther was now consumed with darkness. [color=grey]"It is finally time, Mircalla.. Don't hold back... Show them physically what kind of emotional pain they've given to you.." The sad part is that Carmilla listened to the god. She didn't really have a choice since she was no longer in control of her body. Anyone who saw the black panther would see that her eyes were no longer the glowing blood red color they used to be. Instead they were completely black. There was no white of her eye. There was only darkness, but that was good. The darkness was comforting to Carmilla. It was like a safe haven to her since the Light was always evil. It's funny how she's working with the source of the Light now though.
So her revenge was going to be that from a natural killer. A vampire's master piece. So the dark beauty left the Dominon and made her way to BloodClan and the Exiles. The pathetic mortals had no time to react since Carmilla was a complete beast during this time. There was no cheating with powers. There was just a savage monster tearing through flesh and bone, creating a murder scene so brutal that even Jack The Ripper himself would be impressed. So many dead bodies. So much blood. So much gore, but what to do with it all? Naturally Carmilla brought the bodies of the enemies onto RiverClan territory. H U N D R E D S of bodies were scattered all over the place, causing a metallic smell to permanently settle into the air until the got rid of the bodies. To a normal creature it would be so revolting it would probably make them throw up, but to the vampire it was like Christmas day. That wasn't all Carmilla was doing though. Oh no no, she wasn't done. In the midst of throwing corpses around like it was a f*cking party, the flames that wildly danced around the panther's paws and eyes came to life and set the grass on fire in one small section of their territory. A simple breeze is all it takes for the fire to begin spreading, engulfing the ground and some of the bodies Carmilla had over there. So now the scent of burning flesh and fire was lingering in the air as the flames spread to the trees and begin to tear those down too. And yet that was still not the end. In an open clearing on the territory, a good few minutes away from the fire and bodies, lays a note reading the following: [color=black]On dark wings I come, and I will be the keeper of your death. I see someone you all worship dead, and the gates opening. I see the reign of hell in this clan. The end of all things. The first gate wants strength, wants the rook. And the rook will fall to the Bishop. That was a lovely little message, right? No one will understand what it means though except for Carmilla. Not a single soul know what game she is playing, hell.. not even she is fully aware since she is possessed during this time. She has not control over her actions or words. It's like she's in her body, but she's a puppet right now. She's being played by the fish god.
If anyone were to find Carmilla they would see that she was obviously not herself. Originally golden / red eyes were consumed by darkness, but if someone were to look long enough they'd see a swirl of golden in her eyes. It's almost as if she were having an internal battle of light vs dark, and darkness was winning. Other than that the appearance of the flaming panther was pretty normal. She wasn't visibly in the area, but she was watching a good distance away with her super senses. If someone wanted to find her then they'd better go searching for her before she disappears.
//please keep in mind the actions Carmilla is doing is not tied with the Dominon. These actions are by her possessed self and by her possessed self only. ++ everything mentioned are in character opinions <3
Summary: Carm came and caused chaos on the territory, and is now hiding and watching with amusement.
Territory damage: Fire blazing in a section of the territory, hundreds of bloodclan and exiler bodies burning in the fire and laying around in random sections of their territory, and finally a note with a riddle laying in the grass of an open clearing she used to stargaze in.
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