Post by Dawn on Dec 20, 2009 4:36:55 GMT -5
First Name: Abigail
Last Name: Weaver
Alias/Nickname:Mistress Twilight
Age: 102
Height/Weight:
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Light Gray
Persuasion: Neutral with a touch of evil. She looks out for her own goals first. If theirs a legal way that nobody has to get hurt, thats great. If not, no harm done.
Powers/Weapons:
The heart of Osiris: Osisirs Enbalmed, still living heart, transplanted into Abigales chest allows her to exert a measure of control over the forces of life and death. It lets her manipulate the life forces of living orginisams. She can expell the soul from a living being with little effort. Such an act is not instantly deadly, as the soul contrinues to exsist as an astral entity. Her power is enough to ensure that a being once removed cannot simply return under its own power. But without their life force, the body begins to die and is rendered deceased within 24 hours, at which point the spirit, if not enclosed within a new body, will die. She can also use her power to give life, taking the life force of one being and infusing it into another. Through this method, she's extended her own life, neither aging nor dying. She cannot create spirits, nor draw on the resivour of those dead and gone. Only lives still present on the mortal relm fall within her domain. Therefor, in order for her to heal herself or others, she must take life from others. This could mean killing an individual, or greatly weakenning several. Nonhuman beings can be used as well, even bacteria. But the total energy used must alwasy equal the energy gained from another source.
Within her perception, her power is absolute and irresistable to all but the strongest magic users. At greater distances, it weakenes. She could target someone on the other side of the world, but they would mearly expereicne a feeling like that of death, but would otherwise be fine. There are ways to extend this range. By having items that either come from the target, or have a strong connection to them, she can reinforce her power and fully attack a target.
While she lacks the aptitude for magic, she does possess the ability to use spiritual energy as a way to bypas the normal subtlties of the art and preform certain magical effects. Such acts invlove a large deathtole even in the best of circumstances. Her powers also give her the ability to detect the presence of living beings within a fairly large radius.
History:
People have their own stratagies for coping with confrontations. When faced with something they dont like, some people run from it, others quietly accept it. Abigails Father taught her to face her problems and conqure them. Thats how he managed to become a Railroad Tycoon during the turn of the century. Conqure everything that stands between you and what you want. THat was Abigails way of facing problems.
With her parents wealth, Abigail was free to persue any indulgence she wanted. Horseback raiding, ballet, fencing breifly. In her youth, her dedication was fleeting and her intrests doubly so. However, she grew older and began to enjoy a different kind of exercise, that of the mind. She had a fertile mind, espcially for stratagy. Her father enjoyed showing her skills off at meetings with other captains of industry in their trust. Beautiful and intelligent, she attracted more than her share of suitors. But she found the affections of other children of wealth to be fleeting and shallow. She Wanted more.
Setting off from the United states, Abigail voyaged to the nations of Europe, if for nothing else than to escape the endless stream of would be Romeo's. Europe was nice for a while, especially touring the great ruins of the past. Something about the timeless nature of such ancient structures captured an intrest in her, though it would not take root for some time. Detouring to the south, she visited in Egypt, seeing the awe inspiring beauty of the pyramids. Alas her trip was cut short by trouble at home. Receiving word that her father was ill, strain on his heart leaving him bed ridden. Though she loathed to do so, she set off for home to be by her fathers bedside. Wishing to ensure her well being in the event of his death, Abigails father arrainged for he rmarraige to another child of industry, effectly as a bargining chip to merge the two companies.
After her fathers passing, Abigail was religated from her persuit of intellect to becoming little more than a trophy wife to a young playboy looking to fill in Daddy's shoes and take ahold of the reigns of the coperation that he had no rights to beyond blood. Little more than a bystander, Abigail indluged her time with amassing a collection of old artifacts from Egypt, Rome, Britain. Places she wished to visit again but was unable to aquire permission from her wedlock captor to go to see. So isnted she brought what she could of the distant wonders back to herself. An Egyptian burial Urn was within the haul. It was put on display, but the full ramifications of its content were not understood.
Abigail began suffering bouts of weakness accompanied by a crippling pain in her chest. The ailemtns which had trouled her parent had evidently found their way onto the child. She knew where these attacks would lead, right into her grave. She felt helpless. She was trapped in a marriage that she couldnt escape, her husbond had control of the company and their wealth, her pride wouldnt let her live in poverty. And she was facing the slow approach of her own demise. Grimly she was aware that with each passing day, her grip on life grew a bit weaker. Pined between two enemies she couldnt seem to overcome, she was powerless to fight back.
October 29, 1929. THe great depression started. Having fallen into the trap of investment that brought world economics to its knees. The company suffered, ther wealth began to deflate. In a crunch for wealth, her husbond sought to rekindle their fortunes by selling of what he precieved as dead weight. Abigails collection was among such a list. Her only real joy in the world threatened, Abigail resisted. In a heated argument, He knocked over the egyptian burial urn. Her husbond strode out in a huff, not seeing what had been unearthed.
The still beating heart of The god Osiris. Acording to myth, Osiris was the sun god until his sun overthrew and slew him. Mummified, he was brought to the underworld where he became king of the afterlife. But to pass into the underworld, al beings, mortal or god, must have their heart weighed against a feather. Osiris's Heart was preserved, and now it was in Abigails hands. SHe recalled her teachings. Conqure everything between yourself and what you want. She wanted to Live. Not just exsist in this quasi-life of restraint, her life held outside her own hands. She would conqure her weakness, her husbond, her limitations.
Paying though the nose to get the beast cardiologist in the world, she recieved a much advised against heart transplant. If she was going to live she needed to be rid of her failing heart. And what better replacment than one which had been beating for at least a few millenia. But what was unexpected was the portion of Osiris's power which passed through the core of his being. As a god of both life and death, his control over the exsistence of mear mortals was passed on, at least in part, to Abigail. While the proof is long since cold and there were no witnessess, only a fool would believe that the sudden, unexplained demies of her husbond was by her own hands.
Taking the life insurence and fleeing the sinking ship of her fathers coperation with what she had, allowing the board of directors to squabble over owership of what was left of the empire. Better for Abigail to go her own route. Biding her time while the economy recovered, Abigail learned to weild her powers, as well as studing the successes and failing of coperations before her. She enjoyed the life of fine wealth and wanted it back, on her own terms. Investments made reflecting the political climent yeilded her a beautiful profit when WW2 rolled through the door.
Of course, time was now on Abigails side. Draining life here and there to restore her own, her lifespan was no longer a finate amount but one which would extend for as long as she could find other beings to leech a few moments of lifespan here or there. But more than that, She wanted to ascended even higher. Wealth was not enough, nor was her impressive power. Fully Godhood awaited those with the drive and intellect to seize it.
She began experimenting, wanting to learn more about the nature of life and death. Drawining on the power of hundreds of victems, she managed to momentairlly open a gateway between worlds and draw through an elven figure. Malakai interested Abigail. He was physically gifted with grace, and his intellect was not something that could be overlooked. While displeased at first in being torn from his world, she won him over to her cause, her feirce determination and power earning his loyalty. Some time later, she tried again, hoping for another servent, and insted recieved Gal-Dak. His strength matching his brutality, but his wit all but nonexsistant, he was still ensnared for times when simple subtlty failed.
Currently, Abigail lives in Las Vegas, finding the atmosphere perfect to build a smokescreen for her schemes, though she often forays out to the rest of the world to feed her hunger for intellectual stimulation or persue an interesting lead on a new object of power. Working on the line between law and crime, she advances her plans and move moutntains, one stone at a time, each day putting her a little closer to her goals.
Comic character is from: Dr. Strange and the rest of the Marvel universe.
Last Name: Weaver
Alias/Nickname:Mistress Twilight
Age: 102
Height/Weight:
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Light Gray
Persuasion: Neutral with a touch of evil. She looks out for her own goals first. If theirs a legal way that nobody has to get hurt, thats great. If not, no harm done.
Powers/Weapons:
The heart of Osiris: Osisirs Enbalmed, still living heart, transplanted into Abigales chest allows her to exert a measure of control over the forces of life and death. It lets her manipulate the life forces of living orginisams. She can expell the soul from a living being with little effort. Such an act is not instantly deadly, as the soul contrinues to exsist as an astral entity. Her power is enough to ensure that a being once removed cannot simply return under its own power. But without their life force, the body begins to die and is rendered deceased within 24 hours, at which point the spirit, if not enclosed within a new body, will die. She can also use her power to give life, taking the life force of one being and infusing it into another. Through this method, she's extended her own life, neither aging nor dying. She cannot create spirits, nor draw on the resivour of those dead and gone. Only lives still present on the mortal relm fall within her domain. Therefor, in order for her to heal herself or others, she must take life from others. This could mean killing an individual, or greatly weakenning several. Nonhuman beings can be used as well, even bacteria. But the total energy used must alwasy equal the energy gained from another source.
Within her perception, her power is absolute and irresistable to all but the strongest magic users. At greater distances, it weakenes. She could target someone on the other side of the world, but they would mearly expereicne a feeling like that of death, but would otherwise be fine. There are ways to extend this range. By having items that either come from the target, or have a strong connection to them, she can reinforce her power and fully attack a target.
While she lacks the aptitude for magic, she does possess the ability to use spiritual energy as a way to bypas the normal subtlties of the art and preform certain magical effects. Such acts invlove a large deathtole even in the best of circumstances. Her powers also give her the ability to detect the presence of living beings within a fairly large radius.
History:
People have their own stratagies for coping with confrontations. When faced with something they dont like, some people run from it, others quietly accept it. Abigails Father taught her to face her problems and conqure them. Thats how he managed to become a Railroad Tycoon during the turn of the century. Conqure everything that stands between you and what you want. THat was Abigails way of facing problems.
With her parents wealth, Abigail was free to persue any indulgence she wanted. Horseback raiding, ballet, fencing breifly. In her youth, her dedication was fleeting and her intrests doubly so. However, she grew older and began to enjoy a different kind of exercise, that of the mind. She had a fertile mind, espcially for stratagy. Her father enjoyed showing her skills off at meetings with other captains of industry in their trust. Beautiful and intelligent, she attracted more than her share of suitors. But she found the affections of other children of wealth to be fleeting and shallow. She Wanted more.
Setting off from the United states, Abigail voyaged to the nations of Europe, if for nothing else than to escape the endless stream of would be Romeo's. Europe was nice for a while, especially touring the great ruins of the past. Something about the timeless nature of such ancient structures captured an intrest in her, though it would not take root for some time. Detouring to the south, she visited in Egypt, seeing the awe inspiring beauty of the pyramids. Alas her trip was cut short by trouble at home. Receiving word that her father was ill, strain on his heart leaving him bed ridden. Though she loathed to do so, she set off for home to be by her fathers bedside. Wishing to ensure her well being in the event of his death, Abigails father arrainged for he rmarraige to another child of industry, effectly as a bargining chip to merge the two companies.
After her fathers passing, Abigail was religated from her persuit of intellect to becoming little more than a trophy wife to a young playboy looking to fill in Daddy's shoes and take ahold of the reigns of the coperation that he had no rights to beyond blood. Little more than a bystander, Abigail indluged her time with amassing a collection of old artifacts from Egypt, Rome, Britain. Places she wished to visit again but was unable to aquire permission from her wedlock captor to go to see. So isnted she brought what she could of the distant wonders back to herself. An Egyptian burial Urn was within the haul. It was put on display, but the full ramifications of its content were not understood.
Abigail began suffering bouts of weakness accompanied by a crippling pain in her chest. The ailemtns which had trouled her parent had evidently found their way onto the child. She knew where these attacks would lead, right into her grave. She felt helpless. She was trapped in a marriage that she couldnt escape, her husbond had control of the company and their wealth, her pride wouldnt let her live in poverty. And she was facing the slow approach of her own demise. Grimly she was aware that with each passing day, her grip on life grew a bit weaker. Pined between two enemies she couldnt seem to overcome, she was powerless to fight back.
October 29, 1929. THe great depression started. Having fallen into the trap of investment that brought world economics to its knees. The company suffered, ther wealth began to deflate. In a crunch for wealth, her husbond sought to rekindle their fortunes by selling of what he precieved as dead weight. Abigails collection was among such a list. Her only real joy in the world threatened, Abigail resisted. In a heated argument, He knocked over the egyptian burial urn. Her husbond strode out in a huff, not seeing what had been unearthed.
The still beating heart of The god Osiris. Acording to myth, Osiris was the sun god until his sun overthrew and slew him. Mummified, he was brought to the underworld where he became king of the afterlife. But to pass into the underworld, al beings, mortal or god, must have their heart weighed against a feather. Osiris's Heart was preserved, and now it was in Abigails hands. SHe recalled her teachings. Conqure everything between yourself and what you want. She wanted to Live. Not just exsist in this quasi-life of restraint, her life held outside her own hands. She would conqure her weakness, her husbond, her limitations.
Paying though the nose to get the beast cardiologist in the world, she recieved a much advised against heart transplant. If she was going to live she needed to be rid of her failing heart. And what better replacment than one which had been beating for at least a few millenia. But what was unexpected was the portion of Osiris's power which passed through the core of his being. As a god of both life and death, his control over the exsistence of mear mortals was passed on, at least in part, to Abigail. While the proof is long since cold and there were no witnessess, only a fool would believe that the sudden, unexplained demies of her husbond was by her own hands.
Taking the life insurence and fleeing the sinking ship of her fathers coperation with what she had, allowing the board of directors to squabble over owership of what was left of the empire. Better for Abigail to go her own route. Biding her time while the economy recovered, Abigail learned to weild her powers, as well as studing the successes and failing of coperations before her. She enjoyed the life of fine wealth and wanted it back, on her own terms. Investments made reflecting the political climent yeilded her a beautiful profit when WW2 rolled through the door.
Of course, time was now on Abigails side. Draining life here and there to restore her own, her lifespan was no longer a finate amount but one which would extend for as long as she could find other beings to leech a few moments of lifespan here or there. But more than that, She wanted to ascended even higher. Wealth was not enough, nor was her impressive power. Fully Godhood awaited those with the drive and intellect to seize it.
She began experimenting, wanting to learn more about the nature of life and death. Drawining on the power of hundreds of victems, she managed to momentairlly open a gateway between worlds and draw through an elven figure. Malakai interested Abigail. He was physically gifted with grace, and his intellect was not something that could be overlooked. While displeased at first in being torn from his world, she won him over to her cause, her feirce determination and power earning his loyalty. Some time later, she tried again, hoping for another servent, and insted recieved Gal-Dak. His strength matching his brutality, but his wit all but nonexsistant, he was still ensnared for times when simple subtlty failed.
Currently, Abigail lives in Las Vegas, finding the atmosphere perfect to build a smokescreen for her schemes, though she often forays out to the rest of the world to feed her hunger for intellectual stimulation or persue an interesting lead on a new object of power. Working on the line between law and crime, she advances her plans and move moutntains, one stone at a time, each day putting her a little closer to her goals.
Comic character is from: Dr. Strange and the rest of the Marvel universe.
