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* Weave devestation with charm and guile.
 
* Weave devestation with charm and guile.
 
* Yearn for love and power equally.
 
* Yearn for love and power equally.
* Claw may way to even greater heights.
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* Claw your way to even greater heights.
  
 
==Character Creation==
 
==Character Creation==
  
'''[Name]''' tarnished and spattered, Jezebeth's name is a thing long since corrupted. But she holds it so tenderly, so dearly, so close to her heart - for it still holds a flicker of the love God held for her when she was christened so many aeons ago.
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'''[Name]''' tarnished and spattered, Jezebeth's name is a thing long since corrupted. But she holds it so tenderly, so dearly, so close to her heart - for it still holds a flicker of the love God held for her she was christened her so many aeons ago.
  
'''[Look]''' Jezebeth's mortal guise is a short girl, a young girl, with straw-coloured hair. Her eyes betray her, a glowing red. But to those who can see just beyond the veil, Jezebeth's halo is clear to them - tarnished as it is, cracked as it is, bleeding as it does. So too her wings; faint things, intangible things - that hum in the air and catch the light...and if you can see beyond her first pair, you will see nine pairs that ring her splendidly. A reminder of what she was. What she is. But all this is a mask, of course: plastered haphazardly over Jezebeth's shattered divinity. And yet, even knowing that, you will not see behind that mask. Surely not. For the world would weep at what she has become, and could not bear to see her revealed so carelessly...  
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'''[Look]''' Jezebeth's mortal guise is a short girl, a young girl, with straw-coloured hair. Her eyes betray her, a glowing red. But to those who can see just beyond the veil, Jezebeth's halo is clear to see - tarnished as it is, cracked as it is, bleeding as it does. So too her wings; faint things, intangible things - that hum in the air and catch the light...and if you can see beyond her first pair, you will see nine pairs that ring her splendidly. A reminder of what she was. What she is. But all this is a mask, of course: plastered haphazardly over Jezebeth's shattered divinity. And yet, even knowing that, you will not see behind that mask. Surely not. For the world would weep at what she has become, and could not bear to see her revealed so carelessly...  
  
 
'''[Origin]''' Jezebeth is an angelic creature destroyed by her jealous God. This has happened before. It will happen again. And perhaps it is happening now - falling, fallen, destined to fall. Rising, risen, destined to rise. A cycle unslaved to time. Do not weep for her. She chose her fate, is choosing her fate, will choose her fate. A fate that seeks to love. A love so, so, so worthwhile.  
 
'''[Origin]''' Jezebeth is an angelic creature destroyed by her jealous God. This has happened before. It will happen again. And perhaps it is happening now - falling, fallen, destined to fall. Rising, risen, destined to rise. A cycle unslaved to time. Do not weep for her. She chose her fate, is choosing her fate, will choose her fate. A fate that seeks to love. A love so, so, so worthwhile.  
  
'''[Who are the Gods that Taunt You?]''' Jezebeth is a pariah. She chose to love against her orders. This destroyed her, diminished her, broke her. And many of her sisters are content to deride her choice. They, resplendent, swaddled in God's love, look at her wretchedness and know they were correct (as Jezebeth knows she was correct). Not all, of course, but enough. Enough to make the pain acute. Enough to feel the daggers driven deep.
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'''[Who are the Gods that Taunt You?]''' Jezebeth is a pariah. She chose to love against her orders. This destroyed her, diminished her, broke her. And many of her sisters are content to deride her choice. They, resplendent, swaddled in God's love, look at her wretchedness and know they were correct (as Jezeneth knows she was correct) and they decry her choices. Not all, of course, but enough. Enough to make the pain acute. Enough to feel the daggers driven deep.
  
 
==The Darkness==
 
==The Darkness==

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