CROWLEY, Vincentia Aug 6, 2013 21:49:03 GMT -6
Post by Vincentia Crowley on Aug 6, 2013 21:49:03 GMT -6
- Vincentia Crowley, the Raven Lotus
Year in the Academy:
- Basic Magic 101, Weaponry and Fighting 101, Weaponry and Fighting 113, Survival, Basic Magic 201, Weaponry and Fighting 301 (Swords, Axes, and Maces), Patrol Training
- (Although, as Lotus, she effectively has taken all courses on Death magic and the Ninth Petal)
Courses Currently Enrolled In:
- How to Care for Your Raven 309, Weaponry and Fighting 302, Operation Nevermore. She's also performing the duties of an assistant librarian.
- Vincentia looks like nothing special. She possesses long black hair that falls to her shoulderblades. It's slightly wavy, but other than that seems content to sit placidly. Occasionally, she dyes it green for the fun of it.
When her hair is green, it matches her green eyes, which are usually devoid of makeup entirely. They project a nonplussed expression from behind oval glasses with green rims.
She often wears a black tank top and black pants, but will occasionally switch the black tank top for a green tee. She dresses habitually, and it's not difficult to predict what she'll be wearing on any given day. She wears makeup only for very important occurrences.
Overall, Vincentia is exactly the type of person to fade into a wall or the background and slip around unnoticed.
Her skin is cold to the touch, and she seems less affected by both cold and heat.
- As one might expect from the Raven Lotus, Vincentia's personality is somewhat layered and hard for any one person to fully understand. Most of the time, she seems to be a friendly if introverted and quirky girl with an odd sense of humor. She seems to have a cheery disposition that keeps her almost entirely unfazed by what happens around her- almost as if she were disconnected from the world.
However, those who go on missions with her have their perception of her invariably changed. They realize that much of her usual personality is nothing more than her acting.
Beneath that, Vincentia is cold, distant, and judgmental. She often looks down on others, and sometimes refers to humans as cattle or other lowly creatures. Her actions are logical and efficient- she is not afraid of sacrificing lives to get a job done. She will also view her more sentient foes as creatures to be judged by the eyes of death and cut down.
She upholds the mantra of the Ninth Petal unwaveringly. She is cold to everyone, and her friends are sometimes even scorned (the friends that she has). In the field, she is deadly efficient, and is not afraid to use her powers. Her mind is perfectly balanced and always above those pitiful things called emotions, enabling her to see things clearly no matter the situation.
However, despite her self-created armor of a facade of shyness and a layer of frigidity, deep down inside Vin is incredibly self-conscious. She is terrified of the disapproval of the Ninth, and she ultimately finds herself detestably human time after time despite the teachings she strives to uphold. She watches as emotions take hold of her peers and relatives time and time again, but no matter how hard she tries, she cannot seem to deny emotions their hold on her during critical moments (leading to large amounts of frustration, anger, and fear of the Ninth's disapproval). Her farce was created to push herself farther and farther from the humanity around her that brings out the humanity within her that she so deeply hates.
Emotions are part of this 'humanity' that Vincentia can't stop despising. However, she can recognize that her hatred and fear of emotions are in and of themselves emotions. She hasn't been able to fully stop them, however, and she seeks to create another layer of frigidity in herself that would be truly emotionless.
At the same time, she has a greatly inflated sense of pride, and will often make supercilious comments about others and snide remarks about herself. She loves for people to approve of her and inflate her ego--especially the Ninth. Due to this, she is overconfident, and will sometimes find herself taking on more enemies that she can realistically defeat. This is also another reason for her facade--fear translates directly to respect for Vincentia, and as people are continually freaked out by her dramatic reveals of her true power, she finds herself basking in their fear and newfound respect.
Although Vin has looked at herself and judged herself worthy for death, she has never looked into the eyes of Death itself. She is both eager for and terrified of meeting the Ninth once and for all. She seeks ever greater glory in the name of the Death Dragon due to her paranoid belief that when the time comes, she will not be found worthy to stay at her master's side for eternity.
Despite this, she is still eager to judge souls--she hasn't often had the chance to experience the legendary Reaper's Clarity just as she kills a sentient being (the one time being during her dream in which she was accepted as a Lotus). As such, she is perhaps overeager to kill in the name of the Ninth, at the same time doubting her ability to actually end a life and insatiably curious to see if she could actually metaphorically pull the trigger. Part of her also hopes that the psychological reaction of killing a human being will help her create this perfect image of herself--a Reaper so far removed from emotions as to truly embody frigidity.
- Despite her current odd personality, Vincentia's past wasn't bad at all. The middle daughter of the Crowleys, a minor noble family, she had a pampered if slightly neglected childhood. However, this didn't stop her from becoming interested in the Ninth Petal's teachings as she found herself scorning humanity more and more. She began visiting the temple daily, and the criteria seemed intuitive to her- she couldn't understand why others had issues grasping the workings of the Dragon of Death. Even the last concept of balance, although it was hard for her to put into words, she understood it entirely. She began to work towards getting accepted into the Academy in order to become a wielder of Death magic. Meanwhile, she pretended to be the happy, nice daughter she'd always been, if only to convince her parents that she was fine and leave her alone. This shell distanced her further from everyone around her.
In her first year, the Raven Lotus was called to his Master's side.
That night, Vincentia had a dream that changed her life:
She was walking through a forest of dead trees, seemingly frozen in time. Acid dripped out of their trunks instead of sap. Thunderheads blanketed the sky, removing all light except for the flicker of lightning. But there was no rain- simply the flashes of electricity and the faraway roll of thunder.
As Vincentia strode through this forest, she felt accepted and at peace in a way she'd never felt before. All her emotions left her, and she shed the fake personality she'd tediously upheld.
First, she came upon a tree that blocked her path--a living tree. As she stopped in front of it, lightning cascaded downwards and connected solidly with it, setting the old wood ablaze. She sighed. It was so pathetically easy to kill, but now the fire was invading this beautiful realm and blocking her path. With no firefighting equipment, Vincentia crossed her arms and glared.
The fire died down and the trunk split in two, sending one half of the tree her way. She deftly stepped to the side, watching as the now burned, dead tree crashed to the ground.
Her attention was turned to the trunk of the tree. Hovering where the middle of the trunk would have been was a scythe, metal glimmering unnaturally in the lightning and the wood of its staff blackened. She reached up and took it, then continued walking, dead leaves crunching underneath her feet.
Second, she came upon a hooded figure, standing still as stone in front of her, blocking her way.
'You cannot pass. You are unworthy.'
She raised an eyebrow. 'Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?'
'A guardian of this realm.'
For a moment, Vincentia considered why she was walking in this direction. She had a powerful desire to go this way, for a reason she couldn't quite divine- but this 'guardian' believed she couldn't do it. She might as well prove it wrong.
'Very well, then.'
She spun on her heel, turning to walk away. Every fiber in her body protested this action, but she doubted she could defeat this thing with a straightforward attack.
The scythe shifted in her grip and she whirled around. Blade connected firmly with cowl, the metal cutting cleanly through.
The figure fell, vanishing into dust on a wind that smelled of storm. Its cloak, however, remained mysteriously intact, even where her blade had cut it. Picking up the cloak and cowl, she quickly put it on. Now she felt like she fit her surroundings.
Lastly, she found herself at a pond. The same feeling which had propelled her forward told her that this was what she sought.
The water was still, a black mirror reflecting the sky above. In its very center floated a black lotus, a green glow limning the edge of its petals. The lotus was death itself.
All around the pond were the scattered bodies of other people who had tried to obtain this exclusive power. Some were no more than skeletons, on others the blood leaking out of their eyelids wasn't dry.
Why the eyelids?
Vincentia's gaze flashed back to the lotus. She stared at it evenly, pushing away her emotions and walking straight towards it, stepping over the bodies.
The light was painful and nearly blinded her, as if she were staring straight into a lightning bolt. Vincentia, however, refused to let her gaze be torn from the flower. She was certain that this was the way to success.
No, she wouldn't let herself lose her balance now, walking out steadily in a perfect line towards the flower. At the fringes of her vision, she could see the dead bodies- unworthy souls, all of them. They hadn't had the willpower to look Death in the eyes and live. But she did. She would not let herself fail.
She stepped onto the water, her feet sending ripples throughout the pond. The black water was shaky beneath her, but solid. Twirling the scythe, she turned it horizontally and stepped forward again.
The light of the lotus was blinding.
The water swallowed her, cold to the touch. Underwater, she could see more bodies- more failures. She couldn't be like them, no.
Frigidity. Efficiency. Balance.
Vincentia forced herself upwards, swimming directly up with all her might. She shoved the scythe up before her, the blade cutting through the water.
Exploding out of the pond, she gasped for breath, all her willpower was focused on getting out of the water and back on top of it. And something within her reacted.
She surged out of the pond, eyes locked on the lotus as she landed, crouched, in front of it, the scythe not used for balance but ready as a weapon. Reaching down, she plucked the lotus from its spot and held it up in front of her face for inspection.
Her vision filled with green light, and, appearing in front of her, she saw herself. She had long ago learned how to judge souls, and now it was her turn to judge her own.
Distant. Cold. Aloof. Deadly. Unafraid. Logical.
Vincentia's eyes flew open.
She found herself somewhere oddly familiar. The Ninth Temple.
She'd never seen it at night before. Looking upwards, she gazed to the sky, spotting the Celestial Lotus constellation with ease.
For a moment, she felt an odd, indescribable feeling as she stared at the stars. Perhaps it was from her odd dream? Or maybe it was from all the acolytes staring at her with open alarm?
Oh. There were acolytes here?
Turning, she realized that the entire temple was awake, all their eyes trained on her. She stood atop the altar to the Ninth Petal in the central courtyard, which would reflect the constellation on its dark obsidian mirror when the stars were aligned properly. Which, she remembered, they were. Nine points of light glowed on the mirror, even beneath her, connected to form the lotus with glowing silver light- even in her shadow. The ninth star burned brilliant green.
Goodness, was she still in her pajamas? How improper.
Glancing down at herself, she realized that she wasn't dressed in her pajamas. She was dressed in an oddly familiar black cowl and cloak. Looking at it now, she realized it had belonged to the last Raven Lotus... and she'd gotten it in her dream.
Did she have a scythe? That would also be slightly out of the ordinary.
Oh, yes, look, there was a scythe. It looked identical to the one she'd had in her dream.
Did she have a lotus?
Vincentia looked at her left hand, the one that had plucked the lotus, and gasped.
Wrapping around her wrist and hand was a marking of a lotus--black with brilliant green outlining the petals.
Power thrummed through her body, and she brought her hand up to grasp the scythe.
The design of the tattoo flashed into being in the air around her, unfurling outwards. The green glowed brilliantly, lighting the entire courtyard--the light of the Lotus.
Vincentia was accelerated through some of her classes in accordance with her new status. She now is part of Operation Nevermore.
However, she keeps the fact that she's the Raven Lotus relatively secret--she likes to see people unnerved when she reveals her true nature and power.
- As the Raven Lotus, Vincentia has some exclusive powers in addition to her abilities as a skilled Death wielder. Additionally, in the moment of someone's death, she can judge their life and basically acts as a Grim Reaper.
Stormcrescent: The name of her scythe. She can summon or dismiss it as she pleases. It is practically unbreakable, and the blade can cut through metal. It's also imbued with the wisdom of the first Raven Lotus.
Transcendence: Like all Lotuses, Vincentia can briefly pull herself into a state of incredible power. This, however, exhausts her, and she is more likely than not going to pass out after the exertion of this ability. Additionally, she can use it very rarely, and prefers to save it for special occasions. Every time she uses it, she shortens her lifespan as her soul is pulled closer to the void.
- She is one of the three roommates in room 315.
She is currently engaged to Aaron Wren (against her will).