POWER DESCRIPTIONS

GENIE'S COVENANT

Let’s be honest with ourselves. How many people desired that? How many fell to the tales about genies trapped within lamps and when rubbed, automatically grants you three wishes? Wouldn’t that be lucky? To gain something without really putting any effort in it. For ones desire to suddenly be at their fingertips. I wont deny that’s exactly what her powers advertises and its exactly what it does. Grants wishes… but…
But will you be willing to give up something for it?

Genie’s covenant is a rare gift that grants the user the ability to be somewhat like a genie. They can grant wishes but at a price. A contract if you will. Those who… seeks her services are required to be bound into a contract with her, bound by blood because blood never lies. The next condition would be ‘price’.

How much the person would be willing to give up in order for their wish to be granted. Each specific wish depending on how… grand or difficult is it has a set price. The larger the wish the bigger the payment they need to pay. The price has to be the same value of importance as the wish. It can be… the person’s health, their wealth… or their free will. It can be anything really. The child is rather unpredictable when it comes to collecting payment.

It has of course its limitations, most connected to the price system it demands. Life needs to be paid with another life. For example…. And the user can only grant a set amount of wishes per day as it does put a large drain into their reserves. 2 at most while three would be pushing it. Not to mention not all wishes are going to be exactly what that person wanted. There's a 50/50 chance of it being completely different from what that person expected.


Umbralkinetic Constructs

Just as the name implies, umbral meaning the term darkness. Rayne has the unique gift in manipulating the darkness around. Shadows might as well fall into this category. She long suspected it developing from childhood trauma she underwent as a child. Basically the child can manipulate surrounding darkness for an extent amount of time and may be able to call for it as long as one, she has a shadow. Manipulation usually is only limited by the person’s imagination or control for the matter though her control might not be fully there yet she does have a significant control she gained from four years’ worth of experimenting. She can manipulate it to act as a shield for protection or… into its current form of six lively tentacles situation on her back. Think of the old urban legend of slender man. The same sort of appendages he has waving from his back.

Though she did get the inspiration from that very same creepy pasta. Moving on… She can create certain weaponry though most of the time she’d rather stick with her own armory than make her own. Plus the fact that it takes a drain at her every time she uses it on any other thing other than a shield or extra appendage. There’s also the fact that she needs to know EXACTLY what she wants to create for it work, their composition, metal what they’re made off, ex.

APPEARANCE

Two faced angel, with acting comes the looks as well. Rayne would happily state she wasn’t lacking in that department thanks to her mother’s genes. She’d had people tell her how much she resembled her missing mother. Down to the type of hair colour, to the shade of her cerulean orbs. Rayne is the girl whom can easily act out as if she’s a true angelic being. Flaxen blond hair, falling down on her back in silky waves, a soft aristocratic heart shaped face which complemented her doe like cerulean blue orbs. Her appearance screams exactly of a damsel in distress waiting for a prince charming. A harmless butterfly just waiting to perch on someone’s finger.

If only appearances tell the same for what’s on the inside. Despite her physical appearance Rayne is quite a devil in terms of personality. Hence why the term ‘two-faced’ comes to mind when describing her. While she carries herself with the air and appearance of a delicate noble child the girl has been known to switch. From being docile to ripping out a person’s intestines through one of their orifices. She stands at a 5’6 with a lean delicate physique giving her the appearance of someone who favours being light on her feet as well as acrobatic.

Rayne tends to keep an act of demurred innocence, playing the role of a soft spoken elegant child raised in an aristocratic lifestyle. She tends to keep an open air around her, easily approached and polite with her words. Hence why she models her clothing to compliment such mask. She tends to go for dresses, most delicately decorated laces or frills. She also has a collection of modern casual clothing but it rarely deviates from anything that isn’t in the ‘cute’ category. The only exception would be… is her ‘excursions’ in which she turns towards darker styled clothing fit for comfort while out in field. She has had more than her fair share of scars, thankfully not all of them noticeable. Except for maybe one over her heart. A rough scar she got from one of her more ‘exciting’ jobs. A small reminder of what her cockiness almost did.

PERSONALITY

An angel or devil, Rayne’s what you would describe as a wolf hiding within a flock of sheep by using one of their skins as a disguise. A natural actress, she had to be from her time growing up in the lone streets of America right after her family’s demised. And then towards her family’s training when they found her. Rayne’s personality can easily be likened to snake in how fast her loyalties can change. She has no true loyalties if we must be honest. Unless it’s towards her family. Excluding her parents… but they’re dead.

Just like a snake the girl knows how to adapt to her surroundings. Her personalities, or as she calls them. ‘Masks’ shifts with each situation. The same as an actress changing from line to line. She sees herself as that actress and the world around her as her stage. To her each role, is like a mere play she’s performing on. One moment she can act as someone’s bestfriend, their confidant until they loss their worth and then they’re easily discarded.

She mostly follows what others sees on her physical appearance. A kind smile, pleasing words here and there. With a personality that draws people to her, she’s a rather mischievous child. She enjoys the trill that comes from playing with a person’s perspective. Their emotions, their actions and personality. Mind games is like an elixir for her or a drug that soon got her addicted to it. She carries a charismatic persona on her, with how she carries herself. Proud and confidant to the point she has no qualms sacrificing her shame for a little fun.

Then again…what’s shame? The girl has absolutely discarded the meaning of it somewhere along her childhood. She couldn’t exactly remember when, but she never really cared for what others deemed as ‘norm’ she enjoys doing things outside of the box than being trapped within one circle.

The devil… underneath everything, underneath the nice smiles and soft spoken words. The girl is a walking representation of what old Luci’s kid would be if the devil himself did have children. Rayne’s a certified psychopath. Or a sociopath depending how people view the darker side of her personality. While she’s not necessary evil she’s very much interested in causing chaos. She doesn’t care for people no matter how friendly she might appear to them. She sees them more as cattle or toys to be played with at most. Human life barely has any value to her if she has to be blunt about it.

Life… was to be treated with care but for her, she has no qualms slaughtering a group of innocence when given a chance. She probably had done a few times, but never cared to make note of it. They never cared when she was begging for her life before. So why should she care for others?

BIOGRAPHY

She once was a child, innocent to the world around her. Two brothers whom adored her, a loving twin whom she often shadowed everywhere he went. And a set of parents whom dotted on their children, protecting them from the real horrors of the world. The veil of innocence that shielded her from childhood. She thought nothing could break it, she was content with the love her parents showed her. Despite how their lifestyle went. Rayne was born as a Valentine a daughter of the sun and current heir of the head of one of the bloodiest assassin family to ever grace the underworld. They ruled it with an iron fist as well as being part of the five main pillars of the Italian underworld. On the surface theyre a multibillion conglomerate with multiple connections through political and business means.

But the light side of their business shielded what they dabble in the darkest. Rayne as a child was complete ignorance of their way of life. Their father wanted them far away from bloody deals of their family. So… he took them away. He raised his family away from the life he grew up in. But at the cost of always hiding, always having to look behind his back. There was no freedom for someone like him. No real net of safety despite the ones offered by his wife.

From a young infant to a toddler the young blond grew up mostly isolated from the world. Her parents rarely allowed them aside for fear of both their health and safety. Her brothers though especially the eldest Eremes was often allowed if only to attend the private school close to their home. For her though, her parents often worried for her health. She was a sickly child from infancy. Even at four she was still suffering through her weakened immune system. Premature birth caused by being a twin made sure of it. She was, for all intents and purposes the ‘runt’ of the litter. Her brother came out mostly unscathed screaming his lungs out while she nearly starved to death because her dear brother stole all the food coming from their mother.

Not that she knew about that, she still loved her brother either way. They were like every twin. Nearly inseparable. As though they had been connected to the hip. To say she wasn’t closed to her siblings was like saying she hadn’t acted as their tail for as long as she started learning how to walk. Which was a bold face lie to those who saw her growing up. Father and mother kept them safe, away from the blood caused by their chosen professions. No matter how her parents tried to forget that part of their lives. They couldn’t leave what they’ve been raised into. The call of blood as life dwindled away from their prey was an addiction her father found hard to abandon on a second’s notice.

The same could be said for their mother but they didn’t want their children involve. The best they could do was keep their professions and family life separated by arm’s length. Neither told their kids about their other jobs and frankly kids being kids they hardly cared either what mummy and daddy worked with during their days outside.

She was reaching five when things changed, dear fate decided to wield her hand upon the child. She got bored you see, watching the endless normalcy humans do daily. She degreed the child needed some excitement in her life, yes excitement though her definition of the term was skewed as best. It happened at night when three people systematically broke into their four-bedroom home located in a subdivision somewhere in a quiet part of Tokyo. Exactly which district it was she hardly remembered. After all it happened maybe ten years ago, ten years’ worth of memories locked behind numerous steel chained doors. Secured by a several bolted locks and chains.

Three peoples…she perfectly recalled that night she begged mother for a cookie. Well mother wasn’t giving her one so she tried reaching for the cookie jar located on a shelf. Her brothers were watching a movie inside the den when the door connecting to their cellar suddenly exploded in a hail of bullets and wood. Mother instinctively shoved her within the confines of the closest closet. Where she peered through the tiny blinds. She saw three men barging their way inside. Mother reaching for a knife but the man open fired on her. She saw blood, lots of blood as well as her father charging into the kitchen. The stench of blood and gunfire riffed through the area stinging her nose with its acrid stench. She didn’t know why she didn’t scream. Why didn’t she start freaking out like any normal child does when faced with something as scary as hearing loud deafening gun shots. Hell why weren’t the neighbours reacting to all the sounds?! The answer was simple, fear froze her over, rendering her paralyzed enough to sit and watch as her parents were physically dragged out. Her brothers’ voices drenched in fear followed suit… then gunshots echoed. Then silence fell. She didn’t know how long she was in that closet until her limbs gave way allowing her to finally crawl out of the closet right after she figured out how to push it open.

Silence greeted the young child, as she walked out of the closet. Their house was as quiet as an old forgotten grave. Lights were off, lightbulbs shot from their sockets. She slipped onto something the first step she took she landed straight into a puddle of drying blood on the ground. Her clothes now soaking up the sticky liquid.

She screamed for her mother but no came. Her brothers didn’t came either, she was scared. Any child would. She wanted to know why mummy and daddy weren’t coming. Her small pitiful cries were only answered back by the deafening silence.

They were gone…. And they’re not coming back.

All alone within the hollowed house. The girl stayed standing within the still silence of their dark living room. Once echoed with the voices of her brothers playing and the silent crinkle of a page being turned while their father read. Now there was none, replaced by a cold silence that sent chills up her spine. No matter how much she called no one came…she hadn’t known how long she waited, she waited until her stomach churned with hunger until her patience ran dry. She saw their front door open wide. Her mother would never have allowed for that to happen but she wasn’t there. Fuelled by curiosity she peered out, taking a step into the dank night where the winds from the cool autumn night brushed against her.

That was the last time she ever known the word ‘protection’ it took awhile longer for her to digest how silent their neighbourhood once. Hell it took her around five years to look back to this day and finally realized the numerous ways their assailants prevented the neighbours from hearing all of those gunshots. With how powers manifest these days she was convinced one of them had to be a power user with the ability to negate sounds. Forcefields were a close second.

From them on the child had become a child of the streets. Forced to survived by stealing, by doing unspeakable things for the sake of survival. She stole, she lied, she used her own appearance as a means to get by. Now a child shouldn’t have had to deal with it, she had been an innocent starving five year when she started. When a few of the homeless took pity on her and decided to teach the child how to beg. If that didn’t work she had to learn how to steal. Life in the streets hadn’t been easy. It was a dog eat dog out there. Survival of the fittest. She had to learn that at such a young age when a few of the unsavoury prayed on her. They stole her innocence, and nearly her life. She swear that day was what really broke her in half. The small life she had finally had enough and hid, leaving behind the darken counterpart to become its knight. And turned into a protector it did. That day on her perception towards life darkened. Turning into a twisted interpretation of it. Her parents should have been there…but they weren’t. They left her, and she in turned started blaming them her mind did broke that time. Love, turned into a twisted form of hate where she began to grow a bone for retaliation. Her father’s blood did flowed in her veins and soon the girl started to learn how to fully live in the dark side. She was seven when she ran into a man she tried pickpocketing. She almost succeeded if it wasn’t for the man easily catching her. The twist and turns of the alleys did nothing to hinder the man whom caught her by surprise by resting a bladed knife at the tip of her throat. Strangely enough she didn’t fear it, merely turning back to the man who dared to it. She must have amused the man on how a child wasn’t a shaking mess at the sight of a blade being pointed at their necks. More so when the girl pointed out it still had a speck of blood.

The man turned out to be her father’s brother. Her uncle, she only saw a couple of times in her childhood with her father being sparse with contact towards the family. Needless to say the girl was immediately brought to the family. The Valentines, her grandparents were by rights her legal guardian now. They hadn’t known what happened to her parents… they had figured her father just wanted to keep his distance. Imagine the look her grandfather had when she told them…she never saw the devil but seeing her grandfather expression that day she swore she might as well have. At that point she was forced into their lifestyle. On her own free will, given the choices she had been given… to remain weak or to take her mantle as a proper member. She hated being weak, after that fiasco she swore she would never.

So she was trained…as a replacement to her father which only deepened her hate for them. A normal life…she yearned for, no it was her light that yearned for it. She was merely its protector but to know she can never give her innocent counterpart that life made her bitter towards her birthparents.

She was seven that time, and nine when she had her first kill. The kill count just kept going for there. It was another thing she found, she enjoyed bloodshed. The screams as her prey begged for their life, their pain. The sickening glee she felt watching the light fade from her eyes. Like an addict she became hook to the euphoria it gave her.

Two faced angel that’s what they called her. She only laughed at her new nickname. From there it evolved to ‘Empress’ because of her station as the new heiress to the Valentine family. It’s only fitting the child had the pride to back it up and the creativity that actually amused her cold hearted grandfather.

Another change happened on her eleventh year when she began to notice how the shadows seemed to follow her. A few months later during a particularly gruelling training sessions with one of her tutors he managed to catch her off guard by attempting to slash her from behind with a katana. The surprised was enough for the darkness around her to react to her instinct, shooting towards the child to form a shield. Power… her grandfather once told her that the family shared some unique….abilities. She didn’t exactly expected it to the same curious gifts that’s now making more than a few people nervous. Oh how she laughed so hard when she remembered it. Strangely enough she wasn’t so shocked by it more annoyed at the sudden appearance than anything. But it was a gift, she wasn’t stupid enough to disregard it. Could have been worse… could have been the same as the first—oh wait… she hadnt mentioned it wasn’t the first time for her. Only by hiding it did she manage to keep it hidden. She had another you see, she which woke a year prior. She wasn’t about to go into detail on how it did… let’s just say it cost them a maid.

It took her four years of trial and error to get a decent grasp with her gifts. Four years of constant experimentation. She didn’t have a shortage with… ‘willing’ lab rats. She had more than a few assignments that provided her with excellent guinea pigs until she got bored. It was the same

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