She/her or They/them
mostly into men but who knows
Human, divine avatar
|Felony is blunt, ruthless, and will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She loves to be the center of attention, and wants people to adore her, though she really does very little to earn the latter. She doesn't actually take herself as seriously as one might expect; she has a theatrical sense of humour and loves to entertain.|
She does harbor a softer side, though she's done her best to repress this part of herself as she views it as a weakness.
Under all her glitz and bravado she's much more vulnerable than she likes to think, so she'll push away anyone who tries to get past this facade. This has left her with very few true friends, and despite what she'll tell you, she's really rather lonely.
|Powers & Abilities|
|MagicFelony has devoted her life to studying and practicing magic, and it's payed off.|
She is an astoundingly powerful mage, strong enough to manipulate the very fabric of the universe itself. As such, she is one of the few humans who can create pathways from the underworld to the mortal word -- It's a really big deal!
There are lucrative resources in hell that only people like her can access, which she can sell for huge $$$
Also she can "summon" demons or other entities from that dimension -- though whether or not they want to agree with her is an entirely different story.Felony is also extremely skilled in electricity-based magic, as well as holy magic. She dabbles in other forms of magic, including alchemy, though her talents lie in dimensional, electric and holy magics.
Her unwavering devoted study, combined with her natural gifts make her arcane prowess virtually unmatched among modern humans.
Her aura is powerful enough to actually stop bullets. It's hard to overstate just how ridiculously overpowered she is... for a human, at least.
Her astronomical arcane potential is due to the fact she's a human avatar of an actual deity -- In her case, Azra, the goddess of Death. Gods sometimes send parts of their essence to take on human form, in order to better understand humanity. Felony has no conscious link to divinity, despite this gift; she doesn't actually know she's a divine avatar, though she does suspect such.
Aside from her natural strength and gift with holy magic, being an avatar of Azra has little impact on the rest of Felony's life, and is pretty much nowhere near as exciting as it sounds.
Felony can play the piano very well-- or at least, she could before her accident. She was also ambidextrous, though the limited dexterity in her new left hand makes that mean little now, too.
|Appearance & Presentation|
|First impressions are everything, and Felony wants to ensure hers is always incredibly striking. She's the sort of person who'd do a supermarket run in full avant garde makeup, and would never leave the house while not wearing something she deems to be haute couture if she could avoid it. Luckily for her, her unique & highly demanded skills mean she's well-funded enough to indulge her blisteringly expensive and often outlandish tastes.Her glitzy outfits are all bespoke, and mimic ashfiend fashion trends rather than human ones.|
You'll only ever catch her in reasonable clothes while in the comfort of her own home -- though even then she has to have some clothing modified to fit her spiny arm.
Generally her outfits are garishly colourful, and employ crisp geometric silhouettes. She thinks personal style is very important, and doesn't really care if people find her appearance to be ridiculous so long as they're captivated by it in some way.
The left side of her body was terribly burned in a magical accident, to the point she lost most of her left arm. Instead of getting a prosthesis she tried to transmute herself a new arm but it didn't go so well -- this demonic new appendage is mostly numb and is very hard to maneuver. Though it did stop phantom pain from bothering her, and it is a lot more sturdy than a fleshy human arm.
The hair on the left side of her head is also transmuted -- she was going for normal hair but the best she could do was this spiky, white nonsense; each strand of this "hair" is thick as a piece of florist's wire, and wants to hold its spiky shape no matter what she does with it.