Abaddon [long.live.the.queen]

Name: Abaddon
Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Female [at-the-moment]
Age/DOB: Appears to be about 30, but in all reality is ancient
Occupation: Queen of Hell
Member Group: Demons
Playby: Alaina Huffman




Likes: Control especially when she’s the one controlling things, Watching others suffer, Revenge, Being Queen.
Dislikes: Crowley, and anyone else that would see her off the throne of hell, The Winchesters and Hunters in general, Humans, Archangels.
Dreams: Bring hell and demon kind together under her rule, and bring Earth to it’s knees before her once and for all.
Strengths/Special Abilities: Being a Knight of Hell means that Abaddon is stronger than your average run of the mill demon. On top of demon powers on steroids, Abaddon is unique in the fact that she knows a spell to travel through time, can send lesser demons back to the pit with a mere touch, and can even import a small part of her true self into an empty human to learn a snippet of their memories. On top of those powers she also can create and control fire, and has been known to be able to make humans go blind and bleed profusely from their eyes. On top of it all she is resistant to exorcism, her meat suit must be destroyed in order for her to vacate it, and she also immune to Ruby’s knife.
Weaknesses: Abaddon is a soldier, and as much as a strength that can be, it is a downfall as well. She is chaotic when angered, almost driven to the point of hysterics. She is more dangerous when she has a purpose, and if her purpose is taken away she becomes that chaotic force of anarchy.
She has an ego, like many demons, but even though this one may be justified, she can’t see beyond it. Especially when it comes to the Winchesters, or any other human for that matter, the idea of hunters being able to kill her…don’t even bother. They are just human after all.
Blind pride is also a main weakness, being the only remaining Knight of Hell has given her a bigger head than ever before, she’s proud of that and will hold it over any demon’s head if they give her trouble.
Holy water, devil traps, angel blades, salt, angel blades, are also effective in slowing her down. It takes a lot of effort to kill a Knight of Hell.
Personality: Abaddon is the embodiment of everything other demons hope to one day become. She is cruel, sadistic, and cunning. Driven by her purpose of not just ruling Hell as it should be ruled, by a warrior, but also of conquering the Earth and making humans and fallen angels alike bow to her power once and for all. She is relentless when it comes to the pursuit of her goal, and she will kill any demon, human, angel or God that comes in her way of ruling Hell and Earth with a bloody fist.

The sadism that Abaddon embodies is the purest kind. Nothing makes her happier than the pain of others, she lives for the anguished cries of the weak falling prey to her. Always one to inhabit a meat suit of the female gender, Abaddon knows just how to use womanly charms to distract and sometimes even torture those that would get in her way. She uses this confident sexuality almost intertwined with her sadistic nature, finding humans especially weak to this kind of exploitation.

Abaddon also has a penchant for revenge, especially where it concerns people that get in her way. Crowley and the Winchesters being the biggest target of this particular hatred. She is absolutely confident in the fact that she will succeed in killing Crowley and being the first demon to finally defeat the Winchesters.





Parents: She considers Lucifer as her father
Siblings: She had considered her fellow Knights as brothers but with all of them dead she has no current ‘siblings’
Important others: She survived the genocide the archangels preformed on her brothers and ever since than she works better when she is alone and in charge of her own destiny.



History:
long live the queen

All demons know of the Knights of Hell, and until recently, all demons thought that they were dead, purged from the realm of the almost living by the archangels themselves…They were almost right. There was one left behind the purge, and that Knight would go on to become the very Queen of Hell.

Once upon a time there was a human soul. Corrupt, cruel and sadistic that soul was more at home in hell than it was on Earth. That why it was chosen, by Lucifer himself to become one of the most feared forces of Hell. Abaddon as she was named was Hell’s police force, keeping any demons that would otherwise try to usurp the establish order from doing so. Hell remained as Lucifer kept it, orderly and horrible in all sorts of biblical ways. The power that came with being a Knight of Hell did nothing to soothe a fevered mind. Power-drunk Abaddon was known to be the most sadistic and cunning of the Knights, taking her time when it came discipline and doing so in the most horribly creative way possible. For a time she was feared and respected by demon kind. Until the other Knights almost ruined it all…

Like her, the other Knights were power-drunk egotistical bastards, thinking not of the betterment of hell, but of the betterment of themselves. They made lofty claims that only served to draw the attention of their polar opposites; the archangels. Almost as mercilessly as she would have gone about the purge, the archangels wiped out the rest of the Knights, but Abaddon knew she had to survive, and did so by hiding on Earth. For too long she laid low, watching humanity blossom into a race of sinful creatures that only made demon’s jobs easier.

Eventually the archangels became more concerned with making themselves gods within their own right, Abaddon finally came out of hiding, although she never truly revealed herself as what she was. It was painful to allow herself to be ordered around like some low ranking demon…But it kept her out of the winged self-righteous pricks radar and so she did as she was told. While working under the guise of a lesser demon she found out about a priest that was performing experiments on demons…she made sure that priest breathed his last breath as soon as she found out. But it seemed that it was fate that brought her into the arms of the Men of Letters through the priest she killed. She was told to wipe out the hunter cult gather up a treasure they possessed, and happily she obliged.

Almost all of the cult are killed before Henry Winchester escaped her, she was left with no other choice but to pursue, not just because she was told, but because she didn’t want to lose to a hunter…She followed the man of letters through time using a spell she knew as a Knight and stumbled on a world that would only serve to confuse and enrage Abaddon. The Winchesters proved more tricky than she had assumed and ended up tricking her, shooting her with a bullet that had a devil’s trap engraved on it…But at least she killed Henry Winchester before, it was a small victory that she could be proud of.

It wasn’t long after the Winchesters dismembered her that the two foolish boys put her back together again…And that was when she learned of what had become of Hell…a crossroads demon, barely a step above a foot soldier was calling himself King of Hell, and not only was it just a crossroads demon, but it was Crowley…It was as soon as she heard those horrible words that Abaddon knew what she had to do…

Thankfully for her, the Winchester boys while clever in their own right, weren’t clever enough. She dug out the bullet with the aid of her dismembered hand and disappeared from their grasp…she was more concerned about the fact that Crowley was king of hell than the Winchesters trying to close the gates of hell…either way she was going to fix Hell to her liking…and that required Crowley dead. And than the Winchesters made her job just a little bit more simple…Crowley’s plea for help was the beacon she had needed…and she jumped on the chance of beating an already weakened King. So she followed his cry for help, and found him at the church tied up like a pig for slaughter, and if Sam Winchester hadn’t doused her with holy fire, she would have killed Crowley than and there…

It just took a little time and patience, and a call to demon willing to get on her good side and her meat suit was restored. She doesn’t know where Crowley is, but she knows he’ll be stupid enough to try to usurp her, because like it or not Hell is hers and always will be. But Abaddon doesn’t want to just stop at Hell, no she wants the Earth, and it’s contents both human and de-winged angel alike to bow down before her, and than drown in their own blood.






Name: Tanya, but most just call me Rosie
RP experience: ..I started on MSN groups and have been Rping around the internet where I could, MySpace, ProBoards and even Rpme…so in years that means nearly 10 now…
Other Characters: None on here (yet), but in the past I’ve RP’d Bruce Wayne/Batman, Andrea Beaumont/The Phantasm, Megatron (It was a weird time for me), and even the Joker. Those are the last cannon characters I’ve played, this sample is from an original character I created about 5 years ago.
RP Sample: Shadows spilled over the broken edge of what had once been one of the most recognizable skylines in the world. New York had been known of a city of light, no matter what time of night there was always some light, keeping the dark shadows at bay. But now, no light shone down on the desecrated streets, save for the stray fires that still burned, almost as if humans were trying to uphold New York’s reputation, if even for a little bit. If there was one place in the city that Angel, Demon and human alike could identify as being the most foreign and strange without it’s once constant light, was the now broken Times Square. Even in the absence of the light of countless glittering billboards with advertisements for movies, musicals and consumer friendly models smiling down at the potential buyer from their celestial perch, smug in knowing that the blinding lights would lead them straight into the mouth of the stores like the stray humans now encircled the few burning fires for the warmth, there was some activity. Although compared to the stampede of human life the wide avenues of Time Square were used to, this was more like a trickle of ants. But there was one soul amongst the cold and frightened humans that appreciated the lack of humanity tainting the streets…

Perched on the debris of what had been the most famous billboard in Time Square, Gabriel sat, peering down at the scattered dots of orange through the blackened streets through sunglasses the humans below him would have killed for before this apocalypse. He wondered if any of them knew that he was here, watching them carry out their pathetic excuse of a life, waiting for their turn to die. If the rubble he was sitting on magically fixed itself and the city around him followed suit and the angel stood underneath the flashing lights he would be hard not to notice. He reached down at his feet and picked up a piece of mortar, or brick he couldn’t tell which and didn’t really give a damn. Rolling the rough rock in his hands, the angel found himself lost in thoughts back to a time when he wasn’t so lost…When he wasn’t wandering around like one of them, lost and confused. When he had first detached himself from Metetron’s army he thought it would be more of a help than a hindrance, that he would be able to find his way even without his Father’s voice, but instead here he was, slowly becoming something he despised.

But someone had noticed the rogue angel, and as Gabriel sat in his own contemplation the figure slinked up the small mountain like a shadow. With the slightest of movements, one that the approaching figure didn’t notice, Gabriel turned his head to the side just enough to see out of the side of his sunglasses, his ice blue gaze piercing through the darkness to land on the steadily approaching figure. The slightest of smiles found it’s way on the angel’s chiseled face, he was wondering how long it would take the vultures of this world to find someone alone and apparently unarmed dressed in pristine clothing. Even if this figure was going to try and rob him, as so many had ever since he started wandering the city, Gabriel was happy to be doing something other than stewing in his own thoughts, this was his form of entertainment now. When the figure slowed to try and keep quiet, Gabriel knew it was time to let this predator know that there was always a bigger fish waiting to devour any in it’s way. In one sudden and graceful movement, Gabriel stood, sending dust and several other loose pieces of rubble skittering down the heap. In this world of ruin, the angel looked as if he fell out of one of the billboards that had once surrounded the square, the designer sunglasses, popped collar on the long black wool trench coat, black button-up dress shirt, a black tie with a single red stripe down the middle of it, black jeans and the casual sneakers made him look like he was an extremely stupid human, or something that didn’t need to dress for survival. From the laugh he could hear behind him, Gabriel knew that the would be robber was more stupid than he had hoped. “What do you think you are? A Calvin Klein underwear model?”

Gabriel didn’t answer, he just turned to face the other man on the pile, slipping both hands behind his back and hiding the fact that he had a rock in his hands. When he did so, the man let out another laugh, pulling a small hand gun from his pocket, “Just look at that baby face, you must be one lucky son of a bitch, how else could you survive this long?” Whenever the man smiled or sneered at Gabriel, the angel got a better look at the ugly face of a human tainted fully by sin. They were so easily tainted that it almost made the angel sick with disgust, instead he kept his face neutral waiting for the moment to reveal just how much of a mistake this man had made. The man’s sneer suddenly fell, outwardly disappointed that his prey wasn’t cowering in fear and giving him whatever he wanted. The mangy pick pocket cocked the gun and closed the distance in a series of stumbles that left Gabriel snickering, and in a fit of anger the man gave a battle roar and raised the gun in the air, striking it across the angel’s face. Gabriel fell to his knees, resting against a piece of what had to be a billboard, the man laughed, grinning with the satisfaction that only predators can feel. “How’s that for you, you smirking freak?”

“You broke my sunglasses…”

For a few seconds after Gabriel spoke, the man’s smile spread into a sadistic grin, but than it sank in what his prey had said, in which case he could only snarl, “What?” Gabriel sighed taking the battered and broken glasses off his face, he stared at the broken plastic and glass for a few more seconds before tossing them to the ground. His head was still throbbing with the pain of being pistol whipped, but he knew the pain would subside soon enough, and wringing this sinner’s throat would definitely help that pain. Slowly he sat up, running a hand through his short, now dark brown hair to get any stray pieces of plastic out, “You heard me. Or maybe you didn’t your so used to the sound of agony.” The man started to back up, his eyes widening as he began to realize just how much trouble he was in, and when the angel stood and locked those ice blue eyes burning with disgust on the man it was the predator that was filled with fear.

As the man turned to run, Gabriel smiled, his face alight with the promise of bloodshed, “Your luck has run out, friend…” Rearing back like a star pitcher in the world series final game, the angel threw the rock that he had kept in his hand, the man fell when the thick sound of rock hitting the body cavity resounded through the still air. Gabriel watched as the man started rolling down the debris pile, watching blood and bits of skin come off each time he hit the rough rocks, and as the man neared the bottom the angel took off after him. Hopping on the rocks like a snow leopard chasing after a mountain goat on the high Himalayas, he met the man at the bottom, stopping him from rolling with momentum away from the rubble with is foot. Groaning with pain and the desire to die, Gabriel watched the man suffer for a few moments before spitting on his soon to be corpse. “Sinners deserve to suffer, but the children of the lord deserve a quick death. This is the only mercy you’ll have for the rest of eternity.” After spitting out those words, Gabriel sneered, lifting his foot up and crushing the man’s head against a piece of building and his shoe.

For a few seconds the angel just stood at the bottom of the urban mountain of ruin, watching the blood seep from the broken skull. To some what he had done to the man at his feet would be senseless murder, but to Gabriel it was mercy. He had done a favor to the world by removing just one vulture from this city, making it easier for the innocent to live for just one more day. He pulled his eyes away from the corpse and turned them towards the black sky, hoping to hear his Father’s voice agreeing with him, comforting him and telling him that what he was doing was still in his favor. But there was no answer, and as much as he knew that he wouldn’t get one, Gabriel’s shoulder’s still sank in disappointment. Letting out a silent sigh the rogue angel turned his back on the heap of rubble, stuck his hands into the pockets of his trench coat and walked away, into one of the many alleyways that cut through the heart of the city. He would never get used to being completely alone, that Gabriel knew, but here wandering through a ruined city he was beginning to love he felt in control of a soul he knew was slowly slipping into the darkness he now wandered through. It was in one of these alley ways, not far from the main square that the angel stopped, grabbed a stray piece of clothing and started wiping off his shoe, sneering and grumbling to himself as he tried to wipe the sticky and clotting blood, brain and skull fragments from the fabric, “I’d kill more of them if they weren’t so messy….”