“ Words are weapons. Music is war。
I am not a queen to entertain you but an empress, and every note you hear is your obedience made sound。After all, creation began with a word。And I intend to have the last。”
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name.
Ariella Lawrence.
Alias.
Empress Ariella, Empress of Rama, Rose of the Throne.
Race.
Demon, Vampire, Seraphim.
gender.
Female.
Age.
? ? ? .
Birthday.
December 18th.
height.
177cm.
weight.
58kg.
Homeland.
Rama.
Affiliation.
Rama's Empire.
Family Members.
Unnamed Parents (Unknown).
Azrael Lawrence(Cousin).
Angelonia Lawrence(Neice).
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Extras.
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Likes.
Mirrors,
Red Wine,
Powerful Voices,
Classical Instruments,
Jewelry that Glimmers Like Firelight,
Scented Oils and Perfumes,
Theatrical Performances,
Candlelit Evenings,
Silken Fabrics,
Court Dances,
Dislikes.
Being Called “Queen”,
Out-of-Tune Music,
Idle Gossip,
Sympathy,
Being Ignored,
Unrefined Speech,
Crying Without Dignity,
Messy Rooms or Tables,
Disrespect in Subtle Form,
Face Claim.
Elvira from Epic Seven (Ariella's).
Voice Claim.
Mai Nakahara (Ariella's).
Counterparts.
Evil Queen,
Aphrodite,
Killer Queen by Queen.
Seraphim Counterpart.
Naamah (Fallen Angel).
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personality.
Ariella embodies elegance refined to its sharpest edge. Her tone is velvet and venom combined, yet soft, persuasive, and able to command enough to silence a room. She commands loyalty through awe. Every glance, gesture, and word is carefully composed; nothing about her is ever accidental. She radiates an almost magnetic authority that draws both fear and admiration.Beneath her perfection lies a fractured soul, one who was once scorned and cast aside, now reshaped by divine chaos. Though she rarely shows it, part of her still yearns for genuine affection, but only from those strong enough to stand equal before her. The shattered soul craves love and validation, but was taught only to conquer. She hides loneliness behind splendor, and her artistry is both her solace and her curse. She still secretly listens to mortal songs in moments of solitude, though she would never admit such weakness. For she is Beauty, she is Grace, and she cannot allow any signs of weakness to slip in from being perfect.
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appearance.
Ariella’s hair is a long, silvery-lavender hair cascades down her back, catching the light with a soft metallic sheen. Each strand glows faintly under moonlight, giving her an ethereal aura even in shadow. Ariella’s eyes are piercing and hypnotic, a deep, luminous crimson with a hint of violet at the edges. They seem to glow softly when she speaks, as though her words ignite light itself.Her skin is pale and porcelain-smooth, such complexion seems to be untouched by sunlight and appears more statue than mortal flesh. Her figure is slender and poised, every movement is deliberate and graceful, as if her body itself were part of an ongoing performance.She wears a gothic, high-fashion ensemble in deep purples and blacks, lined with silver and dark blue accents. The gown is form-fitted with intricate designs, asymmetric sleeves, and ornate gold filigree. A choker of black silk rests at her neck, and delicate, bat-wing motifs adorn her attire. Black gloves trimmed in lace, golden jewelry, and small crystal adornments that catch light like frozen starlight. A flowing, shadowy cape drapes from her shoulders quite regal and dramatic, shifting like a living mist when she walks.Lastly, the air around her hums faintly, carrying the subtle scent of lilies and cold iron. Wherever she goes, silence follows though not from fear, but awe.
Abilities
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| Demonic Heritage | |
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| Infernal Resilience | Her demon blood granted resistance to elemental damage, especially fire and dark energy. |
| Soul Drain | By touch or gaze, she could feed on emotional energy such as anger, fear, or desire to strengthen herself temporarily. |
| Shadow Step | Short-range teleportation through shadows; used for swift escape or ambush. |
| Hellflame Veil | When enraged, her aura burned crimson, searing anything near her with infernal heat. |
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| Vampiric Heritage | |
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| Predatory Grace | Enhanced agility, reflexes, and speed far beyond mortals. She moves like flowing silk, silent and precise. |
| Blood Rejuvenation | Drinking even a drop of blood restored her vitality and accelerated regeneration. |
| Charm of the Crimson Gaze | Her eyes could enthrall mortals, bending weak wills to her command for a short time. |
| Night’s Embrace | In darkness, her physical strength doubled, and her senses sharpened to predatory precision. |
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| Divination Magic | |
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| Thread of Fate | Ariella could glimpse fragments of possible futures and redirect her choices to gain the most favorable outcome. |
| Mirror Sight | Using reflective surfaces, water, glass, or polished metal, she could scry distant events or eavesdrop on unseen places. |
| Omen Reading | By reading signs in the stars, weather, or blood, she could predict betrayal, opportunity, or death. |
| Echo of the Future | A short-lived temporal vision that allowed her to dodge fatal blows, and the reason she survived so long before her execution. |
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| Telekinesis | The power to move, manipulate, or otherwise interact with matter/energy without physical means. |
| Water Manipulation | The power to manipulate water. No matter the size, whether there is little or much. |
| Lightning Manipulation | The power to manipulate, call, and use lightning. |
| Darkness Manipulation | The power to manipulate any form of darkness. |
| Speech Manipulation | The user can manipulate the speech, changing what the target says, even if they did not intend to say that at all or speak for longer than they intended. They can mess up speech, making the target say nonsensical things, gibberish, speak in other languages, or render the target unable to speak. Along with this ability, they can do anything related to voice thanks to their Goddess. |
| Animal Shifting | Ariella can change into certain animals that are tied to her Seraphim. The ones she can turn into are "Blood Red Vampire Butterfly", Vulture Bee, Peahens (Female Peacock), Eurasian Collared-Dove, Siamese Fighting Fish, Firework Jellyfish, Arctic Wolf, and a Tarrasque. |
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gear
Ariella has a few Relics upon herself or able to be used whenever she can.
| The Mirror of Oaths | A relic that reflects not one’s face, but one’s truth. When held by Ariella, she can use it to force others to confront their hidden motives or guilt. In battle, it can trap spirits or redirect spells by reflecting their source essence. |
| The Lamenting Choker | The same choker she wore before she died, now blessed by her Goddess. Allows her to absorb ambient sound and release it as pure destructive energy. When it glows crimson, her next word is amplified a hundredfold in divine force. |
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⚠︎ WARNING ⚠︎
HER ABILITIES WILL CHANGE OR BE ADDED TO WHENEVER SHE GROWS IN STRENGTH AND/OR TRAINING.... I AM ALSO QUITE LAZY, SO HER ABILITIES AREN'T EVEN FULLY FINISHED.
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History.
Ariella Lawrence was born of a demon father and a vampire mother. From her mother, she inherited eternal allure and the charm that could still a heartbeat; from her father, the infernal fire that burned behind her eyes. Even as a child, her presence felt otherworldly and unnatural.All over the country of Rama, there were whispers about a woman whose beauty seemed to bend the world around her. When she walked through the marble streets of the capital, those whispers followed her like prayer. Her hair shimmered like moonlight on still water; her eyes burned with the quiet fire of a thousand secrets. Her voice, soft yet commanding, could make a room fall silent or start a war.When the King first laid eyes upon her during a summer gala, he forgot the courtiers, the music, and the crown upon his head. He saw only her, a vision of grace that seemed almost divine. In that moment, desire became decree. The King had to have her, and so, Ariella was brought to the royal palace as his consort, then his fiancée, and finally the woman every noble was commanded to adore. The kingdom sang songs of their love, of the rose among crowns and the King who found his muse.But behind the veil of silk and gold, Ariella began to see the truth. It was not the man she loved; it was the power that surrounded him. It was the way the courtiers bowed when she entered the room, the way her words could stir envy or fear, the way the crown glittered under torchlight, as if whispering her name.What she mistook for love had been hunger all along.Her charm deepened; her ambition sharpened. She spoke sweetly in the King’s ear, guiding his decrees, bending his will. Soon, she was more than his bride-to-be. She was his voice, his shadow, his undoing. The kingdom began to call her the Rose of the Throne, but those who served closest to the King saw something far darker bloom.The King's Court Mage, his Royal Advisor, and the Knight Commander, the three most trusted of the King’s circle, began to see through her. They saw the way her eyes lingered on the throne longer than on her lover. They saw the gleam of power rather than affection.Rumors grew: that she was a sorceress, an enchantress who had bewitched the King with unnatural charm. But Ariella’s beauty needed no spell. It was natural, pure, and dangerously real.Yet their fear outweighed their reason.One night, they came for her, armed not with reason but with fear. They cornered her in the King’s hall underneath the moonlight.“You’ve bewitched him,” the Mage hissed.“You’ve corrupted this court,” the Knight snarled.“You crave not his heart,” said the Advisor, “but his crown.”Ariella smiled, unafraid. “And if I do?”When she refused to yield, they struck. The Court Mage unleashed torrents of Water, flooding the chamber and washing away her defenses. The Knight Commander called forth Lightning, spears of light that split stone and burned her flesh. The Advisor, master of Shadow, cloaked her in darkness to strip her of sight and strength, and all the while, a crushing Telekinetic force held her in place, denying her escape.But Ariella was no helpless maiden.
The blood of demon and vampire flared to life with her fangs bared, her nails becoming blades, her aura shimmering with crimson power. She fought back with the fury of the damned, using her magic to foresee their strikes and twist their fates.Her movements were a dance of violence and grace; water evaporated at her touch, lightning bent around her, and shadows clawed at her, but could not silence her. Still, three against one proved too much. The storm of their combined elements tore through her body. As the final surge struck, she screamed, not in pain, but in rage.“You will remember this,” she vowed. “Even as you drown in your own sins.”And then, silence.Her body fell still, her eyes closing like fading embers. Ariella was dead, no longer breathing.｡ ｡ ｡ ｡From the void between worlds, a voice called to her, the Goddess of Speech and Chaos. The divine one who heard every silenced tongue, every word cut short. The goddess whispered:“They sought to silence your voice, but I will make it eternal.”And thus, Ariella was remade. Her eyes burned not with love or hunger, but with divine fury. The same elements that had killed her now knelt at her command: water bowed, lightning sang, shadow obeyed, and telekinesis moved at her whim.She returned to the palace as the Seraphim of Speech and Chaos, a divine being clothed in the body of a woman wronged. Her voice shattered the marble halls; her song drove men to their knees.The Court Mage drowned in his own conjured tide.The Advisor’s shadow devoured him whole.The Knight Commander was struck down by lightning that spelled her name across the heavens.And when she reached the throne room, the King trembled beneath her gaze. He whispered her name once more, Ariella, and she smiled.“No,” she said. “Empress.”Then she placed her hand upon his heart, and silence filled the world.
When dawn rose, Ariella sat upon the throne that had once belonged to him, serene, resplendent, and sovereign. Around her, the air shimmered with power. The Goddess’s voice lingered like a hymn in her mind:“Speak, my Seraph. Let the world know your reign.”And thus began the rule of Ariella Lawrence, the Empress Reborn, the Seraphim of Speech and Chaos.
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History.
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Relationships.
Those that Ariella has grown to 'like'. May it be friendship-wise or more.
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