Title: Angelique Delaquoix
Description: High Priestess of Miami
Description: High Priestess of Miami
Angelique Delaquoix - March 26, 2008 05:54 PM (GMT)
ABOUT YOU
Name: Chris
Age: 27
Contact Info: pm, MSN or messages written in chocolate
How you found us: I was actually looking for discount toasters
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Angelique Brigitte Delaquoix
Nicknames: Mama Death, Dark Queen - any use of these names in her presence are ill advised.
Character age: 230
Birthdate: 1778
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined?: Vodoun High Priestess, Mambo, Bokor.
Strengths: Angelique's main strengths come from her magicks, possessing all the healing gifts of being oungan to the destrective powers of bokor.
Angelique is immune to disease and highly resistant to most poisons. While her body is as frail as any other human she is able to survive physical traumas that would most likely kill anyone else.
She also has huge influence of the vodoun community. Her words are treated as gospel by her followers. This is encouraged by her supreme confidence in her abilities and wisdom gained through experience. She is unflinching in her beliefs and will stop at nothing to accomplish her ambitions.
Weaknesses: While able to survive serious injury, Angelique's body has no natural healing capabilities of its own. She is prone to being lead by her emotions which can prove dangerous to both her self and those around her.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Brown, long
Eye colour: Liquid brown but will turn completely turn black when manipulating magicks.
Portrayal: Alicia Keys
Physical description: Angelique has a slim athletic build standing at 5'8". She moves with the liquid grace of a dancer and the poise of a fencer ready to strike at any moment. She takes great pride in her liquid brown eyes, framed with long curling eyelashes which she uses to their full potential when scouring Miami's clubs for male company.
She wears very little make-up and enjoys simple attire such as jeans and a colourful top finished off with her favourite cream leather jacket which is the perfect accompaniment to her rich mocha skin. Although her dress sense is simple, no assemble is complete without her customary Haitian jewellery.
She has a soft sing song voice filled from her Haitian roots that she has never attempted to rid herself off as she is fiercely proud of her heritage. The angrier she gets the lower the tone of her voice becomes until the air literally vibrates with its power. Her voice is also known to change when she embodies the spirits, taking on the personality of the Lwa within her.
She has a solitary scar just below her navel where she was run through with a saber. Across her smooth back you will find an intricate tattoo depicting the symbols of the Lwa spirits. These tattoos have the strange habit of rearranging themselves.
Likes:
Since her childhood Angelique has had an almost homicidal aversion to authority figures. Any attempts to subjugate her freedom or that of her friends are meet with extreme prejudice.
Despite her dangerous nature Angelique displays tender motherly care for her followers and those that come to her for help. Angelique is at her calmest when working in her kitchen or sitting on the bench chair located on her porch watching sunsets with an old acquaintance.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: None
Children: None
History: Born into slavery, Angelique was raised amongst the cotton fields of Hispaniola. Her parents had not survived the long journey from their homelands in Africa, leaving her orphaned in a foreign land. An elderly couple took pity on the young child, taking her in and raising her as there own.
Through years of hardship in the fields under the fear of the slave masters cracking whip, one of Angelique’s only true pleasures in life were her evening lessons. Here she was taught about the Lwa and the ways in which they could be contacted. She learnt of the healing magic’s, the creation of charms and offerings to the spirits that would bring fortune and prosperity to their followers.
But it was during the day when she secretly visited the Wise Man that she began to learn of the other sides of vodoun. She first learnt of the Wise Man through rumours running about the fields, but when she had asked her parents about him they had warned her to stay away. This had only proven to encourage her fascination with the stories surrounding the strange old man that the people both respected and feared.
It was during the first revolution, when a family of runaway slaves came to her adopted parents for assistance that Angelique’s true power was shown to her people. A vodou ceremony was performed begging Bondye to come to their aid and free them from oppression. Unbeknownst to them, a traitor within their mists betrayed them to their former masters and search parties were released to recapture the slaves.
When the trackers finally caught up to them, Angelique’s parents had been the first to die. Although high priests, Angelique’s adoptive family had been oungan and thus limited in how far they could help themselves and their people. Angelique had taken her studies in a different direction. She had learned from both her parents and Wise Man. Angelique had become Bokor, magician, a sorcerer who worked with the left hand. All those that had been responsible for her parent’s death from traitor to slave master had died at her hands.
It was years later with the revolution at its peak and the slaves close to defeat at the hands of the French that Angelique found herself dying surrounded by her loyal followers. Her last words before dying was a prayer to the Gods that her people would finally have their freedom. It was that same night that the Wise Man found her and taught her his final lesson before disappearing into legend. Angelique returned from death and was worshiped as a messiah by those that had been there before helping to lead her country to independence.
Many years after Angelique’s return, technology had made the world a far small place. She became known on the island as the Old Hag. A recluse that remained hidden within her Gingerbread mansion tucked away high in the mountains overlooking Port-au-Prince. The rumors told of a powerful old vodoun priestess that had survived the years since the trades. Most believed she was merely a descendant of the family that was known to have taken part in the revolutions that had eventually freed the island.
It was during the early nineties that a historian began documenting the islands history. When he stumbled upon the stories pertaining to the Old Hag he became intrigued. Rather than face questions that could jeopardise her existence Angelique choose to leave the island for pastures new.
Writing Sample: Bustling deep within one of numerous hardwood cupboards that lined the walls to the clustered kitchen, Angelique pulled out a number of cotton bags and jars, dumping each unceremoniously upon the large table at the centre of the darkly lit room. The fireplace crackling quietly in the corner was the only source of light in the windowless room.
Opening a dusty jar with a sharp twist of the wrist Angelique sniffed experimentally at its contents, nodding her head in satisfaction. Reaching for an old marble mortar and pestle she poured out the black coal like contents of the jar and began to grind the substance into a fine powder. “What you ask of me isn’t easy.” Frowned Angelique not taking her eyes away from her work as the man standing to one side reached for the cast iron poker and began tending to the fire.
“If it was I wouldn’t be here.” Came the reply as the fire breathed into vibrant life once more. “So can you do it?”
“Of course I can.” Angelique laughed as she reached for one of the small bags, adding a small pinch of its contents to the mortar. “I have all the base ingredients here, but the key, now that is something I’ll need from you.” She said handing over a small piece of paper that had been folded away in her jean pocket.
Unfolding the slip of paper, the gentlemen scanned the neat writing shaking his head in annoyance as he tucked the note into his jacket pocket. “Usually you deal with this side of things.”
“Consider this my payment.” She said in her sing song voice as she placed the pestle back down on the table. “Just make sure you have his heart to me within a moons rotation of its last beat or it will be worthless.” Picking up the mortar Angelique breathed in deeply the scent of the new powdered mixture. She began slowly rocking back on her heels as if to start some chant before lurching forward and releasing a squeaky high-pitched sneeze.
“Bless you.” Gabriel laughed as he watched the High Priestess of Miami rubbing at her cute button nose with the back of her hand.
“Why thank you.” Angelique grinned back with a girlish smile and ancient bottomless eyes.
And the rest:
Anything else? Nope
Did you read the rules? ADMIN EDIT
Name: Chris
Age: 27
Contact Info: pm, MSN or messages written in chocolate
How you found us: I was actually looking for discount toasters
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Angelique Brigitte Delaquoix
Nicknames: Mama Death, Dark Queen - any use of these names in her presence are ill advised.
Character age: 230
Birthdate: 1778
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined?: Vodoun High Priestess, Mambo, Bokor.
Strengths: Angelique's main strengths come from her magicks, possessing all the healing gifts of being oungan to the destrective powers of bokor.
Angelique is immune to disease and highly resistant to most poisons. While her body is as frail as any other human she is able to survive physical traumas that would most likely kill anyone else.
She also has huge influence of the vodoun community. Her words are treated as gospel by her followers. This is encouraged by her supreme confidence in her abilities and wisdom gained through experience. She is unflinching in her beliefs and will stop at nothing to accomplish her ambitions.
Weaknesses: While able to survive serious injury, Angelique's body has no natural healing capabilities of its own. She is prone to being lead by her emotions which can prove dangerous to both her self and those around her.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Brown, long
Eye colour: Liquid brown but will turn completely turn black when manipulating magicks.
Portrayal: Alicia Keys
Physical description: Angelique has a slim athletic build standing at 5'8". She moves with the liquid grace of a dancer and the poise of a fencer ready to strike at any moment. She takes great pride in her liquid brown eyes, framed with long curling eyelashes which she uses to their full potential when scouring Miami's clubs for male company.
She wears very little make-up and enjoys simple attire such as jeans and a colourful top finished off with her favourite cream leather jacket which is the perfect accompaniment to her rich mocha skin. Although her dress sense is simple, no assemble is complete without her customary Haitian jewellery.
She has a soft sing song voice filled from her Haitian roots that she has never attempted to rid herself off as she is fiercely proud of her heritage. The angrier she gets the lower the tone of her voice becomes until the air literally vibrates with its power. Her voice is also known to change when she embodies the spirits, taking on the personality of the Lwa within her.
She has a solitary scar just below her navel where she was run through with a saber. Across her smooth back you will find an intricate tattoo depicting the symbols of the Lwa spirits. These tattoos have the strange habit of rearranging themselves.
Likes:
- To be obeyed without questioned
- Loves thunderstorms
- Music with a beat or filled with emotion
- The hours of twilight
- Vampires below the age of 100
- Non believers
- Those (especially Animators) that do not respect Vodoun in all its forms
- Children
- Betrayal
- Killing without question
Since her childhood Angelique has had an almost homicidal aversion to authority figures. Any attempts to subjugate her freedom or that of her friends are meet with extreme prejudice.
Despite her dangerous nature Angelique displays tender motherly care for her followers and those that come to her for help. Angelique is at her calmest when working in her kitchen or sitting on the bench chair located on her porch watching sunsets with an old acquaintance.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: None
Children: None
History: Born into slavery, Angelique was raised amongst the cotton fields of Hispaniola. Her parents had not survived the long journey from their homelands in Africa, leaving her orphaned in a foreign land. An elderly couple took pity on the young child, taking her in and raising her as there own.
Through years of hardship in the fields under the fear of the slave masters cracking whip, one of Angelique’s only true pleasures in life were her evening lessons. Here she was taught about the Lwa and the ways in which they could be contacted. She learnt of the healing magic’s, the creation of charms and offerings to the spirits that would bring fortune and prosperity to their followers.
But it was during the day when she secretly visited the Wise Man that she began to learn of the other sides of vodoun. She first learnt of the Wise Man through rumours running about the fields, but when she had asked her parents about him they had warned her to stay away. This had only proven to encourage her fascination with the stories surrounding the strange old man that the people both respected and feared.
It was during the first revolution, when a family of runaway slaves came to her adopted parents for assistance that Angelique’s true power was shown to her people. A vodou ceremony was performed begging Bondye to come to their aid and free them from oppression. Unbeknownst to them, a traitor within their mists betrayed them to their former masters and search parties were released to recapture the slaves.
When the trackers finally caught up to them, Angelique’s parents had been the first to die. Although high priests, Angelique’s adoptive family had been oungan and thus limited in how far they could help themselves and their people. Angelique had taken her studies in a different direction. She had learned from both her parents and Wise Man. Angelique had become Bokor, magician, a sorcerer who worked with the left hand. All those that had been responsible for her parent’s death from traitor to slave master had died at her hands.
It was years later with the revolution at its peak and the slaves close to defeat at the hands of the French that Angelique found herself dying surrounded by her loyal followers. Her last words before dying was a prayer to the Gods that her people would finally have their freedom. It was that same night that the Wise Man found her and taught her his final lesson before disappearing into legend. Angelique returned from death and was worshiped as a messiah by those that had been there before helping to lead her country to independence.
Many years after Angelique’s return, technology had made the world a far small place. She became known on the island as the Old Hag. A recluse that remained hidden within her Gingerbread mansion tucked away high in the mountains overlooking Port-au-Prince. The rumors told of a powerful old vodoun priestess that had survived the years since the trades. Most believed she was merely a descendant of the family that was known to have taken part in the revolutions that had eventually freed the island.
It was during the early nineties that a historian began documenting the islands history. When he stumbled upon the stories pertaining to the Old Hag he became intrigued. Rather than face questions that could jeopardise her existence Angelique choose to leave the island for pastures new.
Writing Sample: Bustling deep within one of numerous hardwood cupboards that lined the walls to the clustered kitchen, Angelique pulled out a number of cotton bags and jars, dumping each unceremoniously upon the large table at the centre of the darkly lit room. The fireplace crackling quietly in the corner was the only source of light in the windowless room.
Opening a dusty jar with a sharp twist of the wrist Angelique sniffed experimentally at its contents, nodding her head in satisfaction. Reaching for an old marble mortar and pestle she poured out the black coal like contents of the jar and began to grind the substance into a fine powder. “What you ask of me isn’t easy.” Frowned Angelique not taking her eyes away from her work as the man standing to one side reached for the cast iron poker and began tending to the fire.
“If it was I wouldn’t be here.” Came the reply as the fire breathed into vibrant life once more. “So can you do it?”
“Of course I can.” Angelique laughed as she reached for one of the small bags, adding a small pinch of its contents to the mortar. “I have all the base ingredients here, but the key, now that is something I’ll need from you.” She said handing over a small piece of paper that had been folded away in her jean pocket.
Unfolding the slip of paper, the gentlemen scanned the neat writing shaking his head in annoyance as he tucked the note into his jacket pocket. “Usually you deal with this side of things.”
“Consider this my payment.” She said in her sing song voice as she placed the pestle back down on the table. “Just make sure you have his heart to me within a moons rotation of its last beat or it will be worthless.” Picking up the mortar Angelique breathed in deeply the scent of the new powdered mixture. She began slowly rocking back on her heels as if to start some chant before lurching forward and releasing a squeaky high-pitched sneeze.
“Bless you.” Gabriel laughed as he watched the High Priestess of Miami rubbing at her cute button nose with the back of her hand.
“Why thank you.” Angelique grinned back with a girlish smile and ancient bottomless eyes.
And the rest:
Anything else? Nope
Did you read the rules? ADMIN EDIT
Abby Ross - April 17, 2008 10:45 PM (GMT)
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