Dawn of Deceit

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  Speak my friend
  You look surprised
  I thought you knew
  I'd come disguised
  On angel wings...in white
  I can make
  Your dreams come true
  What a couple...
  Me and you
  On journey through the night
  
  I will show you everything so vividly
  You can't deny me

• Vital Stats

  Nicknames: Dawn, Miss Darke
  Race: Fallen Angel (Seraph)
  Alignment: 'Neutral' (Neutral Evil)
  Age: NA
  Body Type: Statuesque, curvy
  Height: 6'7"
  Weight: 280 lb.
  Complexion: Dark and tainted silver
  Hair: Vibrant purple
  Eyes: Golden pupils, stormy iris/white
  Handedness: Ambidexterous
  Voice Reference: Crucia
  Scars: None
  Personality: Sweetly Manipulative
  Mannerisms: Extremely physical and teasing with those she's friendly with. Otherwise very ladylike.
  Likes: Blood, pain, screaming, tea, flowers, kittens, 'kittens', blades, respect, being feared
  Dislikes: Disrespect, crudeness, boredom, mango
  Health: Perfect

• Description

  Vivid gold pupils are surrounded by stormy irises, all set within soft silver flesh. Her dark lips are curved into a darker smile, and a fingertip taps idly at a cheek as she surveys her domain. Tall and voluptuous, every curve is enhanced by varying outfits of silk and satin. The dual pairs of wings, however, are what make her even more imposing. One set is massive, feathered in a darkly iridescent black, while the miniature pair is an ever animated hint of her moods.
  
  She rarely appears as anything other than the dark-winged Fallen. Her 'ears' are a smaller pair of raven-feathered wings, and are often dotted with jewelry. Her hearing may not be quite as good as it would otherwise be, but she gets along without a problem.
  
  The larger set of wings are heavy, and are no longer bound up loosely with decorative chains. Such a change seems to have delighted her, though...something else is different.
  
  It might be noted that the wings help add some bulk, and make her more solid and formidable than she already is.

• Biography

  Reworking. Dawn has regained her memories.
  
  
  Dawn does not remember her life before the Fall anymore. Those memories were traded away for greater power many years ago.
  Suffice to say, however, that Dawn was instrumental in the Fall of many a doubting Angel. Her habits of crooning soft lies into others' ears is hardly a new one.
  
  Her first memory is falling through the atmosphere, on fire, little more than a shooting star laced with agony.
  
  When she fell, the white feathers were singed black, pale skin likewise darkened to a tainted silver, and those once blue eyes shifted; they became dark and stormy, the only relief being the glowing golden pupils. Her hair, she maintains, is her natural color (it's not, she was blonde), a vibrant purple that holds a few glimmers of both lighter and darker hues when the light strikes it right.
  
  She spent her earliest years in servitude as she recovered, slowly regaining her strength, and her abilities. All too soon, her 'owners' were turning up in the pens as slaves themselves. Most were willing. Some were completely broken.
  
  She spent two years deceiving the free and twisting them into servitude. Then Siseroe, her lover at the time, purchased her freedom. Dawn became a slaver in earnest and was a well-known slave breaker and trainer. ...those that defaulted on their payments, however, ran the risk of becoming her newest pet projects. She made her fortune on the earth in that way and eventually retired to deal with politics in the Pit. It may be inferred by some that she has ties with the powers that be. Dawn will neither confirm nor deny the allegations. When questioned by those who aren't already in the know, she makes comments about vacationing in various exotic lands.
  
  Her life has taken on a very decided goal; retrieve her memories at all costs. It is unlikely that she will accept any new servants at this time.