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.the mundane;
» Name: Ash
» Journal: virgocat8
» Contact: the usual
» How did you find us?: Faith ^_~
.the myth;
» God(dess): Orphne
» Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orphne http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ascalaphus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acheron http://www.theoi.com/Khthonios/Lampades.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadomasochism
» Family: {mother & father} Unknown ; {children} Ascalaphus by Acheron
» Played By: Andi Muise
» Human Alias: Ophelia Bressal
» Human Age: 20
» God of...: Lampad (Underworld Nymph)
» Flair: Orphne is scar resistant, meaning that when she heals from any inflicted damage, it will heal completely with no scarring, distortion, disfigurement, or discoloration. This does not however protect her from damage itself.
» Flair Type: Continuous
» Fitting in: College student
» History: After the Titanomachy, Orphne along with the other Lampades were given to Hecate as gifts of thanks from Zeus for her aid in the war. Not much else is known about them except for they travel in Hecate’s retinue, and some say they are capable of causing madness in those who see their torches. (Note: Orphne’s divine status is supported by references referring to her as a Nymphae Avernales, which is the Latin title for Underworld nymphs, which there is only one listed branch that I could find: The Lampades.)
Orphne makes history as the only Lampade to ever be directly named and she figures in the Persephone/Hades mythos by being the mother of Ascalaphus (by Acheron), the guy who tattled on Persephone for eating the Pomegranate.
(None cannon history for character sake, cleared with Mun) Due to her great addiction to pain, Orphne became enamored of the River Acheron, the River of Pain. One day when her Mistress was occupied, Orphne wandered to the shores of Acheron, and giving in to her great desire, waded in to his depths. She found within those waters a pain she had never known, and thus achieved a pleasure as great as any lover could give. She was also given a gift that only a lover might give; she was pregnant, and bore a son Ascalaphus.
» Personality: Orphne is addicted to pain and she will go to great lengths to get what she joneses for. And because she’s an addict it’s not hard to get her to do what you want, so long as you’re willing to keep dishing out the pain. On top of that, she finds self-inflicted pain to be boring. Anticipation and anxiety are part of the build up and release of pain, so she can’t give herself a good solid fix. She is totally reliant on others to fulfill this need. Denial of her “fix” can result in withdrawl symptoms like increased anxiety, aggression, palsy, and even seizures.
Orphne wants to be controlled. And that in itself is a self explaining problem. If she deems someone worthy of her obedience, she’ll do just about anything they ask within certain limits. She can control herself just fine, but being left to her own devices, she feels, is a self-distructive path. She knows she has an addiction, and the only way she thinks that can be controlled is if someone else controls her. Especially since she knows she has no stopping point. She'll never turn down what she wants, and it could lead to her death now that she's mortal. So Orphne seeks out those who are willing to dish out a little hurt when she really wants it. She’s not afraid of voicing what she wants, or how she wants it. And she’s not afraid to push, bully, command or antagonize those who might otherwise be squeamish or reticent about hurting someone who likes it. One shouldn’t be surprised to find a wound up Orphne at some point shouting the words “Hit Me!” at some poor person some time. She is after all an addict, and will respond like one if her needs aren't tended to. What she truly desires is someone who can balance her out, and tell her she's had enough, and won't give in no matter what she does.
In essence, she assumes the role of a submissive, but she really isn't submissive at all. She is a fully capable woman who seeks order to her life. However, she understands that she has an ingrained problem that can't be cured. It can only be managed. And because of the nature of how this must be managed, she needs a stronger willed person (or people, she can share) to take the reigns. And so she affects the physical attitude of a submissive. Though she can walk perfectly well, she will show deference or obedience by kneeling on the ground. She shows affection, and offers her obedience by doing such things like clinging to legs and kissing feet. She also uses this behavior to manipulate others into doing what she wants (which will almost always have something to do with inflicting pain upon her). Those who show discomfort or distaste for her behavior can expect to be treated to her crawling (literally) into a their personal space without care for their comfort zone or wishes. Orphne is not afraid or ashamed of what she is, and will not let anyone get away with putting her down in any fashion.
» Sample Journal: {Voice]
Mortality..........
[A deep breath in, and let out on a slow, pleased sigh]
Such exquisite pain lies before me.
» Sample Roleplay:
“Again!”
Her voice bounced off the stone walls sharply. Even with the thick canopy of the four post bed, all the sounds echoed. The room was cool enough to bring goose bumps up on her exposed skin where her sweat began to evaporate. The blindfold made everything a blackness of anticipation, while the leather loops that held her wrists above her head pulled just this side of too tight. It was wonderful.
But the demanded response didn’t come.
“Again!”
Still nothing but breathing, heavy and quick from behind her.
“AGAIN!”
“But you’re bleeding!”
Orphne pulled against her bonds, now more of an inconvenience than a joy. She wanted to turn to the woman and shake her, but she couldn’t. Logically, it was for the best. It was safer if she had no control. She had to bend for her own good. But... But...
But damn it she needed it!
“Again,” She was suddenly begging softly. “Please, please, please, again.”
She fancied she could feel the splatter of her blood when the whip cracked across her bare back again. The sensation bowed her spine sharply and she let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yelp. Then she sagged in her restraints, letting the full weight of her body pull on the leather bindings, making the metal frame creak as it adjusted. Her thighs relaxed, spreading slightly to support her weight.
She felt the bed sag as it accepted the weight of another. Delicate, female hands touched her thigh, her shoulder. And then those hands trembled as their fingertips delicately tested the sides of the wounds on her back. Sweat made the wounds sting and Orphne drew in a shaking breath, that let out on a sigh. Those fingers were snatched away in a hurry.
Then suddenly there was weeping. Weeping? Weeping?! The woman with the whip was crying. What dominatrix cries at her own work? This really took the buzz off.
Orphne lifted her head toward the sound of tears. It was best to do these things hard and fast. Like ripping off a band-aid. “I think it’s time we saw other people.”
» Name: Ash
» Journal: virgocat8
» Contact: the usual
» How did you find us?: Faith ^_~
.the myth;
» God(dess): Orphne
» Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orphne http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ascalaphus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acheron http://www.theoi.com/Khthonios/Lampades.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadomasochism
» Family: {mother & father} Unknown ; {children} Ascalaphus by Acheron
» Played By: Andi Muise
» Human Alias: Ophelia Bressal
» Human Age: 20
» God of...: Lampad (Underworld Nymph)
» Flair: Orphne is scar resistant, meaning that when she heals from any inflicted damage, it will heal completely with no scarring, distortion, disfigurement, or discoloration. This does not however protect her from damage itself.
» Flair Type: Continuous
» Fitting in: College student
» History: After the Titanomachy, Orphne along with the other Lampades were given to Hecate as gifts of thanks from Zeus for her aid in the war. Not much else is known about them except for they travel in Hecate’s retinue, and some say they are capable of causing madness in those who see their torches. (Note: Orphne’s divine status is supported by references referring to her as a Nymphae Avernales, which is the Latin title for Underworld nymphs, which there is only one listed branch that I could find: The Lampades.)
Orphne makes history as the only Lampade to ever be directly named and she figures in the Persephone/Hades mythos by being the mother of Ascalaphus (by Acheron), the guy who tattled on Persephone for eating the Pomegranate.
(None cannon history for character sake, cleared with Mun) Due to her great addiction to pain, Orphne became enamored of the River Acheron, the River of Pain. One day when her Mistress was occupied, Orphne wandered to the shores of Acheron, and giving in to her great desire, waded in to his depths. She found within those waters a pain she had never known, and thus achieved a pleasure as great as any lover could give. She was also given a gift that only a lover might give; she was pregnant, and bore a son Ascalaphus.
» Personality: Orphne is addicted to pain and she will go to great lengths to get what she joneses for. And because she’s an addict it’s not hard to get her to do what you want, so long as you’re willing to keep dishing out the pain. On top of that, she finds self-inflicted pain to be boring. Anticipation and anxiety are part of the build up and release of pain, so she can’t give herself a good solid fix. She is totally reliant on others to fulfill this need. Denial of her “fix” can result in withdrawl symptoms like increased anxiety, aggression, palsy, and even seizures.
Orphne wants to be controlled. And that in itself is a self explaining problem. If she deems someone worthy of her obedience, she’ll do just about anything they ask within certain limits. She can control herself just fine, but being left to her own devices, she feels, is a self-distructive path. She knows she has an addiction, and the only way she thinks that can be controlled is if someone else controls her. Especially since she knows she has no stopping point. She'll never turn down what she wants, and it could lead to her death now that she's mortal. So Orphne seeks out those who are willing to dish out a little hurt when she really wants it. She’s not afraid of voicing what she wants, or how she wants it. And she’s not afraid to push, bully, command or antagonize those who might otherwise be squeamish or reticent about hurting someone who likes it. One shouldn’t be surprised to find a wound up Orphne at some point shouting the words “Hit Me!” at some poor person some time. She is after all an addict, and will respond like one if her needs aren't tended to. What she truly desires is someone who can balance her out, and tell her she's had enough, and won't give in no matter what she does.
In essence, she assumes the role of a submissive, but she really isn't submissive at all. She is a fully capable woman who seeks order to her life. However, she understands that she has an ingrained problem that can't be cured. It can only be managed. And because of the nature of how this must be managed, she needs a stronger willed person (or people, she can share) to take the reigns. And so she affects the physical attitude of a submissive. Though she can walk perfectly well, she will show deference or obedience by kneeling on the ground. She shows affection, and offers her obedience by doing such things like clinging to legs and kissing feet. She also uses this behavior to manipulate others into doing what she wants (which will almost always have something to do with inflicting pain upon her). Those who show discomfort or distaste for her behavior can expect to be treated to her crawling (literally) into a their personal space without care for their comfort zone or wishes. Orphne is not afraid or ashamed of what she is, and will not let anyone get away with putting her down in any fashion.
» Sample Journal: {Voice]
Mortality..........
[A deep breath in, and let out on a slow, pleased sigh]
Such exquisite pain lies before me.
» Sample Roleplay:
“Again!”
Her voice bounced off the stone walls sharply. Even with the thick canopy of the four post bed, all the sounds echoed. The room was cool enough to bring goose bumps up on her exposed skin where her sweat began to evaporate. The blindfold made everything a blackness of anticipation, while the leather loops that held her wrists above her head pulled just this side of too tight. It was wonderful.
But the demanded response didn’t come.
“Again!”
Still nothing but breathing, heavy and quick from behind her.
“AGAIN!”
“But you’re bleeding!”
Orphne pulled against her bonds, now more of an inconvenience than a joy. She wanted to turn to the woman and shake her, but she couldn’t. Logically, it was for the best. It was safer if she had no control. She had to bend for her own good. But... But...
But damn it she needed it!
“Again,” She was suddenly begging softly. “Please, please, please, again.”
She fancied she could feel the splatter of her blood when the whip cracked across her bare back again. The sensation bowed her spine sharply and she let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yelp. Then she sagged in her restraints, letting the full weight of her body pull on the leather bindings, making the metal frame creak as it adjusted. Her thighs relaxed, spreading slightly to support her weight.
She felt the bed sag as it accepted the weight of another. Delicate, female hands touched her thigh, her shoulder. And then those hands trembled as their fingertips delicately tested the sides of the wounds on her back. Sweat made the wounds sting and Orphne drew in a shaking breath, that let out on a sigh. Those fingers were snatched away in a hurry.
Then suddenly there was weeping. Weeping? Weeping?! The woman with the whip was crying. What dominatrix cries at her own work? This really took the buzz off.
Orphne lifted her head toward the sound of tears. It was best to do these things hard and fast. Like ripping off a band-aid. “I think it’s time we saw other people.”