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Aesthetique Harlequin
THE QUEEN HARLEQUIN

[ ♛ Queen | Escort | Thief | Addict
Single | Dysfunctional | Harlequin Demoness ]

CHECK YOURSELF . . . .

I. This is a W.I.P. Questions? Ask. I'm pretty friendly.
II. Genre doesn't matter. What matters is if it's a para or greater with good quality.
III. Something outside of here? Sure. Earn it.
IV. IC ≠OOC. Don't get it twisted, or I'll ignore you. I am IC unless I speak in brackets. ( like this )
V. I prefer long-term rps
VI. OOC Drama on RPC? Fuck off.
VII. Code: Mine. Don't touch.
VIII.WARNING: My character is chaotic neutral/evil. She's going to brush you the wrong way, get on your nerves, offend and at some point - probably try to eat you. Don't like it? Don't interact with her. Approach with caution. I'm not responsible for any injuries inflicted upon your character, since this warning is well.. right here and obvious.

THE BROKEN ROAD. . . .

Orphaned upon birth, Aesthetique was but a ghoulish creation of wanton lusts and toils ― a casualty of rape. Within moments of her first cries, the sweetling was cast aside, to be banished from the aristocratic empire alongside derelicts and vagrants. It was by sheer chance (or perhaps utter cruelty) alone that among the exiles was a woman whose heart could not betray her to leave the newborn infant to die when she discovered her wrapped in a bag and tossed within a dumpster; discarded like common trash. And so she took her beneath her wings, shielding the child for the short duration of her own life.

Life in the beginning wasn't easy, and she never knew when she'd find her next meal or where she'd sleep at night. By the age of five she'd already been in and out of plenty of foster homes, but was constantly tossed back due to being a "bad seed." She had a violent temper and klepto tendencies as well as a sadistic streak that often turned spouses against each other. An escape artist, she had honed her abilities by the age of nine and was soon quite street savvy due to having run away from foster homes. In her travels in the city she made friends with the homeless and with a sassy tongue and smart mouth, she brushed others the wrong way. It wasn't long before she was was noticed by a certain gang known as the South Side Guerillas due to it, and after challenging them to take her on she was initiated. There were steps to becoming official, but none thought that the ten year old would make it past the first step, which was getting jumped by four members. By the end of it, she was a mess with cracked ribs, split lip and sprained wrist, but when the group moved to leave, they were surprised to find that her sassy mouth was calling them out for walking away. Despite how broken her body was, the little girl had fight and spunk to her which gained their respect. It wasn't long before S.S.G took her beneath their wing, and when she lacked a name to give them upon asking who she was, they dubbed her "Queen", for the mere way she held herself and acted.

Being part of a gang at such a young age exposed her to the cruelties in city life far earlier than most should. But the city was a cruel place and they taught her that only the strong survived because they had their will, their word and their crew. She's watched teens die before her eyes during the fights upon the streets, discovered gang members that were morbidly tortured and curbstomped. For her second initiation she was made to capture an enemy member before she carved her insignia upon his flesh and sent him back to his crew. For days she tortured that male, to the point that by the time he got back to her after spreading her leader's message, she felt no guilt in putting a blade up into his lung and heart. They warped her, molded her and carved her into the ways of the streets. Blood upon her hands at the age of ten, she worked hard to earn her stripes and keep up with the big dogs, whether it meant running drugs, being a messenger girl or having to take on older males and standing her ground in a fight. Much to the surprise of others, Queen proved to be a vicious street fighter, due to the fact that she implimented dancing into her style itself, as well as parkour. It made her agile, where they were larger and her ability to adapt on a dime, made her an opponent not to be trifled with.

By the age of fifteen she rose through the ranks of S.S.G in the city to start her own crew known as the B.L.X. The Black Legion of Exiles, which originally was a sub-division of S.S.G. It was a ragtag group of homeless thieves and thugs and a squad of street dancers and hardstyle dancers that competed. Like wraiths they scoured the city and little by little, they began to take over certain bureaus and corners. By the time she was nineteen she'd taken over the main part of the city that was most coveted, a place known as the Underground and her gang was swiftly rising to outnumber its sire: S.S.G the founders and owners of a club known as Instinct. Getting Instinct meant that sides would have to be chosen and after a violent outbreak in the club one night, it was B.L.X that was found triumphant when the head leader of S.S.G : Punk, had his throat slit before Queen shoved him over a balcony railing upon the floor. Nineteen, she'd made her mark and gotten what she desired: Control over the Underground's Instinct, though even as S.S.G finally took their leave, she was still quite aware that she'd have other opponents to take on.

With her rule of the south eastern corners of the city solidified, she had more time to herself. And it was that which got her into more horrible things in the city. Things like drugs that her group started running, weaponry as well as illegal fighting rings. Anything for a rush, there were street racers and with certain crew members working at the hospitals, they had more than their share of narcotics to choose from. Queen no longer really had many enemies, thanks to B.L.X, and even the police took to notice the three diamonds and what came to be known as her calling card: The Joker card that was left at the scenes of murders, tagged on walls and carved into the chests of gang members that dared trespass or cross her crew. But as high as she'd rose, nothing could prepare her for what happened the night she met The Man with ruby red eyes. Psychotique Harlequin.

After having followed the man with ruby eyes out of the club and into the night, she found her life soon forfeit, but when she awoke she was no longer human. She was a Harlette, a young harlequin that would be used to reap and seek out souls. Still getting used to what she was,however, her hunger and ambitions soon caused her to do something she knew not to be forbidden. Having seen a beautiful blonde, Aesthetique felt greed within her heart and wanted to make the woman her own and she did, though things didn't end up quite like she had hoped. Having never been truly taught how to make another Harlequin, her first attempt to make a Harlette didn't go well and it was much to her sire's surprise that he found out that she'd attempted to make her own Harlette. She'd done the unthinkable. She was and is the only Harlette to have ever made her own Harlette - the Harlette she made having become known as Manique. With Manique now her own Harlette, Aesthetique finally had what she had desired - a friend and companion in this new and strange world and would often be found doting upon the woman and teaching her, much like a mother would teach her child.


The times have changed and with them, Psychotique her sire left. But he did not leave the Harlette without purpose. Aesthetique became a Harlequin, his legacy living on within the Queen Harlequin as she wanders the world continuing to collect souls. She is no longer alone though. With Manique, Oblique and Achromatique at her side, the legacy of Harlequins is sure to continue. But they have a new home now - Cirque du Soul.... and it's coming to a place near you...

HER CORRUPTED MIND . . . .

Have you ever seen sin itself? To know what sin itself is, one only needs to lay eyes upon this Harlequin. Every sinful thing you can think of, every sin known to man is harbored within her. But what is sin like? Let me tell you. What is known of the woman is simply that she always appears to be calm and collected at all times, calm even when others spit insults at her. But this queen of the masquerade is much like a Venetian mask wearer.. Beautiful but hidden behind the glorious mask is something deadly. One would never know it though, due to the act that she is a silent threat - her tongue rarely moving to grace the world with a voice with a voice naturally blessed in hushed and sultry tones and a tongue bearing eloquence. she is a lovely face to look at, and yet so plain at the same time. But she makes her thoughts known with but the most simple of glances. Above all things, you can see by the glint in her eye - her thoughts on weakness. Weakness itself is shunned, found to be disgusting and repulsive to the eyes of the dame and so there's only one thing left to do - snuff it out. She bears a vicious adoration for disruption, an inhuman craving for the chaos that draws her to battlefields where obsidian lips salivate in pure want of the crimson spill upon her tongue. She hungers for domination of others - a hellioness tugging at her chains with mouth frothing and teeth gnashing - bearing a selfish and greedy demeanor where she desires chaos and the domination of all that oppose her. only when her snout is buried in mischief is the dame ever even subtly pleased, for anarchy itself seems to be her middle name. She bears no moral compass, and yet she isn't a creature of pure madness. And that's what is so terrifying about her.

A black beauty of the night, she is easily seen to be eloquent when she cares to speak and chillingly intelligent with the way she processes things logically while being a bringer of chaos. She can take the most complex of things and break them down so they're quite simple and easy to overcome. No obstacle is too hard for the woman. She's a woman of masks though, and in these she becomes the belle of the ball, working her webs of manipulation and destruction and binding those strings thick until it's at last too late for on's hopes of escape. When one gazes upon her, they see but a gloriously twisted and beautiful temptress, but nothing is as it seems. Despite the beauty she has, she still has a way of sending an eerie chill up one's spine with but a glance of her eyes. Where fear isn't, she draws it out by studying, analyzing and manipulating in a Machiavellian fashion using only the things she's captured through observation. Pray that you never become a subject of her fascinations for it's a deadly affair to be part of her experiments that she pulls on others. The most simple of conversations that she sits and listens to is always a way o figure out what makes one tick and how to make them crumble - despite how pleasant and lovely such a conversation might be. Believe me - she'll use every last bit of information she draws from you, if you give her even the slightest chance.

She moves others as her personal marionettes in this twisted game we call life while bearing but a charming smile upon her lips and the alluring glimmer in her eye of but a temptress. She's not kind enough to be merciful. No, mind games are far too delicious and she can't help herself when it comes to them. Mind games mean a feast that is to come later - the battle, the chaos, the strife, the disorder, the rush and drugs are all a delicious addiction she adores being exposed to. She's an odd, brilliant woman, but there's a cold techie and detached air about her as well.

She appears to be very detached and most of the time she truly is. She knows she is not normal and denounces those that are while walking as a queen should. Yet despite these things, she does possess emotions. However, she makes the purposeful decision to suppress them because she believes that emotions obstruct the ability to reason logically, which is the skill she needs to solve issues as well as pick others apart. She plays her games and partakes in her drugs to relieve boredom which is a severe problem for someone of her intelligence to face and one she has been battling since most likely early childhood. She has also developed a capacity to ignore emotions, forming this thick seemingly impenetrable wall due to betrayal that happened early on in her life. And this is another deadly factor for the woman as when it comes to who she will and won't kill; there truly are none that she'd ever hesitate to snare the life of.

Ruthless. She'd take the life of her own brother, if he were wounded, without batting a lash. She kills for the thrill, much like an adrenaline junkie and to assert her dominance over the minds and hearts of others. She has an inability to empathize, despite her facades, a disregard for authority that comes from being stubborn. She's slightly narcissistic and it tends to come from the fact that she bears intelligence, looks and power. Just because you walk alongside of her doesn't mean that she cares about you, let alone needs you. She needs nobody. When she looks at you, you're not just being looked at, but analyzed like an insect beneath her finger before it crawls off. Perceptive to things, she can often predict the behavior of others rather easily as well. The most horrible thing about the woman yet is this: She was always a charismatic and fine woman - right until the moment she snapped your neck. Why?

She can't help herself. It's what she does.

Domination. The rush of killing, lying and stealing. The pleasure of taking whatever she pleases. She has no bounds and her reach limitless.

As far as she is concerned: The world is hers and there's nothing you can to do stop her.



ABILITIES

Shapeshifting Queen can change her appearances and form from minor details like making herself look more aesthetic in the face, or even turning into a rabbit, a werewolf, a large bird, a hellhound etc. Why she doesn't just use this to hide the mangled parts of her face is unknown - some have ideas about it though.

Illusions - the monster is a master of illusions. Bothering the senses such as sight, sound, taste, scent and touch.

partial invisibility - only those she's torturing can see them. Mind over matter, is the only way they can see through the monsters

Telepathy - If the monster is close to you, they can read your mind. Finding your fear as well as your vices and exploiting it.

Regeneration - not invisible. Susceptible to the laws of nature. Regenerates after attacked or harmed.

Brainwashing. - controls the minds of those in certain areas. Anywhere they go, they know no better than what she tells them to think.

Soul Absorption - You read it right. She's a soul harvester and with each soul she gains, she can use and manipulate it to her own advantage - whether that means helping her 'level up' or helping her heal or simply satiating her appetite - she needs, wants, and preys upon souls. It is said that if she devours enough souls that she can transform into something completely different, though it is currently only a rumor.

WANTED
~ People to make deals with. Cost: Their souls. ~
~ People to turn into Harlettes. ~
~ Souls to steal and eat. ~
~ RP Plots. I love storyline! ~
~ Enemies & Friends for Aesthetique. Maybe even some partners in crime.~
~ Aesthetique still sells drugs and sex. Girl's got a fix to tend. ~