sonder spring 1711
Machiavellian
God-Complexed
Sadistic
Cunning
Regal
born
Spring
age
5 years old
gender
Female
nationality
Outlander
allegiance
guild
Thieves' Guild
profession
Crime Boss / Cult Queen
home
Fae Forest
Appearance

Shining like gunmetal, cold and unsure...

Beware foul, careless travelers - for there lies a serpent in the tall grass. Angitia Sov is a Renaissance belle, comprised of monochromatic fur that scales the entirety of her form. She is what all others lack, a beauty unattainable by cheap means or common envy - men fond over her and the women who don't join them are often the ones to grow bitter over her. Even as Rionnach's lowly Outlander, it's starkly evident that Angitia is born from more, her slow gait reminiscent to that of a black anaconda. Her features are comprised of high cheekbones and waved fur texture, though none can compare to the allure of gilded coins upon her eyes.

They are a world of Tuscan suns gifted to the gorgon-like woman, Medusa's prize to her as shudders pale along the spines of those who meet their sharp, angular stare. Her voice is rich with the Greek lilt, spoken in smoked honey tones and aged-wine hoariness - feminine with a long drawl at the seducing ends.

Design Notes

- It should be noted that Angitia does not blink frequently, often drifting her glance to and from. She's widely inspired by the uncanny valley ('things attempting to appear as something its not/the border between real and an imposter or mimic') and will be played as such - viewers discretion is advised c:

fur palette
Smoke
eye colour
Yellow
size
Extra Large
scent
Honey, Dried Figs, and Spiced Olives
Personality

Mmm... Man Blood...

God is beautiful, in all her strife and anger. She is never cruel, despite the lobbed heads and carved tongues - never violent, despite the vexing hiss of her words. To all men and women who seek the audience of Angitia, its a perplexing sight to see that the woman rarely frowns nor sneers - a soft, motherly smile upon stygian lips. At first glances, for the mice, it's a comfort but, look a little deeper and realize that something is quite obviously wrong with this picture. The monochromatic criminal carries herself with dark elegance and the manners of a noblewoman, penning others with soft honorifics; Sweetheart, Dear, Darling, Honey.

All fallacies, a means to an end for her carnal desire of adoration and obedience that she believes to be her birthright.

alignment
Chaotic Evil
likes
dislikes
attracted to
All
supporting
Undecided
History
parents
Constantine & Dirce Sov
siblings
Alexios, Ravenna
children
Theros, Kephalnos, Skolas, Sollux
extended
Sargon Sov (Dead, Nephew)

Xerxes (Dead, Ex-Husband)

Aemon (Dead, Ex-Husband)

Damacles (Dead, Ex-Husband)

Records

Favor

Injuries

Achievements