The Shadow Realm
Leader of The Shadow Realm
Accepted!
Statistics
Name: Catherine Irma Larendon
Alias: Irma Grace Beauregard, Little Light, Demon Eye
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Nationality: American (Louisianan)
Species: Human
Faction: Vampiric Council
Physical Characteristics
Hair Style: Varies though she typically wears it in a tight bun at her neck in the back, her bangs long and allowed to hang freely in the front.
Her hair is layered shorter in the front and longer in the back. Her bangs are cut at her jawline and the longest part of her hair reaches the bottom of her upper back. She has thick, smooth, and straight hair.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Left eye blue, right eye a dull yellow shade but gets brighter the more control Botis gains.
Skin Color: Caucasian. She maintains a healthy skin tone though it is evident that she doesn’t spend much time in the sun.
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 120 lbs
Scars: She has restraint marks around her ankles, wrists, and neck along with fracture marks around her right eye.
Tattoos: None
Body Type: Athletic though not incredibly toned, she has long legs and a short torso with an hourglass figure and average sized breasts.
Clothing: Relatively reserved. She’d rather go unnoticed so doesn’t wear anything too revealing or extravagant. She prefers to keep her scars covered so she typically only wears clothing that covers her neck, wrists, and of course ankles.
She tends to always wear something that hides her face at least slightly, whether it be a hat and stylish veil, dark glasses, or an eyepatch.
She wears minimal jewelry, only wearing the silver cross that her mentor gave her and the only thing she has left of her family, a ring that was her mother’s.
Personal Information
Likes
- The Smell of pencil shavings
Lemons
Rhythmic tapping (like a clock)
Ducks
Dislikes
- Grease (Or anything with a similar consistency)
Downpours
Tobacco
Wool
Goals
- Finding the man with the silver tooth.
Finding a way to expel Botis from her eye.
Your Deepest Fear
- Botis someday tiring of their deal and taking full control.
Personality
Irma could be considered shy. She prefers that others not get close enough to really know her but at the same time she has a need to get close enough to really know others and because of this she can be seen as inquisitive. If she does open up and tell someone about her eye and what happened to her it is either on a quid pro quo basis or it is because she has come to trust them enough that she thinks they should know.
While she does often come off as curious, she isn’t overly enthusiastic about it and retains a casual and almost indifferent air while at the same time still appearing interested.
She is generally level headed and can stay calm in the face of a storm but certain things can trigger memories that can catch her off guard and when possible she tries to avoid them.
When her memories are triggered she loses her calm and can appear rather skittish and during more severe episodes, fearful to the point of hallucinations and violence. Her more extreme moments are usually caused by Botis allowing her fear to be fed by his own interference.
Extras
Voice Claim – Lucy Elkins, The Knick
Her Priest - Father Alonso de Caceres
Her Mentor - Estevan de Sevilla
An example of her style
The necklace her mentor gave her
Her mother's ring
Strengths
Her biggest strength is probably her right eye. When she allows Botis to have more control, she can see the true nature of creatures that would have otherwise gone unnoticed or appear human.
Weaknesses
At any given time, Irma is a typical Human woman with typical weaknesses.
*Both a strength and a weakness, when Irma accesses Botis power she can visit events of the past, like reliving a memory but seeing everything more clearly like she was actually in the moment. This can help her notice things that she may have missed the first time as well as help her discern when someone is lying because she can visit any past moment.
Irma doesn’t really like using Botis’ power because she feels that every time she allows him control she loses more of herself to him. Botis also enjoys taking objects she associates with awful moments of her life and using them to trigger those memories, causing her to hallucinate those moments of the past as though she were still in them.
Skillset
Field surgeon - Taking the knowledge she gained while learning to be a homemaker, Irma has channeled her skills in stitching and embroidery and adapted them for the purpose of temporarily treating wounds out in the field. She has also gained the knowledge of treating other sorts of injuries by any means she has access to in order to prologue the lives of her colleagues at least until more in depth care can be administered.
Dual wield - Part of her training observed being able to wield more than one weapon at a time. Lacking the arm strength for holding a larger weapon in one hand at a time, she is able to wield smaller weapons, one in each hand, such as a sword and a pistol though she tends to favor dual wielding revolvers, she can switch one or both out for something else should she lose either and need to make do with something else.
Knife fighter - Irma’s mentor was no fool and knew that things don’t always go according to plan. With this in mind, he insisted that Irma train in a last resort efense should she fail to keep an enemy far enough away. Should her guns fail her, she has been taught the most vulnerable points of the anatomy of most creatures she may face in order to at the very least immobilize or otherwise incapacitate at least temporarily so that she may escape or put a safe distance between herself and her enemy. These attacks are specifically designed for the use of knives.
Botis – When Irma allows Botis to have more control, she can see things that would otherwise be invisible to her Human eye. While Botis has control of the eye in which he resides, Irma also sees through that eye but loses sight in her Human eye. At all other times, Irma only sees through her Human eye.
Another attribute Irma gains from Botis is his increased ability to see in the dark, this ability is also one only accessible when Irma gives him more control.
While Botis does inhabit a part of Irma’s body, he primarily controls her right eye and only slightly controls her right ear. While Irma can hear him and he can hear others, he only hears her when she speaks out loud and has no connection with her mind so he is unable to read her thoughts and thrives off of conversation though he prefers listening when Irma talks with others because after ten years he has grown weary of speaking with her.
Around her hips are her holsters for her main revolvers, her karambit is mostly hidden near the top left side of the holster. She wears her bowie knife in its sheath on her left thigh and her emergency weapon is strapped around her calf on the same side.
Her shotgun she carries in two pieces in a rectangular case with plush lining. Her ammo for the shotgun is carried in the same case and there are two layers to it though it appears as only a simple instrument case.
She also tends to hold at least one vial of Holy Water on her at any time.
2 identical .38 Smith and Wesson revolvers
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1 .38 snubnose Colt revolver
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Blessed Bullets - The ammo that Irma uses for her main revolvers are also usable with her backup revolver. The bullets themselves are made with either silver or iron and specially engraved by Father Alonso de Caceres with intricate crosses before he blesses them in God’s name. Outside of the religious aspect and the silver or iron, the bullets have normal casings and are not necessarily meant for killing so much as incapacitating a violent Vampyre or Daemon.
Along with her Blessed Bullets, Irma also carries normal bullets with no special attributes since as a member of the Vampiric Council, her primary targets are Humans that kill Vampyres unjustly.
1 Holland and Holland 12 gauge shotgun
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Explosive Shells - While these shells are not necessarily created to end the life of their targeted species, they are designed to at the very least temporarily incapacitate the creature they are used on. While the Blessed Bullets are designed for Vampyes at the behest of Irma’s mentor in dealing with what he likes to call “Feral Vampyres” as well as the more deadly Daemons, these particular projectiles are created in consideration of the management of Werewolves. They are created by making a thin metal casing which contains vials of silver nitrate and ethanol. They are launched by a shotgun shell casing containing only gunpowder, upon impact with the target, the vials inside the metal casing shatter and the two substances inside mix, causing an explosion which bursts the casing leaving a fair sized hole in the target.
She also carries regular shotgun shells that contain a mixture of iron and silver pellets.
1 Bowie Knife
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1 Karambit
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Irma’s two melee weapons are last resort arms. As she hopes she doesn’t need to use them, there are no particular tricks to them because if she can’t get in a relatively incapacitating strike with them, she probably won’t make it out of the situation alive, and she might not even if she does get a good hit in.
“I remember…” Irma gently bites her lower lip as she squints her blue eye, the other one hidden by a thick black patch, “it had been cloudy all day and right when it was time to go it started pourin’ outside,” she adjusts the shorter front of her angled skirt before she crosses her legs at the knee, resting her folded hands atop her higher one, “Laure was just a tiny little thing and we didn’t want her to get sick, so I told nanny to stay with her at home while I went to get Lillian from school.”
The former Southern Belle sighs slightly and casts her eyes down from where they were lingering on a random spot on the ceiling, watching her hands as they anxiously brush against the dark fabric of her striped stockings, her lips pursing slightly, “wasn’t anythin' unusual… a normal rainy day… Lilly was waitin' in the school room when I arrived and we walked out holdin' hands.”
A melancholy smile crossed her lips and it was highlighted by the sadness in her one visible eye which she closed shortly as her hands on her knee tightened slightly, her mind focusing on the sound of the ticking clock that resided on the other side of the room. It was several moments before she spoke again, “the streets were nearly flooded and… and a gentleman in a carriage headed the same way as we pulled right up to us… nothin’ was off about him… he was well dressed – black top hat and one of them fancy suits that you know he was off to somewhere important,” Irma laughed almost awkwardly, “he had a nice waxed mustache and his teeth shined when he smiled – he had a fake one… it was silver,” She nodded slightly as she recalled the memory before one of her hands finally moved from her knee, brushing through the length of her blonde bangs and scooping them behind her ear.
“He said, ‘aw now, you ladies shouldn’t be walkin’ in this downpour!’ I know he sounded Texan,” She glanced down at the small moonstone set in a silver ring around her middle finger and began to turn it slightly with the thumb of the same hand, “not that it really matters now… but he offered us a ride and bein’ as Lillian was so small and it was rainin’ so hard, I didn’t see the harm…”
Her eyes closed again as her voice broke and she shook her head, her hands now clenching each other as she continued breathily, choking back her sobs and trying to stop her tears, “I didn’t see the harm because we were so close to home so I put Lillian in that carriage and I climbed in after her.”
She placed her hand over her mouth and nose, sobbing into her palm as she tightly shut her eyes, a tear wriggling loose from her left eye before she used her sleeve to quickly brush it from her cheek and slid her fingertips up under and along the bottom edge of her eyepatch, continuing shakily, her speech seeming rushed, “Lillian… she trusted me to – she trusted me to take care of her… and I put her in that carriage!” She shook her head, her legs uncrossing as she hunched over and placed her elbows on her knees, Covering her eyes with her hands, “I thought it would be fine but it wasn’t! That man, he grabbed her. He grabbed Lillian – ‘be good sweetheart and nothin’ll happen to the little ‘un,’ – and he just kept smilin’! He kept smilin’ at me! He knew I wasn’t gonna’ do nothin’!”
Irma’s sobs started up again as she nearly shrieked out the memory and they went on for some time, a servant coming through and pouring her a cup of tea, gently petting her back to at first call her attention and secondly to offer her the drink. The blonde took a moment before she acknowledged the woman’s gentle touch and after another moment finally took the saucer and teacup with a trembling hand, a soft hiccup escaping her as she stared off towards the fire that blazed in the hearth on the opposite wall. She blew on the dark liquid in the cup before sipping it and seeming to regain some composure. After a while of silence she began to speak again, the fire’s light reflecting in her eye as her story continued in a slight monotone.
“I don’t know how far we went… sometime durin' the ride he let me comfort Lillian… she was only…” She paused, her hands shaking a bit more violently before she cleared her throat and looked in her cup, “she was only six years old at the time and was cryin’ her little heart out.”
Her lips formed a straight line for a moment as she pressed them together, her blue eye glistening as she held her cup close to her face before finally taking a sip and then continuing, “eventually we stopped… and by then the rain was gone… it was real humid out and we were at some big house… I remember it was already gettin’ dark and the man was met by a group of people that ushered us inside.”
The strands of hair she had pressed behind her ear were shaken loose as she shook her head briskly before she sipped her tea again, finishing the cup and setting it on the table beside her. She gave a gasping little laugh, sitting on the edge of her seat, “I don’t know how long we were there… it seems like it was a long time, but it might not have been… I know they came one day… and they pulled me away from Lilly and said it was time to go,” her fingers interlaced, her knuckles turning white as she held her hands tightly together, her eyes squinting shut, “I still remember her little hands reachin’ out for mine as they pulled me out the door and the others remained behind, holdin’ her… keepin’ her from goin’ after me.”
Another bout of silence commenced as once again Irma fought to retain her composure, the pain of the memory in the quivering of her voice and her hands moving to grasp the cushion of the chair she sat upon, her fingers clenching it on either side of her, “they drugged me with somethin’ ‘cause the next thing I knew, I was on a boat… and that time was even longer than when I was in that big ol’ house out in the swamps.”
Her head remained tilted downwards, hiding behind the veil of shiny blond hair that were her bangs while the length of her hair was neatly held back in a roll at the back of her head right where it met her neck. She looked up and closed her eye taking in a deep breath, a weak smile quirking the corner of her mouth, “it was cold out… much colder than it had been near the boiler in the ship… they had kept me down there mostly – in the dark – I can count the number of times they let me out - just for some fresh air - on one hand. But… I remember that air… that cool London air…” She chuckled slightly and opened her eyes, “you know, I can’t rightly recollect if it was just because I had been locked up for so long or if it was actually cool… but I remember it was night and the sea mist hit my face when they brought me top side and hurried me along to a waitin’ carriage.”
Irma settled back into her chair again, releasing her now relaxed hold on the cushion of her chair as she situated herself so that she could lean back against the high wingback, crossing her legs at the ankles, her brown granny boots making a soft brushing sound as suede grazed against suede before she situated herself with her hands loosely folded on her lap, “the man with the silver tooth was still there… I guess he made the trip with me… an escort of sorts… and he was smokin’ his pipe… he chuckled a bit when I coughed,” she groaned slightly and shook her head, looking down at her hands as she once more toyed with the single piece of jewelry she wore.
“Again it was a long ride before we reached our destination, another big ol’ house out in the middle of nowhere,” she gave a faint chuckle, “they sure seemed to like their swamplands… those people… this time… I wasn’t there long before they done what they had been wantin’ to do since they grabbed me and Lilly off the street.”
A deep sigh escaped her, the striped, long sleeved, and high collared blouse she wore rising and falling with her chest as the brown corset around her waist restricted the movement anywhere else on her torso. She was bracing herself for what was next and it was evident in the somber and sickly expression on her generally fair features, “they took me deep into the manor… it was an altar of sorts, I guess… and then they chained me down. My wrists, ankles… neck…” her hands touched the spots of her body that were chained as she spoke them, lingering around her neck for a moment and absently adjusting the decorative ruffles that adorned the front of her blouse as she stared off at an unknown object as though she were seeing the very past she spoke of, “there were so many people in the room… I didn’t see any of their faces… there were so many voices and they were all chantin’ – I don’t know what, I couldn’t understand them – I just know because there was a rhythm and it was so repetitive and synchronized.”
She paused, licking her lips and pressing them against each other for a moment before turning her attention to the servant that had poured her tea previously, “excuse me sugar, could I get another cup, please?” The servant nodded and obliged, smiling softly as she poured the cup and delivered it as asked, “thank you,” again Irma blew on the liquid in the cup before she carefully sipped it, continuing to hold it as she gazed off towards the fire.
“I couldn’t see after a while, I was fightin’ those chains so hard… I knew they wouldn’t break but I was afraid of what they were doin’ – what they had planned for me. So I fought and I cried and choked on the metal around my neck… bled from my wrists and ankles as I pulled… as I struggled,” she took another sip, “I don’t remember much after that… just a sense of weightlessness… some of the chantin’ stoppin’ and givin’ way to gasps… some screams… a great shadow loomin’ over me.”
Irma’s hands began to tremble softly and her eye began glistening, a sort of fear in it of something that she remembered but maybe not consciously. Her voice was soft as she continued, shaky even, “I was bein’ pulled from myself and all I knew was panic and I fought harder… and then the screams increased and some of the chantin’ stopped and while I was still bein’ pulled, I felt somethin’ bein’ pushed on me at the same time… I don’t mean physically… it was all… I guess it was my mind – my soul.”
The teacup was raised to her lips as she puckered them slightly, blowing again before sipping and setting the cup and saucer down on the table beside her once again, both settling with a soft clatter before she folded her hands atop her knees, “there were gun shots… and a lot of movement and then the push I felt became pain, like the side of my face was bein’ ripped open and my eye torn out…” she raised the patch over her eye to expose the fractured scar pattern that surrounded it and the unusual color the iris retained, “at the same time… it was like I had lost a part of myself and an enraged howl filled the room and echoed inside my head… and then it was quiet and everythin’ was dark.”
She leaned forward slightly, the servant had collected her teacup and vacated the room so her eyes now focused on the only other person in the room, “and then I found I wasn’t alone… Botis was with me,” the pale yellow color of her eye darkened slightly for a moment, nothing more than a flicker as she laughed faintly and sat back again, moving her hands along the arms of the chair, "and that's my darkest secret..." She quirked a soft and urging smile, “how about you?”
* * * *
Irma’s mother died when she gave birth to the youngest of the Larendon daughters and being the oldest, Irma took up her mother’s duties around the house and essentially became the lady of the house at fourteen. Since Irma had the care of her mother up until then, she had already learned much of what would be her duties by the time her mother had passed.
While not all of the skills she had learned when she was young were transferable to her life after she was spirited away to England, she did manage to adapt her ability to sew to suit her new lifestyle, learning the other necessary skills she would need to survive from her mentor.
Her mentor was a vampyre and member of the Vampiric Council. They had been hunting someone that had wrongfully slain a law abiding vampire and that individual had led them to the ritual where Irma was being offered as a vessel to the daemon Botis.
While it had not been their intention to interrupt a virtual sacrifice, once it had been done they realized that it fell on them to look after Irma as she showed clear signs of the beginnings of possession, though her symptoms were much more drastic as the fusing had been violently interrupted. Irma had been unchained and taken away with her rescuers, though her situation did not become better immediately.
Irma was kept in a cell where she could not do harm to others and for the vast majority of the time she was left alone, though not completely because Botis was there to keep her company much as he had been when she initially lost consciousness. The vampyre that rescued her visited her three times a day to bring her meals and see how she was fairing given her circumstances.
It was during these times of relative solitude that Irma learned of both the intentions of Botis as well as those who had summoned him. They had wished to use him for his ability to see both the past and the future and in exchange they were giving him her body. Irma thought of the horrible things that he could have committed if he had gained control, though when she questioned him on this, he only laughed at her. This was how she made her deal, one that would allow her to survive so long as she kept Botis appeased. Botis was a powerful daemon with sixty Legions serving under him and while he could see the past and the future, he still desired something he did not possess, the secrets of others.
By the time the Council decided she was not of harm to anyone, the injuries to her face had already healed, leaving her skin looking like the surface of a cracked pot. She learned from both her rescuer, who had provided the Council with the evidence they needed to excuse her, as well as Botis, that the injuries she had endured were caused by the fact that she had not lost enough of her sanity to allow for Botis’ smooth entry combined with the fact that the chanting of the cultists that had captured her was essentially forcing Botis inside of her. The daemon had guessed that they had chosen her because she was young and weak enough that they could and had controlled her but she was old enough that she wouldn’t easily die from the forced possession.
Irma was seventeen when she was taken from Louisiana and brought to England and once she was released from her temporary imprisonment by the Council, she was given the choice. She could either return home and attempt to return to her normal life and her family, or she could remain in England and start a new life.
While Irma opted for the latter, not seeing how she could return to her life as it had been with such an affliction and deformity marring both her body and mind, it was not in the manner that the Council likely had expected. She didn’t want to have a normal life, she saw no way for her to accomplish any state of normalcy given what she had gone through, given what she was. So she asked that she remain with the Council. She understood why they fought for what they did, and after having her life saved by one of there order, she decided that it was the only way for her to return the debt, to fight for what was right and to protect those of the vampyre kind that adhered to the laws. After all, she had been kidnapped by humans, so how could they act so high and mighty when they would harm their own for the sake of power.
It was in this way that she was entrusted into the care of her savior and would learn the ways of the hunter, honing her skills for many years and learning the true extent of the power she gained from Botis in exchange for the most meager of costs, at least they were the most meager for her.
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