Post by Piper Halliwell on Jul 20, 2007 13:07:08 GMT -5
Name: Lily Annabelle Halliwell
Known Alias: 2043, Hell Angel, Hellhound
Age by appearance: 25
Actual age: 17
Birthday: --.--.----
Looks: Looks:
Jessica Alba
Type: Demon-whitelighter-witch
Powers:
- Phasing: In its advanced form, it’s the ability to move through worlds, planes and time as well as objects
- Reactive Adaptation: The ability to adapt to one’s surroundings and develop/evolve resistance to what had previously injured or harmed the being.
- Absorption: The ability to absorb and create a copy of the assailant’s weapon or power. The download process is instant and the wielder of the power has the ability to recall any and all powers when necessary.
Occupation: Assassin, Thief…
Personality:
Living in the underworld working as a slave using tools only provided for her defines her rough and somewhat heartless character. In her world, there’s no such thing as love and warmth only anger, loyalty, and power. She is a soldier day and night, causing her reactions to often be violent. Mercy and civility are for the weak, torture and punishment is all she’s known. Hardened by her past, becoming civilized will take time. Still, there’s a soft and tender side to her undeveloped. Her will to survive is strong no matter what the circumstances are. She is somewhat of a perfectionist completing her missions with stealth and finesse. Contrary to many beliefs, she is well educated. Although she is stronger than the source, she knows her place. She’s humble among her peers but somewhat of a loner being the adopted daughter of the source and his right hand assassin.
Family: Orphaned
Adopted Father: Source
Biological Father: Christopher “Chris” Halliwell
Biological Mother: ---
History:
Thought to be abandoned by her parents at the age of two, the underworld took the child in as one of their own. Life in the underworld was not at all pleasant. Orphaned children of demonic lineage were often trained to become the sources right hand assassins. Those that survived the first day were often killed the next. Although they were trained to work alone, friendships were made that often saved the others life. 2043 found some comfort in her companion, 2035 as they got through grueling tests of both physical and mental strength. Yet, every move they made was being watched and their superiors knew which had formed alliances. In the beginning there were seventy five orphaned demons but at the end of their training there were only ten. The final task was to kill all the others. Those that were teamed stuck together till the very end. The final two were both she and her friend. Forced to fight against each other, 2043 delivered the final blow killing 2035 making her the top assassin. At the age of seven she lost everything and became a slave to the dark lord given the alias Hell Angel. By the age of eight she successfully killed one thousand witches on command. By seventeen she would be the only demon known to kill three Halliwell witches and live to tell about it.
While fighting a fourth Halliwell, she sustained a great deal of damage which would have killed her if she hadn’t escaped. Holding onto that last string of life, a blind man happened to come across her half dead body. It was then that she learned that she wasn’t all killing machine. The blind man took her into his home after seeing the light aura that surrounded her. Thinking of her as an angel, he did his best to keep her alive. The kindness and warmth he shared was like nothing she’s ever known. As her strength began to return to her, she began to repay her debt to him which was highly unlikely of any demon.
“My little Anya,”
He’d often call her but she never understood why. Within the months that she has lived with him she learned more about a world she has never known. His attempts to bring out her humanity seemed futile but he’d try anyway. When the source found out that she was alive, he sent his hellhounds to retrieve her. Within minutes she was back in the darkness with another task to complete.
Her days of servitude were coming to an end. Being the source of all evil, he knew how valuable her abilities were. Both phasing and absorption were rare powers, sometimes not seen for centuries. Keeping her on his leash was one of his top priorities, getting loose was on hers. The day finally arrived when she could escape from the darkness and she took full advantage of the situation. The fourth Halliwell she had fought returned with reinforcements as they too had suffered an extensive amount of damage their last encounter. More of the Halliwell line arrived to extract revenge. Using the Halliwells power against them she put up a hell of a fight until the moment came when she received the full wrath of the Halliwells. Their spell, their numbers were strong but not strong enough. Taking half of the damage from their spell she phased through time traveling backwards to the now known present where she found another power that was all her own, reactive adaptation.
Coming to the past was a way for her to get rid of her future past but she was sent on a mission. Her orders were thorough, kill the charmed ones and their offspring, redefine the underworld and bring her source into power. Anyone who stood in her way was to be executed. Always trained to follow orders, she could do nothing less.
Anything Extra: She is from the future if you didn’t catch that. She serves no real purpose for coming to the past. It’s simply put that she wants to live life outside of the underworld, outside of all the restrictions. She basically wants to be free from her future past but once a soldier always a soldier. She has her orders and she’s going to carry them out. Yes her father is Chris Halliwell, yes she is Piper and Leo’s granddaughter no she doesn’t know she is a Halliwell.
Audition:
She never thought that she’d be returning so soon but then again, this was the only life she has ever known. The passage ways were much different, darker and dirtier. Advances in technology didn’t only advance the upper world but the underworld as well. Demons weren’t dumb but rather educated which helped them evolve with time allowing the race to continue to prosper. Life in the underworld was like living up top. This underworld, in its present condition, was like living, no, more like hiding in a cave. Phasing her way back up to the surface, she watched as car zipped by passing her without a second glace. People chatted away on their cell phones giving everyone an ear to their one sided conversation. Restaurants buzzed with customers ready to order, the night life was just beginning.
Streaming through the crowds of people at a club, she watched the group up at the front playing their instruments jamming away as people gathered heat on the dance floor. What they were doing made no sense to her. A hand grasped her shoulder which she didn’t take to kindly. Reaching over with her left hand, she grabbed the guys arm completing a one eighty turn with her body to see her assailant back. Still holding onto his arm, one quick wrench sent him into a blood boiling scream. Throwing him to the ground in one quick move she pulled out her athame and sat on top of him holding the edge to his throat. In the darkness, no one could see her face but she could clearly see the horror and disarray sprawled upon their faces. This man that stepped out of line attacking her from behind was a mere mortal. She was simply fighting back against him but to others it didn’t seem that way.
Clenching tightly to her athame, her body wanted to do what she was trained so well to do. Is she going to kill me? I didn’t do anything wrong. The fear in his eyes was real. Within the split second it took her to pull the guys arm out of it socket and end up on top of him with a blade pressed gently against his throat, she already decided his fate.
The steadiness of her hand and the calm collected thoughts stopped her from killing him. She knew he couldn’t see her face, no one could. From what she could tell, a few people were pushing their way through to get the one responsible for the commotion. Tucking her athame away she quickly stood and melted into the phasing through people to get further and further away.
Known Alias: 2043, Hell Angel, Hellhound
Age by appearance: 25
Actual age: 17
Birthday: --.--.----
Looks: Looks:
Jessica Alba
Type: Demon-whitelighter-witch
Powers:
- Phasing: In its advanced form, it’s the ability to move through worlds, planes and time as well as objects
- Reactive Adaptation: The ability to adapt to one’s surroundings and develop/evolve resistance to what had previously injured or harmed the being.
- Absorption: The ability to absorb and create a copy of the assailant’s weapon or power. The download process is instant and the wielder of the power has the ability to recall any and all powers when necessary.
Occupation: Assassin, Thief…
Personality:
Living in the underworld working as a slave using tools only provided for her defines her rough and somewhat heartless character. In her world, there’s no such thing as love and warmth only anger, loyalty, and power. She is a soldier day and night, causing her reactions to often be violent. Mercy and civility are for the weak, torture and punishment is all she’s known. Hardened by her past, becoming civilized will take time. Still, there’s a soft and tender side to her undeveloped. Her will to survive is strong no matter what the circumstances are. She is somewhat of a perfectionist completing her missions with stealth and finesse. Contrary to many beliefs, she is well educated. Although she is stronger than the source, she knows her place. She’s humble among her peers but somewhat of a loner being the adopted daughter of the source and his right hand assassin.
Family: Orphaned
Adopted Father: Source
Biological Father: Christopher “Chris” Halliwell
Biological Mother: ---
History:
Thought to be abandoned by her parents at the age of two, the underworld took the child in as one of their own. Life in the underworld was not at all pleasant. Orphaned children of demonic lineage were often trained to become the sources right hand assassins. Those that survived the first day were often killed the next. Although they were trained to work alone, friendships were made that often saved the others life. 2043 found some comfort in her companion, 2035 as they got through grueling tests of both physical and mental strength. Yet, every move they made was being watched and their superiors knew which had formed alliances. In the beginning there were seventy five orphaned demons but at the end of their training there were only ten. The final task was to kill all the others. Those that were teamed stuck together till the very end. The final two were both she and her friend. Forced to fight against each other, 2043 delivered the final blow killing 2035 making her the top assassin. At the age of seven she lost everything and became a slave to the dark lord given the alias Hell Angel. By the age of eight she successfully killed one thousand witches on command. By seventeen she would be the only demon known to kill three Halliwell witches and live to tell about it.
While fighting a fourth Halliwell, she sustained a great deal of damage which would have killed her if she hadn’t escaped. Holding onto that last string of life, a blind man happened to come across her half dead body. It was then that she learned that she wasn’t all killing machine. The blind man took her into his home after seeing the light aura that surrounded her. Thinking of her as an angel, he did his best to keep her alive. The kindness and warmth he shared was like nothing she’s ever known. As her strength began to return to her, she began to repay her debt to him which was highly unlikely of any demon.
“My little Anya,”
He’d often call her but she never understood why. Within the months that she has lived with him she learned more about a world she has never known. His attempts to bring out her humanity seemed futile but he’d try anyway. When the source found out that she was alive, he sent his hellhounds to retrieve her. Within minutes she was back in the darkness with another task to complete.
Her days of servitude were coming to an end. Being the source of all evil, he knew how valuable her abilities were. Both phasing and absorption were rare powers, sometimes not seen for centuries. Keeping her on his leash was one of his top priorities, getting loose was on hers. The day finally arrived when she could escape from the darkness and she took full advantage of the situation. The fourth Halliwell she had fought returned with reinforcements as they too had suffered an extensive amount of damage their last encounter. More of the Halliwell line arrived to extract revenge. Using the Halliwells power against them she put up a hell of a fight until the moment came when she received the full wrath of the Halliwells. Their spell, their numbers were strong but not strong enough. Taking half of the damage from their spell she phased through time traveling backwards to the now known present where she found another power that was all her own, reactive adaptation.
Coming to the past was a way for her to get rid of her future past but she was sent on a mission. Her orders were thorough, kill the charmed ones and their offspring, redefine the underworld and bring her source into power. Anyone who stood in her way was to be executed. Always trained to follow orders, she could do nothing less.
Anything Extra: She is from the future if you didn’t catch that. She serves no real purpose for coming to the past. It’s simply put that she wants to live life outside of the underworld, outside of all the restrictions. She basically wants to be free from her future past but once a soldier always a soldier. She has her orders and she’s going to carry them out. Yes her father is Chris Halliwell, yes she is Piper and Leo’s granddaughter no she doesn’t know she is a Halliwell.
Audition:
She never thought that she’d be returning so soon but then again, this was the only life she has ever known. The passage ways were much different, darker and dirtier. Advances in technology didn’t only advance the upper world but the underworld as well. Demons weren’t dumb but rather educated which helped them evolve with time allowing the race to continue to prosper. Life in the underworld was like living up top. This underworld, in its present condition, was like living, no, more like hiding in a cave. Phasing her way back up to the surface, she watched as car zipped by passing her without a second glace. People chatted away on their cell phones giving everyone an ear to their one sided conversation. Restaurants buzzed with customers ready to order, the night life was just beginning.
Streaming through the crowds of people at a club, she watched the group up at the front playing their instruments jamming away as people gathered heat on the dance floor. What they were doing made no sense to her. A hand grasped her shoulder which she didn’t take to kindly. Reaching over with her left hand, she grabbed the guys arm completing a one eighty turn with her body to see her assailant back. Still holding onto his arm, one quick wrench sent him into a blood boiling scream. Throwing him to the ground in one quick move she pulled out her athame and sat on top of him holding the edge to his throat. In the darkness, no one could see her face but she could clearly see the horror and disarray sprawled upon their faces. This man that stepped out of line attacking her from behind was a mere mortal. She was simply fighting back against him but to others it didn’t seem that way.
Clenching tightly to her athame, her body wanted to do what she was trained so well to do. Is she going to kill me? I didn’t do anything wrong. The fear in his eyes was real. Within the split second it took her to pull the guys arm out of it socket and end up on top of him with a blade pressed gently against his throat, she already decided his fate.
The steadiness of her hand and the calm collected thoughts stopped her from killing him. She knew he couldn’t see her face, no one could. From what she could tell, a few people were pushing their way through to get the one responsible for the commotion. Tucking her athame away she quickly stood and melted into the phasing through people to get further and further away.