Marquise Spinneret Mindfang [Done]

[Marquise Spinneret Mindfang]

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MARQUISE SPINNERET MINDFANG
THIS IS EVERY SHADE OF WRONG.


THE ROLEPLAYER.
Y'KNOW FROLICKING IN THE L8KE
AND SHIT TOGETHER?!

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THE CHARACTER.
GO. SLEEP 8ADLY. ANY QUESTIONS,
HESIT8 TO CALL.

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Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, Pirate Queen of the Gamblignants

NICKNAMES
Mindfang, Marina (childhood name)

AGE
14 sweeps / approx. 30 years

OCCUPATION
Mindfang lives off her stored treasure in the lap of luxury, biding her time and waiting out the undead horde.

ANYTHING ELSE
True to her name, Mindfang can get past nearly any mental defense with very little trouble. She also dabbles in arts that most consider lost or nonexistent; she herself is not entirely certain whether it is her own amplified power or actual magic that allows her to do the things that she does, but “witch” is neither a title she is unused to hearing nor one that she really rejects.[/SIZE]
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THE LOOKS.
LOOK UP IDIOT IN THE DICTIONARY.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'LL FIND?

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Mindfang's hair is a riot of jet-black curls that reaches her thighs. It is nearly impossible to contain, so it is perpetually left loose.

FACE
Her face is long and elegant, finely structured, with points in all the right places and a slightly wide-set mouth. Her kiss is intoxicating and her bite often fatal.

8ODY
Tall and lithe, with just the right amount of curve in all the right places, and legs that go on for miles.

STYLE
Mindfang prefers tight clothing, showing off her body while very rarely showing skin; the more left to the imagination the better, in her opinion. Not a shoe in her collection has a heel less than four inches, and nearly all of it is black with denim-blue detailing. She does, however, have a fondness for flouncy jackets and oversized hats – it's a pirate thing. ::

ANYTHING ELSE
Mindfang was born with vision eightfold, and as such her left eye has seven pupils. Her horns are asymmetrical, with one in the shape of a claw and the other in a stinger. She always wears lipstick and mascara the same shade as her blood. She carries a set of dice, 8d8, made of a jewel so black that they do not reflect light, but absorb it. They are the source of much of her power and she is never without at least one at any given time.[/SIZE]
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THE PERSONALITY.
I INVENTED DICE WHEN I WAS A KID.
WHAT DO YOU DO?

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The sea: Despite the fact that she isn't a sea troll, Mindfang has always loved the water, even having built her hive on a cliff facing the ocean.

Treasure: Diamonds are a girl's best friend, after all. And gold. And rubies. And any shiny wonderful thing that can be had.

Clothes: The fancier the better, especially hats and boots.

Pail filling: She filled her first at seven sweeps; her chambers are never empty and her sopor slime is rarely cooled.

Thrills: From roller coasters to dueling to the death, if it gets the blood racing she's all for it.

Power: Although it isn't something she seeks too much of, she enjoys the heady feeling having control over another brings – even more so if she doesn't have to use her powers to do so.

Being pampered: If you don't feel your best on the outside, you certainly won't be feeling it on the inside, and feeling her best is key to Mindfang's confidence. She also enjoys reciprocating the gestures, depending on the partner, and is particularly fond of having her hair played with.

Redrom: Deep beneath her sexy pirate queen exterior still beats the vascular sac of a pupa hoping for a white knight upon a fiery hoofbeast to come and sweep her off her feet. As fun as blackrom can be, she doesn't find any quadrant as valuable as the flushed, and while she frequently dallies with it does not enter it lightly.

DISLIKES
Long-term relationships: Having been a wanderer for most of her adult life, she has commitment issues.

Losing: While she isn't often a sore loser, she does hold a hell of a grudge.

Boredom: Mindfang tries to keep her mind working every waking moment, and frequently this leads to it running every sleeping one as well.

Getting dirty: Scuffs and everyday detritus don't bother her, but she would be reluctant to go anywhere involving mud or other icky substances that could get all over her. Blood is okay until the bleeder is out of earshot, and then all of the squickings. All of them.

Fog: Mist, for reasons she keeps to herself, makes her very uncomfortable.

Conciliatory quadrants: She thinks pale and ashen relationships are exactly that; she has never had a moirail and rather frowns upon auspistices, considering them nothing more than dead weight. Woe betide a kismesis of hers that has either, for they are her favourite prey.

Cowardice: There is a fine line between being a yipbeast and being a cluckbeast. Mindfang may be sneaky, but she is honest in her cunning, and while her tactics may often be underhanded, she will never use them in a fair fight.

Unsolvable puzzles: Be they living or otherwise, if Mindfang cannot figure them out, they will die from her trying. The more frustrated she gets, the more painful it becomes for the subject.

HO88IES
Dastardly plots: Finding just the right string to pull to bring the castle down is one of her main sources of entertainment, and no one is truly safe from her malicious whimsy.

Reading: One of the ways she keeps her mind afloat is filling it with trashy romance novels tales of intrigue with the occasional pail-filling passage.

HA8ITS
Favourite word: Mindfang finds a great many things del8ful.

Flirting: She is almost constantly in flirt mode, no matter what the situation.

Putting her feet up: As stylish as they are, four-inch heels hurt like hell to stand on, so Mindfang takes every opportunity she can to get off them.

FEARS
Death: As much as she enjoys living life on the edge and all the thrills it gets her, Mindfang is terrified of her existence being terminated. If she did not fear death, she would likely be far more reckless.

Insanity: All of her treasures, all her worldly possessions are nothing to her compared to her mind. Anyone else who has truly lost theirs makes her desperately uncomfortable and she will sooner end them than put up with them.

Loneliness: She surrounds herself with company, and even carries her lusus with her, to avoid being by herself. Her deepest fear, in relation to this, is that the one she has seen in her dreams does not truly exist, no matter what oracles she has consulted to prove them true.
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PERSONALITY
Mindfang is not an easily deciphered troll – at one moment she can be calm as a lake, the next vicious as a stormy sea, but no matter what her actions, more often than not a wicked smile will paint her features. Over most anything else, she enjoys keeping an air of mystique around herself, and speaks cryptically at every turn. Puzzles are some of her favourite things, and anyone who can hold their own against her in a battle of wits against her wins her respect. Said respect may not always save them, of course, but it usually prolongs the inevitable slaying.

Her most enjoyed social pastime is flirting, and she does so with abandon, often without realizing she is doing so. She quite frankly doesn't care who is attracted to her, and is not ashamed of her promiscuity. Highblood or low doesn't matter a great deal to her personally, but politically it remains important, and thus all her more intimate conduct takes place behind closed doors; it's one of those secret things that everyone knows but doesn't talk about.

As free as she is with her body, Mindfang keeps her truest feelings to herself, and surprisingly has only ever filled two of her quadrants. This is due to the fact that when the pirate loves or hates, she does so with all of her being, and even should she part from such allegiances her own feelings linger. The only company she keeps, however, is concupiscent. One has the option of not sharing anything past lust with flushed or caliginous relations, while the conciliatory quadrants – especially the pale – are arguably far more intimate. Mindfang has seen what the loss of a moirail can do to her enemy, and never once has she allowed any other close enough that their loss would devastate her in the same fashion. On the same level, anyone who has attempted to get between her and her kismesis has been slain on the spot by her own hand.

This is because the center of Mindfang clashes so drastically with the persona she puts forward. Under the pirate, under the harlot, carefully protected, dwells the young pupa who lived by the sea and dreamt of eternity. At her core, Mindfang is a romantic, and from what little she has seen of humans she envies their way of life. They meet, they mate, they bear their own young, and if nothing goes wrong they would never have to be alone, nor truly lose the ones they care for: even should one lover perish, they live on in the faces of their children.

Despite her fearsome ways, Mindfang is fond of younglings, human or troll, and will go out of her way not to directly harm them, and often spares parents in the case of humans as well. On the rare occasion she takes a human slave, should it be with child she nurtures it and sends it on its way at the earliest opportunity. She does not keep this fondness a secret, but it is never taken advantage of by her victims – lying to a mindreader is both exceptionally difficult and incredibly foolish.

Mindfang will not tolerate a coward, nor wasted potential. There is no reason in her mind that if one has a dream, one should not simply reach out and take it; no matter how difficult the path is, if it isn't worked toward, then it is worth nothing. Admittedly, in her case, she dreams of the future, both good and bad, and so works toward it with gusto – but one must wonder how much of her motivation leans on that excuse, as opposed to said dreams being what she truly desires.


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THE FAMILY.
WELL, HE USED TO 8EAT ME IN MORSE CODE,
SO ITS POSSI8LE.

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Lusus: A small and very old spider with great psychic abilities. It lives somewhere in her hair most of the time.
Descendant: Vriska Serket is the most direct, but she suspects others.

PETS Any number of slaves living on her ship.
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HISTORY
Once upon a time, there was a maiden.

A simple troll, blue blood and unique vision aside, the girl who would become Mindfang lived by the sea, just off a city on the outskirts of a great desert. Her hive, most of the time, remained empty, as the young pupa was an energetic and social creature from the very start, often going into town or wild alike to explore her surroundings. The only things she would sit still for were her psychic lessons and the stories her lusus told her of the worlds on the other side of dreaming. More than once, she refused her recuperacoon so that she could see it, for part of her training would be to cut through the nightmares to seek truth underneath.

It was not an easy task, but given time young Mindfang would gain this ability not only while asleep, but during her waking hours as well, through use of an art used only by the arachnid race her lusus spawned from. The tangled webs of dreams and visions were simple at first, but as she honed her craft they became more and more elaborate, and the future became clear to her. She continued to live by the sea, using her powers as an oracle in exchange for material goods, and for a long time was content.

One day, while in the marketplace, she met a male about her age, one with blood the colour of wet sand and horns wider than his shoulders. Long since jaded to the tiring ins and outs of troll society, having lived on their outskirts for a great deal of her life, Mindfang looked over his commonality, far preferring his handsome face and thoroughly charming demeanor. At the time, he was the cavalreapers' newest recruit, every bit the dashing hero out of a wiggler's tale, and her romantic's vascular sac fell hard and fast for him, taking the rest of her with it.

As wary as he was of highbloods, it did take a bit of convincing to prove to him her feelings were true, but eventually they became matesprits – under the condition that it be kept secret from the world at large. Understanding his concerns, Mindfang complied; as long as he was hers, she could be happy, and she was for a great while. The only dark spot in her mind was the fact that it would all have to end, far sooner than she wished it, but the inevitability made her cherish their love all the more, and when she offered herself to him nearly wept when he accepted.

The day he was appointed leader of the cavalreapers, they met again, mixed feelings hanging in the air between them. He would be famous soon, and would likely be sent far away. Their time was up, and no matter how she wished to cling to him, stay with him forever, Mindfang had no choice but to let him go. Their last night together was bittersweet, and when she woke the next evening he was gone.

In order to minimize the risk of seeing him again and putting him in danger, Mindfang commissioned a ship, turning its sails far from home. She did not hear of his crimes, nor ever weave a vision to see where he was; if she did, the temptation to run back to him would be too great. She set out instead to distract herself, first with gambling, then treasure-hunting, seeking something, anything, that would bring her the joy her matesprit once had. Every pail she filled with another, every diamond she stole, none of it was enough, until at last she found its equal – and its opposite – in one Orphaner Dualscar.

Over the sweeps, Mindfang had become a dreaded pirate, a sultry and relentless queen of the seas; Dualscar was an ocean king cut from the same surly star. They met again and again, competed time after time, their unmatched rivalry woven into the myths they both had become. No kismesissitude before or after would burn blacker than theirs, the legends would say, but just as with her ever-precious matespritship, it had to end sooner or later; unfortunately, the former's termination would not be nearly so beautiful as the latter's.

The seatroll had an affinity for the drink, you see, and there had been more than one evening where liquor had loosened his tongue as well as his belt. Mindfang knew well of his feelings for the Empress, and kismesis or no kismesis she respected them, knowing from personal experience of forbidden and impossible love. He thought she didn't notice when his affections for her began shifting, and perhaps if their pasts had been different they could have had something...but Mindfang knew that neither of them could truly fill the flushed quadrant with anyone else, even with one another, and so she baited him mercilessly, trying to keep his affections dark.

It didn't work.

To be fair, her methodology probably wasn't the best; as guarded as she was with her vascular sac when it came to flushed pursuits, she gave the rest of her body quite freely, or rather tended to take the bodies of any slaves she happened across. She had a particular fondness for baiting her beloathed kismesis with the sight of her, a pail, and whatever pet she'd chosen for the evening, but one night as she was distracting herself with a green-blooded sylph with the tongue of a poet, he did something he normally didn't and vanished halfway through.

It was at that moment she knew she had gone too far. On his next raid, the Orphaner took naught but the verdant slave, having her culled before Mindfang's eyes while refusing to look into them. It was over between them, then, as far as he was concerned, and just as she had so long ago with another, she let him go as well. However, he would turn out to be not nearly so gracious.

Never content to leave things as they were, Dualscar not only increased the bounty on her head, but absconded to the Grand Highblood, revealing her location to him and his posse of Subjugglators. That, to Mindfang's dismay, was the last she heard of her ex-kismesis for a long time. Most rumors declared him perished, reduced to nothing more than a stain on the Highblood's wall, and despite their ill parting she mourned him. Say nothing else about the Orphaner, but damn it, he'd made things fun.

When she heard tell that he was, in fact, alive and kicking, Mindfang decided that perhaps a bit of vengeance was in order. Certainly his cowardice had prevented him from going directly to the object of his affections. There was no reason in the gamblignant's mind why he shouldn't; he was penultimate on the scale, for heavens' sake! There should be nothing standing in his way, nothing keeping him from her nor her from him! The more she thought about it the more bitter Mindfang grew, and it was then that the idea took form: if she could not have her beloved, wherever he may be, then she would make absolutely certain that Dualscar would never have his.

His own conflicted emotions may have stopped her ex-kismesis, but Mindfang would be far more direct. A tangled web she wove, and sent it to the Empress: an illusion, a projection, of herself as a way of communicating with the leader of their people, even underwater. Mindfang offered to the Empress her skills and all of her charms from the safety of her own respiteblock, bringing all of the Condesce's attentions onto herself. A few days later, she received a gift, rewarding her cunning: eight eight-sided jewels, black as the deepest abyss in the ocean, thrumming with psychic power. Her lusus had spoken of such gems as only legends, and Mindfang grinned as she held them in her hands; with the Ebony in her hands she would be invincible.

Now all that was left was to find him and use this against him; as she set her sails for his last divined location, Mindfang only had to hope that those pesky undead beasts hadn't gotten to him first.



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