Sara Smith
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| 'What mask do you wear? ' | |
| Sara Smith | |
| Player: @Wix | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Corruptor |
| Threat Level: | 34 (Sep 2008) |
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| Real Name: | lost in transcendence |
| Known Aliases: | Miss Sara |
| Species: | Human (for now) |
| Age: | 17 |
| Height: | 5' 7" |
| Weight: | 112 lbs |
| Eye Color: | Ocean |
| Hair Color: | Flaxen |
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| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Student of Sigma Iota Nu |
| Place of Birth: | ' |
| Base of Operations: | Confidential |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | ' |
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| Voice, Psychic Fire, and Healing | |
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| Generally cheerful and obedient. Mortal, yet has no navel. | |
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She lays down on the fresh lawn
She can make everything magical
But she tied one on big time
And it makes me wanna rewind
- Puddle of Mudd, 'Psycho'
Contents |
Curse of the Symbiote Mask
in medias res….((starting from the eve of 9-10-08))
…the demented Dr. Octavia having lost her final hope in her abandonment by the Countess Nadja of Bathory (Crimson Conjuress) fell into horrid sulking despair. She began to seclude herself away more and more from the world around her, slowly losing what little humanity was left to her, leaving her poor and faithful pupil Thessa ( Thessalinoke Virtea ) to the wolves of the Isles without care or consideration. Soon final entropy would convert Dr. Alice Octavia into something she could not fathom.
In sullen desperation, a vindictive Octavia turned to a forbidden source, and she acquired varied masks in a fell deal with the Ringmistress of the Carnival. Cleverly concealing many of them about the sorority per the Ringmistress’ instructions, Octavia’s narrowing and wavering focus finally turned to just one as the world dimmed around her.
Using her immense knowledge of biomechanics the doctor enhanced, & altered one guise into something slightly ‘different’, by temporarily infusing what was left of her battered psyche into the boiling facade via her mephitic bioreactor. Now, like her other former creations, the mask had its own necrobiologic sentience, twisted and self-serving with the ability to slowly change its nature. Yet such baleful technology could not last indefinitely without a host.
Knowing her own time was now short before she fell into permanent entropy; Octavia then cunningly lured the celestia known as Ciraabi back to her with the ruse of seeking release from her long insensible walk by way of the vengeful angel. Ciraabi in her blind fury toward the evil creature, and all things Sigma readily came to settle accounts. But as this last morose scene played out, Octavia managed in a final fit of rage to slip the tainted artifact onto the angel with the parting & spiteful words:
“…at least one of us should be ‘blessed’ with mortality.”
There is a certain harmony, a dark and pleasant Song of Submission that the Carnival masks use. Those caught in their web may find themselves unable or unwilling to leave its unending pleasures. For those that resist the call to submission….there is only unending and hectoring agony.
Bound in intense erotic misery, Ciraabi-Sara’s fragile mind reeled as she staggered back to the only safe place she knew in the world. The Sigma House, of the Sigma Iota Nu Sorority.
Time was now short.
To finalize the transformation required vast deific energies which would complete the bond of the corrupted symbiote to Sara. Through artful trickery, Octavia’s final will was fulfilled, and this necessarily immense psychic energy was delivered to the symbiote by Sara’s dear friend Sandre, by way of the dark Goddess that she wields through her potent body and will.
In the end the symbiote seemed to melt away on Sara’s flesh. Seemingly cured and miraculously restored by the quick actions of her friends, and yet for those so attuned something seems off as the new bound life-form lingers within her still.
Sara is now wholly mortal and powerfully gifted, but she is also horribly conflicted by competing urges as the subsumed symbiote seeks to exert its influence over her and serve its true master, even as Sara seeks instinctively to protect her friends of the sorority from this potent new threat.
Thus was ‘born’ Sara Smith.
Abilities and Skills
Superpowers
- A powerful and melodic voice which can inspire & sooth, or rend the very fabric of sanity and reality. This natural ability is also augmented and used by the Mask Symbiote that cohabitates her body.
- Possessed with a multitude of protective and restortive powers made permanent by the deific touch of Kali’s Embrace channeled psychic powers.
Skills
- Retains some basic level of general empathic capability from her days as a celestia.
- Retains an old soul in her mortal form, that can often tincture her seemingly naive outlook when her bothersome amnesia is not in force.
Quirks & Persona
- 'Miss Sara' was cast aside by the Crimson Conjuress after she ensnared her from the very heavens for some purpose now lost. She has since been forced to come to terms with her dawning mortality and the weigh of its reality.
- Suffers from partial amnesia due to her struggle with the Mask Symbiote.
- Fighting for control of her mind against the Mask Symbiote created by Dr. Octavia .
- Generally innocent, sweet, and kind.
- Also mousy and timid.
- A dedicated friend.
- Was once an celestia, or more commonly, an 'angel'.
- She has an aversion to killing.
- Inspired by Emmanuelle Béart
* Last seen or heard from in early November of 2008 near Aeon Campus while taking a walk near the old gardens. Status is Missing.
