Disunity
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Disunity caught in a moment of reflection by the beach in Port Oakes. | |
| Disunity | |
| Player: Memphis_Bill | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Dominator |
| Threat Level: | 8 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Leah Eriscion |
| Known Aliases: | ' |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 23 |
| Height: | 5'5" |
| Weight: | 110 |
| Eye Color: | Green |
| Hair Color: | Black |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Canadian |
| Occupation: | Former model, wanted felon |
| Place of Birth: | Calgary |
| Base of Operations: | Calgary |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Parents |
| Known Powers | |
| Mental powers, Electric discharges | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Mental control | |
| Equipment | |
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Personality
Leah is interested in one thing - herself. While not coming off as self centered - she can be sweet, friendly, coy, and generally pleasant to be around - even her friends may find themselves wondering if they're being set up for something. She'll look for any angle she can use to give herself the life she believes she deserves. A life of ease, attention, and money.
History
Early Days
Leah had seen her father work himself into the hospital, her mother start drinking, all for the sake of meeting bills. The house she grew up in, while providing a loving home, wasn't very big or nice. She decided early on she wanted better.
She learned early on that she could use "cute" and "pretty," as well as carefully chosen words, to get the results she wanted - a new toy, more food, someone else to do her homework. She also learned the value of knowledge, and spent quite a bit of time digging through books, trying to learn what made people tick. It was on one of these expeditions that she came across the book.
It smelled old when she saw it in the bookstore, covered in leather, the writing worn away. She felt a tingle as she reached for it, a thrill as she stole it - her first theft. She hid it away until she could study it more closely. When she did, it opened to precisely what she wanted - how to enhance her mind and force her will on others.
It was subtle at first - her teacher nodding off so she could cut class more easily. Less than plausible lies being taken at better than face value. Her father getting her new clothes no matter the household budget. It grew from there until the other girls in her school started avoiding her. If she saw something of yours she wanted, she'd get it.
Career Manipulation
She'd grown to be an attractive girl, fit with just the right curves - not too much, not too little. And so she turned - with her skills at convincing others - to modeling. Rivals for the shoots she wanted would find themselves unable to get out of bed, sudden, excrutiating headaches leaving them immobile. Or they'd forget to turn, or not taking the photographer's direction properly. Her star rose, while those around her fell.
What she hadn't read in the book - not caring for consequences - was the price of the magic she'd learned. She never learned to ground herself, to deal with the energies she would slowly build up. This came back to bite her - the discharge as she stepped into the tub knocking her senseless, unconscious, her agent finding her still dazed in her tub the next afternoon when she missed her photo shoot.
