Vénus Rose

Vénus regardait l'étrange homme avec un regard suspect, mais si Kit le considérait comme un ami, alors elle devinait qu'il allait bien. Elle a hurlé et écouté attentivement chaque personne s'est présentée. Une fille sans tête, c'est Lavena... un nom bizarre. Et l'homme zombie est Keith. Ses sourcils se levèrent quand elle entendit sa voix. Elle s'attendait à ce qu'une voix comme Gollum sorte d'un être comme ça, mais au lieu de cela, ses oreilles ont été rencontrées avec le son d'un jeune homme parlant. Comme c'est bizarre.
Encore une fois se sentant ennuyé par la position exiguë de ses ailes. Elle a finalement décidé de les mettre ensemble. Elle arnaque le dos et pousse sa poitrine vers l'avant. Un bruit de fissuration qui pourrait être comparé à des os brisés fait écho à travers le copter que Vénus a fait disparaître ses ailes dans la peau de son dos. "Ahh bien mieux," elle respirait avec un soupir de soulagement alors qu'elle s'asseyait dans son siège avec une expression de contenu. "Mon nom est Vénus. Ravie de vous rencontrer tous », a-t-elle dit avec un sourire poli qui a révélé un ensemble de fossettes sur ses joues.
Venus Rose

Age
22
Personality
TBA
Species:
Siren
Control:
Venus has a lethal microchip injected in the back of her neck and upon activation, releases a powerful electrical shock that completely fries all neurological pathways in her brain. In other words, she literally becomes "brain dead".

~ Absorbs life force through any type of physical/sexual contact which in turn weakens and fatigues opponents.
~ Cuts and injuries heal much faster than the average human allowing her to remain active for a longer duration without medical aid.
~ Humming her Siren Song, she can essentially infatuate any willing being of her choosing. Thus, making them more vulnerable and easily influenced.
~ Taking her true form, Venus unveils a pair of dark black wings she can utilize to fly and cover long distances.

 Prior to imprisonment in the camp, Venus worked as a hostess at a strip club, obviously utilizing her skill set to attract and replenish her life force through unknowing customers. Unfortunately, she'd attempted to seduce one particular client who owned a supernatural-detecting device which picked up on her non-human aura. An adrenaline infused chase promptly ensued. In a desperate effort to escape, she spread her wings and took flight. But to her dismay, her large wings only served as the perfect target. Long story short, her right wing ended up in flames, losing mass amounts of feathers which resulted in failure to stay aloft; Venus was captured, bagged, and shipped to the camp.
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"We'll repair your wings, get that device removed from your lungs, and more importantly, we'll get you out of this shithole. Whaddya say?"
Tch. I say you wipe that nasty smirk off your face. Venus thought to herself with an unamused expression as she glared at the man. "Well," she paused and glanced at her charred wing, "I've got nothing to hope for in this place." The Siren stepped forward and reached out, taking his outstretched hand before giving it a firm shake with a nod of her head, "Count me in."