Vénus Rose

Après son doigt pointu, ses yeux atterrissaient sur un trou dans la montagne qu'ils approchaient en lui filant un peu les paupières. Il a parlé de ce qui ressemblait à un groupe rebelle qui habitait qui a coupé et elle a hurlé un peu impressionné. Vénus était aussi heureux de savoir qu'ils n'étaient pas envoyés en mission de meurtre de masse depuis le départ. Garder un profil bas semblait faisable, mais elle se sentait un peu préoccupée par l'apparence de Keith. Comment ces gens réagiraient - ils en le voyant?
"Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire, Keith?" Elle a demandé à ne pas avoir l'air dure. À la légère, elle regarda autour de la cabine pour trouver une sorte de manteau pour au moins cacher son visage afin de ne pas attirer l'attention. -- Je veux dire, pas d'offense, hun, essayant juste de vous garder en sécurité, lui chuchotait Vénus, prouvant qu'elle comptait bien pour son enquête.
Le bouffonnage à l'entrée de la montagne était le moindre de ses soucis et si jamais il descendait à elle, elle pouvait toujours charmer n'importe qui qui se tenait sur leur chemin, mais ce serait un resort sur le brûleur de dos.
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."