( cagla demir. 27. she/her. cis woman. ) are you a VIGILANTE / VILLAIN ? something tells me that the devouring of a butterfly, picking up johns so they may meet their demise, an extensive knowledge of the 27-club make you who you are, SATANA HELLSTROM. with the powers of SUCCUBUS PHYSIOLOGY, youâre sure to have a sociable, manipulative personality â and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER by THE DOORS on your way to the subway? it suits you. we canât wait to see what you do next!
character name: satana hellstrom
age: 27
faceclaim: cagla demir
voiceclaim: cagla demir
skill set:Â ( for ease, i just put âsuccubus physiologyâ in the app since... thatâs what this is and she does have horns <3 ) life-force absorption, superhuman strength, superhuman durability, flight, astral projection, hellfire manipulation, mind control, magic, teleportation
affiliations: masters of evil - west coast, the hell lords // occasionally midnight sons
family: daimon hellstrom!, also satan <3 named after her daddy <3
zodiac: leo
wiki link: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Satana_Hellstrom_(Earth-616)
* also ! since satana is one of the lesser known characters, i just... copied and pasted some bullets i wrote down when i played her in a disco rp a while back to provide some better info HERE !
was your character âblippedâ out? if so, what did they return to and how is it affecting them? if not, who important to them was blipped out, and what has it felt like after those five years have passed?
yes. which was annoying :\ first of all, she returned in new york city... not her speed, damn ! second of all, her hell dimension had really taken a turn under a total lack of management, which was annoying :\ it barely looked like an acid trip anymore :\ but, like... deeper things will depend on her bestie connections, all of whom are not around yet...
where are they living? are they living with anyone?
after regretfully deciding to temporarily not return to california while seeking out her besties, she took on a pretty ritzy penthouse when not just sleeping in her hell dimension ! thatâs what happens when you kill men to live, then just brainwash other men into letting you stay <3 or eat them... carnivore animal, sheâs kind of a cannibal, she eats boyâs souls up, they better run <3 jennifer check tease.
why is your character affiliated with who theyâre affiliated with?
...well, she typically lives on the west coast and... oscillates between morally grey and evil. these days, sheâs more often morally grey, but... besties... she still consumes the souls of men, so, like... :\ as for the hell lords, considering iâve already talked about her personal hell dimension... you know, itâs just her and all her buddies who also have their own dimensions of hell <3 also midnight sons just because... besties. sheâll help them out if theyâre in a bind, but she isnât gonna go out of her way for them.
who are their major friends, allies, and foes?
daimon hellstrom is no longer an enemy, just a bestie! super lame that he was a priest... like, bro, youâre the son of satan, even if it took you like... two decades to put two-and-two together :\ in addition, sheâs fond of johnny blaze ! but thatâs about it for real friends ! she definitely has some friendly acquaintances on both sides of the good and evil coin, but daimon and johnny are certainly the ones more worth noting... she also definitely has some sort of connection with dr. strange, but whether itâs positive or negative changes like the weather ! -- of course, the funny part is that those are also the folks who would be considered her foes :\ and, like... most superheroes :\ only other person sheâs ever truly cared about was michael heron #rip #lovethe70s #hercatwassaucy
whose hands do they believe the country should be in?
...kind of with harvey on this one that it should either be in the hands of herself, someone very much like herself, or no oneâs <3 but she wouldnât be as adamant about that. they better be super corrupt if they appear goody-goody though !
whatâs their current mental state at? their physical state?
honestly ? sheâs poppinâ ! really annoyed with the circumstances, but sheâs living her best life. physically speaking, sheâs also living her best life. this is all prone to change, but <3 good for her <3
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     â  iâve  been  to  a  lot  of  planets;   some  really  hot,  some  had  really  hot  aliens.   canât  say  iâve  been  to  hell  though.   whatâs  hell  like?  â   (  @gloryxagonyâ  )
space... how clichĂŠd. â well, thereâs no singular hell. itâs up to preference -- design and management. as for my own ? fashioned after dalĂ, picasso, and any given acid trip with jim morrison as the star attraction. â  all of the other hell dimensions ? so boring. â in any case, the damnation business is booming. sinner or saint, who would take mother teresa over keith moon ? â
a confused expression flashed across his face for a moment, however he didnât question her comment. he had met many strange and unusual people working as an x-men for so many years. â dem little alarms ? only for show , only tâing youâll get for setting off one of dem is a slap on dey wrist , â glancing around quickly, he dropped his voice and leaned closer before continuing, â far too busy for anything exciting , chère . only a fool would attempt sometâing like that , and remy ainât no fool . â he winked at the woman before resuming his previous position.  â personally , i find it overrated . certainly his most famous , but he got better ones . â
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â not a fan of living on the edge, i see ? â she joked, raising an eyebrow as she allowed her eyes to scan the room. such a shame for herself and mr. third-person ! â indulge satana, then: whatâs the best van gogh ? â keep carrying on a normal conversation for an art museum, though ? how terribly droll ! some spice needed to be added in somewhere, god knew. â iâve always been partial to the more abstract works, even the oversaturated ones. i mean, basic as being a picasso and dalĂ fan may be, their imaginations were impeccable -- and theyâre quite the interesting men. â
â guess i jinxed myself with all those jokes , because i really didnât see this coming . â
â maybe you shouldâve heeded the pussycat dollsâ warning. â hilarious. for someone often out of the loop with modern pop-culture ( especially now ? but, you know... always had a habit of it ), she deserved an award and a pat on the back. â be careful with what you wish for and all. â
Amora wasnât one to involve herself in human affairs. She found them to be annoying to put it nicely. However, she had certainly adjusted to being here. She knew what was class and what was trash so to speak.
Stepping into the higher class bar, she was going to at least enjoy herself. âA Manhattan please.â She said as she stood at the bar. As she watched her drink be made, she glanced over at an altercation that seemed to be happening between one of the waitresses and a customer. She watched for a moment before looking away, instead choosing to focus on her drink being made. They were humans. Glancing again, Amoraâs head tilted before she slowly approached, her physical allure alone stunning the man.Â
Before he could even utter a word, Amoraâs eyes locked with his as she pushed the glass left behind by a previous person. âYou donât want a margarita. You want a flat, half-empty beer.â She told him, looking him in the eyes as he happily obliged with the command as she handed him the leftover drink as he got up to leave. Though some people raised a brow at why he would listen to her so easily, Amora stayed quiet, leaning on the bar confidently. âHow quickly bravado fades.â Amora scoffed, sipping her drink.
@reshieldedstartâ
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â nice party trick, â she commented, raising an eyebrow as the woman she stood beside forced the man into drinking half a flat beer as opposed to the drink he had so desperately wanted from the waitress. â if you ask me, he deserves to be knocked down more than one peg, though. â with that, she held up a finger and began walking towards the man who was likely not expecting his dispute with the waitress to end in two women brainwashing him.
she didnât need her ability to first stun him -- it came with the succubi territory. however, to ensure his answer, when she reached him, he was properly engulfed. wide-eyed, a deer in headlights. thus, walking two fingers up his chest with one hand and grabbing his tie with the other, she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side, eye contact piercing. â what do you say we get out of here together tonight ? say, forty minutes ? â he nodded, overexcited, and followed along as she led him back to the woman previously beside her by his tie.
â everything will go in one ear and out the other now. â she turned back to the man and caressed his face. â youâre hopeless now, arenât you babe ? â placing a hand on his chest, she turned back to the other woman with a wry grin. â never met a man who could do this -- you think this is how he thought his night would end ? â
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art museums: the city was full of them. to any scoundrel, the walls of the museum of modern art were practically screaming for a heist⌠gambit was no exception. â the starry night ⌠magnifique , â he mused, turning his head to the person beside him, â i used tâteach art history ⌠yâreally canât appreciate it until yâright up close . â he leaned in closer to the famous painting, dangerously close to setting off the silent alarm.
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â shame you say this looking at a van gogh. i never did get to meet that man. â unfortunately, van gogh was âtoo goodâ -- but goddamn her if she hadnât gotten picasso to join her dimension ! why, he was the inspiration behind some of it ! â careful before you trip that alarm -- unless youâve already cased, that is, â she continued, standing up and nearing the painting he was staring at. maybe he was in a silly goofy mood! silly goofy and wanting to commit some fun art heist! â and what did you have to say about this one ? tell me thereâs reason beyond its clichĂŠd beauty for its commonality in schools and pop culture. âÂ
â you canât be serious !  â scott is five seconds from banging his head against a brick wall or flinging himself back into the quantum realm . this is humiliating .  â i canât believe they got that on camera . â
â oh, babe -- publicity is publicity is publicity, â she replied with an air of a joke. oh, how she would sooner have her own head on a platter and fed directly to her father than let a picture such as the one taken of him circulate... but it was true: publicity was publicity was publicity... â if itâs any consolation, itâs not... the worst picture iâve ever seen. definitely up there -- really high up there -- but not the worst. â
     ( @reshieldedstartâ ! )   â just play along - â  sheâll whisper into the otherâs ear  ,  before grinning at them .   â youâre here ! sorry ,  loves ,  my friend is here - i canât take any more photos .  iâll see you at my next show ,  okay ? contact my manager for tickets â- byeeeeee ! â  and sheâll drag [ YOUR MUSE ] and herself away from the crowd ,  around the corner until itâs finally quiet .   â sheesh ,  i owe you one .  you like boba by any chance ? iâm parched . â
before satana had a chance to get a word in edge-wise, she was being dragged -- physically dragged ! -- into a conversation, and then out of a conversation. hell knows she mustâve looked befuddled beyond belief in any of the pictures taken of that woman during her literal drags ( then again, part of that may have been the trip -- who was she if not a character whose comics had mostly been set in the 70s and, therefore, was basically just poppinâ lsd all the time ? ). shaking her head when they were... you know, not in that crowd anymore ( who were they trying to see ? who the hell was she with ? ), she looked at the woman from beneath furrowed eyebrows. what the fuck. â okay -- so, actually, first manner of business, who the hell are you ? â that was... more of a knock at her own self whose immediate first thought had been âwell, iâd know if we were in my hell dimension, so itâs not someone epic and dead.â â second manner of business -- ... sure. â