ISFP - 'The Adventurer'; ISFP personality types are true artists, but not necessarily in the typical sense where they’re out painting happy little trees. Often enough though, they are perfectly capable of this. Rather, it’s that they use aesthetics, design and even their choices and actions to push the limits of social convention. ISFPs enjoy upsetting traditional expectations with experiments in beauty and behavior – chances are, they’ve expressed more than once the phrase "Don’t box me in!"
Emerson is a bullshit artist; it's her thing. It always has been her thing. Since she was old enough to understand how shit the higher society were. She's brash and loud, exceptionally blunt and she does a lot of things for shock value. Half her life is just shock value. Her moods swing pretty constantly back and forth, and it's between mellow and destructive that they swing. She's never had a good handle on her temper, never been exceptionally good at finding a good way to vent her frustrations without violence or destruction, but she's largely fine with it.
She's very much an asshole, and she embraces that too. She's never tried to be the nice girl, or even the likeable girl to an extent, because she's always really seen herself as the girl that fucks things up; she'll steal, fuck, cheat and ruin anything if she just wants it enough and doesn't really care what it is or who it belonged to in the first place. She's a lot damaged but she doesn't really give off the impression that she wants to be fixed, or that she's not okay with being damaged. She enjoys the turmoils she spreads too much.
Anger, jealousy and ego really drive Emerson's interactions, and while she can and does form friendships, there's usually a level of give and take to be had from them.
That said, she's very much just about enjoying life, and everything in it -mostly the violence. She's not seeking a higher purpose, she really doesn't care for the end of times or having more power. As long as she's largely in control of her own life, that's all she needs to keep her moving along with a degree of contentment.
Fun comes before most other things, and fun comes in lots of shapes and sizes. Emerson is very much about enjoying the sins of the flesh -be it with violence or sex, and if you mix the two, she's even happier. She doesn't fret about gender and has very little limits when it comes to sex, if it feels good, it's all good. She has no problem using sex as a weapon, or her body as a tool, she's had even less issues with it since the demon riding around with her amplified all these traits.
abilities & skills
enhanced speed, strength and durability; normally inflicted wounds do not last, even what would be a death blow for a human, unless with a specific instrument to kill a demon.
ability to possess a host, does not need consent and can over power the host. leaves a sulphur residue, host's eyes turn pure black upon possession.
often disrupt nearby electronics with close presence.
injuries that would be fatal to humans, such as broken necks or gunshot wounds, have very little - if any - affect on demons. damage done to the host does not affect the demon, although injury to the host will return if the demon vacates the host.
demons never tire, they don't need food, sleep or water. these things are more habit than necessity.
a minor skill, the ability to throw people or things back using mental force.
demons are weak to salt and holy water, which can be used to trap or stop them, a devils trap can trap them in one location within the symbol. iron burns the host, which does affect the demon.
into the past
Centuries ago, there was a man. There were many men, but this one was important. Or so he liked to think. He was in no way exemplary; wasn't exceptionally bright or charming, he struggled to relate to people in most fashions. He was not special. But he was important. Or he would be.
As was prone to happening in the world, this man's village was subject to oppression. With few to defend it, it was easily raided, month after month. Death tolls were normal occurrence and no one could stop it. But while he was not an intelligent man, he was an ambitious man. Driven by a need to be important, to be special, to do something others would speak of, to matter.
He found his way in the occult, whispers spoken in hushed corners. The ingredients were simple, and the outcome seemed worthy. A deal made at the cross split, among the paths for four villages, the man made a deal. The solution to his villages problem, his importance, and a price to pay. When all your aspirations and dreams are about to be known, ten years seems like a lifetime away.
The man made his deal. He stopped the raids, joined the four villages together, offered the protection out and before long had a kingdom of his own to rule. For ten years he was the most important man to those people, although he ruled hard and firm, he was important. The most important. And then his time ran out.
There is little worse than trying to renege on a deal made on the crossroads, and there is little more futile. Payment was, of course, his soul, and it was taken with extreme prejudice.
Within mere years, the man's name was forgotten. He was not important in death.
HELL & TORMENT
Hell is not easy. Not entirely surprising, considering the point of hell was not to be easy. Years pass, torture and pain, manipulation, torment. Every second for the rest of existence. Surviving it is not an option, you do not survive, but persevere.
Crawling out of hell was just as painful as falling into it. The agony and torment lingering. Twisted and tormented, clawing out of the depth of the pit, there was only one way to go; twist and torment everything else. After centuries of torture, it was a long ride through humanity, using whatever body was viable for a quick, brutal thrill before moving to the next one.
Leaving trails of destruction behind, bodies and fires and suffering, enjoying the torment that it could unleash, it wasn't long before the wrong attention caught up. Going back to hell was a severe punishment, the price paid for underestimating humans, and while the name of the being that cause it was lost to the creature on the road back to hell, the stench of it's soul wasn't.
Revenge is a poor substitute for purpose, decaying and vile, but stoking the fires of rage and anger help keep the drive going. Especially when the gates of hell open up once again.
EMERSON & PRIVILEGE
Growing up in high society tends to be the life of privilege, occasionally the pressure being the only downside. For Emerson it was slightly different. She attended all the right schools, had the money and the name to go far, but with one draw back. She was a bastard.
Emerson and her older brother, Lyndsey, were born to Diane Lane, the mistress of Morris Royce, a real estate mogul in Boston, connected to suspicious guys and crooked cops through the city. Diane was in no way a secret, not even to her lovers wife, something that just increased the gossip and stares. Diane didn't care how she came by the money she had, so long as it kept coming. Morris Royce had his heir in his legitimate son, Brett, and shortly following Emerson's birth his wife birthed a daughter too, ensuring that neither Emerson nor her brother were threats to the family legacy or continued business.
Of course, living such a life, with everyone knowing just who and what your life entailed, it could embitter anyone. And Emerson was one such person, turning mean and rude and caustic towards many. She took up numerous bad habits, just in an attempt to sully any reputation that might be connected to her last name. In the end, it was likely the partial cause of her own downfall.
OCCULTS & PASSENGERS
Emerson wasn't picky about her cohorts, often with a rough crowd and people that most shouldn't involve themselves with. One such group were heavily interested in the occult. Emerson didn't rightly care too much about it, but she went along with things for the sake of a good time, despite her brother requesting she be cautious about her friends. She didn't listen, resulting in a deeper involvement with the group and eventually an attempted gathering gone horribly wrong.
The group may have been interested in the occult, but they were in no way intelligent about their dealings with it. Using foolish jokes and reading from books they rightly didn't understand. It culminated on one night, in an abandoned insane asylum from the 1800s, closed and in disrepair, the group thought it an ideal 'spooky' setting to attempt a seance. Instead the night ended in several dead and three possessed in what turned out to be the ideal spot for idiots to succumb to demonic possession.
Emerson and two others ended up in the back seat of their own lives as the demons took hold and sunk in deep. Being a mass of rage, repression and bitterness, Emerson wasn't at all equipped to knock out the being that took over.
EMBRACING THE DARK
Following centuries in hell, briefly released and sent back, tortured and tormented and twisted, the demon was more than ready to wreck havoc again. Emerson left Boston, heading to New York to get lost in the throng of people and the thrum of the city. Money was no object and soon the darker wants and desires rose up, Emerson was cruel and fairly brutal, the shared memories of childhood resulting in a drive to throw turmoil wherever they went. After a year of living hard and fast and violent, Emerson gave in entirely to the possession, resulting effectively in the host relinquishing her ability to fight back, effectively, if the demon left her, she'd die.
New York was home for a year or two, before she moved onwards, tearing through another state and leaving a wake of bodies and victims. Emerson found herself making the acquaintance of a witch, so caught up in the quest for knowledge that he couldn't see the darker tendrils making their marks. Instead of ruining him outright, she made a friend; offering up the darker, seedier parts of the magical world for him in exchange for favours owed.
Eventually, Emerson learned that the King of Hell himself was in Seattle, being the good little demon she was, she slunk her way there, all the while cajoling her dear little witch to shuffle his pretty self there too. It's not a secret that she's lowest on the totem pole, disdain is usually evident, but Lucifer's distaste doesn't lessen the need to appease, Emerson willing to answer his beck and call whenever to do whatever.
It's not really the most ideal place if she's honest; the mix of all the species is specifically complicated, with angels, demons and deities all sharing the same town. But there are investments being made, and plenty of work. Following a period of plotting with a Templar Knight that had a certain bend towards darkness, Emerson's plans were knocked downward by Beelzebub's interference. That was halted by the Templars in a major way and Emerson had to regroup, moving on from that.
With Lucifer and Lilith around, she's rarely hurting for jobs. Her favourite crossroads demon is in town, Belphegor is an ideal lounging partner and Mammon is never hurting for jobs that need doing. So no, Seattle isn't ideal. Since the Templar that exorcised the demon previously is here, but it's not a total sucker place.
At least it wouldn't be if it would stop trying to end the world on the regular.
BACK IN BLACK
exists in varying shades of black; it's the most ominous colour going and it hides blood stains. so that's two birds, one stone
BITTER LITTLE PILL
will take any and all opportunity to fuck over her younger half-sister; because that's what her life is for. she actually got a witch to curse her sister on her wedding day, it was wonderful
most of the time it's hard to tell if it's Emerson driving, or the demon; the tell is usually in the eyes, but Emerson has a tendency to stay mostly in control while following the demon's directions. they appear more like equal partners at times
bleeding on from her wealthy upbringing, Emerson appreciates the finer things, including to die for couture. she murdered a model in New York just for her handbag
the violent tendencies are all Emerson; she's built up so much rage and anger in her life that it takes very little to push her over the edge. her temper is on a very short fuse and her lack of morality is only enhanced by her demon
following a stabbing in California the host body is dead; should Emerson ever be exorcised she will die without the demon to sustain/heal/repair her body
is entirely convinced that she's baby sitting a Hell Knight, but can't bring herself to care because it's fun as fuck. belphegor is the only Hell Knight she's met that hasn't made her roll her eyes. even when she gets cheeto dust everywhere
will talk to herself when she's engaging in conversation with the demon inside; it's impolite to ignore people. they have a lot of inside jokes and it sometimes comes off as crazy, but who cares