”It’s a surprise that the MCPD doesn’t need a coroner’s touch more often, dahling,
considering how powerful the people on this island can be…”
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considering how powerful the people on this island can be…”
Name: Kaliste Venus Proserpina.
Age: Twenty-five.
Birthday: June tenth.
Gender: Can be referred to as he/him or they/them, they’re not fussy about it.
Species: Undead half-demon.
Category: Citizen.
Career: Manta Carlos Police Department Coroner.
Appearance Description: With his willowy stature, dark sclera, and weird pink irises, Kali has a very dreamy look about him. His cherry hair is usually brushed back and braided neatly into various chic styles. Ebony horns curl outward from their skull, a hallmark of his demonic ancestry. In the same way, he sports a ropy tail long enough to drag on the ground behind him, tipped with a similarly dark point. He bears the smell of blood and death (and formaldehyde) as one might wear an exotic perfume. He also wears actual perfume on top of that; mmm, roses.
His garb highly depends on the day you meet him. Whatever he wears is guaranteed to be pink, gaudy, and silky — unless he is dressed for work. Then, he is predictably wearing close-toed shoes and a lab coat over whatever else he happens to be wearing. Science in safety, friends.
When cut, he bleeds hot pink.
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Personality Description: At heart, Kalist is a rare demon with a hankering for justice. Discrimination really batters his horns.
- Positive Traits: Kaliste tends to be charming, ambitious, enthusiastic, and hammy in everything he does. He isn’t the sort to squick out easily, and is capable of maintaining a professional affectation when he desires to do so.
- Negative Traits: All the same though, his tastes lean toward morbidity and the macabre, which can put folks off of him. He can be overly-flirtatious and uncomfortably blase about personal space. Very likely to snitch on illegal or harmful activities.
Biography: Content warning; sex references and bullying.
Growing up on Manta Carlos, Kaliste was always his Momma’s boy, and his Momma — a lust demoness and a barmaid — taught him three important things; treat others with dignity (while crushing those who don’t do the same), look out for your kin (blood or otherwise), and fuck whoever you damn well please (so long as consent + sanity are present in the equation).
Not everyone saw reality the same way that Momma did. Kaliste’s early years at the Academy were unluckily tainted by several bullies in his grade, the offspring of CAE devotees who inherited their parent’s biases as much as he did Momma’s. Their onslaught mainly constituted sexual jokes about his mother and the insinuation that he was an accident — which was, frankly, a truth, even if Momma considered it a happy mistake. He was going to suffer her same fate, they said. He was going to be a freaky whore’s son, a nobody working at a dead-end job, probably as a useless prostitute, spreading sin, disease, (and legs).
Now, Kaliste wasn’t very concerned about being sexually scandalous… but he wasn’t all that keen on the disrespect to him and his mother. Above all else, the demi-demon vowed to be successful.
In highschool and then college, Kaliste studied religiously, feeling a certain schadenfreude when he learned that a few of his old bullies dropped out. He devoted himself to his studies, a few local advocacy groups — mainly for demons, undead, vampires — and finally, to heading the sewing club. For a few years, it looked as if he would might a good dressmaker. After all, there were always specialty boutiques around town that catered to the island's plethora of unique body types, and they were always looking for decent interns. The promise of such a thing wasn’t quite enough for Kali. He didn’t want to be a simple emporium employee, nor did he find any interest in working his way up a hollow-rung’d corporate ladder.
No. He wanted to be more. And so Kaliste set off to medical school, and became a doctor of death.
Now that he’s completed all his required education, Kali has taken on a position as the MPC’s newest coroner. His job mainly consists of conducting postmortems, filing away evidence (corpses included), and crushing on Sergeant Genovese from a happy distance. He finds the dedication to justice inherent in such a position fulfilling.
Not everyone saw reality the same way that Momma did. Kaliste’s early years at the Academy were unluckily tainted by several bullies in his grade, the offspring of CAE devotees who inherited their parent’s biases as much as he did Momma’s. Their onslaught mainly constituted sexual jokes about his mother and the insinuation that he was an accident — which was, frankly, a truth, even if Momma considered it a happy mistake. He was going to suffer her same fate, they said. He was going to be a freaky whore’s son, a nobody working at a dead-end job, probably as a useless prostitute, spreading sin, disease, (and legs).
Now, Kaliste wasn’t very concerned about being sexually scandalous… but he wasn’t all that keen on the disrespect to him and his mother. Above all else, the demi-demon vowed to be successful.
In highschool and then college, Kaliste studied religiously, feeling a certain schadenfreude when he learned that a few of his old bullies dropped out. He devoted himself to his studies, a few local advocacy groups — mainly for demons, undead, vampires — and finally, to heading the sewing club. For a few years, it looked as if he would might a good dressmaker. After all, there were always specialty boutiques around town that catered to the island's plethora of unique body types, and they were always looking for decent interns. The promise of such a thing wasn’t quite enough for Kali. He didn’t want to be a simple emporium employee, nor did he find any interest in working his way up a hollow-rung’d corporate ladder.
No. He wanted to be more. And so Kaliste set off to medical school, and became a doctor of death.
Now that he’s completed all his required education, Kali has taken on a position as the MPC’s newest coroner. His job mainly consists of conducting postmortems, filing away evidence (corpses included), and crushing on Sergeant Genovese from a happy distance. He finds the dedication to justice inherent in such a position fulfilling.
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Active Abilities:
- In The Flesh: Kaliste has the rather uncanny ability to resurrect dead creatures… kind of. To do so requires him to temporarily store a little bit of his own life essence inside the vessel — soul, mana, whatever you may call it — which gives him a cute little puppet to dote over and command. Keeping three vessels animated at a time makes them very woozy. Five or more, and they pass out. All vessels become inanimate when they lose consciousness or fall asleep. He likes to attach buttons over the eyes of his favorites, and often uses them as extra hands, especially during his dissections.
- Poppet Master: Kaliste knows how to craft and use a useful tool of magic — poppets. A poppet is a small figure of a person, a doll in other words, which has a magi-tactile hold over a chosen victim. Holding the poppet underwater might give the victim the sensation of drowning. Slathering a healing salve over the doll might draw the pain out of the target’s wounds. If one is creative, it could be used to create more exotic sensations too…
- Whatever use Kaliste decides to go with, there are limits. He cannot directly kill or physically maim the victim, truly heal the victim, nor control the actions of the victim. All he does is cause phantom tactile sensations. Whether that be pain or pleasure is up to him.
- In order to utilize any given poppet, Kaliste has to put a sliver of his soul inside. Thus, use of a poppet counts as having an animated vessel active — this follows all the same restrictions as In The Flesh.
- The materials for a poppet are; a blank cloth doll, a bit of hair or nail or such from the victim, the trappings necessary to make the doll resemble the victim, and a smidge of patience.
- Ragdoll Regeneration: A separate ability from (but highly related to) Poppet Master. Kaliste possesses a small poppet — “Mini Me!” — sewn in his own image. It has a different use than their typical creations; self-necromancy. If he happens to die, his soul will flee to the poppet while his body slowly (and sometimes imperfectly) heals.
- The time it takes will depend on the nature of his death. The more whole his body is, the quicker it will go. The shortest period of time is, currently, a day. “Please, don’t bury me. It’ll take absolute ages to wash the dirt out of my hair.”
- While his body knits itself back into working order, Kali puppeteers his ragdoll vessel. As the poppet, he loses his ability perform magic; his physical strength is also diminished to that which you’d expect from a cloth doll with a wire frame.
- Kaliste is very vulnerable during the cooldown phase. If one were to destroy the poppet containing his soul before his body was ready to take it back in, it would kill him for real.
- A Helping… Tail?: Kaliste’s tail is prehensile, and can function a little like a third hand — albet, one with no fingers.
- Attraction Action: As his mother was a succubus, Kaliste lets off pheromones that “make him seem yummy” to those at a similar age to him. Folks with a sexual drive who happen to be around twenty to thirty in maturity will feel a mild physical attraction when in the same room as them. The allure can be ignored, but it’s… there.
- Self-Sustaining Soul: He also mysteriously require zero sleep or sustenance to function. “Oh, I’ve died a couple times. You don’t need any naps after waking up from the Eternal Rest!”
- Contractual Obligations: Kaliste feels very compelled to follow through with any contract he signs his name under. Neglecting to fulfill any written promise he’s made causes him mental anguish similar to a really, really bad headache until he rights his breach or is released from the contract. Yes, this includes Terms of Service. “See! This is exactly why I read the fine print, folks.”
- Holy Hydrophobia: Holy water mildly irritates Kaliste, leaving behind unseemly sunburn-like patches wherever it touches him. “Ow! What the unholy hell?”
- Light’s Blight: As a being of demonic descent, holy magics and healing spells cause Kaliste pain instead of relief.
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Common Magical Items: Wears an aura bracelet warning of his pheromones. Light pink, three notches.
Resources: Kaliste has a sweet apartment close to the station he works at. He also has…
- Assets Undead: In terms of favored vessels, Kaliste only has a skeletal zombie-sparrow dubbed Arie. Just wait a few decades, he’ll become an old cat person, but instead of cats, he’ll hoard dead things.
- Dollish Distractions:Kaliste currently possesses Mini Me and… that’s it. He’ll accumulate more poppets later, surely.
- Portable Sewing Kit: Warning; filled with sharp objects. Specifically, it holds a pack of large-eyed sewing needles, three spools of thread (blush, ivory, rose), a few yarns of fabric in those same colors, a blank poppet or two, a measuring ribbon, scissors, and a cushion of pins. All stabby things are made of well-polished iron, and all have been used as improvised weapons and medical tools at one time or another.
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Additional Information: Kaliste possesses a great plurality of themesongs.
- Likes: Small critters, challenging “projects”, affable flirtations with all manner of beings, the theatre, quiet time to cut up dead things, loud time to gossip, Sergeant Genovese, disney movies, casual hook-ups.
- Hates: Ugly color schemes and clothing combinations, injustice, the taste of alcohol, being belittled or dismissed unduely.
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