Tell Me What You Know about the Night Terrors, Every Night.
THE FEVER DREAM
The Drugs
​Triumph's mental state is entirely dependent on her drug use at the time. At current, she is the only person subject to the Draconian Queen's new hybrid Seraph blood... though at her own insistance.
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While it's conceivable that the blood could have the same effects on another, there is no evidence to back this up, nor would it be allowed by any other... especially Triumph, who keeps what she's given under lock and key as her most important possession.
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In order to keep her high, she must redose within sixteen hour periods. If she doesn't, the flood of memories lost to the haze returning, as well as the slow painful return of her true form is agonizing enough to completely incapacitate her for a matter of days. Withdrawal lasts no less than two weeks.
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Effects of the blood are immediate, like a jolt of adrenaline which make everything PRIOR to when she began using seem more like distant dreams. Coming in contact with anyone she knew before this point is more like seeing someone you feel you've met in the past, but can't quite put a finger on. It's possible she may get fleeting gut feelings associated with people, things, and places that are familiar to her.
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Oddly, memories before the day she became Draconian (First 100 years of her life or so) are perfectly clear, as they never had been since then.
Truth: Sobriety
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Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Uninterested
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Mental State: Manic Depressive
Personality: Measured, Introverted, Untrusting, Paranoid. When actually interacting, tends to be Sarcastic, Generally irritated.
Deity: Greco-Roman Pantheon
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Likes: Whiskey, Cake, Seemingly destructive tasks, Confidence, Faithfulness, Snark, Observating the world at a distance.
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Dislikes: Bubbly people, Anything that reminds her of home or her past, Herself half of the time, Unexplainable Happiness in Action, Any deep emotional feeling that is unwelcome to her.
The Haze: Drug-Induced
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Orientation: Bisexual (Male Preference)
Relationship Status: Intrigued
Alignment: Apathetic, Out for her own Gain, regardless of right or wrong.
Mental State: Hypomanic
Personality: Calm, Open, Erratic, Almost entirely driven by whatever feels right to her at the time. Still incredibly sarcastic, but more playful. Rebellious.
Deity: Greco-Roman Pantheon, in name only. Blood gives her a slight complex given it's origins.
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Likes: Whiskey, Cake, Confidence, Anything that shines, defying rules for fun, gifts, Attractive people and clothing... anything that is pleasing to the senses.
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Dislikes: Withdrawal, Opinions of others, Being asked anything about the part of her life she's willingly given up, heartache, any feeling that causes her even momentary sobriety. Authority, though she will listen to Sol for the sake of her drug.
The Drugs
While far more erratic in behavior, her moods are now motivated entirely by the chemical reaction of her mind to the drugs... making her surprisingly easier to interact with than previously. This new mindset on the femme feels less responsibility than previously, spending almost of all of her time amusing herself in some fashion or another. At times she can be cruel and dismissive, but she's more likely to use those around her for entertainment, company or playthings, depending on their mentalities. Submissive only when she sees an intriguing prospect, this femme is not one to allow herself to be used or abused unless she's in it for the excitement.
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Has little to no true regard left for others however, and while she may be kind to some, flirtacious to others... the chance that she's formed any sort of attachment to another person in this state is highly unlikely. Now considers herself to be free from worry or consequence.
YOU MAKE ME
WANNA HURT YOU...
So I can be the one to Shift your Shape.
Shape Shifting
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As long as Triumph is drug-induced shifting, the shift is fluid and fairly beautiful to watch. Much like her Draconian armor, her transformations appear like molten gold running over her body, before rippling away into their end result... Most of this is hidden by light expelled around her for protection, meaning she must shift in safe areas.
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The shift BACK when she's coming down is INTENSELY painful and incapacitating. Especially coming from a form with wings, where the attachments will essentially wither and die, fur and bones shuddering at a crawl back to their norm. In this scenario, her eyes become her torture, and often she'll lose her site for a day or two.
