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bluerosedreams) wrote2015-03-24 11:26 am
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Conchita App Monad
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IC Information
Name: Banica Conchita
Canon: Evillious Chronicles
Gender: Female
Age: 29
History: Now, eat it all!
Personality: Conchita is a woman who is more monster than human at this point, with her main concern being her unending appetite. There is little that will stop her from eating anything and everything, and usually, it’s her own mood and discretion. Still, there is at least one thing she wouldn’t eat, and that is her own son. Not that it matters now—she herself didn’t recognize her affections for the child (most likely due to having no concept of a healthy, loving relationship with a mother) and instead used the child to spite the demon.
Which brings us to our next factor. She’s incredibly stubborn and does not like being ordered around. She doesn’t care what it’s about, Conchita is a master of her own fate—for better or for worse. Even if it means her own death, if someone tries to push her the other way, she will often gladly walk towards that. This was seen even as early as the Demon tempting her, where it had to coerce her with the promise of the taste of new foods to get her to contract.
Leading into out next thing: Conchita is a gourmet. She wants to taste anything and everything. If it exists, she can eat it—and will. She doesn’t care what or who it is, if it has loved ones, if it’s some rare artifact, whatever. She will try to eat it. In fact, he goal now is to eat the entire world until nothing is left and it all melts away in her stomach acids.
Of course, none of this means she doesn’t care about anything else. Indeed, she does care about a select few others. She just also has a very warped view of everything. She loved Carlos, and is still hurt by his death, seeing it as him just running away. And she did care about the twins, Arte and Pollo. But this doesn’t mean she wouldn’t eat them, ever. Indeed, they all ended up in her stomach, and she herself had gained an intense fear of being left behind as well as resigning herself to the fact that no one would ever want to be with her. She also doesn’t have the best self-esteem, given she locked herself away instead of dealing with questions over her miraculous recovery and loss of weight.
Conchita is a very smart woman, though. She’s shown as capable of leading an undead army and still overseeing her territory while in the midst of devouring things in her castle. She’s a warlord—and she knows how to work the battlefield in her favor quite well, even getting a slight thrill out of the violence.
As briefly mentioned previously, Conchita deals with problems by pretending they don’t really exist. She is in control, she thinks, at all times. There is nothing wrong, ever, and she can fix it if it is. She’ll ignore problems that she can’t deal with or doesn’t feel like dealing with, including that she’ll lock herself away from questioning. Or she’ll kill someone if they annoy or bother her. It’s not a very healthy coping mechanism.
Powers/Abilities: Oh boy. There’s a lot of them. Her more mundane talents and abilities include fast and vast food intake. She is unmatched in it, and easily won eating contests. She is also able to figure out ingredients based on scent alone. Her magical abilities, because of her contract and now replacing the Demon of Gluttony, include the ability to heal from most anything. She can digest anything, too, and even poisons will only temporarily numb her. On top of that, she can reanimate the dead. (Although her wiki entry says only those killed by Gula disease, there is a single anomaly in Ron Grapple who was murdered by Arte and Pollo, so it appears this was not always true.)
Keepsakes/Mementos: A red-tinted wine glass, a bottle containing gold shavings, a black hairbow and a yellow necktie.
Sample: It had been an interesting talk, really. Or so she’d say if she weren’t wanting to roll her eyes at the demon. The red mist forming around her, trying to force her to eat her child because he happened to be something the demon had called a vaccine… Not that she cares. Not that she’ll ever care. The demon says she’s dying from something she ingested back when Carlos died, and is trying to force her to do something she doesn’t want to do. And she had come to realize the demon’s true nature by now. A big, fat, squealing, red pig. She wouldn’t do as it desired. No pig would order her around. Conchita is unamused.
Is there really nothing left to eat besides the child?
…Ah. No. There is something. A wicked grin stretches across her face.
“…There’s still something left to eat.”
She gazes at her right hand, lifting it up. Ah, yes. There’s still something left. She can hear the demon screaming at her. Don’t do anything stupid, it says. She refuses to listen. She won’t be spurned by a demon, won’t listen to it, won’t be controlled by it any longer.
“Ah, myself… I wonder what you taste like?”
No one else would get this pleasure of knowing what she, who had tasted so much in the world, would taste like. It would just be her treat alone. And even with the demon screaming in her mind, begging her not to, exerting more of its presence to try and stop her. But it had been weakened for so long because of Carlos’ actions. If she sees him in the afterlife, she’d have to thank him, really. But for the moment…
She opens her mouth wide, her hand being shoved into her mouth. Even as the demon screams, even as it hurts (but she had been hurting for so long, really, so what difference does this make?), she bites off her own fingers, her own hand, and scarfs them down. And then, licking her lips of the blood, she moves on.
The infant is crying, the demon begging and squealing and crying and forcing that red mist upon her, but still she continues on. She latches onto the stub of her wrist, continuing downward, crunching through bone and muscle and sinew to devour and bite off another piece. One bite at a time, until her first arm is finished. And then she moves to her second arm. And there is laughter between bites, as she is victorious. No longer will she be spurned and controlled and ordered around by this pig.
Instead, she bites through her other arm and moves to her own legs. And it’s much the same, ripping through cloth and scarfing it down along with her own flesh and bone. But she cares not. She’ll die on her terms, she’ll take her own life into her own hands and do as she pleases. The world is hers, after all. Not that demon’s! So with laughter, she goes back to herself, devouring and drinking in her own blood.
In the end, the room is left empty with only the wailing infant on a plate and a wine glass sitting in a puddle of blood on the floor. Conchita had managed to devour herself.
Mindset: To be honest, Conchita won’t care. She’ll just want to know where the food is—like in life, it’s her first priority. She was in charge of her own death, so she gives no fucks about what her afterlife is so long as she gets to continue to eat whatever.
G̶̶l̨͡i̵͢t̷c͝͠h̕é͠s̷̷͡: Conchita’s weaknesses are largely emotional. She is physically strong and such. However, that doesn’t mean that her emotional weaknesses aren’t strong. She is still heavily traumatized by the death and actions of her mother—her mother forcing her to eat everything (to the point that she still recited her mother’s mantra of “eat everything or you will be punished” even close to her death), as well as the nature in which Meguru died (cut down by Conchita’s own father, Muzuri). Likewise, she is still very attached to her father and would do much for him, including that one of the first things the Demon tempter her with was the completion of Blood Grave, which was made for her father—and her denial at that was that the one it was made for was gone, anyway.
However, her biggest weakness is brought about by Carlos. Her own inability to save him, her own inability to keep him from leaving her even though she loved him. He still ran away from her in the end, and she came to realize everyone would leave her of their own accord in the end, regardless of what she desired. She despises feeling helpless, and sees herself as largely such without her powers, too.
Canon: Evillious Chronicles
Gender: Female
Age: 29
History: Now, eat it all!
Personality: Conchita is a woman who is more monster than human at this point, with her main concern being her unending appetite. There is little that will stop her from eating anything and everything, and usually, it’s her own mood and discretion. Still, there is at least one thing she wouldn’t eat, and that is her own son. Not that it matters now—she herself didn’t recognize her affections for the child (most likely due to having no concept of a healthy, loving relationship with a mother) and instead used the child to spite the demon.
Which brings us to our next factor. She’s incredibly stubborn and does not like being ordered around. She doesn’t care what it’s about, Conchita is a master of her own fate—for better or for worse. Even if it means her own death, if someone tries to push her the other way, she will often gladly walk towards that. This was seen even as early as the Demon tempting her, where it had to coerce her with the promise of the taste of new foods to get her to contract.
Leading into out next thing: Conchita is a gourmet. She wants to taste anything and everything. If it exists, she can eat it—and will. She doesn’t care what or who it is, if it has loved ones, if it’s some rare artifact, whatever. She will try to eat it. In fact, he goal now is to eat the entire world until nothing is left and it all melts away in her stomach acids.
Of course, none of this means she doesn’t care about anything else. Indeed, she does care about a select few others. She just also has a very warped view of everything. She loved Carlos, and is still hurt by his death, seeing it as him just running away. And she did care about the twins, Arte and Pollo. But this doesn’t mean she wouldn’t eat them, ever. Indeed, they all ended up in her stomach, and she herself had gained an intense fear of being left behind as well as resigning herself to the fact that no one would ever want to be with her. She also doesn’t have the best self-esteem, given she locked herself away instead of dealing with questions over her miraculous recovery and loss of weight.
Conchita is a very smart woman, though. She’s shown as capable of leading an undead army and still overseeing her territory while in the midst of devouring things in her castle. She’s a warlord—and she knows how to work the battlefield in her favor quite well, even getting a slight thrill out of the violence.
As briefly mentioned previously, Conchita deals with problems by pretending they don’t really exist. She is in control, she thinks, at all times. There is nothing wrong, ever, and she can fix it if it is. She’ll ignore problems that she can’t deal with or doesn’t feel like dealing with, including that she’ll lock herself away from questioning. Or she’ll kill someone if they annoy or bother her. It’s not a very healthy coping mechanism.
Powers/Abilities: Oh boy. There’s a lot of them. Her more mundane talents and abilities include fast and vast food intake. She is unmatched in it, and easily won eating contests. She is also able to figure out ingredients based on scent alone. Her magical abilities, because of her contract and now replacing the Demon of Gluttony, include the ability to heal from most anything. She can digest anything, too, and even poisons will only temporarily numb her. On top of that, she can reanimate the dead. (Although her wiki entry says only those killed by Gula disease, there is a single anomaly in Ron Grapple who was murdered by Arte and Pollo, so it appears this was not always true.)
Keepsakes/Mementos: A red-tinted wine glass, a bottle containing gold shavings, a black hairbow and a yellow necktie.
Sample: It had been an interesting talk, really. Or so she’d say if she weren’t wanting to roll her eyes at the demon. The red mist forming around her, trying to force her to eat her child because he happened to be something the demon had called a vaccine… Not that she cares. Not that she’ll ever care. The demon says she’s dying from something she ingested back when Carlos died, and is trying to force her to do something she doesn’t want to do. And she had come to realize the demon’s true nature by now. A big, fat, squealing, red pig. She wouldn’t do as it desired. No pig would order her around. Conchita is unamused.
Is there really nothing left to eat besides the child?
…Ah. No. There is something. A wicked grin stretches across her face.
“…There’s still something left to eat.”
She gazes at her right hand, lifting it up. Ah, yes. There’s still something left. She can hear the demon screaming at her. Don’t do anything stupid, it says. She refuses to listen. She won’t be spurned by a demon, won’t listen to it, won’t be controlled by it any longer.
“Ah, myself… I wonder what you taste like?”
No one else would get this pleasure of knowing what she, who had tasted so much in the world, would taste like. It would just be her treat alone. And even with the demon screaming in her mind, begging her not to, exerting more of its presence to try and stop her. But it had been weakened for so long because of Carlos’ actions. If she sees him in the afterlife, she’d have to thank him, really. But for the moment…
She opens her mouth wide, her hand being shoved into her mouth. Even as the demon screams, even as it hurts (but she had been hurting for so long, really, so what difference does this make?), she bites off her own fingers, her own hand, and scarfs them down. And then, licking her lips of the blood, she moves on.
The infant is crying, the demon begging and squealing and crying and forcing that red mist upon her, but still she continues on. She latches onto the stub of her wrist, continuing downward, crunching through bone and muscle and sinew to devour and bite off another piece. One bite at a time, until her first arm is finished. And then she moves to her second arm. And there is laughter between bites, as she is victorious. No longer will she be spurned and controlled and ordered around by this pig.
Instead, she bites through her other arm and moves to her own legs. And it’s much the same, ripping through cloth and scarfing it down along with her own flesh and bone. But she cares not. She’ll die on her terms, she’ll take her own life into her own hands and do as she pleases. The world is hers, after all. Not that demon’s! So with laughter, she goes back to herself, devouring and drinking in her own blood.
In the end, the room is left empty with only the wailing infant on a plate and a wine glass sitting in a puddle of blood on the floor. Conchita had managed to devour herself.
Mindset: To be honest, Conchita won’t care. She’ll just want to know where the food is—like in life, it’s her first priority. She was in charge of her own death, so she gives no fucks about what her afterlife is so long as she gets to continue to eat whatever.
G̶̶l̨͡i̵͢t̷c͝͠h̕é͠s̷̷͡: Conchita’s weaknesses are largely emotional. She is physically strong and such. However, that doesn’t mean that her emotional weaknesses aren’t strong. She is still heavily traumatized by the death and actions of her mother—her mother forcing her to eat everything (to the point that she still recited her mother’s mantra of “eat everything or you will be punished” even close to her death), as well as the nature in which Meguru died (cut down by Conchita’s own father, Muzuri). Likewise, she is still very attached to her father and would do much for him, including that one of the first things the Demon tempter her with was the completion of Blood Grave, which was made for her father—and her denial at that was that the one it was made for was gone, anyway.
However, her biggest weakness is brought about by Carlos. Her own inability to save him, her own inability to keep him from leaving her even though she loved him. He still ran away from her in the end, and she came to realize everyone would leave her of their own accord in the end, regardless of what she desired. She despises feeling helpless, and sees herself as largely such without her powers, too.