Lazy Kitsune Wrote:Name: Camelia
Age(in human years): 19
Bio: A young, by demon standards, succubus with a particularly noteworthy mischievous streak. Camelia has a fondness for the mortal realms and considers humans to be amusing entertainment. Not yet considered ready to be granted full independence, Camelia is supplementing her Final Trials with some in field experience, working evenings at a bar in the mortal realm, posing as a human bartender.
She is to serve drinks and tend to her patrons requests, same as any other bar. The only difference is this bar is managed by a God of Chaos. Camelia is expected to influence the lives of those who come to the bar to encourage change and freedom from restrictions.
However all things must be managed in moderation. If she gets too carried away she risks exposing herself and incurring the wrath of humans, the forces of Order or even her own boss.
Appearance:Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Chaos: 10%
County Corruption: 1%
Suspicion: 0%
Patron relationship: 50%
Welcome to the 2nd Circle Inn & Bar
A slightly worn sign with marquee letters glowed outside along with a neon red Vacancy sign that buzzed quite loudly. The occasional fly, moth and butterfly finding their way to the sign only to fall to the ground stunned. About 30 minutes from the nearest town and about 15 from from the nearest city the 2nd Circle was in the perfect place for people to lay over on their way into the city or on their way out to explore the countryside. But most important this place was a metaphorical crossroad as well as a literal one. Just off the turnpike of a major highway road the inn served as one of a few entry ways into the Mortal Realm, just far enough from prying eyes that allowed infiltration by denizens of Hell. Thankfully the inn itself was quite unremarkable. Its stone and brick construction having laid essentially unchanged for the last century outside of an occasional repainting of the exterior along with a bit of renovation update to expand the size of the Inn, bar and the parking lot.
Of course this place wouldnt be much without its employees and the most important of them was Xerxes, the Inn's patron and god of Chaos. A mysterious and blunt being they exist in multiple places at once, sowing little seeds of chaos into everything. Mostly through intermediaries, as subtly keeps the forces of Order unaware, but occasionally a bedazzled overstatement is needed to further their goals. Seated in a plush leather chair they sit with one leg neatly crossed over another, typing away at a laptop, a dark red pantsuit fitted to their every curve. The only motion you alerting you to the fact they've even acknowledged your presence was the fact that they pushed up their glasses and the mechanical sounds of their keyboard had ceased.
"So a new succubus to be hmm, been a while since one of your kind stopped by up here I think. Camelia. Cute name, cuter face. Hmm looks like you're approved. I take it you understand then your mission here?" They ask you with a slowly upraising eyebrow. Their golden eyes, the only hint of color to contrast their otherwise completely grey and black color scheme. Their voice was flat, but when then uncrossed their legs you saw the massive bulge of a being ready to pound your lights out on a whim.
Once you answered their preliminary question, they close their labtop. "First you're learning the ropes. Hailey's been here for a few months, until you can meet a few of your quotas shes your direct superior. Your first one will be showing me you wont go overboard with any of your corruptives, so no mind breaks for the first day." Their tone was sharp, indirectly threatening, though maybe that was how they spoke to everyone, especially new hires. Now go learn the ropes with Hailey." Xerxes dismisses you and goes back to typing on their laptop, that is unless you had any questions for them.
Otherwise you were left to your own devices as there was still a few hours before the bar opened. The Imps kept the inn, part of the 2nd Circle running on their own, doing their own little schemes while the higher order demons managed the bar, which was the more frequented part of the combo building. Still you could check on them if you wished and Xerxes certainly wouldnt mind you helping them out as long as it didnt interfere with your duties to the Bar. If they didnt interest you, the security station was manned by none other than the mysterious turncoat in a snazzy suit. You only knew her as Azami, whether or not that was her actual name was a mystery to you and the other grunts, but she would do anything for Xerxes that much is certain.
Last but not least was the bar, a neat little place that suited your own tastes quite well, though thanks to some trickery and magic was able to appear as most anything, even personalized to the individual walking in so they're more relaxed. Behind the counter the blue haired woman with a pitch black halo (a piece of plastic was attached to it by an imp to make it seem like a costume piece) stood wiping down a glass with a slight glower on her face.)
Important NPCs
Chaos incarnate: XerxesSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Fallen Angel and Rival Bartender: Hailey MorningstarSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Corrupted Order Agent and Bouncer: AzamiSpoiler (click to show/hide):