Delilah
From Axalon RPG
DELILAH
Aliases: None she's giving
Faction: Predacons
Sub-Group: Faust's inner circle
Function: Retriever
Type: Beast Warrior
Beast Mode: Octopus
Gender: Female
Size: Small (7 ft)
Theme Song:
"Circle of Snakes"- Danzig
"Good Manners And Customs"- Guilty Gear X2 soundtrack
Statistics (Sum of 63)
Strength: 5
Stamina: 6
Speed: 10
Skill: 9
Aim: 7
Firepower: 6
Intelligence: 7
Discipline: 5
Luck: 8
Quotes (Optional) "If wishes were fishes...I'd be a deranged cephalopod covered in chains with a cute butt. Oh, wait!"
"(deep voice) "THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES. OH, THE THINGS I WILL SHOW TO YOU. DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A DAMN WHAT GOD THINKS?!!"
"Your Pinhead impression sucks, Delilah."
"Why don't I just nail a couple dozen of them into your skull and you give it a shot, Mr. Movie Quotes Critic Guy?"
"Bored now."
Appearance ·Beast Mode: In Beast Mode, Delilah takes the form of a jet black octopus that looks like it swam up from the deepest and dankest ichor pools of Hell. The more tropical area thereof, anyway. Her robot appendages fold into the body, which unfurls a set of eight long tentacles, each with a barbed lining and small spike-rimmed suction cups. The octopus' eyes gleam red and, in a strange and disconcerting effect, the head has a wide, round snout protruding out. It flexes and growls and can spit large objects out, and is lined on the inside with many rows of teeth. In water, she's fast, maneuverable, and deadly. On land, not so much.
·Robot Mode: Delilah is a cute, petite femmebot whose body is painted a mix of dark colors- black body paint and her armor a murky red. Her shoulder plating is dented in places from the numerous times people have tried to kill her, ringed at the edges with small spikes, more for appearance than for actually being able to impale anything. She wears a loose utility belt at her waist and has narrow gauntlets on her wrists and blocky leg coverings extending to her knee joints. Her hands and feet are small and feminine. Her most notable features include the eight long, black, spiked chains worming around her body at all time. Their maximum length is undetermined and they seem to have minds of their own, coiling and snapping around Delilah's body. Her other most notable feature is her face, reputed to be quite cute, but nobody knows on account of the mask covering it. It's colored pale blue, with little pink markings on the cheeks like spots of rouge. There's a small smile painted on and a carved-out nub nose and arcing optic ridges over the round eye-holes. Her optics glow red in the darkness under these holes. She has metallic strands of tendril-like silvery hair hanging to her waist behind the mask and dangling just over the top of the mask. She's always standing in an odd way or perched in some new spot, and has a perky, light voice emanating from the bizarrely cute mask.
Skills: Diving Athletics Acrobatics Expert: Carving
Traits: Insanity's Many Faces- When Delilah joined Faust's inner circle of guardians, he granted her a unique power to aid his cause- she draws power from masks, believing them to contain a piece of the depicted person's soul, and takes that piece into herself when she wears a mask. She then undergoes a physical and mental transformation, looking like a slightly skewed version of that person or creature, and taking on aspects of their personality. She also assimilates one of their powers or skills while wearing the mask- i.e., while wearing a painstakingly crafted Lightspeed mask, she might gain the power to jam transmissions or glow in the dark. If one were to see her taking on the guise of their friend, the less perceptive might note how their friend was looking 'a little off'. This power has limitations- it won't hold up to in-depth scans, and Delilah can only wear a face for so long before she risks taking that piece of the depicted person's soul into herself permanently, becoming a twisted mirror image of them.
Armament: Chains- Delilah's most notable weapons, utilities, transportation, and best friends all in one are the eight vicious-looking chains whipping and snapping around her body. Each one seems to have a mind of its own, extending to an unknown maximum length and proving resistant to sharp or blunt objects, heat, cold, and magnetics. The links are lined with spikes, and each chain ends in a blunt, smoothed-out iron hook. In addition to striking and ensnaring opponents, they make handy shields, grappling lines, cradles, and so forth.
Personality: Delilah is a disturbing presence, a giggling teenage girl who will entice a boy into a dark alley while fiddling with a sharp knife behind her back. Ever since the age she was taken from her loving uncle and exposed to some of the worst the galaxy- existence itself, rather- had to offer, she's coped with a slow and possibly irreversible descent into sadism and madness. She lives a life of hedonism, flitting from place to place, and only vaguely following her higher objectives.
Although she's quite giving with her physical affection- Delilah has taken many lovers of different factions, species, genders and planes of existence- it's been so long since she really loved someone that she's not 100% sure what the word means anymore. She'll say 'oh, you're so funny, I love you!' but it's casual and it's usually before she ties someone up in her chains and either takes them for a ride or slices them into pieces. The other members of Faust's inner circle give her a wide berth and she's not much for professional courtesy anyhow. One thing that can be said for Delilah is that she can be made to respect people, and this is how: Pain = respect. The more someone hurts her, the more she will come to respect and admire them for their ability to do that to her. With her powers, it's not something many can do. The handful of times she's been defeated in battle, she was seen following the victor to their home and watching them with fascination, giggling under her mask and scratching out a note in the fashion of 'Do you like me? _Yes _No _Maybe". If this seems childish, that's about right- Delilah is still something of a spoiled girl, prone to the occasional fit of temper when she doesn't get her way, as well as mood swings and bouts of hyperactivity.
As Faust's third guardian, Insanity, she's elated to not only have an ambiguous sense of purpose that makes her feel all important and stuff, she's happy to have an almost fatherly figure to take her under his wing. The grim, silent Faust provides little comforts, but she clings to his side all the same, eager to please. When he is not around, Delilah excels at entertaining herself. During her brief time in limbo, she acquired a skill for whittling, and loves picking up a hunk of wood and working at it with a knife while her chains smooth down the parts she finishes. In her prior life, Delilah was known as a vain, superficial girl, and a piece of that remains today- she wears the mask to hide her 'hideous face-ruining scar' and has become obsessed with masks. These are the number one thing she likes to carve, and is always working on a new mask, usually of people she has met. She also likes teddy bears, long peaceful laps around the ocean, and a good electric guitar riff.
History: Delilah was originally constructed under the name of Calamari, a simple-minded but good-hearted valley girl type who lived on Cybertron, sheltered under the watchful eyes of a network of security guards, aides, and assistant shoppers- all paid for by her very rich, very influential, very politically important uncle Seaclamp, one of the three members of the Tripredacus Council. Cal jumped around from civilian to a very brief stint in the Predacon military to government aide to receptionist. She was happy to take calls and direct visitors, unaware that a trio of rogue Vehicons, a new caste of prototypical robots, had her marked for kidnapping. These three Vehicons, going by the names Cyclepath, Roadkill, and Gauntlet, managed to find Calamari on one of her rare moments free of her uncle's guards and snatch her up, escaping into deep space.
It was a short while before the guards were aware of Calamari's absence, and her influential uncle quickly scrambled Predacon police forces across Cybertron and into Cybertronian airspace to find her. By then, it was too late- by virtue of an advanced sentient engine, the kidnappers' vehicle was already well past their influence. The Vehicons charted their course and, in between working on the ship or battling it out with one another, made a hobby of regularly taunting, tormenting, and torturing Calamari. During the long journey to parts unknown, as it became more and more apparent no one would find them, Calamari's hope dwindled and she became resigned to the verbal and physical abuse, crouched in the corner of her cell until she heard the well-known cackles and buzzsaw grinds around the corner and the familiar shadows growing on the wall.
Over time, Calamari grew from a state of numb acceptance to, perhaps worse, one of a slowly growing desire to please her omnipresent captors, to make them spare the rod by laughing at their jokes and requesting more hits. They eventually unlocked her cell, allowing her to mingle amongst them- the handful of unfortunate ships besieged by the passing Vehicons could attest to seeing a giggling, beat-up octopus girl hanging sycophantically off of Roadkill or Cyclepath. She began glamming herself up for her captors with her personal makeup supply, lamenting the one facial scar she couldn't cover up, and pleasing them physically whenever they deigned to allow her. She eventually became a pseudo-member of their crew, until one day an attack on a surprisingly well-armed frigate led to Calamari's death at the hands of one of the defending crewmen. As she fell to the floor, a blaster bolt sizzling through her spark, she passed into a strange alternate dimension- might've been Hell itself, she couldn't say- and appeared in a shadowy void with a dark entity looming over her. He identified himself as Faust and extended a hand to her, offering her the chance to be reborn and work for atonement as one of his inner circle. Calamari slowly took his hand, smiling with wide eyes, and after an indeterminate length of time, emerged as Delilah, Faust's Insanity, with an altered look, a mask to conceal her scarred face, and a mission in life. Years later, she was given a crucial role in Faust's latest assignment: Recapturing the rogue entity Ifrit, and making sure he can never escape the void again.
