Chandi Lalita (Mahadevi)

Individual

Character's full name: Chandi Lalita
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Mahadevi
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Date of Birth: April 18, 1994
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Indian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Mumbai, India

Appearance

Hair color and style: Blue-black, straight and long
Eyes: Black
Height: 5’3”
Build: Slender
Visible mutation: The only kind she has (see mutation)
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: her nostrils are pierced and wears multiple earrings
Other features:

Everyday clothing style: Rich. Chandi wears tailored dresses of rich colors and embroidery with an industrial amount of jewelry (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, noserings etc.) In India she wears traditional dresses; in the USA she wears modern clothes tailored to her needs. Everything about her wardrobe screams style and money.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: Silk pajamas or light sleeping gowns
Miscellaneous clothing: Has a huge wardrobe of traditional Indian costumes and dancing dresses

Character

Personality: Chandi is used to people worshipping her. It is not a fault in her personality – she was raised that way. She is proud, elegant and well educated, but she was taught and trained to think highly of herself. Everyone has to work hard to earn her attention and then her respect (not many people have ever gotten this far). Simply put, she is spoiled rotten.
Hobbies/ Interests: she doesn’t really have normal hobbies; most of her time is taken up by being a goddess on and off the screen.
Job or part time job and description: for most of her life she has been a full-time goddess. She also did a lot of acting jobs. See history.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: anything that is not clean and healthy. She is deeply disturbed by poor or sick people.
Special talents: She is a talented dancer and singer. She also has a knack for style and fashion.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. She is not a bad person, but she is definitely not a good person either. She does not really care for anyone else but herself, unless someone manages to make an impression that reaches through the goddess facade. She does not like to see people suffer. Not because of morality. She just does not like to see it. But she does not like to cause it either, that is not tasteful...

Mutations

Mutation description: Chandi has eight arms, four on each side. They can move individually in the same angle a normal human arm can.
Strengths: Chandi’s brain adjusted to controlling 10 limbs instead of 4: she can multitask. Each arm moves individually and she can pay attention to what she is doing with all of them.

Weaknesses: Apart from having more of them, Chandi’s arms really don’t have any special ability, they are not stronger or more agile than an average human arm.

Secondary mutation description: None

Fighting Style

Explanation: Chandi learned how to hold various traditional Indian weapons – however it has always been for show. She know the basics of handling them, but never been trained in combat or martial arts.
Pros for fighting style: Bitch slap times eight.
Cons for fighting style:She does not like to fight. She likes to be protected by someone else.

Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated

History Of Your Character
Chandi was born into a poor family as the seventh child (all of them girls) with a very specific and very visible mutation: she has eight arms. The birth of such a child raised a huge uproar even in the ourkirts of Mumbai – people instantly started worshipping her as a goddess made flesh. She became an instant miracle and news travelled around the world; but while everywhere outside India she was just an interesting headline for half a day, her own and her family’s life changed on that first day forever. They received offerings and gifts to such an amazing extent that they were able to move from the poorest of the poor into a mansion by a temple, and all they had to do was allow Chandi – quickly named by her worshippers Mahadevi, All-goddess – to be raised, educated and worshipped in the temple. As she grew, her following grew with her, but times have also been changing; a goddess made flesh suddenly had many more options than to just sit on a throne and accept offerings. Chandi, with her charm, beauty and presence, quickly made herself a career out of being a goddess, and took over the Bollywood scene – every movie wanted to have a real goddess for a change! Living the life of the rich, famous and holy, Mahadevi grew up living a glamurous dream.
However, not everyone seemed to believe in her. There have always been people whispering that she was a fraud, a monster, or even worse – a mere mutant. There have been a few futile attempts against her, but none of them successful… until one almost was. Apparently a movement that believed worshipping a mutant as a deity was heresy put out a death threat against her, and suddenly, goddess or no goddess, her life was in danger.
People who have always been directing Mahadevi’s career decided it was best if she left the country for a while – and went to the USA. Disguised as an extended diplomatic mission and a tour in the American film industry, Mahadevi said goodbye to her homeland and traveled halfway across the world to New York City, hoping to continue being worshipped in a safer place…


Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: From my roommate Jewel (not ont he site anymore)
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Mirror, Muse and Mama (and formerly Krisz)
Sample RP:
„The ladies’ room was disgusting.” the Goddess wrinkled her perfectly shaped nose as she joined the small crowd of people waiting for her in front of the airport restrooms.
„I apologize, Mahadevi.” her personal assistant said, not meeting her eyes. He never did.
„What could one expect from a country that greets its honored guests with such filth?” she protested, one hand pushing the sunglasses onto the top of her head while another held a small mirror to make sure she looked presentable after a torturous first-class flight. A third hand fluttered over the bright pink frown on her lips.
„I am sure they deeply regret their mistake.”
„I am sure they don’t.” the Goddess sighed with all the weight of the world’s unjustice, two hands on her hips „Let’s go, I wish to rest.”
„Right this way, Mahadevi.”
The small group of people, some of them carrying luggage and others scanning the crowd, looked like some kind of a strange, moving jewel: a ring of dark colors, and a bright gemstone int he middle, trailing a cloud of perfume and glamour.
„Make sure we get out of here fast. I have no patience for vultures today.”
„As you wish, Mahadevi.” the small group of men shifted into a closed formation, very effective in getting a celebrity through thick crowds.
Except, when they finally exited the JFK airport, there was no crowd at all.
Well, not more than on a usual workday morning. People stopped and stared at the eight-armed goddess, elbowed each other and whispered, snapped a few pictures; but the roaring crowd of worshippers, the reaching hands, the pictures and pens… were nowhere to be found.
„Well, that’s just rude.” the Goddess muttered under her breath, and folded six of her arms. She even wrinkled her eyebrows.
New York City did not care.