Ladies and Gentlemen, HH's weirdest chara yet!

The Basics
Name: Monique Samuelle
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Date Of Birth: January 21, 1990
Nationality: French
Hometown Vichy, France
Occupation: Model
Alignment: Neutral Good
Theme Song:

Outer Stuff
Face Claim: Nadege Dabrowski
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight Good luck getting that information
Hair color: Blonde
Hair style: Wavy, about chest length
Eye color: Blue
Skin color: Caucasian, with a slight tan as befits her job
Posture: Straight, sometimes with her hips cocked to one side
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings: N/A
Accessories: Flat black bands, about an inch wide, around her wrists and ankles
Clothes: Usually wears tight jeans, flats and low-cut t-shirts when not at work.
Anything Else?

Inner Stuff
Likes:

• Modeling
  
• Latex
  
• Bondage
  

Dislikes:

• Monsters
  
• Misogynists
  
• The fact that she has to buy new clothes after every transformation
  

Strengths:

• Excellent combatant
  
• Can produce liquid latex from her hands and do many things with it. All of which involve some kind of restraint on her opponents, herself or a willing victim.
  
• Very, very attractive woman, and knows how to use it to her advantage.
  
• Very famous model, both vanilla and fetish
  
• Fluent in both French and English
  

Weaknesses:

• She can’t speak when transformed
  
• She can get a little violent around people who look down on her because she’s a) lesbian and b) into bondage
  
• The suit has a nasty habit of dissolving her clothing
  
• Her dominant personality leads to a very slight control complex
  

Goal(s):

• Make money
  
• Defeat monsters
  

Habits/ Quirks:

• Often rubs the bands on her wrists on instinct
  
• Wears latex panties fairly often
  

Relationships:

• Jacques Samuelle- Father
  
• Miriam Samuelle- Mother (deceased)
  
• Remy- Her first, and best, girlfriend. Monique doesn’t know where she is.
  
• Maurice- Her favorite photographer
  

Overview: Monique is a teaser. She wears sexy clothing specifically to tease the men, and likes watching them stare. She very much enjoys her life, and wishes for not a single part of it to change. However, it does annoy her that the suit seems to ruin her clothing. But she thinks the tradeoff to be worth it. Her dominant personality in fetish play seems to carry over into the real world sometimes, resulting in a bit of a control complex, but it’s not too big of a deal for her. She’s managed to suppress it for the most part.


Hero Stuff
Name: Kamen Rider Latice
Type Of Hero: Kamen Rider
Henshin Device: Her bracelets
Henshin Sequence: She crosses her arms over her chest and focuses, and a sheet of latex forms behind her. It wraps around her body and conforms to her, staying that way for a moment until she opens her eyes. Opaque lenses form over her eyes, and her arms and legs separate as the armor pieces appear.
Forms:

• Form Name: Submissive Form
  Image/ Description: Her body is covered in black latex which conforms to her body so perfectly, even her breasts are individually covered instead of the usual bump in the chest where the boobs go. Her mouth is sealed shut by the mask, and her eyes are protected by opaque dark grey lenses. There are vague outlines of greaves, bracers and shoulder plates.
  Motif: Bondage, Latex
  Color Scheme: Black
  Transformation: See above
  Fighting Style: She uses a sneaky style, given the light weight and flexibility of her armor, and the fact that it doesn’t actually raise her stats all that much.
  Weapons: Anything she can form from the suit
  Abilities: The suit increases her strength, speed and stamina by a somewhat negligible degree, but she can move almost silently. Her greatest ability is that she can manipulate the material to create weaponry.
  Finisher(s): N/A
  
  
  
• Form Name: Dominant Form
  Image/ Description: She now has white bands on her armor around her wrists, elbows, knees, ankles, breasts and mouth, as well as her left hand being completely white. In addition, there is now a floor-length skirt made of latex, with a slit up the back to allow for mobility, as well as elbow plates and ten spikes ringing the top of her head, like a crown. She has the Agiel hanging from her right wrist by a small black cord.
  Motif: Dominatrix, Bondage, Latex
  Color Scheme: Black, White
  Transformation: She focuses, and another sheet of latex wraps around her body. This time, it doesn’t cocoon her, but fuses into the armor, facilitating the color changes and creating the new stuff
  Fighting Style: She uses a bit more straightforward of a style now, since she has more protection.
  Weapons: The Agiel, a leather tool almost like a riding crop, but made of black latex. It’s mere touch is enough to cause excruciating pain.
  Abilities: Her stats are raised, and she has access to a powerful ability called the Hand of the Confessor: she touches someone with her left hand and focuses, unleashing a burst of magic that onlookers have described as “thunder with no sound”, rendering the victim under her complete control.
  Finisher(s): Confessor’s Command- Her “merciful” finisher, she uses Hand of the Confessor on her opponent, and mentally commands them to die.
  Pain’s Key- Her “cruel” finisher, she places the Agiel in the center of her victim’s chest, placing extreme stress on the heart. She can hold this for as long as she wants, until she twists the Agiel like a key, causing the heart to explode inside the chest.
  

Other Equipment:

• Her apartment. She has a loft-style penthouse apartment, bought with money from her modeling career. The first floor consists of a sitting area, a kitchen and a bathroom. The second floor has the floor padded so much that it feels like a giant bed, which is pretty much what it is. The walls are also soundproofed, more as a precautionary measure.
  
• Some more conventional bondage materials, including gags, straps, and a full-restraint chair (NSFW link)
  

As a young child, Monique sat with her father and watched old detective serials. Her mother never exactly approved, given how violent they were, but Jacques Samuelle didn’t agree and didn’t care, so he let Monique watch them with him when she was done with her homework. Monique grew fascinated with the concept of the damsel in distress, the woman tied up above the pit of sharks, yelling to be rescued. When she was 12, she began to experiment with self-bondage, at first merely taping her legs together, but soon evolving into full bondage, complete with gag, by the time she was 13. This grew into her bondage fetish.
As she went through school, she blossomed into a stunningly beautiful young woman, but found she only had eyes for her fellow girls. She eventually found another girl, Remy, who was also into bondage. This led to her developing into a dominant, or the one who does the tying, while Remy was her submissive. They were very much in love until they eventually had to break up since they were attending separate universities.
Her parents didn’t want to pay for her college, since they barely had enough to keep their own lives running, so Monique got a job working the graveyard shift at a diner. One night, an older man came in. He complimented her, and asked if she’d like to be a model. Monique accepted immediately, upon hearing the pay, which would help her through school very easily. When she got there, she learned that it was fetish modeling, specifically bondage. The man who recruited her was surprised to find that she was into bondage, so she started coming for shoots almost weekly, quitting her job at the diner since she was making plenty doing fetish modeling.
When she graduated, she moved to Paris and into traditional modeling, but kept her fetish modeling business going as well, making a significant amount of money and buying her apartment, making all of the adjustments almost on a whim. A few weeks after her graduation, her mother had a sudden heart attack and died. Monique inherited a box and a letter. Inside the box, she found a pair of bracelets, flat, sorta shiny and black. In the letter, her mother explained that she had known about her bondage fetish, and that Monique might get better use out of the bracelets than she did. She explained that they had been passed down through the women of their family from the Marquis de Sade, and they enabled the women to create and control liquid latex. It had a second function, summoning a suit to allow the user to combat threats if needed. The letter explained that none of her ancestors had never really understood why that had been added in, but it was there.
She used the bands for fun, but two weeks later, there was an attack while she was out walking. She accessed the second function, transforming into Latice for the first time and defeating it. After she got home, she noticed she knew how to fight all of sudden. She theorized that her transformation had programmed the knowledge into her head. As she continued to operate, she gained full control of the powers, to the point that she was able to access a second, more powerful form.

OOC Stuff
Anything Else: I am not ashamed.
OOC Name: Ben
Name Color 000000
Number Of Stars 3
Color Of Stars Red
Sample RP: Monique walked into the shoot, and a smile spread across her face.
“Maurice!” She yelled, waving. The older man perked up hearing her voice, and turned to confirm it was her.
“Monique! The light of my day! How are you, child?” Maurice asked, giving her a big hug.
“I’ve been very well. My day is now much better, because you are here.” Monique said.
“Good, good. Now, get dressed. We’re shooting a scene with Veronica.” Maurice said.
“Veronica? I thought she was sick.” Monique said.
“Vera still is. You may have gotten some confusion.” Maurice said.
“Ah, yes, Vera. I went to see her yesterday.” Monique said.
“How is the other sub sister?” Maurice asked. Veronica and Vera were identical twin sisters, both submissives. They had earned the nickname “The Sub Sisters” because of it.
“She’s still bedridden. I brought her flowers.” Monique said.
“That’s a nice gesture, despite the terrible things you’ve done to her in the past.” Maurice said, grinning.
“It’s all a fantasy, Maurice. Is your brain unable to tell the difference anymore?” She tapped on the back of his head with a single finger.
“It was a joke, child. Now, go get dressed. The shoot starts in ten.” Maurice said, shooing her away.