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Body General Name: Vanessa Wolfenstein Age: 35 761 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bi-sexual Ethnicity, Father: Icebergian Ethnicity, Mother: Icebergian Class: Adventurer Race: Daemon [Vice] Rank: D-rank Guild: Phantom Lord Tattoo: Black and between her shoulderblades. Her allegiences are her own and she would keep it hidden. Face: Vanessa - OC Appearance Height: 6'7 Weight: 275 LBS Hair: Silver/White Fur Color: Purple/White/Lightpurple/Pink Eyes: Black Screla/Lightpurple/Pink Overall:  She has a set of long teeth much like a sabertooth that come down from the upper portion of her mouth, hanging out fresh in the air. They're treated frequently and are well taken care of. Her outfit consists of a set of baggy pants held up by a belt and bandages covering both her chest and forearms. She prefers to avoid shirts the best she can as they feel uncomfortable to a degree and can be a pain to get on thanks to her horns. The bandages on her chest cover a set of scars that she received from her youth but the ones on her hands and forearms are more there for protecting her use of martial arts. She has a long feline like tail and her legs are set in a fashion that's nearly digigrade but speak more of her human roots than the cat daemon that she had been forced into a pact with. Extra: Claw scar across her chest, many blow scars on her forearms and knuckles. Her fingers almost look to have claws instead of nails... Personality Personality: Vanessa is a cold and calculated individual; one that while doesn't relish particularly in bloodshed isn't the sort to avoid it when needed. She's quick on the uptake and tends to enjoy working things out for herself. Her natural curiosity is both compounded from an insatiable lust for adventure and her feline nature which was imposed by her daemonic pact. She's not really the friendly chatty type, the sort that would rather listen than speak and the sort that would rather eat or drink while someone regales them with tales of their past. She shares very little about herself preferring to let her actions do the talking. There are spans of time that she goes without speaking that harbor on years. She isn't the sort that acts first without thinking, preferring to make decisions that are well enforced and hard to argue against. She has a deep seated hatred for those that abuse their power; whether they're right or wrong in doing it. She prefers absolute freedom over chained to ideals; every person in power to her is that of a warlord that hasn't shown their true colors yet. She doesn't trust the government or the militaries of the world. Preferring to keep herself distanced from them as she learns how they work. She harbors a tender spot for children; refusing to hurt them or endorse the idea of it and will defend them to her dying breath. Her childhood was stolen from her but that doesn't mean she'll let it happen to others. Her daemonic pact has also made it difficult for her to adjust to some social aspects. When she feels threatened she'll often exhibit some intense bloodlust that defies all logic. Her fighting style is even more brutal than she is cold, grapples, throws and a heavy reliance on powerful single strikes with a fury of a thousand gods beyond it. While her lack of innate magic seems to indicate a physical reliance she seems to enjoy it when she has to get her hands dirty for the right reasons. Likes:
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Statistics Strength: 11 Speed: 6 Constitution: 6 Endurance: 6 Intelligence: 1 History History: She hardly remembers the year of her birth, much well the time surrounding her younger years past the intense violence that her parents were a part of. From a young age she was made keenly aware that every moment was a blessing and her childhood was rapidly stolen from her in one way or another. Her siblings as many as they were were cut down one after another in some conflict that was ever spanning and she was made increasingly aware of. Her mother and father were hunters, powerful warriors dedicated to fighting against the darkness. But even so they were failing when they should have succeeded, faltering when they should have stood strong. Losing too much and not giving enough back. When the darkness came to their doorstep, rather than a staunch ally you'd instead find cowardice and misery. When she was still learning how to fight is when they decided to sacrifice her youth to a daemon, a creature that bound itself to her and her life. Its feline nature warped and twisted her body from that of a human to something else entirely; more closely resembling a Demi-human with daemonic heritage than a human that had barely spent a decade in this world. Her and her daemon grew well acquainted very quickly, fighting off an invasion to her hometown almost single handedly and making a name quickly for herself the child like wonder that had once graced her eyes had long since been washed away with blood. Her innocence stolen and mind slowly being influenced by the daemon she grew distant and cold to her parents. Resenting their choices that they made for her and having to deal with the consequences. She has a poor grasp on time as it never seemed to matter much to her. Her pact gave her much in the way of the world; strength and intelect beyond her ken. But she'd have traded everything at the start to get it back and not think about the things she was forced into. Her parents died in one of the many incursions from one of the many warrior tribes that fought over this bitter coast. She stood staunchly against them not for her parents but for the fact she was living there; earning such a reputation at the time that she was sought out by the powers that be to serve in their military. Leaving her home wasn't something she had anticipated but she felt that her time at that home was ending. It wasn't even a few months after she left that she learned that her home was utterly destroyed by some cataclysmic event. Shattering the very land there and casting the entire town into the sea. Swallowed by monsters and ocean alike she was freed from the shackles of responsibilities. Growing colder and more distant. As she served this military another incursion occured, this time it was against otherworldly people; who were hellbent on destroying as much as they could. She wasn't sure who they were fighting against; but their soldiers slaughter innocents by the hundreds for no purpose she could gleam. They fought in a bitter conflict that lasted a decade before they were finally able to turn the tides, countless heroes seemed to rise and fall during that time. Names that would go forgotten not even mere years later once the ashes settled. She was left wandering, her military host in shambles, the country practically split into many different provinces. Warlords and bandits stretching across the country. There was work no matter where she went, but she rarely stayed in one place for long. It wasn't until a few years into service to another military might that she learned that this was just another warlord but with more backing than the others. Trying to overthrow him was a poor choice during the height of his power. But the daemon made it difficult for her to stay dead or even die in the first place. So instead of wasting valuable resources the warlord sealed her away in a mausoleum in the north. She wasn't sure how much time passed, but she remained entombed for what felt like her lifetime too many times over. Her body was slowly seeping with corruption from the daemon as she passed what should have been her deathbed she felt time and time again. Eventually an adventurering party broke into her would be tomb. Not realizing the magical shackles that bound her to that place were broken with their meddling. She was freed and left in a confused state as they had come her for treasure; not a demi-human. She inquired to the war and most of them seemed to have no clue what she was talking about. Or when she was talking about. After talking for a little bit she was eventually let go; given some provisions and a direction to the nearest town. The blistering cold had certainly gotten worse... Discord: GrinningSaturn Reference: N/A |
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