Decima Vita [NYNM]

**Decima** · Mon Jan 30, 2023 12:39 am

Guild :

Guildless

Bounty :

100,000

Jewels :

10,982,500

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Daemon (Honor)

Experience :

122,500

Reputation :

2,200

Class :

Sorceror

Magic :

Abyss Watcher

Aura :

The World

Strength :

61

Speed :

20

Constitution :

61

Endurance :

61

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

4,460

Head :

Great Hunstman Cap

Ring :

Michelangelo's Ring

Modification :

Berith's Obsura

General

Name: Decima ‘Desia’ Vita

Age: 30; October 10th, X765

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Homosexual

Ethnicity, Father: Bellan

Ethnicity, Mother: Bellan

Class: Hunter

Race: Daemon (Honor Contract)

Rank: B-rank

Guild: Guildless

Tattoo: Left outer thigh, crimson in color.

Face: Murata, Himeko - Honkai Impact

Appearance

Height: 6ft

Weight: 150lbs

Hair: Red

Eyes: Yellow

Overall: Despite having hair that can easily reach her waist Decima prefers to keep its length under control in a bun for most situations. As a fighter by trade she likes comfortable clothing over something outlandish and potentially restrictive to movement. Usually this sees her brushing off invitations to formal social events, but enough charisma and the promise of good wine could change her mind. On her upper back she sports a large tattoo in the shape of a laurel wreath, centered on her spine with the wings pointed up towards her head. The marking is dark red in color. A mage keen on healing magic might notice that she's had a lot of scars removed from her body. Every injury might be a lesson in dueling, but Decima has no interest in retaining the physical reminders of those lessons.

Personality

Personality:

A prideful warrior, and a scheming cutthroat. Two different faces of the same coin shaped by a sacrilegious union. It’s a stretch to claim that these two opposing ideals were solely created by Decima’s transformation into a daemon. The truth of the matter is that her change simply exacerbated her troublesome traits and habits. It’s simply in her nature now to default to mischievous intentions at best, and murderous enthusiasm at worst. Her contract as a daemon demands she acts with some degree of class, though; her sponsoring Demon Lord has willed it and thus the reins of higher thought have held back the worst of her ill intent.

She is a daemon that is willing to wait or compromise to get what she wants, if the detour provides either convenience or amusement in some form. So self assured that she will eventually reach all of her goals, Decima normally is not in any particular rush, despite her ever growing laundry list of wants in this life. Her arrogance as a daemon forbids her the shame of worrying like a mere mortal about time. Bold as she is brazen she will march forward to what she perceives as her destiny: to be the strongest daemon this side of Earthland, and perhaps within the Abyss someday too.

Likes:

Monster Hunting: Having fought many vicious beasts during her heydays as a pitfighter, there’s a primal itch that gets scratched whenever her humanity is pitted against apex predators. The thrill has lessened slightly since her descent into daemonhood, but that’s merely all the more reason for her to dive headlong into scraps against Mother Nature’s finest.
Camaraderie: Victory sometimes rings hollow when you’re the only one left on the podium. Inclined as she is to be self-serving as a daemon, Decima has not forgotten the allure of winning as a team. Either as a contributor to extraordinary teamwork, or as the one carrying the effort (and reaping all the praise after). This fondness doesn’t always outweigh her darker proclivities, but those that make themselves repeatedly useful to her will see their investments returned. For the most part, anyways.

Dislikes:

Honeyed Words: It has been her experience that people who are overly polite only desire something you have or can do for them. There is a fine line between flattery and bullshit, and Decima will freely state when she feels that line has been crossed. Her own manner of speaking is usually to the point, and any praise from this daemon will have to be well earned.
Righteous Zealots: At the end of the day, evil is something generally undesired. Even as a daemon she can only find humor in ill will against herself to a certain degree; past that point it becomes an obnoxious obstacle in the way of her own goals. That being said, preachers who know nothing of the world while shouting sermons and demanding obedience to a higher power is something she loathes even more. Lawmen who don’t know when to turn a blind eye to things and walk away from trouble are equally detested. Hardly anyone likes the fact that evil exists in this world, but like a force of nature, there’s no stopping it.

Motivations:

The Usual Demonic Grocery List: Not in any particular order… Power to overthrow the Ancient Demons. Linking the Abyss to Earthland because who doesn’t love a good purge? Turning the lights off in Lucent. Collecting rare and unique trinkets across all the realms. Finding the next best locale to build a castle for herself. Hoarding only the finest of booze for herself. Immortality might be nice too.

Fears:

An Era Of Peace: As sure as the sun rises and sets everyday, someone is going to want someone else dead. That sort of callous disregard for life is what keeps Decima gainfully employed as a sellsword. If Earthland were to know true peace, someone like herself would either be slain or sealed into stasis by magic. All things considered, she’d rather embrace the afterlife instead of being forced to silently watch a world of tranquility flourish before her unmoving eyes.
Her Own Humanity: As someone who accepted a daemon contract, and perpetrated heinous acts because of it, Decima sees no point in returning to who she used to be. She is a different person now, and she accepts that because it enables her to exist without things like guilt or remorse. To return to the perspective of humanity would only invite a new form of darkness upon herself that she could never hope to endure.

Statistics

Strength: 61

Speed: 20

Constitution: 61

Endurance: 61

Intelligence: 61

Magic

Magic Name: Abyss Watcher

Magic Element: Darkness

Magic Enhancement: Invisible Magic Circles

Magic Description: Darkness existed long before light, and the Abyss is all that will remain once all lights and life itself inevitably extinguish. It’s not a question of ‘if,’ merely a matter of ‘when.’ When will the maw of the Abyss stop teasing its quarry, and silently devour everything until there is nothing once again. Abyss Watcher is a magic born from the release of that same primordial darkness. Shadows so deep and pure that they do not fear light, but prey upon it with a patient and stifling embrace.

History

History:
When in Bellum, do as the Bellans do! Support the senate, trust in the government, and serve in the legion! Arguably one could do all three at once by simply enlisting in the country’s military, and that’s exactly what Decima’s father had done. Her mother did her part for the country by entering the merchant trade on the country’s eastern coast. Her two parents met while her father was garrisoned along that very same coastline, and that’s how the Vita family tree gained a new branch.

Decima’s childhood was well looked after and nurtured, just like Bellum’s prospering influence. She had a biased and romanticized view of the country’s military thanks in no small part to her father being happy to regale her with exploits and adventures. Ultimately her mother forbade her from becoming a legionnaire like her father, but that didn’t stop her from learning how to fight like one. With wooden swords and shields they would have their own mock battles of colossal stakes, those mostly being the first bite of dessert after dinner, usually. As Decima grew older, the weapons and lessons also matured accordingly.

Not wishing to upset her mother, Decima did not pursue a military career. Instead she would chase a similarly noble station as a Senate guard while getting by as a caravan guard. There was no ‘school’ for such a position though, as aspirants were typically recruited from the country’s legion. Without her parents’ blessings Decima took to one of the country’s favorite pastimes for training: bloodsport games.

Other countries might think ill of gladiator fighting, but the Senate harshly enforced a ‘no coercion’ ruling for participants, so there were only ever willing participants facing one another. Death was not decided by the audience or an overseer, but by the martial skill of those fighting for glory. It was a means for the meek to rise up, the brave to stand out, and the fortunate to be blessed by victory! Bellans love a good story, and Decima aimed to give them just that.

Sponsored by the caravans she helped guard, she first entered the gladiator pits in her mid twenties. Her initial foray into the bloodsport games was brief, as she had conceded to her third opponent, but Decima became a frequent underdog in the matchups. She clawed her way up the rankings one painful lesson at a time, all the while learning to love and thrive in the chaotic brawls. She could have made a good career out of pit fighting all things considered, but while she was trained like a legionnaire, she knew little about their sense of honor.

One rash mistake in the heat of the moment was all it took one day to bring her future crashing down.

Disrespect on the battlefield she knew how to deal with, but her sword arm was too fast for its own good when she had been backhanded in an open market by another gladiator. She would have killed that man without a second thought in the arena, but outside of those hallowed grounds she had committed a grave sin.

So she ran away in a panic. From the legionnaires she had always looked up to. From the Senate whose justice she forever admired. From the country she grew up in and loved. She ran towards the darkness to hide, and it was there that darkness found her.

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