Post by Eris on Aug 10, 2021 16:28:02 GMT
Character Name: Eris
Canon Character or Original Character: Original Character
Face Claim: Commissioned for Original Character
Character Race: Demon/Changeling
Character Racial Traits: Transformer/Demonic Power
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 3 Teraseconds (Around 100,000)
Character Alignment: Immoral
Starting Planet: Hera
Starting Items: Henchmen “R” Us Voucher/Sour Ensenji Extract
Starting Technique: Rapid Sword Slash
Stats:
Strength: 125
Ki: 125
Agility: 125
Durability: 125
Personality: Despite her chosen path on the dark side of life, Eris isn't a photocopy of the stereotypical villains' people encounter. Calm and collected, Eris comes across more a mediator than an instigator. Relying not on tempered fueled words, but on concise and clear communication.
However, if her words fail to get her what she wants. There is no limit on the creativity she puts into the repercussions of deaf ears. Although she doesn't revel in the torturing of souls or dismembering of bodies, she by no means cares. Her viewpoint of other's life is that they're meaningless apart from a select few. As long as she gets what she's after is all that matters. No matter how high the body count is.
History: Eris has no dark tale or white light upbringing. She, as many other creatures in the universe, just was. That's how she spent most of her current life. As a drone shuffling along a predestined line made by others for her. It wasn't until her epiphany that woke her from her drone state that she'd gain control of her own life. A few thousand years before her big 100, Eris departed from her home world. Seeking to find herself and find meaning in her life. Since her departure she had trained to become a skilled swordsman and an equally skilled user of ki. Her life was only just beginning. The part that others would remember. The years leading up to now were a bleak example in history when she was nothing and had done nothing of importance.
Sample RP: The duo perambulated amid the reclusive region of the ever wavering grasslands. The overhead sun radiated downward, producing shadows of the woman and man that quivered in tune with the grass. It was midday and in high temperature showing no sign of changing weather to come.
The malefactor's THICC figure was concealed under various pieces of armor; the outermost pieces being fire-infused slate black metal glowing with an orange tint that seemingly radiated no heat. Across the top of her torso and lingering off of her waist to one side was a white fabric of unknown material. Gleaming from underneath bright hues of pink hair were blood red eyes slit centermost with an unending darkness. Usually affixed upon her hip, Eris carried a lone blade without a sheath and similar in style to her armor.
Following close behind was Igor. A shadowy figure completely consumed by a black cloak with the only opening inches above where one's mouth usually was. Two orbs of the same red as Eris' shimmered outward from the opening. He towered over Eris at 7ft (220cm). Igor's voice was flat and gravelly as he asked the female Demon, "Is this the place Boss?" Eris remained silent. The only indicating factor that he was indeed correct was that his master ever so slightly nodded.
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