Post by Kendyll on Sept 27, 2018 19:15:42 GMT[nospaces] [attr="class","SStabletemp1"] [attr="class","SSimginfotemp1"] [attr="class","SSboxestemp1"] [attr="class","SSbox1temp1"] 1,435 STANDARD YEARS [attr="class","SSbox1temp1"] MALE [attr="class","SSbox1temp1"] [break]HETEROSEXUAL | WED [attr="class","SSbox2temp1"] ½ HUMAN | ½ EXTRAPLANAR [attr="class","SSbox2temp1"] 5' 10" | 160 LBS [attr="class","SSbox2temp1"] CHAOTIC NEUTRAL [attr="class","SSimg1temp1"]  [attr="class","SScontainer1temp1"] [attr="class","SScontainer2temp1"] [attr="class","SScontent1temp1"] [attr="class","SSimg2temp1"]  [attr="class","SScontent2temp1"] Appearance[break] Overview: At a glance appearing to be in his early to mid twenties, Leo's general demeanor is easygoing, a casual smile usually present on his face with a somewhat slouched yet alert stance. He stands at about average height, and in general most of his traits could described as normal, at least compared to the past. That being said, Leo's muted, fragile-looking skin and faded blond hair paint a more jarring picture, along with his cheekbones, jawline, and general features consisting of harsh, almost gaunt angles. Despite trying to mask such on numerous occasions, there is a certain contemplation in his expressions, as if recalling some distant memory even when alert. In fact, Leo has a habit of somewhat exaggerating the more normal outward signs of emotion when around individuals he doesn't know to distract others from noticing such, although this is quite subtle and hard to notice. [break][break]His hair is swept to the left side of his face, slightly sticking up in places although overall rather tame, with the longest edges just barely reaching his field of vision and on the side of his head kept just short of his ears. He has very little facial hair most of the time, usually only amounting to faint sideburns if anything, due to the fact that he thinks he looks terrible any time other than clean shaven. However, by far the most telling of Leo's physical characteristics are his eyes, ever slightly sunken in with a hue hard to determine, shifting in light and time from pale carmine to soft gold, yet always carrying a certain sagacity whether it be with good intentions or something more maligned. [break][break]In spite of his hollow appearance from a distance, it is clear that Leo is at the very least decently athletic, if not more than so. His frame is lean but angular, with the widest portion of his body being his shoulders, broader than most would expect for his height. Likewise, his muscle mass is more defined than his poise would seem to convey, not overbearing but certainly present in what is best described as graceful, distinct although not in an unnatural way. Far more aberrant, as a matter of fact, is what flows just beneath the surface. His veins, far more visible than one would expect even with his skin tone, are darker than usual, although this is really only a result of his blood itself, its lightest color a dark crimson and the deoxygenated hue almost black in appearance. Furthermore, not a single permanent mark can be found on his flesh, although Leo frequently sports a host of fresh cuts and slashes due to his occupation. [break][break]Attire: His sense of fashion is a bit old-fashioned, some would say. Preferring dress shirts, jackets, and jeans over the latest trends, that of which he has great difficultly keeping track of, Leo's choices are simple, and rarely have any flair to them. He has never really cared for much except practically, and indeed the colors he tends toward are dark and therefore easier to cover up stains, most often of which are blood, typically his own. Most of the garments he owns are loose fitting, and for that matter conservative in the amount of skin they show. This is partly due to the fact that he sees no need for bizarre cut outs in clothing and whatever other strange styles, but also because the vast majority of his closet functions secondfold as armor, whether conventionally or magically. [break][break]That being said, he does have a few pieces that he prefers over others, the primary being a black bomber jacket and second a more muted brown blazer. On essentially all occasions, he can be found carrying an assortment of weapons and minor first aid supplies, whether they be concealed or not. In terms of formal wear, Leo usually tends toward a simple black suit, either complemented with a black tie or one that matches whatever his eye color appears to be at the time, along with a watch of some variety. [break][break]Around his neck he wears two black twine strings tied to a roughly cast circle enclosing an obsidian pendant. This usually isn't visible, as it is hidden under other clothing. Significantly more perceivable and important, around his left ring finger Leo wears his wedding band, it being outlined in white gold and in the middle a braided pattern of rose gold residing, both metals tarnished from age and general design. [break][break][break]Personality[break] "No matter how hard you try, you will never be one of them." [break][break]Some would say over the years Leo's demeanor has shifted drastically, while others would argue he has changed little. In reality, the truth lies somewhere in between. On the surface, he appears to to be a decent man, although somewhat anarchic in nature, and indeed this is an accurate, although incredibly base, assumption. As a mercenary, he has more integrity than most of his peers, or at least strives toward such. Often, however, his promises and obligations fall short, usually in one way or another broken by himself or his past. [break][break]He has a reputation for being more of a passive observer than someone willing to jump headfirst into any conflict, and this is to a degree true. Indeed, Leo tends to exercise restraint on almost all things, preferring to let others take action and shape the future, instead offering encouragement or warning. His primary reasoning for such is to stay relatively anonymous, although this often backfires, shown by the fact that there are more than a few establishments in the galaxy that he has notable connection to, most of them related to dueling or similar activities. He can often be found frequenting such places, usually earning more money from bets involving fights than he does from jobs in his chosen profession, although Leo cares little for wealth and far more about entertainment. [break][break]Regardless of such, his mannerisms are generally more fitting of a gentleman than someone who watches and engages in violence for a living, something that reveals his contradictory nature more than anything; for beneath his somewhat mellow demeanor sulks a far darker truth, matured with age and torment. There is a reason why his smiles often seem shallow and his laughs more often than not consist of just a few choked notes, and the answer is his underlying self hatred, followed by the occasional yet agonizing pull toward ceaseless bloodshed. Little have glimpsed this side of him, and even fewer have truly seen it, but still it persists, the proof that he is nothing more than a broken man haphazardly pieced back together over the centuries. [break][break]Of those ever able to truly help, all but his wife Eris are long gone, swept up by the river of time. While the two hold some marked differences, they are almost never seen apart, and when they are it is rarely by choice. For better or worse, they have chosen to live to the rest of their days together, and by no exaggeration it has been over a millennium since such promise. Their relationship reflects the time passed, practically instinctive and stranger to both when absent. Often times their interactions play out more like two best friends, probably a result of the fact that almost everyone they once had shared life experiences with are gone now, from one thing or another. [break][break]While his sense of purpose may be far more convoluted than any typical means, one of his primary goals is to simply make up for his past grievances, that of which are many. Perhaps most notably is Leo's dedication to guarding the many secrets of dead Earthland, and ensuring that the mistakes made on his homeworld are never again repeated. These intents are often obscured for multiple reasons, the least of which being the general tired demeanor he tends to exhibit when referencing topics of importance. Despite his best efforts to conceal it, when recollecting a distant past Leo's weariness usually reveals itself, a certain melancholy that he inevitably finds impossible to shake off. [break][break][break]History[break] The story of Leonidas Aglaeca is one long convoluted by time and instability, of both the literal and mental sort. Born on Earthland in the region of Fiore known as the Glacial Flats some four hundred years before catastrophe, his early life was an isolated one. It wasn't a bad one, though, at least until tragedy struck. His father Alastair was a member of the thirty-three lines from the plane of existence known as Tritaihatreis, a desolate world by the most kind standards, and his mother, whose name he no longer can recall, was a native of the Glacial Flats, particularly a sect descended from Isberg, or so Leo assumes based on the stories he vaguely remembers her spinning when he was a child. While such a heritage would seem to be conflicting at best, it was not so bad, for his father had long since abandoned his violent ways, and his mother had been an outcast of her family to begin with. In many ways they were much the same, although Leo's view of them both has been jaded with time. [break][break]History Mk. III cont. [break][break]He never thought the Second Boscan War would amount to much. Its predecessor only a series of skirmishes that led to no change, at least in his mind, Leo merely brushed it off as yet another pointless conflict between equally pointless nations, too caught up in the crisis that had an immeasurably greater impact on his life. At least. such was the case until tales of an eldritch threat released from its slumber at Castle Reinhardt traveled back to Fiore. Noting a possible connection to various anti-occult organizations, he volunteered for a small task force, primarily mages, sent to secure a potential bioweapon being developed by a rogue Boscan officer. The group, fraught with infighting from the start, was practically doomed for failure. They were all foolish, however, and believed otherwise. [break][break]In the end, Leo failed to do anything of much consequence. The mad colonel, with his missiles and Moonlight Sonata, spread the Blight to the rest of Earthland, unknowingly, or perhaps knowingly, breaking the seal that had held back life's archenemy for so long. Disaster befell the continent, but instead of attempting to repel the inevitably overwhelming force, Leo fled any responsibilities or duties and traveled back to the Glacial Flats accompanied by Jaxus and Persies. Having to traverse through West Bosco along the way, they came across a girl by the name of Anna. Much to Leo's chagrin, Jaxus insisted they help the girl find safety, and so she joined their merry band on the eve of a great war, the Great War, to be exact. [break][break]While the desolate wasteland was safe, and given his experience and the others' skills not that hard to survive in, Leo hated every moment of it. Haunted by his past life in the region and further tormented by his gnawing anxiety about Eris, he was anything but alive psychologically, and while able to hide it at first it soon became clear to the group that something was wrong. After a few months he quietly requested they venture elsewhere, and upon the group generally agreeing they started a precarious journey from the farthest north of Fiore to the farthest south. [break][break]The devastation of the Blight was everywhere, even in the largely abandoned countryside. It fed off the beauty that had once existed, coating it in repulsive bile and tumors. They scarcely found any traces of humanity, much those untouched by the Blight. And yet, the closer to the other desert of the country they got, the more life they found. Still, Sanzibar was not his final destination. From there, Leo set out alone, leaving but a scrawled note in the middle of night, to the archaic Tower of Heaven, the last location where he hoped to find the reverse of a far different seal. Just barely tinged by the rapidly spreading decay, the remains of a two part cult vehemently dedicated to purging all lifeforms not native to Earthland were laid out in a series of sinking temples and monuments. [break][break]The structures were abandoned, however. The area around the tower was indeed a forest of bones, its landscape forlorn of anything but long dead remains, both physically and spiritually. Only a few decrepit temples were worthy of any sort of attention, at least to him, and yet as he entered them there was nothing still, or at least so he thought. Ahead, however, lay a trial, and upon completing it within a hair's breadth, Leo found the answer he had been searching for over the past two years. Destroy the sword. And so he plunged Calamitas into the heart of the nearby alter, shattering most of its blade and at the same time forever altering the fate of both Eris and himself. [break][break][break]Equipment & Items[break]  [break][break]However, even excluding their capabilities to combine, the two blades are far from ordinary. Within their mechanisms to interlock with one another also lies the option to cover their edges entirely, turning the swords into effective bludgeoning weapons when lethal force isn't necessary. This is done with the impress of a button found in the pommel of each sword, said toggle being hard to find unless one knows where to look. The same button also triggers the combination of the two swords into one, if the dull sides of their blades are pressed against each other and the depressions are held simultaneously down. [break][break]When in this alternate form, Dualist takes the shape of a fairly typical although mechanized longsword, with a blade of 40" and a handle of 10" for a total length of 50". If closely inspected, it can be seen that the added length to the blade is in actualility several partitioned lengths of steel, rather than one solid blade, to account for the fact that Dua and List's individual blades do not reach the length of 40". However, because these sectioned parts of the edge are near the handle of the sword, any reduced function because of their separation is largely negated. A black cruciform hilt extends horizontally from the top of the handle, although eccentric in the fact that it is unrefined, consisting of the shells that hold pieces of the blade when configured differently. As the sword loses nor gains any weight when it switches between forms, Dualist weighs one and a half kilograms when combined. [break][break]  [break][break]As previously mentioned, the condition of Calamitas's blade would classify it as junk to many, now only a sparse 6" long as compared to the hilt's 7". At the end of the steel length there is not a clean break, instead jagged edges protruding from where a point would be found on any other weapon. Deeply etched into the sword is the symbol of a rugged crescent with a similarly styled circle placed in the middle of it, and a crude line extending outward to the shattered end of the blade. It is a symbol of Leo's bloodline, yet now waits as inert as the rest of Calamitas, all of the half kilogram that remains. In the cases when he does carry the sword around, it is usually kept in a sheath that's length suggests it is unbroken, and is rarely drawn to ever give away the truth. [break][break][break]Statistics - 100 [break]Toughness: 25 [break]Acuity: 15 [break]Power: 20 [break]Speed: 25 [break]Magical Strength: 10 [Rank 2] [break]Magical Fortitude: 5 [Proficiency 1] [break][break]Earnings [break]Stat Points Earned: 0/0 [break]Arc Points Earned: 0/0 [break]Credits Earned: 10,000/10,000 [break][break]Sources [break] Character Creation 10,000 Credits [break][break]Skills & Disciplines [break]x [break][break][break]A Shadow of the Past[break] Once known as Sweorcan Kaos, Skadusbaere, or shadow's bane, is now a far more suitable name. Indeed, Leo's magic now is more often a thorn in his side than anything, the constant nagging of a past he'd much rather forget. It thrives off chaos, off the desperate pull between the darkness and light. Propelled forward by conflict and halted by peace, his control over it is shaky at best, as once embraced it is hard to resist further devolution. That being said, its sheer destructive capabilities are immense, or at least when unhindered. [break][break]For that reason, Leo's magic has been contained, its power a laughable glimmer of the past, but with such weakness comes greater stability, a life not drowned by insatiable, devastating urges. Still, the reality remains that his power does not fit into the refined nature of the present, nor does it abide by the rules of the galaxy's realm. Its will to destroy precedes all others, making it dangerous to all, including to some degree himself. Still, it has some capacity to create and support, mostly with the intent to do further harm to whomever or whatever is the intended target. [break][break]Techniques - 4/5 [break]Offensive Kaosmakien - 2 [break][break]Defensive X [break][break]Supportive Remanoir - 2 [attr="class","SSboxestemp1"] [attr="class","SSbox3temp1"] POST EXODUS [attr="class","SSbox3temp1"] IMG | GREEN [0 REP] [attr="class","SSbox3temp1"] EST (UTC - 5) [attr="class","trinCredits"]TABLE BY TRINITY @ ADOXOGRAPHY [newclass=".SStabletemp1"]width:480px;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSimg1temp1"]width:480px;margin-bottom:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSimg2temp1"]width:200px;float:left;margin-right:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSimginfotemp1"]position:absolute;width:480px;height:150px;padding-top:100px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition-duration: 1s;transition-duration: 1s;-moz-transition-duration: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSimginfotemp1:hover"]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSsubtitletemp1"]text-align:center;background-color:#350000;padding:20px;line-height:8px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;font-size:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=".SScontainer1temp1"]background-color:#FFF;padding:4px 4px 8px 4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".SScontainer2temp1"]margin:8px;border:8px solid #dadada;[/newclass] [newclass=".SScontent1temp1"]background-color:#ffffff;text-align:justify;padding:8px;font:9px arial;color:#000000;[/newclass] [newclass=".SScontent2temp1"]height:300px;overflow:auto;font-size:10px;line-height:11px;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSboxestemp1 div"]font-size:8px;width:133px;padding:8px;background-color:#491a1a;color:#fff;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;margin:2px;display:inline-block;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSbox1temp1"]margin-right:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSbox2temp1"]margin-right:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=".SSbox3temp1"]margin-bottom:8px;margin-top:16px;[/newclass] [newclass=".trinCredits"]font-family:arial narrow;font-size:10px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;[/newclass]
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Post by Kendyll on Oct 28, 2018 16:29:46 GMT
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Appearance[break]
Overview: The tone Eris's outward image projects is in one word elegant, and in many essentially the same. Although appearing to be twenty or so years old, her movements suggest practice far beyond such, and indeed so does her often wistful gaze, hued a variety of blues, grays, and violets. Her midnight black hair is naturally wavy, yet despite this it is rarely frizzy or out of order, a product of both nature and care. It is usually parted at the center left of her head, and cascades a few inches past her shoulder, although if straightened one can see that it is in actuality longer. Usually, Eris styles it down, although on more special occasions she'll put it into some sort of ponytail or braid.
[break][break]Contrasting her hair, Eris's skin is a fair white, untainted by the scars of her past. Her visage is generally calm, if not somewhat frigid, further exemplified by her high cheekbones and fine jawline. That being said, when her sentiment does change from neutral to content, it does so quite obviously, often with a smile, that although small, spreads to her entire face. Generally, however, her posture and gait suggest a degree of confidence, as Eris more often than not walks with her back straight and head high, although she is more than capable of erasing such tendencies if the need arises. Yes, when it comes to presentation she is a bit of a perfectionist, yet such is not without reason. There is something just so ever slightly mechanical about her movements, as if they have been practiced over and over again rather than instinctive. Although it would take a keen eye to even see such, one would have an even more difficult time correlating it to a specific reason, unless they know her well.
[break][break]Her other peculiarity stems from the color of her blood, a dark plum hue that immediately screams unnatural cause, even if one only catches a glimpse of her face in its apparent revulsion. Eris fears being injured in public for this reason, although it is more so something reactionary rather than she would go out of her way to avoid conflict for such. On another note, her frame is generally described as medium, and in average proportions considering her limbs and torso compared to her moderate height. Her body is slightly more curvy than what one would expect, especially considering the upper half, further accented by her defined collarbones and shoulders. Other than that, however, her anatomy is generally rather lithe, with little extra mass in terms of fat or muscle.
[break][break]Attire: Eris's closet is incredibly diverse, consisting of numerous styles and accessories both old and new. That being said, she usually dresses in what most would define as business casual when out and about, although such varies upon the occasion. She usually tends toward cooler colors, such as blues, purples, and grays, although occasionally Eris will wear a pop of something lighter such as pink or white. In general, she typically presents herself in a professional way, although sometimes wears eccentricities such as fantasy inspired hairpieces and jewelry, and has a tendency to pick out shirts and pants adorned with some type of flower. She has no typical outfit, however, preferring variety, and it's not uncommon for her to be sporting something completely different from one day to the next, disliking repetition.
[break][break]In more proper situations her fashion is much the same, although usually swapping out slacks for dresses of various lengths depending on the formality. Almost always they expose her shoulders to some degree, and are generally of either the a-line or ball gown style. Eris will wear either flats or high heels with said attire, straying away from the boots and other more casual shoes she normally dons on the day-to-day. On the flip side, when combat is a likely consequence of any outing, she will dress in simple black leather, enforced to act as armor although in reality most of her clothing also possesses such quality.
[break][break]More important than anything previously mentioned, however, on Eris's left ring finger sits her wedding ring, an orange-pink round diamond set in rose gold accents on a white gold band. Both metals are crafted with unique designs, both of the geometric and natural kind, and within the rose gold is set several smaller white diamonds on both sides of the focal point. In general, the ring has suffered some wear and tear over the years, as shown by its mild tarnish, although such is not overly obvious.
[break][break][break]Personality[break]
Gentle, until merciless. While Eris is rarely irritated, and even more difficult to truly anger, her resentment is long lived, crushing any opposition with cold furor. Alas, such is rather seen, though, and for the most part Eris is rather calm, although always calculated. In general her demeanor is somewhat cold, at least to those she doesn't know. That being said, she opens up rather quickly, although almost never entirely.
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[break][break][break]History[break]
The Taiji Mountains, Kingdom of Fiore. A place virtually forgotten by history, and almost as unmemorable to Eris despite it being her birthplace. Indeed, the location itself was of no importance, or at least overshadowed by her family's disparities. Her father abandoned her mother and brother soon after her birth due to her, in his eyes, demonic appearance. While the horns that protruded from the sides of her head have long since ceased to exist, they defined her earliest years, first by her father's betrayal and subsequent borderline abuse by her aforementioned brother, Aaron. Any connection between the two early in life with masked by hatred on his part and terror on hers, and such was further amplified when Aaron found their mother with a dagger through her heart, the extraplanar's life cut short by a mysterious party never found.
[break][break]Soon after, Eris ran from everything she had ever known. For far too many years, she never looked back, having only spent a decade or so with others, and far longer desperately alone. She convinced herself it was better that way, and taught herself magic to disguise her otherworldly appearance, despising what was, at least in her opinion, less than human about herself. Still, as she retained the age of a teenager and eventually realized death was not going to claim her anytime soon, a grim thought for most, Eris became set on travelling to all the various countries of Earthland, if nothing more than a distraction to the questions that plagued her conscience.
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Benediction [C] - metal staff
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Serenitas [C] - her sword
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Sahizal [C] - aaron's sword
[break][break][break]Statistics - 110
[break]Toughness: 15
[break]Acuity: 20
[break]Power: 15
[break]Speed: 20
[break]Magical Strength: 20 [Rank 3]
[break]Magical Fortitude: 20 [Proficiency 3]
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[break][break][break]A Rose Is Nothing Without Thorns[break]
Atorfatius, the virus's fate. A seemingly strange name to describe Eris's magic, at least at a first glance. It revolves around the growth and manipulation of various flora, however such power is pulled from the life of herself and all those around, overuse having drastic consequences. In general, however, such drawbacks are not seen, and unless intended offensively drawing from intelligent life can only be done with express permission. Atorfatius itself can do a variety of things, mostly revolving around support and defense, although techniques that harm others in a more tactical sense are also a specialty.
[break][break]Although capable of deadly force, Eris's magic is oftentimes equally beautiful, as it draws upon the inspiration of nature. Her techniques are generalized, however, and instead utilize whatever particular growth is available to produce the desired effects, at least in most cases. From simple vines as restraints to flower petals used as barriers and gases spewed forth as poisons, Atorfatius is capable of adapting quickly, although with its versatility Eris's magic sacrifices true focus. Its nature, also, despite its user and nomenclature, is inherently human, even with its darker tendencies.
[break][break]Techniques - 6/9[break]
Offensive
Appearance[break]
Overview: The tone Eris's outward image projects is in one word elegant, and in many essentially the same. Although appearing to be twenty or so years old, her movements suggest practice far beyond such, and indeed so does her often wistful gaze, hued a variety of blues, grays, and violets. Her midnight black hair is naturally wavy, yet despite this it is rarely frizzy or out of order, a product of both nature and care. It is usually parted at the center left of her head, and cascades a few inches past her shoulder, although if straightened one can see that it is in actuality longer. Usually, Eris styles it down, although on more special occasions she'll put it into some sort of ponytail or braid.
[break][break]Contrasting her hair, Eris's skin is a fair white, untainted by the scars of her past. Her visage is generally calm, if not somewhat frigid, further exemplified by her high cheekbones and fine jawline. That being said, when her sentiment does change from neutral to content, it does so quite obviously, often with a smile, that although small, spreads to her entire face. Generally, however, her posture and gait suggest a degree of confidence, as Eris more often than not walks with her back straight and head high, although she is more than capable of erasing such tendencies if the need arises. Yes, when it comes to presentation she is a bit of a perfectionist, yet such is not without reason. There is something just so ever slightly mechanical about her movements, as if they have been practiced over and over again rather than instinctive. Although it would take a keen eye to even see such, one would have an even more difficult time correlating it to a specific reason, unless they know her well.
[break][break]Her other peculiarity stems from the color of her blood, a dark plum hue that immediately screams unnatural cause, even if one only catches a glimpse of her face in its apparent revulsion. Eris fears being injured in public for this reason, although it is more so something reactionary rather than she would go out of her way to avoid conflict for such. On another note, her frame is generally described as medium, and in average proportions considering her limbs and torso compared to her moderate height. Her body is slightly more curvy than what one would expect, especially considering the upper half, further accented by her defined collarbones and shoulders. Other than that, however, her anatomy is generally rather lithe, with little extra mass in terms of fat or muscle.
[break][break]Attire: Eris's closet is incredibly diverse, consisting of numerous styles and accessories both old and new. That being said, she usually dresses in what most would define as business casual when out and about, although such varies upon the occasion. She usually tends toward cooler colors, such as blues, purples, and grays, although occasionally Eris will wear a pop of something lighter such as pink or white. In general, she typically presents herself in a professional way, although sometimes wears eccentricities such as fantasy inspired hairpieces and jewelry, and has a tendency to pick out shirts and pants adorned with some type of flower. She has no typical outfit, however, preferring variety, and it's not uncommon for her to be sporting something completely different from one day to the next, disliking repetition.
[break][break]In more proper situations her fashion is much the same, although usually swapping out slacks for dresses of various lengths depending on the formality. Almost always they expose her shoulders to some degree, and are generally of either the a-line or ball gown style. Eris will wear either flats or high heels with said attire, straying away from the boots and other more casual shoes she normally dons on the day-to-day. On the flip side, when combat is a likely consequence of any outing, she will dress in simple black leather, enforced to act as armor although in reality most of her clothing also possesses such quality.
[break][break]More important than anything previously mentioned, however, on Eris's left ring finger sits her wedding ring, an orange-pink round diamond set in rose gold accents on a white gold band. Both metals are crafted with unique designs, both of the geometric and natural kind, and within the rose gold is set several smaller white diamonds on both sides of the focal point. In general, the ring has suffered some wear and tear over the years, as shown by its mild tarnish, although such is not overly obvious.
[break][break][break]Personality[break]
Gentle, until merciless. While Eris is rarely irritated, and even more difficult to truly anger, her resentment is long lived, crushing any opposition with cold furor. Alas, such is rather seen, though, and for the most part Eris is rather calm, although always calculated. In general her demeanor is somewhat cold, at least to those she doesn't know. That being said, she opens up rather quickly, although almost never entirely.
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[break][break][break]History[break]
The Taiji Mountains, Kingdom of Fiore. A place virtually forgotten by history, and almost as unmemorable to Eris despite it being her birthplace. Indeed, the location itself was of no importance, or at least overshadowed by her family's disparities. Her father abandoned her mother and brother soon after her birth due to her, in his eyes, demonic appearance. While the horns that protruded from the sides of her head have long since ceased to exist, they defined her earliest years, first by her father's betrayal and subsequent borderline abuse by her aforementioned brother, Aaron. Any connection between the two early in life with masked by hatred on his part and terror on hers, and such was further amplified when Aaron found their mother with a dagger through her heart, the extraplanar's life cut short by a mysterious party never found.
[break][break]Soon after, Eris ran from everything she had ever known. For far too many years, she never looked back, having only spent a decade or so with others, and far longer desperately alone. She convinced herself it was better that way, and taught herself magic to disguise her otherworldly appearance, despising what was, at least in her opinion, less than human about herself. Still, as she retained the age of a teenager and eventually realized death was not going to claim her anytime soon, a grim thought for most, Eris became set on travelling to all the various countries of Earthland, if nothing more than a distraction to the questions that plagued her conscience.
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[break][break][break]Statistics - 110
[break]Toughness: 15
[break]Acuity: 20
[break]Power: 15
[break]Speed: 20
[break]Magical Strength: 20 [Rank 3]
[break]Magical Fortitude: 20 [Proficiency 3]
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Atorfatius, the virus's fate. A seemingly strange name to describe Eris's magic, at least at a first glance. It revolves around the growth and manipulation of various flora, however such power is pulled from the life of herself and all those around, overuse having drastic consequences. In general, however, such drawbacks are not seen, and unless intended offensively drawing from intelligent life can only be done with express permission. Atorfatius itself can do a variety of things, mostly revolving around support and defense, although techniques that harm others in a more tactical sense are also a specialty.
[break][break]Although capable of deadly force, Eris's magic is oftentimes equally beautiful, as it draws upon the inspiration of nature. Her techniques are generalized, however, and instead utilize whatever particular growth is available to produce the desired effects, at least in most cases. From simple vines as restraints to flower petals used as barriers and gases spewed forth as poisons, Atorfatius is capable of adapting quickly, although with its versatility Eris's magic sacrifices true focus. Its nature, also, despite its user and nomenclature, is inherently human, even with its darker tendencies.
[break][break]Techniques - 6/9[break]
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[break][break]Nepenthe - 3
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