Post by Arisa Deninecha on Feb 26, 2014 6:59:07 GMT
 Arisa Deninecha Job:- N/A Race:- Elf Province:- Was in Rapture now in The Nether Age:- 42 (Or what she recalls herself being. She's actually closer to 100 or so) Gender:- Female Sexuality:- Unknown Likes • Magicks • Having a laugh. • Drinking. • Tattoos (So long as they have some sort of meaning to them, if they have no depth nor meaning she's not interested in the slightest.) • The color red. • Night time. • Hunting. • Archery. • Long walks in the woods. • Singing. • Animals, especially the ones people are generally afraid of. Dislikes • Annoyances. • Immature males who can't differentiate between penis and brain. • When men only talk to her chest, it's a fast way to get in to her shoot to kill books. • Limes. • Tomatoes. • Tabasco Sauce. • When it's too hot outside. • When people poke at her ears, it doesn't anger her or anything, just makes her fidgety. Personality Traits • Adventurous • Compasionate • Dependable • Persistent • Stubborn • A bit of a tease • Confident • Dutiful • Reliable • Pushes her luck a little sometimes • Sarcastic (with some people) • Impulsive • Does not tolerate stupidity/idiocy very well • Bad temper • Vengeful The History The earliest memory that Arisa can recall is from forty-two years ago. She woke up at the borders of Rapture, without a name, without a memory and with her face and front in the snow, blood soaking in around her. What had happened she was unaware of but she had killed to survive. She had been cast out in to The Gray and upon entering she and those whom were with her had been attacked by those they call Supernaturals. Her daughter was slaughtered, her husband taken from her as well, her siblings all dead around her. Yet she had no idea who these people even were any more. She just saw them as nameless people in the snow. She had no idea how hard she had fought to save these people, had no idea that the blood splattered all over the place was mostly hers and she could barely remember how to walk, or talk let along anything more. She had to crawl through the snow at first, slowly forcing herself up on to two legs and walking though staggering and falling a lot along the way, being bruised as she reached the first village. She had passed many bodies, some were the same color and type as her own, with the long ears, others were not her kind and when she eventually stepped foot in a village, she was, welcomed. She didn't understand why but over time she learned how to speak again and how to function at least somewhat normally. She had initially had to have someone clean her up and see to a wound that was on the back of her skull, apparently she was lucky she hadn't just died from head trauma. Her thanks to these people for taking her in, for looking after her and teaching her their ways was to protect them and help them with their chores. She earned her keep. She worked hard and she became a little different to how she had once been. Instead of turning a blind eye and trying to stay out of fighting she charged in to it if it was threatening those she actually seemed to have some sort of caring for. She did this for years, learning two abilities along the way that she was able to pick up from practice and books that these people had. She would show them what she had learned and put it in to practice to make life easier. With these abilities and the people of this village helping her progress life was good. Till everything recently crumbled right before her eyes. This place she fought so hard to protect was destroyed and her pride along with it, beaten down and drained of her strength she became nothing more than cattle in the end as did many of the women from this place. Dragged from their homes, chained, collared, children snatched from their mothers arms, babes only three months old tossed in to gutters and beaten to death, men who were strong subdued and enslaved, it was enough to bring her to tears she'd never seen anything like it, nor did she understand why people did this. Why not just ask them to work for you rather than tie them up and drag them around only to sell them like a piece of meat at a market? It was degrading, it was appalling and it was something that really made her blood boil. Sadly there wasn't anything she could do about it. She would simply be shocked and she valued life. Besides she was smart enough to work her way out of any place that took her. Of course her looks would most likely end with her being taken rather quickly from the ranks of servants and slaves. She simply had to hope whoever decided to 'buy' her was stupid and she could simply break away. That was most likely wishful thinking on her part. She's still stuck in The Nether waiting to be dragged from her pen and taken from place to place to be purchased. They keep ignoring her for the most part and she's unsure of why. Perhaps they're trying to figure out what to do with her, whether to keep her for themselves or sell her on, she's seriously hoping the second option is the one that comes around because she would probably stab anyone that made a move on her if they're any of the ones that hurt the people she knew. She's taken a vow of silence for the most part, only her ears move when she's listening. She also refuses to give her name as it's the name the people who took her in gave her. Arisa Deninecha. So they've simply given her a number to call her by and they've gone as far as to brand her, though the brand is small and is hidden near her hair line as not to damage any other part of her. Her life right now is dark to say the least. Abilities • Duplication - Arisa can make a solid copy of herself, though she drops in magic potency and strength her double has the same as her in regards to strength, magic potency and endurance. This can be used twice to make a second duplicate and the duplicates last for about four turns. All duplicates can share thought processes meaning they can all target the same person or separate targets so long as she is conscious, if knocked unconscious all her duplicates vanish. This ability can be used twice in any one thread and has a six post/turn cooldown between uses (if she uses it and it lasts the full four turns, the cooldown starts AFTER that duration.). • Blood Manipulation - The ability for the user to use their own blood as solidified weapons (usually a bow in her case and arrows) or a mist like substance that can be solidifed and manipulated at will. Since it requires the users blood and usually a large amount depending on the item being made she can only use this to make three different items. So if she makes a bow and arrows she'd make the bow and two arrows, then she'd have to wait six turns to use it again. |
