Post by Steel Eyes Forsaken Bitterness on Oct 23, 2015 10:03:06 GMT
Name:Steel Eyes Forsaken Bitterness of Blood and Tears
AKA: Yuriko
Age: 25
Exaltation/Caste: Abyssal/Dusk
Affiliations:
Bio:
Just a few years ago Yuriko was a simple woman that lead a simple life tending fields by day and studying under the local siffu when her job was done. She had dreams of becoming a hero and protecting her home and people from the various denizens of the wyld that were always so close. She worked hard, and devoted herself to gaining skill and physical prowess enough to carry out her dreams. However, her training was cut short and tested in a way she was not prepared for.
One day after her work in the fields she grabbed her sword and bag and began heading to her master's hut. Her brother, mother and sister all had told her to come straight home that day. They said they needed her, they wanted just a few hours, but she knew she must continue to train. She began her training until her master looked out a window. The village was a blaze and screams could just barely be heard.
Yuriko ran to the fray her sword ready her heart filled with faith in her gods and the strength of her skill, but as she entered the village what she saw was more than her mind was ready for. She saw undead creatures tearing apart the living into pieces and eating them. Her blade tore grotesque heads and limbs from undead bodies but to no avail. Her fist and feet shattered bones. She was a flashing fury, but she could not stop the hoard.
She drew the attention of the leader of the undead, tall, clad in blood black armor and malevolent in the worst ways. It engaged her and allowed her hits and parries at first letting her hope rise as she called out to the gods for strength. As she maneuvered to deal a death strike the armored demon knight simply grabbed her by the throat, laughed in her face and drove his blade through her stomach severing her spine as it passed straight through her.
She fell to the ground as the village burned and had to watch helplessly as her family was killed and eaten, not necessarily in that order. As the ground hungrily drank her blood and her life faded she heard a voice in her mind. The voice offered help, a blessing that the gods had refused her, a way to end the pain of creation and destroy any whom she chose. All she had to do was obey and power beyond measure could be hers.
In her pain, with blood and tears stinging in her grey eyes she accepted. From that moment she was given power and purpose, and she vowed that all would know her bitterness and pain. Creation and it's god's would pay for their apathy and be washed clean in blood and tears.
At times she is know to go into a fit of rage and tear apart any thing that resembles a happy or peaceful scene. This can be literally anything that makes her think of the lie that is peace and hope.
Appearance:
Average height woman with pale skin and eyes. Her dark hair is worn long and tied back often beneath a helm when in battle or worn loose when at rest. She has taken to ritually tattooing herself with bright red tattoos. She wears little when alone besides the light close of the southern peoples but is know for her adorned armor when in battle. She also occasionally wears piercings in various places.
Plot hooks:
Bad girl for literally any occasion
RP's:
Sheet: Link fo ya
AKA: Yuriko
Age: 25
Exaltation/Caste: Abyssal/Dusk
Affiliations:
Bio:
Just a few years ago Yuriko was a simple woman that lead a simple life tending fields by day and studying under the local siffu when her job was done. She had dreams of becoming a hero and protecting her home and people from the various denizens of the wyld that were always so close. She worked hard, and devoted herself to gaining skill and physical prowess enough to carry out her dreams. However, her training was cut short and tested in a way she was not prepared for.
One day after her work in the fields she grabbed her sword and bag and began heading to her master's hut. Her brother, mother and sister all had told her to come straight home that day. They said they needed her, they wanted just a few hours, but she knew she must continue to train. She began her training until her master looked out a window. The village was a blaze and screams could just barely be heard.
Yuriko ran to the fray her sword ready her heart filled with faith in her gods and the strength of her skill, but as she entered the village what she saw was more than her mind was ready for. She saw undead creatures tearing apart the living into pieces and eating them. Her blade tore grotesque heads and limbs from undead bodies but to no avail. Her fist and feet shattered bones. She was a flashing fury, but she could not stop the hoard.
She drew the attention of the leader of the undead, tall, clad in blood black armor and malevolent in the worst ways. It engaged her and allowed her hits and parries at first letting her hope rise as she called out to the gods for strength. As she maneuvered to deal a death strike the armored demon knight simply grabbed her by the throat, laughed in her face and drove his blade through her stomach severing her spine as it passed straight through her.
She fell to the ground as the village burned and had to watch helplessly as her family was killed and eaten, not necessarily in that order. As the ground hungrily drank her blood and her life faded she heard a voice in her mind. The voice offered help, a blessing that the gods had refused her, a way to end the pain of creation and destroy any whom she chose. All she had to do was obey and power beyond measure could be hers.
In her pain, with blood and tears stinging in her grey eyes she accepted. From that moment she was given power and purpose, and she vowed that all would know her bitterness and pain. Creation and it's god's would pay for their apathy and be washed clean in blood and tears.
At times she is know to go into a fit of rage and tear apart any thing that resembles a happy or peaceful scene. This can be literally anything that makes her think of the lie that is peace and hope.
Appearance:
Average height woman with pale skin and eyes. Her dark hair is worn long and tied back often beneath a helm when in battle or worn loose when at rest. She has taken to ritually tattooing herself with bright red tattoos. She wears little when alone besides the light close of the southern peoples but is know for her adorned armor when in battle. She also occasionally wears piercings in various places.
Plot hooks:
Bad girl for literally any occasion
RP's:
Sheet: Link fo ya