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Basic info
Name: Seraphim blance
Age: 20
Birthday: Oct 24th
Gender: female
Race: Faunus/Crow/wings (flightless)
Height:5'6"
Weight: 140 lbs
Face Claim: Momiji Inubashiri
Stats
STR: 5
DEF:1
RES:1
SPT:5
Aura 250|50 HP
Personality
Major: Civilian
Likes:
- Blood
- Torturing
- Murder
Dislikes:
- Peace
- sunlight
- hope
Fears:
- Being cast aside
- Atychiphobia
- Ghost
Talent: Fighting
Weakness Tailoring
Overall Personality: Seraphim is a generally happy girl, though she has problems keeping her "habits" in check. Even so, if you can break through that wall, you can see her smiling and bubbly personality towards murder. She is little crazy fearing that if she doesn't kill someone at least once a year the ghost of those she has killed will come back alive and kill her, this fear causes her to go to great lengths to satisfy her "blood pledge." She's a member of the White fang striving to be the best. She wants people to see that she is will pave the way through her god.
Abilities
Aura type: power
Aura Color: Blood red
Semblance: False God, Seraphim enters a state of mind title false god, while in this state Seraphim is granted access to her bloodline prowlness.
Feather Storm(utility): Seraphim makes a feather storm in the area around her (10 feet), this hinders vision. (10 aura per post)
Grim Feather(Damage): Seraphim creates and shed a 12 inch feather, she then applies her aura to the feather shaping it to become a feather sword. (20 aura per attack)(T1 weapon)
- Grim Feather:
Item 1: (T1 Weapon) Red Death, 21 inches long, made with Tungsten carbide (Moh scale of 9)
Item 2: White Fang Mask (T1 armor)
History and Sample
- History:
- Seraphim was always an unique child since her childhood. She enjoyed watching her father bring back dead animals to be skinned for the next meal, her father didn't knew any better. His wife died at childbirth leaving him with his daughter. He always thought it was just a phase but it was so, much more. At the age of seven, Seraphim ask her father to teach her how to skin. Her father thinking she only wanted to help agreed. It took her a week to get understand and grasp the basic of skinning an animal and it only took her a month to master it. Her father surprise at her natural talent ask her if she wanted to go hunting with him, she replied "of course, father." Her father taught her how to hunt, attack, and defend her against the wilds of the forest. It took her a year to master this. As time past on, Seraphim was at the age of 16 (at the time) and she felt that she learnt everything that is to be taught by her father and in the middle of the night she killed him, she slit his throat with his hunting sword. She knew she could no longer stay here so he covered her bed with deer blood and left. Seraphim soon began wandering the world till the age of 18 where she decided to join the White fang. The white fang gave her a new meaning. It was with the white fang that she felt the blood of another, but this way of living didn't satisfy her for long. It was on her nineteenth birthday where she join a cult religion group who was following a dark god. The priest said that the god demanded a new champion, one that will stain the world with blood and lead forth an era of fear. All the members was given the same trial, combat till death. It was here where her potential was realized. She felt like a new person coming from that blood bath, she made a oath with her god that she would kill a person once a year in order for those she had killed not to haunt her. She would lure a lonely traveler into the woods, and slowly torture them to death but she deem this way of living obsolete. This is how she received her nickname "black angel of the forest" by locals. A woodland killer who been charged with multiple murders and disturbing the peace. She was 20 when she thought of plan "blood", she now moves forward with goal that she can sink her teeth in.
- RP Sample:
- Screams of agony sounded like music to her ears, as she slowly drag her knife down her victims back. The blade slicing into the soft flesh like a hot knife into warm butter. She cut deep enough to draw blood but not deep enough to do serious damage. She wanted to enjoy this moment. "1,000" she said cheerfully as she removed the knife slowly from victims back. Her play thing was conscious even with a thousand cuts on his back. "You deserve a reward" she whispered into her victim ear as she pick up a bag filled with salt. She scope up a hand full of salt with one hand as she gingerly salted the back. Screams of terror filled the air but she continued slowly becoming aroused at the sound. This continued all night long, till the victim was no more. It was just a shell of what it once was, completely broken. She discarded the broken toy like all the rest. "I hope this has appeased you my lord, because it sure did please me~" she said as left the altar.
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