Username: Lucius Cypher
Name: (the) asura (never gave herself a name, thus refers to her species)
Race: Asura
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Homeland: The Abyss
Appearance: 
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/6AxKQmP.jpg[/IMG]

Usually wears some armor and a cloak to hide her figure, but always amkes sure that she never wears anything that restricts her arms. Backless clothing often are her go-to wear. Wears a respirator that allows her to breath in various environments as well as changes her voice. She can use it to translate her speech into other languages, but she herself won't understand it.
Size: 5 Ft 8 In, she's rather thin aside from the extra bulk her arms provide. Is very light.
Elemental Affinity: Light
Bio: The asura was created in the Abyss. Who her parents or creator were, she never knew. A pale, scrawny asura who looked more like a freakish human than a bulking monstrous demon? Such a thing has never occurred, at least not commonly. Her very existence was seen as a fallacy against the demons of the Abyss. Her time there was miserable. She was killed and mutilated, but as a demon in the Abyss, the sweet embrace of death was also something that eluded her. For years, the asura suffered in this place. She sought release. She wanted to die, and to end her existence. She escaped to the mortal world, seeking death it it meant being released from her pain. But out here, in the mortal world, the pain was much worse. Everything was harmful to her. Broken and lost, she merely closed her eyes underneath a tree, and hoped that when she woke up that this was all just a nightmare. She was around fourteen than.

When she woke up, she was being rocked gently on a tree. She wasn't sure what was happening. She thought this was the afterlife. But no, this was the real world. Not a nightmare, but not any better. The asura looked down and saw that the tree was moving with long, but slow strides. This tree was Karnage. He found the six-armed girl and adopted her on a whim. She feared the tree creature and fled, only for him to chase her down. She kept running from him, but Karnage would never let her escape. She tried to find a way to stop him, but she was weak, and could not fight him directly. She sought to end her life before he could take it. Their chase led her to the side of a chasm. It was into a dark Abyss, much like the world she once came from. Fear took hold of her, but mostly, she just wanted everything to end. She jumped. Karnage came after her.

It seemed that even Death wanted nothing to do with her, so long as Karnage was alive. Time and time again he would come to her rescue, and try to explain himself. But the asura didn't understand it. Why would he want to save her? He had no reason; he did so because he could. In a way it angered her. She hated that he seemed to only be bothering her on a whim. She wanted to die but he did not allow her. She felt like a prisoner to him, which didn't help since he was rather intent on making sure she never escaped him. But while she was forced into his company, he never really did anything to her. Some of the time, she actually began to enjoy the traveling the two did. Karnage was exploring the world, as he was a stranger to these lands. The asura herself was in awe at the places they saw, and the things that people did. Carnivals, fairs, competitions. When faced with enemies, Karnage protected her. When they entered towns, neither of them were ran out by the towns folk. Karnage tried his best to show the asura the world they lived in. For all it's horrors, there was beauty in it.

When the asura was eighteen, Karnage showed her something. He called it a gun. A weapon that gave power to the weak. He taught her how to use it, and it's many variances. but he also told her of the weight of power that she would have to be responsible for, as well as making her think long and hard for why she uses it. Even now, while the asura increases her skills, she still wonders what she does with her power. For now she follows Karnage, hoping to somehow repay him for the life he showed her. One day however, she plans to leave the nest and live on her own two feet. Until than, she just takes things one day at a time.

Personality: Despite how her life has treated her, the asura now wants to do nothing more than to become stronger to protect others like her. To give them strength when they had nothing. How she's suppose to do that she isn't sure. She has a lot of heart, but not a lot of thought. When given the choice between being good and being lawful, she chooses to be good. She believes that everyone had a choice, and many tend to make bad choices in their lives. But they have the choice of redemption regardless of their past. She's forgiving and merciful in a way, but when push comes to shove, you don't want to know how she's like when she's not forgiving or merciful.

Skills: The asura is very knowledgeable with firearms, and with the right materials she can make her own bullets and guns. She also is very well read thanks to looking through Karnage's many, many journals, though they usually just offer a guideline of what to do rather than any actual skills. The asura herself is very perspective; nothing escapes her senses, not even lies. When it comes to finding things, she likes to think that she's the best. She's also pretty good at hiding herself, helpful since she's actually rather physically weak despite being an asura. Even her current conditioning makes her only strong enough to use her weapons. The asura has also been practicing some magic she read from Karnage's journals, mostly minor summoning magic to summon small items to her, like ammo. The largest thing she's ever summoned were her weapons.

Equipment: She uses two hand guns, a shotgun, and has two magazine-fed bolt-action rifles, though she's trying to figure out how to make it automatic. She also has used her knowledge on bullet making to create some explosives, though they're fairly weak. She has a dagger and an axe, but they are rarely used as weapons; the knife is for utility and the axe for trimming Karnage.

Other: Karnage has come to call the asura Seraph, though while she responds to it if he calls her that, she merely thinks of it as some sort of nickname for whom she thinks of as an adopted father. Seraph despises other Asuras, and often thinks of shooting them when no one else is around. She usually has more self control than that, but the thoughts are still there.