Is this still open yeah? Hmm, I'm not entirely sure that I've got everything right here - so please let me know if anything needs changing. [hider=Eris Gornblood][center][img]http://img12.deviantart.net/d521/i/2012/171/4/a/__rubina___by_ice__depth-d4uc4tf.jpg[/img][/center] [color=A9A9A9][color=800000][b]Name:[/b][/color] Eris Gornblood [color=800000] [b]Appearance:[/b] [/color] A twenty-six year old woman with a thin, graceful physique - Eris's appearance is somewhat fascinating. She has a feral, wild look that is both mysterious and menacing. Her pale ivory skin makes it seem as if she hasn't seen the sun in years, and the dark smudges around her eyes are either the result of sleepless nights or charcoal being smeared around her face carelessly - most likely the latter. Although she may seem frail, Eris is built of a surprising amount of muscle, tight underneath her flesh and ready to whip into motion. Her features tend to hold a large variety of emotions, with the ability to change from blissful happiness to murderous rage in a fraction of a second. Most think her eyes are the most intriguing part of her, however; they are a dark brown colour, but most would say black due to the emptiness of them. The majority of the time they hold little to no emotion, only an icy calculating curiosity that can freeze one to the spot. [color=800000] [b]Biography: [/b] [/color] Eris suspects her mother was of Sivar Velg origin, hence her pale complexion. She never officially found out, however, as her mother died during childbirth. She was partially raised by her father, a Jzarean priest who held more love for the snake goddess than his daughter. The girl was brought up with ruthless beatings, punishments and penalties for doing or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. At the age of twelve, her father took her and passed her around a group of soldiers - each one doing unspeakable things to her before leaving her in the dirt. All The while she was screaming, asking what she had done wrong, cursing her father, the soldiers, even her mother for bringing her into this world and leaving her there, completely alone. What was this world, so full of pain and anger and punishment? Why would she suffer when there were so many basking in the praise of everyone they met. Something inside of Eris snapped that night. She slit the throats of each of the soldiers without a word, methodologically and silently. She left her father until last, scrutinising him with a flicker of amusement as he prayed to the goddess for mercy. Mercy in which he was never given. So, at twelve summers old, Eris chose to be alone and left her people and former self behind. It was from there that Eris travelled, living off of scraps she either stole or begged. There were whispers in the streets of some group of huntsmen, but her interest was only shown once she had encountered her first vamphiir at the borders of Sivar Velg. The fight was bloody, but the girl merely laughed at the ugly gash she received that sliced across her abdomen. It was as if she couldn't feel pain any more, or she didn't care whether it hurt or not. She won the fight in the end, plunging her arrow into the creature's eyeball and holding it there until it was fully dead. That was the moment that decided what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. She took all of the uncontrollable rage she felt towards her own people and directed it at the undead, training relentlessly from the age of thirteen until now. [color=800000] [b]Personality:[/b][/color] Eris is not dark as much as she is mad. Her true character is unknown even to herself as her life is a mixture of façades and lies. One moment she can be ditsy and child-like, the next she can be cruel and manipulative. Most that meet her often find her to be ageless; someone that has lost their way in the art of growing up and staying perched on the barrier separating childish influences and adulthood maturity. To those she views as on the same side as her, she is comfortable and almost friendly; but still has that broken essence to her that most can't place their finger on. Her abnormal creativeness and madness reaches to the point of insanity sometimes, and often intimidates people. She has long lost the value of her own and anyone else's lives and can be counted on when it comes to reckless, life-threatening tasks. Her hatred for the undead is one of the only things that keeps her rooted in the 'good side'. If it weren't for the Order, she'd most likely be living up to her name and creating chaos throughout the whole realm just to amuse herself. Although she is very dangerous, she can come to be surprisingly likeable and easy to get along with. She isn't someone to trust, for sure, but she is a good person to be around. [/color][/hider]