[hider=Asmodeus][color=FFA1EF].::ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖::. [/color]

Asmodeus

[color=FFA1EF].::𝔸𝕘𝕖::. [/color]

Looks to be around her twenties.

[color=FFA1EF].::ℝ𝕒𝕔𝕖::. [/color]

Hylian(?) 

[color=FFA1EF].::𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣::. [/color]

Female 

[color=FFA1EF].::𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖::.[/color]

[hider=Fully armored][img]http://i.imgur.com/rYkyAyD.png[/img][/hider]
[hider=Without Helm][img]http://i.imgur.com/zYA7xcs.png[/img][/hider]
She stands up to about 182cm or 5' 11" tall. Simple white leotard would be all she wear under the armor. Without it, it would be obvious her head was sewn onto a body made up of parts from different people. Has a uniformly toned look to her body regardless.

[color=FFA1EF].::𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘::.[/color]

[hider][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbNTduhMjxE[/youtube][/hider]

[color=FFA1EF].::ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪::.[/color]

Forceful, stubborn and determined.

There was nothing she would let stand in her way, come hell or high water. It was not that she was brave or overly confident, but it was because she did not know any other way. Nor would she act any other way, for she upheld an image of herself that denies any sort weakness that was the show of compromise. Of course this meant she would fight tooth and nail should there be a seemingly insurmountable task ahead of her. She holds the image of an aloof woman to a casual onlooker, one that had experienced many things, some she wished she did not.

Asmodeus was, however, quite curious. Having no real knowledge save for that underground dungeon she was in, she finds most things intriguing, even those that one might find mundane or normal. She'd paw at anything and everything that interests her, until she either figures it out, gets distracted by another thing, or gets bored.

[color=FFA1EF].::𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪::. [/color]

She woke up in a dimly lit room.

There was nothing she remembered, nothing of before or the present. The room she was in looked like it was ransacked, but the layer of dust on everything tells her this happened long ago. Even she had woken up covered in dust and cobweb, as if she had fallen unconscious for a long time.

And yet, she remembered the dream, a persistent voice telling her to wake up.

Finding the word Asmodeus etched into a shard by her hand, she decided to take it as her name, as she started to explore the underground dungeon she was in. There were no other signs of life, save for some monsters and some undead creatures. While she found she remembered how to fight, and what she can do, barely nothing else came to her. At the very end of the dungeon was simply a pile of old bones and a pile of rags that looked like it used to be a finely decorated robe once upon a time. Frustrated and still full of questions, she turned to the dream.

That dream she had, that dream that woke her up, that dream that told her where to go.

With nothing else to go by, she decided to trust the dream and finally existed the security of the dungeon.

[color=FFA1EF].::𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤/𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤::. [/color]

[b]Fighting Skills (FS)[/b]
Weapons skill:5
No matter what the weapon, she could pick it up and use it competently.

Armour skill:6
Wearing armor was not enough, understanding how it works helps in protecting oneself as well.

Shield skill:6
If she had a shield, she could use it very well.

[b]Magic Skills (MS)[/b]
Lightning Magic:3
She can propagate, shoot or redirect lightning, though the lightning she wields and manipulates takes on a markedly darker colour than usual. She also discharges electricity at random, something out of her control.

Odd physique:1
Due to her construction, her basic need for food and water are significantly lower.

[b]Survival Skills (SS)[/b]
Nothing worth mentioning.

[b]Practical Skills (PS)[/b]
Smithing skills:2
Asmodeus was no mastersmith, but her skills are enough to maintain her armaments.

Odd Fitness:5
Her strength, and endurance seems unnatural.

[color=FFA1EF].::𝔾𝕠𝕒𝕝𝕤::.[/color]

She has only one real goal at the moment; finding out who she was and what happened. 

[color=FFA1EF].::𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪::. [/color]

Full set of armor, complete with a cape and helm, rusted here and there and showing its age, but still functional and useable.

Wide steel single edged sword, with spots of rust here and there, functional as well as ornately decorated, but otherwise unremarkable.

[color=FFA1EF].::𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥::.[/color]
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