Here's my second character Animus.

[hider=Marianne][b]Name:[/b] Marianne
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance:[/b] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/zAxsw1P.jpg?1[/img][/center]
[b]Kingdom:[/b] Sky Kingdom
[b]Personality:[/b]
Marianne is quite the interesting persona to all that happen to stumble upon her. Despite the fact that she’s a dark mage and generally looked upon with fear and scorn for meddling in the forbidden arts, she is soft-spoken and polite a good majority of the time. So much so in fact, that she often stresses the proper difference between a lady and a heathen to anyone caring to listen.

That being said, Marianne’s favorite topic of discussion would have to be the many ways in which to incapacitate her foes. She’s the kind of person who would gladly explain to you when and how you’ll die over a cup of tea. She does not fear death, claiming that death is only the next stage in Atro’s course. Of course, that doesn’t excuse her rather…odd habits. 

She’s called the Corpse Collector for a reason.

One such habit seems to be a fascination with eyes. Human eyes, dragon eyes…really anything that moves around in the socket and blinks. Probably has something to do with her covered right eye, though she’ll momentarily drop the regal air and proceed to go into something akin to a panic attack whenever people mention it.

And yet despite all of these…interesting features, Marianne is a person that genuinely cares for those around her. That is, those who can tolerate her poetic and morbid nature. Of course, with friendship comes loyalty and protection. The others may be bound by their morality, but Marianne is a girl who is willing to do any and all things for the sake of her friends. Anything…even if it means taking a few lives through dirty manners.

[hider=Post Example] “Oh, but don’t you think his eyes are so wonderful sir? Just look!”

Smiling at the traveler, Marianne leaned in to gently pry the dead man’s eye lid open. Her fingers and thumb gently caressed the iris, as if treating a wounded animal or comforting a newborn. It was…well, really creepy if one had to be blunt with her.

“You can tell from that little speck in his lower corner that he died believing in what he fought for. And that he was scared. Really, really, really scared. It’s funny sir!”

Suddenly, the edge of her fingers began to glow with an inky purple smoke. She was using dark magic to do something…without warning or notice, she quickly plucked the dead man’s eye right out of his socket. A soft plop sound was faintly heard as the dark deed was done. Grinning widely, she held up the dripping orb for the now trembling traveler to see. The iris was a rich blue in tint.

“Oops. Never mind. I suppose I didn’t need your help anyway? No, that’s not right…I guess I just wanted an audience. ”

She giggled happily before placing the severed eye into a small pocket on her dress. 

“Nosferatu," she began to explain. "It’s really a handy little spell, right? The user grows strong by taking the victim’s life and stamina. Or, that’s how it’s supposed to go I think.”

Turning around, she was about to plunder the second one when she sensed the air around them shift. She turned back to notice that the Crimson Hound’s presence was soon fading. Sighing, she gave the corpse one more longing look before making up her mind.

“The Crimson Hound is leaving without us sir, so it’s best for us to take our leave now, lest we lose track of her. I hear she’s still got some pretty cool looking eyes herself. Isn't that why you want to meet her too? You came here to meet her, right? Because she’s got awesome eyes...right?”

Not caring for a real answer to her questions, Marianne grabbed the man’s hand with the palm that held the eye, smearing blood and eye fluid all over his figure. She eagerly began to pull him along in the direction of the Crimson Hound. She didn’t take more than five feet before pausing.

“By the way mister, about you…it looks like you have two different colored eyes yourself.”

She turned around and flashed him a smile.

[b][i]“If you die on me…promise me I can have them. Ok?”[/i][/b]

Her tone immediately changed once more as she whirled around and continued to make haste for her big sister. Just what was with this girl?[/hider]

[b]Equipment:[/b] Apart from her eye-patch, Marianne is usually found with a variety of body parts on her figure. Be it an eye, severed finger, or something much more gruesome, chances are that if it grows on the body, Marianne has collected it in some way. Furthermore, she carries her trusty grimoire and personal diary, Lazarus around at all times.


[b]Ability/Magic/Technology:[/b] Marianne’s grimoire is named Lazarus for good reason. As a mage that practices in the dark arts, her magical prowess is unnaturally high for someone her age. Of course, such power does wonders in corroding the mentality of her person, making her unstable at times. Her most potent technique involves stealing the life of her enemies and using the resulting force to heal her own figure. 

Though despite her eerily powerful control over the unnatural and…just plain disturbing forces, her mastery over the dark arts leaves her vulnerable to lighter arcane magics. That, and she hates bright magic due to it being hard to look at.[/hider]