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[b]Name:[/b]
[i]Drana Spitel[/i]

[b]Age:[/b] 19

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Nation of Origin:[/b] Donaeath

[b]Persona:[/b]
Cold-blooded, barbaric, vagrant...
Drana Spitel is an individual who cannot maintain a good track record within any sensible city for very long. There is just some inherent aspect to her very nature that drives her to break the rules' bones so badly that a farmer inevitably has to mercy-kill the law itself. It is this completely indifferent attribute that has allowed her to survive homelessly for so long, even moreso against the creatures of god that she so revels in slaughtering. Drana is accommodating at times, being quite open to experience and having little qualms with sharing any aspect of her life with complete strangers; why should she distrust them? They would die if they fucked with her, after all. A wanderer with no inhibition to hold her back from spontaneous bouts of success of comfortable living, Drana is the centipede that crawls from the dark corner to dark corner.

[center][b]Equipment:[/b][/center]

[*]Nolox - The vile creature is considered a tool for Drana to use at her disposal, and as a recipient of many insults and rantings. Intimidating as he is, to Drana he is moreso a punching bag than anything else. Despite this, Nolox is quite the terrible force, being quite adept at navigating dense urban environments and with stealth -especially in the cover of darkness under night or under ground. Being a vampede, Nolox displays a number of powers himself including enhanced regeneration, night-vision, toxic strikes, nd toxin immunity. His size alone is formidable enough, and with countless blade-like legs, he can rip common men to shreds.[/*]
[*]Tiger Claws - Drana possesses a pair of long-bladed tiger claw fist weapons, with each unit sporting two individual blades.[/*]
[*]A seemingly indispensable number of cigarettes.[/*]

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[*]Essence of the Vampede - Having ingested the venom glands of a powerful vampede and lived through sheer force of will and domination, Drana has adopted the powers of a terrible amalgam made by misguided science. Having integrated with her body, Drana enjoys several benefits including increased physical strength and toughness, as well as the ability to see perfectly in any level of darkness. Her saliva has become a toxic substance with an LD50 mimickign that of batrachotoxin. The toxin affects the nervous systems of those it afflicts, causing painful muscle spasms, paralysis, and eventually death if left untreated. Much like her partner, Drana also features enhanced regenerative capabilities, able to regain lost limbs over the course of a few days. Blood loss nevertheless still affects her as per the norm.

A more disturbing effect of the vampede organ integration, however, is her ability to spontaneously create centipede-like limbs in place of arms that can extend several dozen feet. Their foremost claws can deliver toxins directly, as well as grab objects or smash through fortified structures. These particular limbs enjoy near-instant regeneration.

In addition, Drana is immune to nearly all forms of poison and toxin, save for magically-created species. In fact, she possesses the ability to ingest particular substances and integrate them into her vile bites and strikes.[/*]

[b]Additional Info:[/b]

[url=http://i.imgur.com/4eTvjDD.jpg]Nolox[/url] is a [i]vampede[/i], an accidentally created monster that had escaped its creators clutches (after massacring the facility) and wreaked havoc in the borders of Daear before being subjugated by Drana. Nolox appears as an immense centipede with a more humanoid head than an insectoid one. His body reaches nearly thirty feet long, and sports a disturbing number of steely, blade-like legs along its length. Noxol's foremost pair of legs can inject a lethal poison, as well as suck the fluids from his victim's bodies.

Indeed, he is a fusion of the Daear ploys at creating a vampire, and a centipede. Thinking himself some noble creature, Noxol dons a rather large tattered cape over his "shoulders" and speaks with a flair few commonfolk can decipher. Well-versed in the ways of necromancy, Noxol was feared as a sort of lich in the towns he haunted; at nights, the vampede would scurry from his bottomless tomb to feed upon the living before enthralling the bodies he left in his wake. Now practically enslaved by Drana, he has since forgone such grandiose behavior. Incapable of defeating Drana himself, Noxol was forced to obey her orders, both out of fear and necessity.

[b]Post Example:[/b]
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"How gaudy. You call this interesting? I've seen four year old children with more terrifying abodes." Drana stood amidst an unnerving mist that crawled across the walls and floor, obscuring the countless arched tunnels that bore their way into them. It seemed more like the focal dumping point of a sewage system than the domain of a vampiric lord; only the coldness and blue-tinged atmosphere had averted such gross interpretations, ultimately. A deep groan reverberated from within the cloud, obviously more annoyed than fearsome.

"Your insolence is getting on my nerves, human. You may have torn your way through scores of pitiful undead that could barely crawl out of their own graves, but your rampage ends here," the mechanical, crackling voice responded. Drana reached into her pants pocket and retrieved a small white note, reciting it with an apathy that would get any royal messenger sentenced to the guillotine.

"The ugly vampire has been found guilty on too many accounts to count. Some include the unneeded enthralling of cows, and proceeding to tip them, demands for weekly maiden sacrifice," Drana looked up from her note to the invisible entity beyond and rose an eyebrow, "You have some bad taste I must say. The town is quite lacking." She continued with the note, "Unwanted dumping of undead in the local orphanage, using your thralls to steal material from the quarry to build poorly-representative statuettes, and general tomfoolery." Drana paused for a long moment, scanning over the note quite carefully before flicking it to the side.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that right?" she groaned, as if it were her problem to deal with.

"Aaah! Silence!" the monster screamed back. The clouds suddenly dispersed to reveal a winding body covered in metal plating and ripped blue cloth. At its head, a masked and scarred metal visage stared down at Drana with spiteful, darkened eyes. The centipede's legs rippled like a wave where the creature had reared up, towering over the human standing before it. "You die here," it claimed. Lashing out with viper-like speed, the centipede monster slammed its foremost talons into the spot where Drana had jumped from.

Stepped aside, really, would have been a better term. Drana apathetically turned to the temporarily paused beast and readied her fist.

"What can you do against my armo-GAH!" the creature screamed bloody murder as Drana quite literally punched a hole into the side of its chest. Her arm was doused in orange blood that dripped copiously from the wound, with more of it gushing plentifully as she gripped the structure held within. A sickening crunch, tear, and Drana pried some tissue from the monster's innards. By then, she had already drowned herself in the creature's ichor. Recoiling in pain, the centipede eventually came through and had begun to laugh heartily.

"The blood in your eyes will kill you, surely," it proclaimed, hunched over at the point Drana had entered. Unfettered, Drana simply eyed the bulbous organ she gripped in her barely visible hand. A sudden spark in her eyes, and the grin that accompanied it confused the vampede. "Wait- what are you doing-" Voraciously, Drana tore into the sac with her mouth, devouring as much of the gore as she could like some starved crow into the body of a tortured war criminal. She quickly gagged, but maintained a steady pace, failing to hack up the undoubtedly toxic material she was voraciously consuming. "You're fucking insane!"

Within but minutes, the large sack of meat had been fully ingested, leaving but a few trails of gore splattered on the wet stone below. Cracking her knuckles, Drana cemented the surety that this so-called vampire lich centipede was about to loose tenure.

"Your title is too long, shitface."
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