And here we go.

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Name: Mania Livington
Age: Mania's age is uncertain, though rumoured to be around 200 through folktales. At sight however, she hardly seems to be older than 17.
Sin: Lust
Height: 5'3
Weight: 104lbs
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Emerald green
Gender: Female

Written Appearance: The rumours of Mania's dazzling beauty are widespread, and the tales of her deeds are many. Yet should one meet her, one would almost feel disappointed. There's certainly some appeal to her, but the tales seem to hyperbole her otherwise fairly plain look. Short, she is. Her auburn hair falls down her back, the tips ending just below her shoulderblades in a dense, wavy, almost waterfally-fashion. Her headshape is that of a heart, with slightly puffed out cheeks that give her a slightly childish touch. Her eyes line up, and seem wide and impressed by everything, as if it is the first time she sees them. Her lips are fairly thin and unremarkable, and the nose is small and perky.

Her body is however in a fine hourglass form, and all her extended limbs seem small and fragile. Her chest area offers little to be impressed by, though her hips atleast [i]show[/i] that she is of age. Should one undress her one would take notice of her defined muscles, not overly bulky but clearly there. Atleast she takes care of her physique.

Her preferred clothing is as tame as she otherwise seems. A generic, green and loose-fitting tunic covering her torso with a tight-sitting long-sleeved shirt beneath it. Her trousers are loose and of comfortable material, ending with a tight-sitting rim to her ankles. She does not seem to wear footwear at all.

Brand Appearance: The brand is a grey-ish mark formed like a web that cover a decent part of her abdomen.

Personality: Short-tempered, crass and childish is in many ways the easiest way to describe Mania when unsatisfied. She's quick to anger and resorts to violence quite frequently if stirred. She also seems to have a masochistic side to her, and she often searches for people that can quench her rather delirious desires. However should she be satisfied, her persona is completely different. Cheerful, friendly and quite the vicious gossipper is what one could describe her as. She much prefer being this person, and does her best to keep herself off edge. As such, she's often thought to be a person of desires.

Background: 'kay

Current Story: How she arrived at the outskirts of this particular village out in the woods, she doesn't seem to recall. And if she did, she wouldn't really heed it any much thought. Something about banishment was atleast in her memory, though for reasons she did not know. No, instead, the girl travelled about, keeping out of reach from those inhabiting the forests. Whispers and stories of her presence still walk about the populace, and once in a while a curious group headed out to find this rumoured beauty. 

Weapon: At her right hip is a coiled rope clamped in place. When unfolded, it is a couple meters long whip with nails poking out. Something she had crafted in a time period she cannot remember, yet her skills with it seem unparallelled.

Ability: Black Widow's Song, an ability that causes her song to enthrall any that listen. It holds an almost intoxicating effect, altering their view of her completely to be the personification of perfect beauty tha the stories of her feats tell. 


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Trees, weeds, bushes. All there was to see is just more woods. A dense forest of nothing but more lumber and pathways that all lead to the very same spot that she now stood. It was frustrating, incredibly frustrating even, how she had spent the third day in a row to get away from this very spot. And yet, all she found was the remains of her own camp again and again. The same lump of rocks with the charred wood, the same compact spot where the tent had been and the same feeling of exhaustion. How much she wished someone had taught her how to navigate and maneouver around the forest. But no one had, and now she's stuck in this forest.

How long had she been there anyways? She was not sure, at first she hadn't really bothered keeping count. It wasn't annoying at that point, but now it certainly was. Horrendously so. The short Sinner reached for the coiled whip at her flank, pulling it off while her head pounded. [i]Thwack. Thwip. Thweeen.[/i] The edged whip flew back and to, scarring the trees in her frustration. She kept throwing the long rope around herself for what might seem hours until her arms dropped and her body heaved for air. [color=ec008c]"BLOODY FOREST!"[/color] she cried out, finally succumbing to her need for air. It truly has been too long since her last night out.
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