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[b]Name:[/b] Erín Züntér
[b]Alias:[/b] Zaphala, Queen, Master, Mother
[b]Age:[/b] 24
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Nationality:[/b] [s]American[/s], [s]East Slovakian[/s], [s]Center Poland [/s], The Southern Border of Germany
[b]Appearance:[/b] [I]I looks like a person. Duh. The greatest person on Earth and beyond, of course. [/I]

Erin is a bit on the tall side for a woman, standing at 5'10", but is a figure perfect 'goth'. Her hair is long, straight, and dark as the moonless night or a deadly storm cloud, rolling to her waist. Her eyes, a light Hazel rimmed with shadows and long eyelashes, peer out with a kind of hidden light, like the light in an old cellar full of creaks and groans. Her voice floats into your ears and works lines upon your mind like Sheogorath, a ghostly laugh of music and insanity. Her body tempts you like the perfect cake or a hidden Oasis amidst the flying sand of a parched man.

She is hypnotic in movement and speech, a magician of the finest craft, a siren untethered from the sea.

She is your salvation....
....and your death.

[b]History:[/b]
[I]My story? Well, color me delighted. Yes, yes, I'll share my story with you.

I was born in southern Germany to boring parents in a boring town full of fucking boring people. Ma and Pa, they worked a lot. Pa forged steel, worked metals into shapes in the factory. He died quick, the blackness climbed into his lungs and filled them until they bled. He wasn't the first, and he definitely wasn't the last. Ma, though, she worked on horses. Fine work, ya? Now me, I ran wild and free, if you catch my drift. Ah, as a girl I pranced and danced and whirled and twirled. As a budding adult I whirled and twirled in other ways.

I left that boring ass town at 16, set my sights straight for bigger and better. Because the best deserved the best. I made a life hard and fast, and dear Frederic entered my life then, that same year. Ah, such wild love we shared. He was a business man, full of all I could ever want. Mhmm.

We lived in a fair house, full of life and joy. And then, then it happened.

I was with child. Ah, how I yearned for this. How I deserved this! Sweet Valeria, yes, she would be the most beautiful daughter for the most beautiful mother.

But no. No, no, no. I couldn't carry. I couldn't do it. And she was gone. It was all ruin. It was unacceptable. I deserved her.

My joy was gone, replaced by the black pit that was despair.

I would have her.

I delved into the arcane, following strings and pulling, yanking, taking it all in.

I'll find a way to bring her back to me. Because no one else is strong enough to. Certainly not Frederic. 

And then that letter came, and away I go. Spirited along the path to my greatness, seeking my destiny.[/I]

[b]Sin:[/b] Pride.
[I]"I am the most perfect person to ever grace this planet. I deserve it all, everything, the best."[/I]

[b]Virtue:[/b] Patience
[I]"I have waited and worked for years, with years more before me, to obtain my goals. Time is just an illusion to one such as I."[/I]

[b]Personality:[/b] Erín is a whimsical woman. She feels the world owes her everything for the greatness she brings to the table. She can be high and mighty, but deep down she's a mother without a child. She can be nurturing, caring, sweet, and loving if one can invite the feelings forth. In the end, though, she's still a calculating woman who isn't afraid to take drastic measures.

[b]Skills:[/b] [list]
[*] Lock picking
[*] Capable of basic self defense
[*] Knows how to fire a pistol accurately
[*] Is a formidable actress
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[b]Spells:[/b] [list]
[*] Desire's Call (Basic divination pointing towards her current desired objective)
[*] Moonlight (create a small light from her focus equatable to a waxing half-crescent moonlight)
[*] Exorcism - Basic (Is able to banish Rank 1 Demons with preparation, but has never attempted higher)
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[b]Focus:[/b] A vial filled with blood from both her and her miscarried child.

[b]Equipment:[/b] A rather formidable looking serrated dagger, hidden in a sheath on her right thigh

[b]Other:[/b] [I]I walk this lonely road, the only road I have ever known...[/I]

I walk this path alone, who would walk with me?

[h3][b]Pacts[/b][/h3]

[b]Name:[/b] Be'lakor

[b]Titles:[/b] The Devourer

[b]Ranking:[/b] 3

[b]Domains:[/b] Chaos

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
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[b]Gifts:[/b] 

[list][*][i]Gift Name:[/i] Randomization
[*][i]Effect:[/i] All objects of a small car or smaller within eyesight change positions.... Randomly.
[*][i]Cost:[/i] A [I]random[/I] memory.
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[list][*][i]Gift Name:[/i] Designation
[*][i]Effect:[/i] Erín moves from one point to another she can visualize in her mind (commonly within eyesight), leaving behind an apparently dead body for several minutes.
[*][i]Cost:[/i] A [I]random[/I] amount of her ability to feel emotions.
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[b]Summon Cost:[/b] A [I]random[/I] amount of skin. This skin can come from one area or several or even her entire body. Not that she knows until it happens.
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