[@Zeroth]
Heyo, here ya go. Tell how she looks and if there are problems~

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[b]Name:[/b]
[indent]Ashlyn Irving[/indent]
[b]Theme:[/b]
[hider=Ah...I wonder, could I be jealous of others and their happier lives?]
[youtube][url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmjTBTY_KXY[/url][/youtube][/hider]

[b]Gender:[/b]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[b]Species:[/b]
[indent]Fanged Lizard[/indent]
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[b]Appearance:[/b]
[indent]Small, not too threatening looking, and overall not very impressive. Ash is a fairly typical Fanged Lizard, with a small about as big and long as an average human arm. She does however, have a few easily identifiable markings from other Fanged Lizards, carrying a few outstanding physical identifiers. Most notable would be the thin, vibrant but [color=#7851A9]dark purple[/color] stripes she has running from the end of her nose, to the tip of her tail. Her lizard like eyes, are a [color=#00A86B]vibrant green[/color].

Has a tendency to watch things instead of engaging in fights or otherwise exert physical activity, preferring to boss others around or talk her way out of problems.[/indent]

[b]Goals:[/b]
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-Research new chemicals and such in this world, and use that knowledge to better her own position.
-Too little information to work on. Perhaps she'll take it easy and not overwork herself to near-death like last time? She has little interest in helping people.

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[b]Past Life:[/b]
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Ashlyn, is a product of a wealthy upbringing and near perfect education. A typical story of a perfect kid burning themselves out and going a bit off the deep end.

Born in a large city in the United States, she had one of the best damn lives anyone could have hoped for growing up. She was born into a family of doctors, scientists, and other such people who had been such for generations and were quite proud of their lineage. Intellectuals, philosophers - the Elite of the elite, some might say. A little pompous, haughty, and self-serving as well, but such is the nature of human beings if one would ask her.

Ash was expected to be no exception. From the moment she was born she was made to study, go to the best schools, eat healthily, etc. Things such as that. Her parents were fairly controlling of how she was supposed to be, affording her very little leisure time. A lonely existence, that perhaps jaded her a little growing up since the word 'friend' was something fairly foreign to her. Even so, she worked tirelessly to better her academic studies in all fields. For most of her early life, she didn't question this. She pursued knowledge simply for the sake of knowledge, even if she ended up almost shunning everyone but her parents and immediate family. She worked hard, winning several awards in her school district in a number of academic areas. Maths, sciences, and literature areas. It was during a party her parents planned for this little victory of hers, did she realize something.

She was [i]exhausted[/i].

Not Physically - mentally. Almost as if her brain had decided to take a vacation without warning, and she began to question a few things. Most notably - why she was trying so hard. She had never given it a thought before - why she was doing anything. She just did as she was told by her parents without a care, question, or heed to what she herself wanted. Typical things any kids asked themselves, really - but it perhaps affected her harder than others.

Depression is a nasty thing.

She became mildly obsessed with her appearance, preferring to spend days excessively applying, removing, and then reapplying make-up, visiting beauty salons and almost neurotically trying to find something [i]anything[/i] that made her feel something other than complete and utter apathy towards everything. She never got into drugs or stuff like that of course - she was smarter than that and valued her intellect above anything else. Drugs would only hurt that. Of course, she tried not to let this this lack of interest to affect her grades.

The rest of her life wasn't any better. She spent most of it just coasting through, taking each day as they came, not really doing much else from her work at a pharmaceutical companies research division. She spent most of her time playing with deadly chemicals and seeing exactly how the interacted with living, organic tissue - not that no one ever found out about that little morbid curiosity of hers. Never married, or really had any personal relationships.

In the end, she died alone at the age of fifty seven from work related stress, never really living a very exciting or what one would call a 'fulfilling' life. 

When she was offered a second chance of life, she was skeptical at first. Demon lord? Living again? What sort of ridiculous statement was that? That said...she had never really been one to change the course of her own life. Perhaps she could change that here? She had an extensive knowledge of chemicals, how they reacted with others...perhaps that could be put to use here?

Well, why not? No need to start arguing with people just yet, heh. She accepted the deal without hesitation.

[b]Abilities:[/b]
[u][indent][i][b]Stun fang I[/b][/i][/indent][/u] - injects poison when biting an enemy that will cause their bodies to seize up. They become unable to move until they are cured or it wears off. (Fanged Lizard starting skill)

[u][indent][i][b]Poison Spit I[/b][/i][/indent][/u] - lobs a ball of liquid poison over a short distance. Even if it doesn’t inflict status, it has an acidic burn. (Fanged Lizard starting skill)

[b]Transformations:[/b]
Fanged Lizard

[b]Inventory:[/b]
[indent]- Nothing at the moment.[/indent]

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