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[hider= Vivian Puskás] [b] Name: [/b]Vivian Puskás [b] Sex: [/b]Female [b] Occupation: [/b]Gunsmith [b] Height: [/b] 5’6” [b] Weight: [/b] 145 lbs [b] Appearance: [/b] [hider=Vivian][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/17/5d/ca175d1e4757e6fd2f392eaa11c487e2.jpg[/img][/hider] [b] Eldritch Encounters: [/b] [list] [*] Something unknown murders her entire bloodline After Joining Order [*] Necromancer Creating Abominations that wreak havoc in a town [*] Strigoi [/list] [b] Traits: [/b] [list] [*] Scar under/over right eye during fight with Stragoi [*] Firearm expertise [*] Gunsmith [*] Dresses like a Man [*] Lacks Propriety [*] [i]Numerophobia[/i] - The fear of numbers, though her’s is specifically 3 [*] Very uncomfortable with anything that has to do with family [*] Has no desire to further her bloodline [/list] [b] Equipment: [/b] [list] [*] Father’s Masterwork Flintlock (does not carry it with her on missions) [*] Breech loaded Rifle [*] Revolver [*] Hunting Knife [*] Leather Bound Journal [*] Braided chain necklace with a silver Cross Pendant (Belonged to her mother) [*] Leather Great Coat [*] A signet ring, engraved into top is a star made of lines that curve into a point giving the symbol a look as if it was wavering. In the middle of the start is what appears to be a branch with five offshoots, two angling off from the underside and three angling upwards from the top. [/list] [b] Order: [/b] Yes [b] Background: [/b] [list] [*] Born on July 27th in the year of the Red Fire Tiger (1806) [*] Raised learning the way of Gunsmithing as an Artisan style [*] 4th out of 7 Siblings [*] There is no God [*] {disclaimer, this is gruesome… don’t read this if you have issues with icky murder hobo stuff on kids and preggo women} [hider=I’m the only one left… and I don’t know why] . [i]31st of October in the year 1820, I still can’t seem to come to terms with what happened two weeks ago after what any family would consider a normal dinner. The day had started like any other, I was helping father in the shop with a custom rifle order someone had requested as a gift for their soon to be of age son. My eldest brothers have long since moved out of our home and left to do other practices, not wanting to take up the gunsmithing mantel that our family has held for generations upon generations. Never mind that however, as that is not what I am meant to write about. People wish to know what happened, yet I cannot speak it without fear of reliving that horrible night and reverting back to the ‘hysterics’ the rude doctor told me I had been in. I would like to tell you what time it was when I was awoken by the earth shattering screech of my sister Elaina, but the Grandfather clock we had on the landing seemed stuck at such an odd time; 3:33 in the early morning. Thinking someone had broken into our home I rushed out of the room I shared with Anabel, the youngest of my sisters at the young age of 4. So small… so innocent… unaware of the fate that would be meeting her as I took her in my arms to bring her down the steps where I thought I heard my father’s voice. My parent’s room was on the first floor of our home, tucked near father’s workshop so he would not have far to go if he worked late into the night as he often did. As I stepped into our sitting room I nearly slipped on a wet floor, odd considering the floor was dry before we went to bed and Mother was not known for cleaning so late into the sleeping hours. Turning the corner into the main room what I saw there froze me in fear, my mother, splayed out like the dolls Anabel enjoyed playing with; her nightgown torn at the abdomen where my father worked diligently on removing what organs rested there. Beside my mother was her innermost woman part, the thing that was my father but most certainly could not be was circling the bloody organ with my Mother’s intestins, stopping at the third circling. I still could not understand what was happening, neither could my Sister Elaina who was standing at the entrance of her own first floor room, hands over her mouth. Unlike me however, she was able to compose herself enough to try to run away. The sound of her footsteps snapped my father’s head up and directed his attention to the mother to be. My sister was only staying with us because her Husband was away on a business trip and she wished to visit us as she was so close to giving birth. He pounced like a Lion that stalked it’s prey and was ready to feed, his night clothes covered in my mother’s blood, how could I not hear her screams before Elaina’s? Before I had a chance to act, to even say anything or hush the crying child in my arms my father plunged the kitchen knife into my Eldest Sisters back. What I saw next was the very process of what he had done to my mother, his rough gunsmith hands lacking the fine cut of a surgeon. I screamed, I couldn’t help it, the sound tore from my throat like a Banshee’s howl in the night as I watched my father but not my father slice into my sister’s belly and pull out the baby that had been growing within while she still lived. He studied the child for a moment before setting it down, the child twitching yet lungs still full of fluid as it still remained in the uterus. Until that monster cut it out and sliced the chest wide open. How was I still watching this, I do not know, I still do not know how I could stand there and watch him snap the ribcage wide open, each tiny rib pulled apart at intervals of three so they were splayed yet still attached at oddly increasing heights of three. How was i able to watch him then circle the baby still in the nest that was my sisters uterus three times? How was I able to watch him do the same to my 16 year old brother who raced down the steps, now splayed before me with his ribs much like the baby who never had a chance to live? How was I able to withstand watching him kill little Anabel in my arms and pull out her own tiny organ that would never know the growth of a child at my feet? How… how in this godless world was I then able to watch him sheer off his ears from left to right with a flap of skin following revealing his skull? How was I able to watch him slash across his eyes so he knew darkness and how was I able to keep my stomach when He pulled the dulled blade down from the top of the bridge that begun his nose and skinned both nose and mouth away from his face before simply staring at me with sightless eyes? How was it only then, covered in my little sister’s blood, was I untouched before the world around me went dark and my mind replayed 3:33, ribs elevated in 3s at small 3 intervals, a uterus ringed 3 times by intestins, a face skinned in 3 motions with a jaw still working but saying nothing, before I finally lost sight in the world only to wake up surrounded by white? I don’t know. I have no answers to any of these question, I only know that something possessed my father that night to kill all but me.[/i][/hider] [*] It wasn’t only my immediate family, it was everyone in my bloodline, the exact same way by the oldest male in the house in the same exact room… but me. [*] Joined the Order a Year after her Parents Murder, has now been a part of it for 10 years [/list] [b] Personality: [/b] [list] [*] Overly Boisterous at times [*] Sometimes sticks her nose where she shouldn’t [*] Bought of Silence for extended periods of time [*] Hostile towards things she doesn’t understand [*] Reckless [/list] [/hider]