[center][h1]A Monster Within[/h1][/center] ____________________________________________________________________________________ Basic Info [b][color=ed1c24]Name:[/color][/b] Those who know her true name have all perished [b][color=ed1c24]Player:[/color][/b] Dr.Catfish [b][color=ed1c24]Gender:[/color][/b] Female [b][color=ed1c24]Nicknames:[/color][/b] Betrayer, Wendigo, Bunyip, Tormented, Afflicted, Harbinger, Accursed, Intolerable, Judas-Marked, Black Heart, Merciless One and countless vulgarities which come to common men. [b][color=ed1c24]Race:[/color][/b] Possessed [b][color=ed1c24]Class:[/color][/b] Mutator [b][color=ed1c24]Alignment:[/color][/b] True Neutral [b][color=ed1c24]Deity:[/color][/b] Phobetor [b][color=ed1c24]Age:[/color][/b] Is at least twenty four, however she stopped aging around eighteen [b][color=ed1c24]Size:[/color][/b] Diminutive [b][color=ed1c24]Body Type:[/color][/b] Waiflike [b][color=ed1c24]Height:[/color][/b] 5'0 [b][color=ed1c24]Weight:[/color][/b] 89 Pounds (40.3 KG) [b][color=ed1c24]Complexion:[/color][/b] Ashen [b][color=ed1c24]Hair:[/color][/b] Raven with strands of ivory [b][color=ed1c24]Eyes:[/color][/b] Colour-drained green (A dull chartreuse) [b][color=ed1c24]Handedness:[/color][/b] Ambidextrous (Favours right) [b][color=ed1c24]Scars:[/color][/b] Faint scars across her upper arms, shoulders and back like whip marks. Long, thick scar around kidney level on her back. Relationship Status: Non-existent [b][color=ed1c24]Personality:[/color][/b] Appears shy. Requires further analysis. [b][color=ed1c24]Mannerisms:[/color][/b] Appears to remove herself from conflict. Similar to Personality; requires further analysis. [b][color=ed1c24]Likes:[/color][/b] Tranquility [b][color=ed1c24]Dislikes:[/color][/b] Noise, scary things, stress, monsters. [b][color=ed1c24]Sexual Affinity:[/color][/b] Mainly Heterosexual _________________ [hider=Description:] A minute woman, cowering within herself trying to appear as small as possible at all times. Mid-back length raven-white mingled hair spilled from her head with a rather healthy, glossy sheen. It concealed her face partly, leaving a quarter portion obscured with the waterfall of hair. Her face was neither soft nor chiseled, a balance of both with a straight jaw, soft cheekbones and pouted lips. Eyes bloated and slightly reddened no doubt from years of tear-abuse. Her eyes seemed to be empty. Not without the spark of life or a soul, but restless and tired. As if they had been searching for something for a lifetime only to come short every chance they had. The gaze it produced was unsettling. Her body was malnourished, plain and simple. Appearing as if food was a distant memory, her skin was a ghastly white, limbs thin and bones that appeared able to break under a strong wind. Shrouding her body were multiple layers of cloth cloaks. From the bottom layer to the topmost: A tighter, short-skirted wool dress, a short cape reaching hip level, a long floor-dragging leather cape and a shoulder shawl in thinner leather. A hood conceals her face further and reigns in the waterfall of her hair. The capes and exterior cloak were a weathered brown, some places scratched or stained a lighter shade. The woolen dress was a pleasing burgundy, completed with a waist belt in dark brown. Form fitted knee high leather boots shot up under her skirt. Although unseen to almost everyone, from her midriff down to about knee level run wild, sporadic lines which are reminiscent of fractured ice. Closer inspection would reveal them to be incredibly intricate thaumaturgical tattoos in an obscure language. Regardless of how diminutive she may have appeared, the air around her was unsettling. It wasn't something of power, royalty or even prestige: It was just an air of... The best way to describe it is dread. The feeling one would get upon seeing something which shouldn't exist. It was most likely the feeling the humans who discovered magic - and the realm beyond simple magic - would have felt. [/hider] _________________ Connections Friends- What friends? Nobody wishes to be friends with an Afflicted. Enemies- Countless. People she hasn't even met despise her mere existence. Family- Murdered brutally before her very eyes when she was young - before the affliction gained consciousness. __________________ __________________ [hider=Biography:] No-one besides the woman herself know of her history, as such gathering information on her is absolutely unclear beyond rumours. However these rumours may prove of some value, so they are included regardless: ____________________ Born in a small military-focused village, a woman grew up normally until said village was raided by an unknown force. After raping, slaughtering and pillaging the village into the dust, only she walked out alive [s][color=1b1464]after killing every invader[/color][/s]- how precisely is unclear. After going off the radar, recounts and glimpses of a strange raven-white haired woman starting popping up across every country, sometimes within hours of one another. (Which means the authenticity of any information is sketchy) Accompanying these rumours are also stories of a wild banshee slaying women after transforming into a terrible monstrous beast. Claims that she devoured bodies whole before rampaging and leveling villages also started to stir about. There were disappearances, however they were quickly explained later to be mild runaways and other coincidences. Several individuals of no common description were abducted and returned in mild coma's, drained of colour and unable to recount the events leading up to their ailment. Their only memory being that of a ravenous beast that desired to scare them more than cause harm. Accompanying these individuals however, were other more unsavory events. Ribbons of men, that is, men turned into flesh ribbons were found in bloody heaps in the wilderness. The stories of this were sporadic and countless, varying in description of beast and their intentions. Eventually however they seemed to slow. Another rumour was spread that a cloak-clad female had taken a ship and its hands to an undisclosed location. The men handling her seemed to be walking on eggshells with straight backs and raised hairs. Those able to actually see this occur were far and few between, but this small detail may actually prove truthful if further research is conducted. [/hider]