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[center][h1][color=00FF7f]Leblanc Farris[/color][/h1][hider=Appearance][img]https://i.imgur.com/FP3SPbK.jpg[/img][/hider][/center]
[color=00FF7f][b]Age:[/b][/color]  19
[color=00FF7f][b]Gender:[/b][/color]  Female
[color=00FF7f][b]Race:[/b][/color]  Serpent

[color=00FF7f][b]Personality:[/b][/color]  
[indent]A straight faced young woman, not easily moved to joy or sorrow and steady in the face of adversity. Her attire presents the front of a rebellious youth but it's truly a matter of being comfortable in garments that were worn out hand-me-downs. Is good with a challenge and loves nothing more then to collapse under the bright summer sun, the burn of her muscles pushed to their limit simmering beneath the skin as she settles in for an afternoon nap.[/indent]
[color=00FF7f][b]Background:[/b][/color]  
[indent]Raised in a manor house at the foot of an isolated mountain, inhospitable forest stretching out for miles in every direction, Leblanc was the eldest of fourteen children. Never knowing their fathers- The variance of hair was simply too broad for any consistent parentage- they were sheltered and raised by a stern woman in a red checkered dress named Lucille Farris. She was an absolute terror when incensed, chasing the packs of runts with a raised walking stick she had no issue thrashing them with as easily as she did the dinosaurs she hunted and dragged back along the single trail into the manor property. One no doubt formed simply by the repition of dragging hulking saurian corpses till the ground knew better then to grow any further upon that trampled dirt.

Leblanc's first taste of martial arts came from avoiding her mother's cane, her physiology bending and curling around blows after rousing the woman's anger. Things only escalated till she was outright fighting the woman, always managing to wind up with her head buried into the herb garden with a nasty welt to show for her efforts, but she made a point of lasting longer with time. That, and if Lucille was [i]sparring[/i] with her, she wasn't seeing her siblings steal the cookies.

Between surviving her rowdy siblings, a tempermental matron, and the task of hunting once she was old enough to wander the forest, she grew to the point that one day her mother met her at the door to the manor and told her to get lost. Then after getting lost in the woods, to go out and find a Turtle Sage out there in the world beyond her personal hunting ground to learn some real fighting techniques before she loses her temper and leaves her a smear over her garden.

The world beyond her home was strange, with more people then she was used to and the first towns she came upon where plagued with tall tales of a child stealing witch in the forest, but nothing about Toad Sage. Luckilly for her, she was never long without a fight, as her natural inclination to taste the air and her own piercing stare tended to set off a street fight or four on the regular.

Somewhere along the way as she brawled her across the lands, one mouthy soul boasted of joining a tournement for top tier fighters shortly before intimately meeting Leblanc's fist. Figuring this was a better then putting down hoodlums and vagrants, she set her sights Tetsuryu Tournament and the strange land of Mangyu.[/indent]
[color=00FF7f][b]Traits:[/b][/color]  
[indent]Heightened Senses: Can taste the air with her tongue, gaining a detailed understanding of the area around her that let's her feel what's around her even when she can't see.[/indent]
[color=00FF7f][b]Skills:[/b][/color]  
[indent]Good at breaking down an animal carcass and cooking meats. Enjoys camping and sleeping outdoors.[/indent] 
[color=00FF7f][b]Techniques/Spells/Tactics:[/b][/color]  
[indent][color=00FF7f][i]Snake's Grace:[/i][/color]  Leblanc's signature style, developed through fighting foes that overwhelm her in either sheer power of number. Like her serpent ancestors she bends and wriggles out of the way of attacks, pushing her body past human breaking points to twist herself into a position for a counterattack. By coiling herself and crouching she can even manage an impressive high jump from a stationary position.

[color=00FF7f][i]Cobra's Fangs:[/i][/color]  Her knives double in length, layered steel sliding outwards to lock into place and surprise an opponent with a sudden change in the range she can attack from. 

[color=00FF7f][i]Anaconda's Embrace:[/i][/color]  A combination of throwing knives and grappling, where she lobs the knives high before rushing to grapple the opponent, exposing them to a rain of small blades before flipping them to the ground to drive the points home. Her finishing move after wearing out an adversary.

[color=00FF7f][i]Viper's Flight:[/i][/color] Favors movement in the air, leaping or launching herself with sharp kicks to spring towards a greater vantage point or an unprepared target. Prefers when she can vault herself off a branch or flag pole where her own dexterity let's her twist and contort to lash out however she pleases.[/indent] 

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