Race: Carcharodon Xanara (Great White Shark)
Name/Moniker: Sylvia Arturius
Physical Description:
Sylvia's skin is tough, colored in light hues of gray with a faint blue tinge that frames her compact shape. Her body is liberally peppered with scars, and a deep jagged three-claw scar runs down her right cheek to her neck. She also has five dark lines that run along her neck on both sides. She has coal-black hair that goes down just a little below her shoulder blades and midnight blue eyes.
One should always take care to avoid the in-built weapons Sylvia has. As a Carcharodon Xanara, she has deadly teeth that regrows when lost. She also has blades that run along her forearms; black and wickedly sharp, it only takes one simple move to slice someone open to the bone.
Magical Abilities:
Partial Transformation: In the water, she 'flips her tail', which is long, dark and powerful; the transition between human skin to fish tail almost indistinguishable. Clear lens appear to cover her eyes underwater and gills form along the black lines on her neck. Her jaw also expands, allowing for more than one row of teeth to form. Her senses are extremely heightened in this state and she truly becomes the king of the sea.
Physical Magic: Years of practice has given Sylvia the ability to effectively fight on land. She's agile, has a strong sense of smell and can pack quite a punch by using her magic to aid her physical strengths.
Water Magic: Although ægirsfólk typically use physical-type magic, Sylvia has a rare form of magic that runs through her mother's bloodline that will eventually allow her to control water. However, she does not know she has the power to do so. Whether she uses the water's powers to protect or to destroy in the future lies in question.
Quirks/Personality:
Despite being a predator, Sylvia is an amiable person who keeps her feelings locked away. She speaks and laughs freely, and is known to be brutally honest and ever-enduring. She does not complain, or whine, or wish for a better life and chooses to look at the present. However, Sylvia does not form attachments easily. To those who manage to worm their way inside her heart, expect lots of shy love.
Sylvia has always longed to escape her body. She doesn't particularly enjoy being part-shark. In fact, she harbors 'romantic' ideals of ripping away her blades and running away to the warmer waters. At her core she is a ponderous creature, always locked in an almost trance-like state of thought. Some would call her a daydreamer from first glance, but a closer look would reveal that there is much more than just recipes and imaginative folly going on up there. To call her 'klutzy' would be completely wrong as she is actually quite intelligent and aware.
Backstory:
Sylvia's parents both come from a pure-blood line of sharks. It is even rumored that her father's line, the Arturius, had evolved from the megaladons. Long story short - the Arturius are known as the 'royalty of the Northern seas' and they control a small nation state to the North. Despite being small and very inclusive; every man, woman, child and elderly are deadly fighters.
Like everyone, Sylvia was born and raised to be a fighter. It was common for young adult Xanaras in the Arturius clan to become mercenaries and travel around Edolas. However, Sylvia was royalty, the youngest and the fiercest. She was attuned to the sea like no other; it was apparent that the seas flowed deep in her veins. Her father favored her over all of his other children and while Sylvia basked in love and attention, it would soon backfire on her horribly.
With ægirsfólk, their culture is simple; if you want to be the top, you fight for it. On Sylvia's 25th birthday, her older siblings had beckoned her to swim with them. Thinking that this was perhaps the swim that would change her relationship with her family for the better, she naively went. After all, they were of her blood and Sylvia loved each of them despite their obvious contempt towards her. She was wrong.
Sylvia can only remember her heart shattering into a billion pieces when her older brothers and sisters circled around her, their sharp teeth and blades flashing in the dark water. The want to live trumped her love for her siblings. She killed them all, leaving their corpses to wash up in some distant shore. Sylvia managed to swim back home, her body mangled and her eyes glazed over. Her father was away on business so it was her mother that had to deal with the fact that her youngest daughter had killed all of her siblings. Sylvia's grieving mother turned her back on Sylvia and when her father came back, he only stoically patted her back and declared her the heir to the throne the next hour.
The children who had once crowded her scurried away in fear. Her friends left to become mercenaries and the others either hated or feared Sylvia.
She felt dead inside.
Name/Moniker: Sylvia Arturius
Height: 5'9" (175.2cm)
Weight: 175lbs. (79.37kg)
Weight: 175lbs. (79.37kg)
Physical Description:
Sylvia's skin is tough, colored in light hues of gray with a faint blue tinge that frames her compact shape. Her body is liberally peppered with scars, and a deep jagged three-claw scar runs down her right cheek to her neck. She also has five dark lines that run along her neck on both sides. She has coal-black hair that goes down just a little below her shoulder blades and midnight blue eyes.
One should always take care to avoid the in-built weapons Sylvia has. As a Carcharodon Xanara, she has deadly teeth that regrows when lost. She also has blades that run along her forearms; black and wickedly sharp, it only takes one simple move to slice someone open to the bone.
Magical Abilities:
Partial Transformation: In the water, she 'flips her tail', which is long, dark and powerful; the transition between human skin to fish tail almost indistinguishable. Clear lens appear to cover her eyes underwater and gills form along the black lines on her neck. Her jaw also expands, allowing for more than one row of teeth to form. Her senses are extremely heightened in this state and she truly becomes the king of the sea.
Physical Magic: Years of practice has given Sylvia the ability to effectively fight on land. She's agile, has a strong sense of smell and can pack quite a punch by using her magic to aid her physical strengths.
Water Magic: Although ægirsfólk typically use physical-type magic, Sylvia has a rare form of magic that runs through her mother's bloodline that will eventually allow her to control water. However, she does not know she has the power to do so. Whether she uses the water's powers to protect or to destroy in the future lies in question.
Quirks/Personality:
"I can already feel the blue waves nipping at my sides, waiting to pull me under a deep dark hole. I suppose I’ll just have to learn to breathe again..."
Despite being a predator, Sylvia is an amiable person who keeps her feelings locked away. She speaks and laughs freely, and is known to be brutally honest and ever-enduring. She does not complain, or whine, or wish for a better life and chooses to look at the present. However, Sylvia does not form attachments easily. To those who manage to worm their way inside her heart, expect lots of shy love.
Sylvia has always longed to escape her body. She doesn't particularly enjoy being part-shark. In fact, she harbors 'romantic' ideals of ripping away her blades and running away to the warmer waters. At her core she is a ponderous creature, always locked in an almost trance-like state of thought. Some would call her a daydreamer from first glance, but a closer look would reveal that there is much more than just recipes and imaginative folly going on up there. To call her 'klutzy' would be completely wrong as she is actually quite intelligent and aware.
Backstory:
Sylvia's parents both come from a pure-blood line of sharks. It is even rumored that her father's line, the Arturius, had evolved from the megaladons. Long story short - the Arturius are known as the 'royalty of the Northern seas' and they control a small nation state to the North. Despite being small and very inclusive; every man, woman, child and elderly are deadly fighters.
Like everyone, Sylvia was born and raised to be a fighter. It was common for young adult Xanaras in the Arturius clan to become mercenaries and travel around Edolas. However, Sylvia was royalty, the youngest and the fiercest. She was attuned to the sea like no other; it was apparent that the seas flowed deep in her veins. Her father favored her over all of his other children and while Sylvia basked in love and attention, it would soon backfire on her horribly.
With ægirsfólk, their culture is simple; if you want to be the top, you fight for it. On Sylvia's 25th birthday, her older siblings had beckoned her to swim with them. Thinking that this was perhaps the swim that would change her relationship with her family for the better, she naively went. After all, they were of her blood and Sylvia loved each of them despite their obvious contempt towards her. She was wrong.
Sylvia can only remember her heart shattering into a billion pieces when her older brothers and sisters circled around her, their sharp teeth and blades flashing in the dark water. The want to live trumped her love for her siblings. She killed them all, leaving their corpses to wash up in some distant shore. Sylvia managed to swim back home, her body mangled and her eyes glazed over. Her father was away on business so it was her mother that had to deal with the fact that her youngest daughter had killed all of her siblings. Sylvia's grieving mother turned her back on Sylvia and when her father came back, he only stoically patted her back and declared her the heir to the throne the next hour.
The children who had once crowded her scurried away in fear. Her friends left to become mercenaries and the others either hated or feared Sylvia.
She felt dead inside.
SENPAI LUV MEH!!
"Hey! Better watch out before SunnyD knocks you out!"
Name: Sunny "SunnyD" Yeom
Age: 25
Element: Lightning
Feel for element: She's excited to be so electrifying. Not only is it fascinating, her new-found powers have their uses. She cleverly incorporates her power to easily defeat her opponents.
Appearance:
While lean and geared more towards deft, agile maneuvers, she isn't ridiculously scrawny but not desirably full-figured either. She stands at around 5'9''. Years of work-outs and many encounters with near-death experiences have honed her instincts and body. She has that tense sort of slouch one adopts after years of acting on the “fight” side of the “fight or flight” instinct.
Personality:
Warm-hearted and compassionate; Sunny enjoys helping others. She is persistent, always striving for the truth and leading a respectful, dignified life. (Her powers are a part of her...skills, so it isn't technically cheating - right?) She is an extremely loyal person and often finds herself to attached to things that somehow manage to catch her interest. Sunny is extremely passionate about her job and is always willing to stretch out a hand to those in need. She's very empathetic, but is quite thick-headed when it comes down to personal relationships. Sunny chooses to live with a smile on her face and without fear clouding her judgment.
History:
Sunny Yeom was born in a poor family, living simply and never in luxury. She never really had friends and Sunny's family found themselves in the same predicament despite Sunny and the rest of her siblings found jobs. They were still poor mainly because of the Vygoms and the oppression they face. Her parents still worked themselves to death to support their four children. However, Sunny never really let that get to her. With hard work, effort, and a lot of tears; she finally opened up her own gym. She teaches little kids how to defend themselves for free and earns a few bucks teaching adults willing to learn. Her main income is from winning underground boxing tournaments.
The sound of calloused knuckles, wrapped only a few times with an old bloody wrap, echoed as Sunny pummeled the well worn punching bag. The tall muscled woman look stressed - if not frustrated at herself and downright frightened. Payments were peeking their sorry heads out of their hole, their mouths hungering for cash. And Sunny had none to give.
"Fucking stupid fucking what the fuck am I supposed to fucking do." Nineteen years old and she was already going through her midlife crisis. She had no clue on how to get the fucking George Washingstons. Business was slow like always and Sunny just couldn't bear to make the young kids pay for lessons. They needed to learn how to protect themselves in this kind of world. She wanted to be like the old man who had taught her a mix of martial arts and boxing. Without coming across him, Sunny would surely be a goner.
One final kick and the rusted chain that held up the punching bag suddenly snapped. Sunny, on instinct, swiftly jumped back as she stared at the limp bag on the floor - as dead and lifeless as she was right now.
Three loud claps resounded through the air. Sunny glanced over to the source of the sound and there stood a man who frequented her gym.
"Aggressive as always Sunny-D?" He greeted, a huge smile on his face. She wanted to wipe that grin off his face.
"Don't call me that," she hissed as she leaned over, picking up the bag. "Not a good time."
"Oh, not a good time eh? Well, I'm the man who's going to make your life better," the man said, as if he was advertising a magical product that was probably a sham. Sunny rolled her eyes and didn't answer him - he would leave soon enough anyways. "SunnyD, why don't you try out some," he paused, his arms spread out. "Underground boxing hmm?"
She had heard rumors about it. Sunny would love to try, actually, but two facts kept her from applying. One; she was a female. Two; she was weak because of that. There was absolutely no way around it. While Sunny was considerably strong and skilled, there was no way in hell she would be able to win.
"Ah ah ah, I think I heard females were joining. You know, helps the business and all. SunnyD, I'm sure you can beat them up."
"I'd imagine you'd be my sponsor?"
"Yup," he quickly answered, popping the 'p' sound.
"You'd better keep your word - Don't you fucking dare throw me into the pit with a guy. You won't get any money."
"Are you that doubtful of your skills?"
"Yup," she said, glaring at him as she popped the 'p'.
-- - -- - - - -- - - - -- - -- - - -
Fucking bastard didn't keep his word. Next thing she knew, Sunny's vision was blurring. Everything hurt. She was up against this 6'6'' bulked dude. "I'm going to kill him," she thought to herself. "Can't do that 'cause you're going to die here," a little voice whispered in the back of her mind. She grit her teeth, her body screaming to dodge that left hook - her opponent wasn't taking any chances with her. Sunny managed to evade that attack but was literally lifted from the floor from another punch,. She staggered back, sweat and blood running over her battered body.
She could hear the bastard's voice from the crowd, calling out her nickname. "SunnyD! C'mon girl!" Fury clouded her thoughts and she lashed out, one of her hits connecting. The crowd roared again - apparently it was amazing to see a lithe woman getting beat up by this giant. Whatever. She would kill all of them next after she was done with this guy.
Were they even underground? The light from the cheap bulbs hanging from the ceiling was dizzying. She closed her eyes for a brief moment again, her mind drifting. That unmistakable sound of thunder...It roared in her ears, sort of reminded her of that lion from Animal Planet. What the fuck. There was no thunder storm in today's weather forecast. This was not okay. Panic flooded her senses - she felt herself get punched again and -
"Mum, I'm scared."
Yeah, she remembered. Little Sunny was scared of thunder storms.
"It'll be alright. Lightning won't hurt you, not when I'm around Sunny," came the soothing reply. "Just close your eyes and listen - the storm is just humming a lullaby for you..."
But the sound kept going up a notch and again and again; it was unbearable. Sunny closed her eyes and she desperately tried to listen for that song her mother had told her about. Suddenly, she felt strange. Tingly strange. Like the sensation when your legs and feet fall asleep and when you try to move them it feels ticklish but hurts at the same time. She threw a punch. The tingly sensation pierced through her body again. This felt right. She started humming along to the tune. She threw another and another until he was down, pathetically twitching for some odd reason. And damn. SunnyD was walking home, bloody and bruised, but with a couple of Benjie Franklins clutched in her fist.
"Fucking stupid fucking what the fuck am I supposed to fucking do." Nineteen years old and she was already going through her midlife crisis. She had no clue on how to get the fucking George Washingstons. Business was slow like always and Sunny just couldn't bear to make the young kids pay for lessons. They needed to learn how to protect themselves in this kind of world. She wanted to be like the old man who had taught her a mix of martial arts and boxing. Without coming across him, Sunny would surely be a goner.
One final kick and the rusted chain that held up the punching bag suddenly snapped. Sunny, on instinct, swiftly jumped back as she stared at the limp bag on the floor - as dead and lifeless as she was right now.
Three loud claps resounded through the air. Sunny glanced over to the source of the sound and there stood a man who frequented her gym.
"Aggressive as always Sunny-D?" He greeted, a huge smile on his face. She wanted to wipe that grin off his face.
"Don't call me that," she hissed as she leaned over, picking up the bag. "Not a good time."
"Oh, not a good time eh? Well, I'm the man who's going to make your life better," the man said, as if he was advertising a magical product that was probably a sham. Sunny rolled her eyes and didn't answer him - he would leave soon enough anyways. "SunnyD, why don't you try out some," he paused, his arms spread out. "Underground boxing hmm?"
She had heard rumors about it. Sunny would love to try, actually, but two facts kept her from applying. One; she was a female. Two; she was weak because of that. There was absolutely no way around it. While Sunny was considerably strong and skilled, there was no way in hell she would be able to win.
"Ah ah ah, I think I heard females were joining. You know, helps the business and all. SunnyD, I'm sure you can beat them up."
"I'd imagine you'd be my sponsor?"
"Yup," he quickly answered, popping the 'p' sound.
"You'd better keep your word - Don't you fucking dare throw me into the pit with a guy. You won't get any money."
"Are you that doubtful of your skills?"
"Yup," she said, glaring at him as she popped the 'p'.
-- - -- - - - -- - - - -- - -- - - -
Fucking bastard didn't keep his word. Next thing she knew, Sunny's vision was blurring. Everything hurt. She was up against this 6'6'' bulked dude. "I'm going to kill him," she thought to herself. "Can't do that 'cause you're going to die here," a little voice whispered in the back of her mind. She grit her teeth, her body screaming to dodge that left hook - her opponent wasn't taking any chances with her. Sunny managed to evade that attack but was literally lifted from the floor from another punch,. She staggered back, sweat and blood running over her battered body.
She could hear the bastard's voice from the crowd, calling out her nickname. "SunnyD! C'mon girl!" Fury clouded her thoughts and she lashed out, one of her hits connecting. The crowd roared again - apparently it was amazing to see a lithe woman getting beat up by this giant. Whatever. She would kill all of them next after she was done with this guy.
Were they even underground? The light from the cheap bulbs hanging from the ceiling was dizzying. She closed her eyes for a brief moment again, her mind drifting. That unmistakable sound of thunder...It roared in her ears, sort of reminded her of that lion from Animal Planet. What the fuck. There was no thunder storm in today's weather forecast. This was not okay. Panic flooded her senses - she felt herself get punched again and -
"Mum, I'm scared."
Yeah, she remembered. Little Sunny was scared of thunder storms.
"It'll be alright. Lightning won't hurt you, not when I'm around Sunny," came the soothing reply. "Just close your eyes and listen - the storm is just humming a lullaby for you..."
But the sound kept going up a notch and again and again; it was unbearable. Sunny closed her eyes and she desperately tried to listen for that song her mother had told her about. Suddenly, she felt strange. Tingly strange. Like the sensation when your legs and feet fall asleep and when you try to move them it feels ticklish but hurts at the same time. She threw a punch. The tingly sensation pierced through her body again. This felt right. She started humming along to the tune. She threw another and another until he was down, pathetically twitching for some odd reason. And damn. SunnyD was walking home, bloody and bruised, but with a couple of Benjie Franklins clutched in her fist.
