Post by syeira on Oct 4, 2008 20:14:59 GMT -7
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Name: Asurin Nagato
Nickname: Aya
Age: 15 Years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Half Speed Demon/Half Weather Demon
Profession: Messenger
Personality
One Word: Distant
Likes:
- Running
- Drinking(Occasionally)
- Manipulating Weather
- Being Struck by Lightning
Dislikes:
- Being Pestered
- Anyone Who Tries To Harm Her
- Gore
Strengths:
- Invisibility
- Telepathy
- Telekinesis
- Ability to Manipulate Weather and Air
- Shapeshifting
Weaknesses:
- Fear of Blood
- Fear of Illness
- Claustrophobic
Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
At first glance Aya comes off as a somewhat blunt and emotionless person, however, she's actually very emotional indeed. She's calm and cool-headed on the outside, but when something dramatic happens, she's very emotional. She sometimes cries at the drop of a hat, and other times gets angry enough to fume like a volcano about to burst. She's very kind and gentle, however, and is loyal and trustworthy, someone who really would never harm a fly; and instead of fighting, she either takes the pain of being beaten or runs. She's loving and slightly dainty, and has a knack for understanding people even without using telepathy.
Appearance
Image:
(& without the left arm)
Overall Description:
- Eye Color: Indigo Violet
- Hair Color: Brown
- Weight: 120 lbs.
- Height: 6'4"
History
Detailed Personal History:
Her mother was a gorgeous Weather demon, the princess to a very well-off and well-known clan. Her father was a somewhat crude looking Speed demon, but his clan was renowned for the fastest Speed demons in the world. When her parents courted, neither really liked eachother, and once they'd had her, all went to hell. Her father became abusive on both her mother and herself, and caught in the crossfire, she had no option but to grit her teeth and bear it. When she was merely six years old, her mother and father killed eachother. Her mother, fed up with being shoved around, unleashed a powerful lightning bolt that only occurrs in higher altitudes, and the force of it killed them both. The gore of it was terrible. Her mother, spawled in a disfigured heap on one side of the room, her father, with a huge black spot of charred flesh on his chest, showing the sternum and most of the ribcage, and his bloody, red heart was limp inside. Blood had managed to splatter the walls, and she was left in the center of the war. In that fight, she lost her left arm. She cried for days, until she was found by some local villagers who took her in. Now, she's a messenger, and the best you could ever look for.
The Word? Picklenana
-glances at Mizu and Hetaro and sighs- Morons... I'm surrounded by morons...
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