Spice
Last place is still a place
Name:
Rio Verdante
Age:
18
Personality:
Rio is quite brave, and tends to stay calm in the most stressful of times. This would probably be due to her being somewhat mental, sometimes spouting nonsense and making sure that every empty room has its lights shut off. She is also stubborn and a bit overconfident.
Height:
5'10"
Skill:
Swordsmanship and Crafting
Ability:
The abilities range from the markings on her skin.
- Back- A pair of wings appears allowing her quick flight
- Legs- Increase in speed and agility
- Arm- Increase in strength
- Face- Increase in eyesight and accuracy
Trinket:
Black Oil- Wrapped itself on her skin to form markings covering parts of her face, back, arms, and legs.
Weapon/Weapons:
- A Blaster Pistol
- A Long Sword
Background:
When she was seven years old, her mother was attacked and killed by one of the monsters. When she was ten, it was her brother. By the time she was fifteen, only her father and herself remained of their family. She was scarred by watching others be attacked through her window, knowing well that she was powerless to help them. Eventually, seeing people killed no longer affected her. However, she still wanted to stop the Cringon Souls. One day, her father left the house, saying he was done hiding and was going to forge himself a weapon to protect them. She nodded, then went back to what she was doing. A few hours went by, and she started believing he wasn't coming back. She stuck to watching the window, waiting.
Eventually she saw his him, and was happy to see him. As he neared the door, a Soul leapt at him, and so he revealed his weapon, a black sword, and stabbed at it, killing it. Thinking it was over, he walked closer, only to be tackled to the ground by another monster. He dropped the sword, and Rio had a flashback to when her mother died. She raced outside and grabbed the dropped sword as the Cringon Soul continued to slash at her father. Yelling, she brought the sword down on the Soul, chopping off its head. Shoving it aside, she dropped to her knees, and cried over her dying father. He told her to join a place where she would be taught to fight the monsters. Tears streaming down her face, she nodded. He smiled, and then took his last breath.
Next to her, the Cringon liquified and she placed her hand in the oil purely out of curiosity. It latched onto her skin and spread along her body, creating markings. She felt the power flowing throughout her, allowing her to become stronger and knew that she would be able to help others more easily. She later buried his body in the yard, but kept his sword. It would help her survive, and it served as a reminder of the last time she saw him alive. She flew off for a School of Souls, ready to become even stronger.
Genetic Enhancements:
She was partially blind in both eyes. They were fixed with some of the new material and now display colors according to her emotions.
Anything Else:
Everyday she wants to grow stronger.
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