Post by kyomi on Nov 8, 2011 18:22:58 GMT -5
Name: Vrykella
Race: Demon
Sex: Female
Age: 20 years.
Aura color: Light green
Image: *comming soon*
Attacks:
Daichiretsuzan
Barrier
Bakuhatsuha
Starting Planet: Earth
Bio: Vrykella Was made, not born, wrought from chemicals and the cosmos by a human mystic, intended to be an obedient automaton, her free will was the result of an unintentional ingredient, her creator. for as the ritual that would have given her a mindless and miserable existence neared its Zenith fate intervened, the Floor beneath her cauldron womb collapsed, her still liquid form spilled, dousing the magician in a concoction that quickly reduced him to his base chemical components and absorbed him of all he once was.
For three days she remained a puddle of light blue fluid unaware of herself, until, almost spontaneously, She decided, decided that she was a she, that the floor was cold and uncomfortable and that she would not lay upon it any longer, Her first few sapient thoughts rang loudly in her new mind as she clung to her creators skeleton, using it as a rough mold for her own form, she rose to her feet.
She spent the next few years exploring her dead makers home, learning how to walk and refining her rough appearance on the various pictures she found strewn about until she was happy and confident enough to discard his skeletal structure as one would training wheels from a bike.
Now She finds herself bored again, a strange hollow feeling resounding within her as she wanders aimlessly around the empty premises and staring out of the windows unblinkingly for hours at a time. it surely will not belong before her fledgling sentience drives her to explore further than the boundaries of the house's walls.
Zeni:200 (All players start at 200 Zeni.)
Items: nothing.
Race: Demon
Sex: Female
Age: 20 years.
Aura color: Light green
Image: *comming soon*
Attacks:
Daichiretsuzan
Barrier
Bakuhatsuha
Starting Planet: Earth
Bio: Vrykella Was made, not born, wrought from chemicals and the cosmos by a human mystic, intended to be an obedient automaton, her free will was the result of an unintentional ingredient, her creator. for as the ritual that would have given her a mindless and miserable existence neared its Zenith fate intervened, the Floor beneath her cauldron womb collapsed, her still liquid form spilled, dousing the magician in a concoction that quickly reduced him to his base chemical components and absorbed him of all he once was.
For three days she remained a puddle of light blue fluid unaware of herself, until, almost spontaneously, She decided, decided that she was a she, that the floor was cold and uncomfortable and that she would not lay upon it any longer, Her first few sapient thoughts rang loudly in her new mind as she clung to her creators skeleton, using it as a rough mold for her own form, she rose to her feet.
She spent the next few years exploring her dead makers home, learning how to walk and refining her rough appearance on the various pictures she found strewn about until she was happy and confident enough to discard his skeletal structure as one would training wheels from a bike.
Now She finds herself bored again, a strange hollow feeling resounding within her as she wanders aimlessly around the empty premises and staring out of the windows unblinkingly for hours at a time. it surely will not belong before her fledgling sentience drives her to explore further than the boundaries of the house's walls.
Zeni:200 (All players start at 200 Zeni.)
Items: nothing.
