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..:: ID: #BPC4035

Closeup details here: [link]

..::♕♕::..____________________..:: Combo-Lock ::..____________________..::♕♕::..

♕:: Name: Ichor Valweda

♕:: Level: 1

♕:: Age: 1100

♕:: DOB: January 29th

♕:: Gender: Female

♕:: Race: Pandemonian

♕:: Division: Greed Circle

----♕ ..:: Quote::.. ♕----

:: " What is your life /worth/ to you? "
:: " You severely overestimate your own worth."
:: " Quit staring at my chest, oh my mistake, it's staring at you."

----♕ ..:: Personality::.. ♕----

- Precise :: hates to waste things and so weighs outcomes of a situation before putting an effort into it. "Waste not, want not."

- Brutish :: is a bully, and will intimidate others with her appearance and intelligence to make them feel inferior

-Intelligent :: tactile and diverse, makes sure to explore all options before settling on one or the other. Also enjoys being superior to lesser creatures, so she makes sure to be knowledgeable to always have an upper hand

- Poor temper :: Violent in nature, she can be goaded into attacking outright if provoked, a poor quality since if someone isn't afraid to provoke her they most likely are able to best her in battle.

- Opinionated :: Likes to both be seen and heard, a picture can say a thousand words, and so can her mouth

- Greedy :: Beings of the Greed Circle generally are greedy, she is no exception. Covets all things, from people to jewelry. Friendships are... avoided, but allies and pawn are accepted as possessions, and welcomed.

-Manipulative :: having people do her bidding means she has time to focus on other things, multi-tasking is her specialty with four arms

..:: Likes: Shiny things, power, loyalty, advantages, gifts, rare artifacts, books, meats, friends pawns, humans (easy to manipulate)

..:: Dislikes: Equal level creatures, authority figures, competition, lesser creatures (intelligence wise), large crowds, enclosed spaces, being mocked, worthless things (or people), wasting things

♕:: Bio:

:: Hatched from their mother the Gloom Raven in the Violence Circle, originally, Ichor and her twin sister Ambrose were destined for conflict. An hatchling of any sort, while inside the egg, feeds off the nutrients of the yolk. In the case of twins, in carnivorous beings, a youngling would eat it's sibling in order to gain the most nutrients, with Ichor and Ambrose, it should have been the same in order for one of them to be the most successful in their hostile surroundings upon birth. The Gloom Raven, upon seeing that her life was to be seceded to her kin-children, passed on, after a long life. Her remaining power was then divided and transferred to her out-living daughters, who were immediately hostile towards one another. Ichor embedded her mothers power into her chest, a prominent and powerful feature that caused intimidation and fear, whereas her sister squandered it and ate it, putting it inside her. The Gloom Raven's lineage draw power from their eyes, the instinct of appraisal and their superior magic skills, in general, are all harbored inside their eyes.
Instinct drove them, told them who to guard and protect. That became, namely, themselves and no one else. The sisters parted, barely hours old. Ichor began her savage life in the Violence Circle, preying on lesser monsters and pandemonian alike, as was customary, while her sister did the same. When the sisters met again, this time, they were much more experienced. They had long forgotten their egg-sibling, but harbored resentment over having had to split power and give up their Raven form in exchange for having gained unwanted kin. The two sisters clashed in a violent struggle for supremacy, Ambrose much leaner and faster, but Ichor the stronger of the two. After a gruesome bout of bloodshed that cleared a small valley of creatures who feared the hateful cries of scorn, anger, and pain that echoed within, Ichor rose the victor, having lost partial vision in one eye and most of the use of her legs. Partially crippled, she tore the arms from her sister and fused them onto herself, incorporating what was rightfully hers, the remainder of power resonating from their mother. In addition, she took the power of her sister, embedding her eyes into the palms of her own hands. The mutilation was appealing, giving her both a terrifying visage to those who opposed her and also a bonus supply of power. Now rightfully the only of her kind, as was customary until she needed to pass on her lineage, she began anew. Putting the terror and hostility of the Violence Circle behind her, she craved some... brighter minds. She sought out to satisfy this new superiority she felt dawning over her, the only of her particular power and appearance, a unique personage who was fit for a more intelligent crowd than the day-to-day savages of the Circle.
Ichor quickly established herself in the Greed Circle, she was as cunning and ruthless as any of them and fit in nicely with their ever moving crowd of the core and the periphery. Maintaining decent wealth through exploration and exploitation of the gap into the human world, she gained minor notoriety on behalf of working as a sort of savant on the subject of rare artifacts and jewelry, finding her bird-like qualities made shiny objects appeal to her the most. Now she seeks out new investments and rarer objects to be obtained. Though she revels in higher-society, she wishes to overthrow it most of all, and rule over all of them as one like herself, befittingly should.

♕::Trivia:

:: Her hair is not hair at all, but actually super-fine, long feathers

:: Unknown on if the armor on her arms and legs are just that, or a bizarre form of bio-plating. Either way, she won't reveal

:: Height is 5'10"

:: If bested in a battle of wits or brawn, can be expected to either be respected or hated by her. Being hated, surely means a form of revenge.

:: Always pays back a debt, even in the event of death of the loaner.

:: Secretly enjoys dogs and dog-like creatures, man's best friend, she respects their loyalty and praises this trait in them.

:: Talks with a, what we would call, English (British) accent. A result of living in the Greed Circle with the "aristocracy."

:: Is extremely heavy, weighs close to 145kg. Most likely having to do with her height and the bone like protrusions that create armor on her legs and arms. Regardless, she's not easily knocked over. Classic heavy-weight type.

----♕ ..:: Inventory ::.. ♕----

..:: Prior Ownership: Hefty Diamond (retrieved from the nest of mother), Eye of the Elder (Mothers eye embedded in chest)
..:: Store Bought: --
..:: Drops: --

----♕ ..:: Battling ::.. ♕----

♕:: Contract Availability: Available (can always use another pawn, but you had better make a convincing argument on your behalf!)

♕:: Powers: Paralyze/ Petrify :: Paralyzation from the gaze on her chest and hands is common. People at first take it for having been shocked at such an appearance, but it is actually an active ability. Much like the stare of Medusa, these eyes hold an inherent magic that, when combined, also have the power to petrify a lesser creature to stone if the magic is forcefully concentrated. Usually, she only used paralyzation as a means to gain an upper hand on someone or intimidate them.

♕:: Weapon: Hand to hand combat. Extremely heavy, she's not easily pushed around, and extremely strong, she's eager to dish out a fierce blow. Uses the armor on her body to deflect blows from steel/magic weaponry, and though she is slow, she can hold her ground easily by taking someone out with her bare hands.

----♕ ..:: Stats ::.. ♕----

..:: Health:99
..:: Magic:70 (rarely used)
..:: Attack:211
..:: Defense:80
..:: Speed:40

----♕ ..:: Battling Themes ::.. ♕----

♕:: Main Theme: [link]
♕:: Battle Theme: [link]
♕:: Sad Theme: [link]

Description
[//update] ACCEPTED!

..:: ID: #BPC4035

Closeup details here: [link]

..::♕♕::..____________________..:: Combo-Lock ::..____________________..::♕♕::..

♕:: Name: Ichor Valweda

♕:: Level: 1

♕:: Age: 1100

♕:: DOB: January 29th

♕:: Gender: Female

♕:: Race: Pandemonian

♕:: Division: Greed Circle

----♕ ..:: Quote::.. ♕----

:: " What is your life /worth/ to you? "
:: " You severely overestimate your own worth."
:: " Quit staring at my chest, oh my mistake, it's staring at you."

----♕ ..:: Personality::.. ♕----

- Precise :: hates to waste things and so weighs outcomes of a situation before putting an effort into it. "Waste not, want not."

- Brutish :: is a bully, and will intimidate others with her appearance and intelligence to make them feel inferior

-Intelligent :: tactile and diverse, makes sure to explore all options before settling on one or the other. Also enjoys being superior to lesser creatures, so she makes sure to be knowledgeable to always have an upper hand

- Poor temper :: Violent in nature, she can be goaded into attacking outright if provoked, a poor quality since if someone isn't afraid to provoke her they most likely are able to best her in battle.

- Opinionated :: Likes to both be seen and heard, a picture can say a thousand words, and so can her mouth

- Greedy :: Beings of the Greed Circle generally are greedy, she is no exception. Covets all things, from people to jewelry. Friendships are... avoided, but allies and pawn are accepted as possessions, and welcomed.

-Manipulative :: having people do her bidding means she has time to focus on other things, multi-tasking is her specialty with four arms

..:: Likes: Shiny things, power, loyalty, advantages, gifts, rare artifacts, books, meats, friends pawns, humans (easy to manipulate)

..:: Dislikes: Equal level creatures, authority figures, competition, lesser creatures (intelligence wise), large crowds, enclosed spaces, being mocked, worthless things (or people), wasting things

♕:: Bio:

:: Hatched from their mother the Gloom Raven in the Violence Circle, originally, Ichor and her twin sister Ambrose were destined for conflict. An hatchling of any sort, while inside the egg, feeds off the nutrients of the yolk. In the case of twins, in carnivorous beings, a youngling would eat it's sibling in order to gain the most nutrients, with Ichor and Ambrose, it should have been the same in order for one of them to be the most successful in their hostile surroundings upon birth. The Gloom Raven, upon seeing that her life was to be seceded to her kin-children, passed on, after a long life. Her remaining power was then divided and transferred to her out-living daughters, who were immediately hostile towards one another. Ichor embedded her mothers power into her chest, a prominent and powerful feature that caused intimidation and fear, whereas her sister squandered it and ate it, putting it inside her. The Gloom Raven's lineage draw power from their eyes, the instinct of appraisal and their superior magic skills, in general, are all harbored inside their eyes.
Instinct drove them, told them who to guard and protect. That became, namely, themselves and no one else. The sisters parted, barely hours old. Ichor began her savage life in the Violence Circle, preying on lesser monsters and pandemonian alike, as was customary, while her sister did the same. When the sisters met again, this time, they were much more experienced. They had long forgotten their egg-sibling, but harbored resentment over having had to split power and give up their Raven form in exchange for having gained unwanted kin. The two sisters clashed in a violent struggle for supremacy, Ambrose much leaner and faster, but Ichor the stronger of the two. After a gruesome bout of bloodshed that cleared a small valley of creatures who feared the hateful cries of scorn, anger, and pain that echoed within, Ichor rose the victor, having lost partial vision in one eye and most of the use of her legs. Partially crippled, she tore the arms from her sister and fused them onto herself, incorporating what was rightfully hers, the remainder of power resonating from their mother. In addition, she took the power of her sister, embedding her eyes into the palms of her own hands. The mutilation was appealing, giving her both a terrifying visage to those who opposed her and also a bonus supply of power. Now rightfully the only of her kind, as was customary until she needed to pass on her lineage, she began anew. Putting the terror and hostility of the Violence Circle behind her, she craved some... brighter minds. She sought out to satisfy this new superiority she felt dawning over her, the only of her particular power and appearance, a unique personage who was fit for a more intelligent crowd than the day-to-day savages of the Circle.
Ichor quickly established herself in the Greed Circle, she was as cunning and ruthless as any of them and fit in nicely with their ever moving crowd of the core and the periphery. Maintaining decent wealth through exploration and exploitation of the gap into the human world, she gained minor notoriety on behalf of working as a sort of savant on the subject of rare artifacts and jewelry, finding her bird-like qualities made shiny objects appeal to her the most. Now she seeks out new investments and rarer objects to be obtained. Though she revels in higher-society, she wishes to overthrow it most of all, and rule over all of them as one like herself, befittingly should.

♕::Trivia:

:: Her hair is not hair at all, but actually super-fine, long feathers

:: Unknown on if the armor on her arms and legs are just that, or a bizarre form of bio-plating. Either way, she won't reveal

:: Height is 5'10"

:: If bested in a battle of wits or brawn, can be expected to either be respected or hated by her. Being hated, surely means a form of revenge.

:: Always pays back a debt, even in the event of death of the loaner.

:: Secretly enjoys dogs and dog-like creatures, man's best friend, she respects their loyalty and praises this trait in them.

:: Talks with a, what we would call, English (British) accent. A result of living in the Greed Circle with the "aristocracy."

:: Is extremely heavy, weighs close to 145kg. Most likely having to do with her height and the bone like protrusions that create armor on her legs and arms. Regardless, she's not easily knocked over. Classic heavy-weight type.

----♕ ..:: Inventory ::.. ♕----

..:: Prior Ownership: Hefty Diamond (retrieved from the nest of mother), Eye of the Elder (Mothers eye embedded in chest)
..:: Store Bought: --
..:: Drops: --

----♕ ..:: Battling ::.. ♕----

♕:: Contract Availability: Available (can always use another pawn, but you had better make a convincing argument on your behalf!)

♕:: Powers: Paralyze/ Petrify :: Paralyzation from the gaze on her chest and hands is common. People at first take it for having been shocked at such an appearance, but it is actually an active ability. Much like the stare of Medusa, these eyes hold an inherent magic that, when combined, also have the power to petrify a lesser creature to stone if the magic is forcefully concentrated. Usually, she only used paralyzation as a means to gain an upper hand on someone or intimidate them.

♕:: Weapon: Hand to hand combat. Extremely heavy, she's not easily pushed around, and extremely strong, she's eager to dish out a fierce blow. Uses the armor on her body to deflect blows from steel/magic weaponry, and though she is slow, she can hold her ground easily by taking someone out with her bare hands.

----♕ ..:: Stats ::.. ♕----

..:: Health:99
..:: Magic:70 (rarely used)
..:: Attack:211
..:: Defense:80
..:: Speed:40

----♕ ..:: Battling Themes ::.. ♕----

♕:: Main Theme: [link]
♕:: Battle Theme: [link]
♕:: Sad Theme: [link]