Personal Name: Sykyr Age: 22 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Class: Sorcerer Rank: D Guild: Guildless Tattoo: Right breast Face: Wicked Lady - Sailor Moon Appearance Height: 5'6" Weight: 120 lbs Hair: Pink with two ponytails that extend 4' from two identical buns Eyes: Red Overall: Sykyr's height and light weight give her a very slender form. To cover up her red eyes when she feels the need, she often wears colored contact lenses. Extra: Sykyr can most often be found wearing black crystal earrings as well as a crystal studded choker. In the middle of her forehead, directly above the bridge of her nose is a tattoo of a black, upside down crescent moon. This is a direct attack to most people's view of the moon as beautiful and heavenly, when in reality it is cold, dark, and lifeless. Personality Personality: In a word, Sykyr would be described by most as psychotic. She does not hold value to to other people's lives other than to be her playthings, just like someone lording over a flower garden. She has no joy in life other than to bring suffering and death to others. The few lucky enough to gain Sykyr's mercy just may get the opportunity to be taken as a slave or pet, but the luckiest of people get her friendship. So far, no one has proven to be so lucky. The few people Sykyr does end up keeping alive, are only to entertain her or otherwise serve her. Once she has no use for them any longer, they are disposed of. Beyond her relations with others, however one sided or murderous they may be, she is generally aloof and uncaring about anything that doesn't involve herself or anyone that has miraculously earned her attention or, even more unlikely, her affection. Likes:
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Magic Magic Name: Hair Magic Magic Element: Non-elemental Magic Description: Hair Magic is a type of offensive and defensive Magic that involves the manipulation of the caster's hair, allowing them to lengthen and transform it to attack their opponent. The caster is able to control their hair freely and use it for various purposes; apparently, the strength of the hair can also be manipulated to serve stronger purposes that the user could not naturally accomplish. Simple techniques include using one's hair to absorb liquids, though not oil or alcohol as it "damages" the texture, and even as a simple weapon for blunt attacks. History History: From a young age, Sykyr was always the trouble maker. Whether it was being the neighborhood bully, or stealing from the local shops, if something bad happened in her small home town, most of the time Sykyr was to blame or at least involved. This only got worse as she got older. When she was in her teens, her body started to develop more and she was able to use that to her advantage. She started getting accustomed to getting her way and learned quickly that she could use her new womanly figure to do so. She developed a very promiscuous attitude and started to see the carnal pleasures as a means to an end. But to be fair, that didn't mean she didn't enjoy them at the same time. She grew more troublesome and mischievous as time went on, but it was on her 18th birthday that things went to a degree she never thought possible. Sykyr woke up to breakfast in bed by her parents, who had learned by now that Sykyr was to be happy no matter what. As she ate, her hair flowed freely having grown almost as tell as she was. Annoyed, she pushed the tray forward and began to brush her hair and do it up in her signature look of buns and ponytails. She then snatched the tray back and began to eat her breakfast without a word. She picked up a piece of toast and saw that it was slightly burned, which irritated her and made her throw it across the room. Unbeknownst to her, her hair started to move on its own. Her parents recognized this as a sign that she was very unhappy, as it had only happened a few times but never spoke of it, lest Sykyr find out and learn to control it. They feared the damage she could do with such an ability. Her father rushed downstairs to get her birthday gift, but upon reaching the girl's bedroom he had realized they made a grave mistake. He opened the box to make sure of the gift, but realized too late it was a clown doll. Sykyr hated clowns more than anything and would certainly go on a rampage from seeing it, but before he could disappear back out of the room with the box, she noticed him. She demanded her gift, despite her father's pleas and assurances that it was the wrong box. Even more annoyed, her ponytail shot out and wrapped around the box, snatching it out of his hands. She awed at what she just did, to which her parents grimaced, now knowing that she had realized her latent ability. But that was the least of their concerns, for when she opened the box, a scream could be heard throughout the small town as she threw the clown doll out the window. She turned her attention back towards her parents, angrier than they had ever seen her as her ponytails extended upward from either side. She intended on yelling at them, but instead she lost control of her magic and her hair shot forward, sharpening to a point and impaling both of her parents in the chest. This pinned them to the wall, their feet dangling inches above the floor. She started at them, not knowing how to retract her hair, but slowly realizing that she didn't want to. As they looked at her, the glimmer from their eyes slowly faded and Sykyr felt a rush like she had never felt before. After their bodies had gone limp and the thrill subsided, she concentrated and pulled her hair back, letting her parents' corpses to fall to the ground. This would open so many doors for Sykyr as she cleaned the blood from her mother's dress and left the house, never to return. "I guess this means I'm a wizard. I should probably go find a way to make some money. Maybe even join a guild, just not one of those goody goody guilds like Fairy Tail." |
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