PERSONA Name: Kuvakiri Greinka, Goes by Kuva or Ku Age: June 9th, X768 20 Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual, Though is secretive about it. Ethnicity, Father: Encan Ethnicity, Mother: Encan. Class: The Hunter Race: Human Rank: D-rank Guild: Guildless Tattoo: Back, Between Collar Bones Face: OC, Ross Draws PHYSIQUE Height: 5'2" Weight: 106lbs Hair: White, neck length, with strands of red and black entertwined throughout. Eyes: A dark purple, almost red color. Overall: True to her Encan heritage, Ku has a dark tan complexion. Her most striking feature is her hair, though changing colors often when on hunts or quests, she always reverted it back to pale white in her down time. With red streaks and black feathers throughout, a black strand did give her a bit of a pout. Black lipstick did dangle and dimple her nose. She looked forwards through souls, resting face that brought woes. Many tattoos adorn Kuva's body. Some in the shapes of glyphs, on her lower back. Some in the lunar phases, at her shoulder blades, and one at the base of her neck, in her scalp, the hair of which is cut to reveal it. This tattoo is in the shape of a crown stylized to resemble a lotus. Lastly, a tattoo of an owl biting a snake is on her left ankle, while a tattoo of a snake biting an owl is on her right. Extra: None, Yet PERSONALITY Personality: Quite often, Ku is known for being curious. Curious, yet not furious. A water among peers, home at ice and the fears. The depths of the oceans, the shroud of the ice blizzards. Ku was used to it all, Enca childhoods brought vigor. A risk-taker? Perhaps. It called for a touch. It depended on some things, but on some days not much. On occasion it could be fun, but she were more posed. Calculated, frozen, she counted blight blows. Enemy woes and throws and flows and goes. Ambitious even, waiting and reacting to let go. The flow and the mow and the throw of the rows, curious by nature, she learned as it would go. She would learn by experience, doing the science herself. In time, perhaps she'd meet god, magic was science itself. Who was to say? That was a though she had often. Self-Controlled for sure, yet she felt it so much. She was composed at all times, she didn't show such. A trained and honed soldier, by the Encan of ice. Of darkness and glory and valor and light. Nurturing by nature, and trusting to easy. Honest when needed and loyal; not greedy. Affectionate, sometimes, it was always a mood. Had to get warmed up, brought from ice was a feud. What else was one to do to keep warm in the night? Romantic? Somewhat, but not very often. The last one to date her said she felt like a coffin. Flirty very rarely and a tad sympathetic, altruistic? maybe a tad but always optimistic. Observant? For certain; Logical to the crown. Social quite often, Emotions? Drowned down. Likes:
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ATTRIBUTES Strength: 5 Speed: 5 Constitution: 5 Endurance: 5 Intelligence: 5 MAGIC Magic Name: Blighted Owl Magic Element: Frost Magic Enhancement: Life Steal Magic Description: Gambit Arrows - A homage to animals and elemental magics, it causes blasts, bolts, and shots of the appropriate element, typically in the shape of an animal. HISTORY History: Kuvira's name is known to have hailed from a small tribe on the outskirts of the world. An area where frost was rampant and afoot in abundance whilst nothing and everyone gathered in a twisted fusion of heat and ice blight. Frosty everglades of day and night's fright as the fight of the mighty and dainty and sainty rowed about all the time in this purpose yet hazy. Redheaded devils and pale vixen bruises. Toned twilight goddesses with raven's nest yet smoothen. Hair black of crow murder gowns and black crowns. Her birth was a celebration, a uninon, of families gone south. Rivaling agencies, warring backtime nations. The Enca, like all, had their own problems and frutrations. She hailed from a tribe, a nomadic of sorts. They traveled on the monthly, every corner, always north. In time her power boomed, they beaconed and blossomed. Her magic rang off her body, and she felt it quite often. From a young early age her mighty magic did quaver. Yet equally to, she brought out an odd flavor. A quiver, a bow, a dagger, a hunter. A ranger? Quite likely. By all means, stare in blunder. Her class mattered not, it was a calling too hunt. A slayer, in the making, but what if Kuv wasn't? Who knows what could happen. She was sheltered but defiant. Flexible yet unyielding, her history a small triumph. A weird cauldron's brew, and the years they did pass. She worked stone, she worked water, she turned frost into glass. She learned on the magics, came up with some of her own. An odd experimental game with those that felt the call of the bone. What difference did it make? She didn't really quite know. Who cared what had happened? She had left home, in the snow. She decided it time, she made her way from the frost. She was burried in snow, yet she survived amongst the lost. An evil dark manner, twisted in her visions. She felt its dark courage, its hideous visage. What had she seen? A spark of light and blight's death? A frosty wild tangle grove speared through her chest. What a spell, she thought at once, and sought out for a teacher. She wanted for Magnolia, she needed some guidance. In due time, she should arrive, a young disciple of the brightest. |
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