Post by eika on Aug 12, 2010 13:59:27 GMT -5
Eika
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SURNAME » None
NICKNAME » None, unless someone gives her one.
AGE » 179
APPEARS » ...Adult?
GENDER » Female
SEXUALITY » Asexual
RACE » Wind youkai
BLOOD » Pure
PROFESSION » THE WIND *does dramatic jazz-hand*
EYES » Blue
HAIR » Blue
HEIGHT » Six feet tall in true form, five foot six in human form.
WEIGHT » 71 lbs
SCARS » A tracery of thin scars where her fur hasn't grown back completely, or grown badly, all on her legs, from when she encountered a trio of kamaitachi.
MARKINGS » None
TATTOOS » None
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» Not being bothered
» Freedom
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ALLIANCE » Neutral
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Fangs: Having a canine form, Eika has a rather impressive set of teeth, made for ripping gouges in flesh. Though the strength of her bite isn't enough to go through stone or metal, she can easily savage a limb, rip out a throat or maim someone.
Claws: She is also equipped with blunt claws that, while hardly lethal, can leave painful wounds if she manages to rake someone with them.
Abilities:
Air Manipulation: Eika is able to use the air around her as a weapon, maintaining a control of the element depending on her emotional state. When perfectly calm, she can form fine, delicate shapes, create and control whirlwinds and draw wind from a large area around her. The more emotional she becomes, the less control she has, but she is always capable of creating a blast of wind that sweeps around her, as well as an unfocused gale.
Flight: She is able to fly without wings, running on air as if it were solid beneath her.
Phase: Her most important and dangerous ability - to herself - is that she can fade into the wind. It is only possible once every week or so because it takes a toll on her. Her body is carried somewhere to recover or rest while her soul wanders on the wind, and every time she does it, it is more difficult to return. During storms, when there are strong winds, there is a chance of her fading involuntarily.
NOTE: Eika cannot use her powers easily in a place with limited air. If there is no wind to stir the air or move it, she has difficulty doing anything more than a loose gust of wind, and she cannot create more air, making fighting in an enclosed space a nightmare for her, which lends itself to her fear of being trapped in such a place. Though the wind gives her power, if it is too strong she risks losing control of what she is doing and having her soul be snatched away by the wind, with no idea if she will be able to return to her body. Though manipulating the air does not tire her, she is vulnerable when doing anything complicated, as she needs a moment to concentrate.
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FATHER » Unknown
SISTERS » Unknown
BROTHERS » Unknown
MATE » None
CHILDREN » None
OTHER »
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THE RP SAMPLE »
What foul god or demon, with perverse intentions, had ever given the humans the secret of fire? The reek of it filled her nose, tainted beyond the far simpler scent of woodsmoke. There was metal here, and stone and ash and it was a filthy smell that clung even when she turned her head away. It tainted the very air with its stench, a telltale sign that one of those villages of humans had sprouted up nearby. Eika snorted, putting contempt in the sound as she gazed down upon the distant buildings. They had no idea of what they were doing, or if they did, then they were far too hopeful. The mountains teemed with demons - with her not being the least of those - as well as bad weather and bandits. Though she was no vulnerable short-lived human, if she had been she would not have chosen this place to make her own.
Eika could feel the wind shifting, ruffling her fur as it moved past her. Soon it would change, blowing from the west - and the offensive reek would be gone, blown back towards the village. Time enough till then to ensure that no human would live long enough to smell their tainted smoke as the wind reached the village. She could slaughter them all so easily, rush in and out, leaving a trail of destruction.
But no - to do so would be involving herself in their affairs, even if only for a heartbeat, and she had no wish to draw attention to herself. Let them eke out their existence in their act of defiance against nature. They would die without her helping it along. Feeling the wisps, darker than air though to her they felt like tiny breezes, shift on her back, she turned away. The peaks of the mountains rose nearby, easy enough to reach, and promising peace and solitude. The wind demon moved towards them instinctively, paws moving lightly on the ground, never knocking aside a stone. Her grace was dearly bought, and even here she could hear the whispering of the wind that would rise to a keen, loud and haunting once she was in the mountains. But there was a price for everything, and this was hers.
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