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Name: Maria Celebrona Mortaire
Age: 26
Eye Color: Blue to Indigo
Hair Color: Black
Height: 159 cm - 5'2½"
Weight: 45 kg - 99 lbs
Scars/Tattoos: Several scars on her back
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
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Abilities Weight Manipulation
The user can manipulate the weight, the force on the object due to gravity, of anything to make it very light and easy to move, or very heavy and impossible to move. They can make the object so heavy it can break through almost anything, or so light that it can just float away. As weight has a direction, the user can change the path of gravity to cause different effects on objects touched.
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Race: Half Demon
Personality: Nearly an embodiment of melancholy, Maria is described as soft spoken, collected and carrying an overwhelmingly dense air around herself, questioning the base of all thing's existence and leading all results to a sad ending, morbid and even wicked at times. Apathy and fading desires, the cycles of her life. Those who came close have claimed to feel heavy in almost all senses of the word, and washed over entirely by relief when her presence leaves the premises.
Likes:
♡ Slow harmonies
♡ The soothing details of rain
♡ Overwhelming silence after stressful scenarios
♡ The reflections of a mirror
Dislikes:
❦ Overwhelming joy from others
❦ The obnoxiously loud sounds
❦ Those who go through life and don't question why
❦ Rushing anything when it is all so fleeting once completed or lost
Biography: The day of birth, 26 years ago, was branded as a day so somber that it pains the innocent to hear of it. While the most gruesome details are left only to those who wish to hear it from herself, what has been informed to the general is that the child was born from a hellish pact, the mother a victim to demonic forces that tore at her soul and ravished the body in unspeakable ways, albeit with the woman's own permission, regrettable as it were. It was the fault of a single demon of elevated standard, the rank of royalty in the blazing plains giving the entity power and worshippers in the mortal realm. The mother was one belonging to that portion, believing to be following a path of rewards and pleasure when all it lead to was pain, misery, and the endless torture of her formerly pure soul. Through countless sessions of carnal interaction, the mark of unholy essence was printed firmly into the inner workings of the female vessel, demonic seed of unknown capabilities planted and cherished by every of the cult, except the carrier itself. In the period of 9 months, limbs were strapped to a metal base rooted to cold concrete, and food was given in proper schedule, disgusting and altered as it were, to make sure the child would come into the world healthy, and seething with the devil’s energy, powerful and unstoppable. Merely another spawn of the most wicked forces in existence, brought forth with the sole purpose of serving the dark arts and causing the greatest amount of suffering and wrath during its life time.
Once out of the womb, the blood of the mother was used to bless it into the exterior air, retrieved from the struggling throat of a slashed neck. Taken in since that day, the child was tended for by followers of the cult, and treated like the holiest object in their possession, her every need satisfied as soon as it was made clear through innocent cries of hunger and thirst. When old enough, the spawn was taught the ways of combat, the philosophies of the world, the enchanting ways of chemistry and the absolute rules of mathematical branches. Basically schooled by the demon’s people, it wouldn’t take much for the privilege to shape this young entity into a formidable mind, capable of manipulating and charming the ones it desired, and bending forcefully those who dared to oppose its every whim through physical prowess in the blade and any other weapon. Though the objective was set in stone, relating to what this hellishly blessed child was bound to accomplish, the offerings made granted more of a will than expected, and the contact with all that was earthly rose questions that those around could not answer, due to ignorance or fear of perhaps leading the creature astray. In one way or another, with 15 winters passed through, the demon’s offspring would decide to leave the limits of the cult’s home and when doing so, exterminating without a second’s doubt any figure that became bold enough to appear before it. Tortured by endless questions that drove to light even more things to be answered, the sadness and anguish formed a frightening yet beautiful beast that roamed the land in search of wisdom. This left behind a wake of horrendous events and stomach twisting scenes, the wicked nature of a hellraised daughter generating misery as a mere consequence of just existing, and to the melancholy in female curves, all it caused felt so well and good that nothing was held back.
Living a living tundra, Maria wandered the mortal realm and manipulated those on her way to gain a life of comfort even as she tormented the human spirits held by flesh structures, so weak and so frail. With a touch that was so unbearable, many bowed before the being, and others were crushed by will and strength. The singular beauty this entity possessed, along with a silver tongue and exotic energies, made it to be the source of infinite ghost stories, the fame of a haunting gaze and voice nothing in comparison to what the survivors of her deeds described, miraculously breathing still despite the loss of limbs and, more often than not, sanity itself. While many things remain untold for others to discover, interacting directly with the terrifying woman and her overwhelming atmosphere, it has been known that travelling is a usual behavior, and the destinies chosen shifted non stop until a special place came to be known, a city where the supernatural was so common that many mortal souls dreaded ever visiting in fear of what could be found, whispers of a dark force roaming every ear. Questioning, doubtful, lusting for what could be known, the Maria was said to have been last seen in regions leading to the odd mentioned city.
Strengths
✓ Bottomless patience
✓ Thorough with all things
✓ Experienced in sophisticated manipulation
✓ Keen sight that observes and considers all details.
✓ Albeit experienced with unarmed combat and in using various weapons, she's a master swordsman.
Weaknesses
✗Can easily change focus if convinced to do so
✗Spends minimal stamina
✗Distaste for fighting
✗Bright lights and awfully loud sounds drive her away
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Extra information: Her eyes shift to an indigo color when manipulating weight. Also carries a katana that has been bathed in her blood many times during childhood, being the only weapon she can manipulate over a distance without the need to shed crimson substance on it nowadays. Tends to use massive robes.
Theme song: Melancholy
Housing District: Aether District 106
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