Post by JasmineNooby on Jan 25, 2022 14:58:34 GMT
SUBJECT 01 - LYRA RIN.
“Killing you was boring! But I’ll happily do it again. This time I’ll make sure it is interesting.”
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OC General Information
CHARACTERS FULL NAME: Lyra Rin
“Killing you was boring! But I’ll happily do it again. This time I’ll make sure it is interesting.”
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OC General Information
CHARACTERS FULL NAME: Lyra Rin
CHARACTERS NICKNAME: 'Subject 01' , 'Devil of the Forest’ , 'Satan’s Daughter’
CHARACTERS AGE: 19
CHARACTERS HEIGHT: 5ft5
CHARACTERS FAMILY RELATIVES: Deceased.
CHARACTERS SPECIES: Demon-Human Hybrid (She is more Demon than human)
CHARACTERS SEXUALITY: Bi-Sexual (Can become more flirtatious when killing)
CHARACTERS ALIGNMENT: Chaotic-Neutral
CHARACTERS BODY TYPE: Slim, Athletic, Toned
CHARACTERS AGE: 19
CHARACTERS HEIGHT: 5ft5
CHARACTERS FAMILY RELATIVES: Deceased.
CHARACTERS SPECIES: Demon-Human Hybrid (She is more Demon than human)
CHARACTERS SEXUALITY: Bi-Sexual (Can become more flirtatious when killing)
CHARACTERS ALIGNMENT: Chaotic-Neutral
CHARACTERS BODY TYPE: Slim, Athletic, Toned
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Characters Personal Information
CHARACTERS BACKSTORY:
From a young age Lyra has always loved the shining edge of a blade. Once she accidentally cut herself, she was hooked on the red ribbons flowing out of her. Her parents were concerned about this, trying to take advantage of this by letting her hunt for their food. She was ecstatic. She enjoyed the thrill, the adrenaline. Her face always seemed overly immersed in the enjoyment of hunting. At first, she was bringing back only small amounts of prey: rabbits, birds, small mammals. Over time her hauls became bigger and bigger. Although her facial expressions were less joyful. They became dull as she became bored with the same animals acting in the same way, their behaviour was all too easy to follow. She wanted to hunt something smarter. The expressions on her parents' faces when she walked through the door at the age of 16 with a dead traveller on her back, knives through his stomach and throat. She was gleaming with joy, licking her lips with excitement. Although her demeanour suddenly changed when her bounty was met with screams of distress and horror from her parents. Her father pulled his weapon to aim at her, muttering the words “Devil” under his breath as he shakily went to take the shot. Lyra was quick to notice this behaviour, her agility was high from all the times spent hunting with blades – she dislikes things such as bows and guns, never having held one or used one. Yet her aim with a blade was deadly accurate. With zero hesitation she reached to her belt, pulling a blade out and throwing it at her father. It landed peacefully in his throat; the smile of the devil stretched across her face as she quickly dropped the body she was lugging behind her. Her mothers’ wails were heard from all cardinal directions – that smile was the last thing the two of them ever saw. When the authorities arrived, slamming open the door they were met with the scene of Lyra on top of her mother. Happily slashing away at her torso, she figured out that if she were to slash at the lower stomach, she could hit another organ – the bladder. These two seemed detrimental to any humanoid. Her father was already beyond identifiability, he was pinned up against the wall by hatchets and other throwable blades. Her laughter haunted the Authorities as she slowly turned her head to face them. Her eyes filled with adrenaline. They seemed to jolt backwards, showing their fear and nervousness – her existence explained the multitude of disappearances in the local area. Her blue eye seemed past icy, the black one showing them the depths of hell from which she climbed from. Her horns weren’t showing, she was hiding them under a mirage spell. She never seemed to waver, instead she was chuckling quietly. Standing up to face them, she knew she couldn’t fight her way out. Dropping her blade with a squelch as it landed through her mother’s right hand. Lyra raised her hands above her head, leaving the remaining 10 blades hidden in her belt. Her songful voice peacefully danced towards their ears:
“I give up.”
Her smile was sly, she was enjoying the moment, their fear.
The Authorities quickly took her, binding her hands and chaining her ankles. One muttered to the other with fear, “It may be in our best interests to blind fold her… her eyes scare me… her smile… She has to be Satan’s Daughter…” They all agreed – her blue eye looking like an angels as her actions were of clear intent of the devil – quickly blindfolding her with a nearby bandage, and dragging her with them to the main Authorities Office. She was kept in their holding cell, but out of fear of their own lives and the townspeople, they made the decision to try and move her around in a transfer vehical. This was their hope of disorienting her. They attempted to have new people try and get answers out of her, this wasn’t successful. They wanted to know her drive. Throughout her entire stay she was extremely docile, humming a lullaby peacefully. Even during her transfer, she was docile. It wasn’t until she arrived at the new holding cell in The Agency that she became a little interested in what was going to happen.
HOW SHE GOT TO WHERE SHE IS NOW:
CHARACTERS BACKSTORY:
From a young age Lyra has always loved the shining edge of a blade. Once she accidentally cut herself, she was hooked on the red ribbons flowing out of her. Her parents were concerned about this, trying to take advantage of this by letting her hunt for their food. She was ecstatic. She enjoyed the thrill, the adrenaline. Her face always seemed overly immersed in the enjoyment of hunting. At first, she was bringing back only small amounts of prey: rabbits, birds, small mammals. Over time her hauls became bigger and bigger. Although her facial expressions were less joyful. They became dull as she became bored with the same animals acting in the same way, their behaviour was all too easy to follow. She wanted to hunt something smarter. The expressions on her parents' faces when she walked through the door at the age of 16 with a dead traveller on her back, knives through his stomach and throat. She was gleaming with joy, licking her lips with excitement. Although her demeanour suddenly changed when her bounty was met with screams of distress and horror from her parents. Her father pulled his weapon to aim at her, muttering the words “Devil” under his breath as he shakily went to take the shot. Lyra was quick to notice this behaviour, her agility was high from all the times spent hunting with blades – she dislikes things such as bows and guns, never having held one or used one. Yet her aim with a blade was deadly accurate. With zero hesitation she reached to her belt, pulling a blade out and throwing it at her father. It landed peacefully in his throat; the smile of the devil stretched across her face as she quickly dropped the body she was lugging behind her. Her mothers’ wails were heard from all cardinal directions – that smile was the last thing the two of them ever saw. When the authorities arrived, slamming open the door they were met with the scene of Lyra on top of her mother. Happily slashing away at her torso, she figured out that if she were to slash at the lower stomach, she could hit another organ – the bladder. These two seemed detrimental to any humanoid. Her father was already beyond identifiability, he was pinned up against the wall by hatchets and other throwable blades. Her laughter haunted the Authorities as she slowly turned her head to face them. Her eyes filled with adrenaline. They seemed to jolt backwards, showing their fear and nervousness – her existence explained the multitude of disappearances in the local area. Her blue eye seemed past icy, the black one showing them the depths of hell from which she climbed from. Her horns weren’t showing, she was hiding them under a mirage spell. She never seemed to waver, instead she was chuckling quietly. Standing up to face them, she knew she couldn’t fight her way out. Dropping her blade with a squelch as it landed through her mother’s right hand. Lyra raised her hands above her head, leaving the remaining 10 blades hidden in her belt. Her songful voice peacefully danced towards their ears:
“I give up.”
Her smile was sly, she was enjoying the moment, their fear.
The Authorities quickly took her, binding her hands and chaining her ankles. One muttered to the other with fear, “It may be in our best interests to blind fold her… her eyes scare me… her smile… She has to be Satan’s Daughter…” They all agreed – her blue eye looking like an angels as her actions were of clear intent of the devil – quickly blindfolding her with a nearby bandage, and dragging her with them to the main Authorities Office. She was kept in their holding cell, but out of fear of their own lives and the townspeople, they made the decision to try and move her around in a transfer vehical. This was their hope of disorienting her. They attempted to have new people try and get answers out of her, this wasn’t successful. They wanted to know her drive. Throughout her entire stay she was extremely docile, humming a lullaby peacefully. Even during her transfer, she was docile. It wasn’t until she arrived at the new holding cell in The Agency that she became a little interested in what was going to happen.
HOW SHE GOT TO WHERE SHE IS NOW:
She laughed maniacally, taking strides forward with ease. Her hair ruffled as she tugged at the loose blindfold – revealing her diabolical eye. She gasped for air as her steps laughed for her. Tilting her head to the left as she pulled out one of her blades, her shackles rattling as her prey scurried around on the floor. Grovelling and pleading for its life. She pointed the blade at her target, licking her upper lip as she continued to move towards it – she admired its actions of help, its cries dancing notes into her ears. It tripped, falling 6ft in front of her. Hurriedly reaching for his weapon, smearing dirt onto his back as he pushed himself across the ground, shakily aiming the point at her head… her eye gleamed with pleasure, emanating a red aura as the depths of hell roared behind her. He yelled taking his shot – she dodged to the left, expecting his fear to resort to this. All expressions dulled. Her face turned from manic enjoyment to a straight-faced murderer. All sounds halted, fleeing for their own lives as she took another step forward, bowing while holding her blade in front herself. Tumbling forward she turned on the point of her left foot, the broken chains holding her ankles as she danced, spinning softly and landing 3ft in front of her prey. Her pupil strained, smirking as she bowed once again. He screamed - letting off another shot, his arms were fuelled with fear that was detrimental to his aim. She turned to the side, laughing in prediction as she threw her knife to his centre mass, landing in the middle of his gut. Licking her lips as the blood began to drip out. Dashing forward she slammed her foot into his arms, stamping them down as his weapon clattered across the floor. Twisting her foot and taking out another blade – her breathing sang songs of excitement, her face twirling into a smile. Crouching down over the man she lifted his hand. The blade glimmered in the sunset, begging to be used. She nodded again, slashing it through his hand and crucifying it into the floor. His screams filled the crimson horizon. The waves of terror from his vocals bounced into the new forming darkness, the lullabies of hell creeping closer and closer as the glint of a new blade was pulled from her belt. His attempt of reaching over to his pinned hand was rendered useless as she thrusted her knee into his forearm. His lower half was giving in, the burning sensation of his stomach being impaled widened his eyes with a new-born fear. Her blinking was slow, she looked at his lower stomach, remembering an old tactic. She inhaled, letting out a demonic laugh as she slashed across his stomach and bladder, watching the liquids combine and reacting to one another. The sun was barely seen on the horizon. Darkness swept over them both as she caught her breath, dragging her soft blood covered hands across his cheek, taunting him sweetly. Her chaotic nature shows its full front, its true colours.
“Shush… It’ll be okay.” She chuckled her words as she whispered into his dying corpse. Placing her right hand over his mouth, laughing more as she began to hum to herself. His muffled cries formed her melody.
She swiftly pulled out the blade in his stomach, lifting her knee and spinning herself to thrust the blade through his forearm. The final glimmers of the sun’s rays of hope reflecting off the knife into the eyes of a screaming toy. All hope was lost for this one, he was no fun for her anymore. Leaving her artwork on the floor, she leaped away. Walking towards the traces as her new freedom awaited her. She continued to hum to herself softly, the shadows of hell in her steps as she pulled the blind fold back over her eyes, just able to see through it. The moon's light now covered her existence once again. Lifting her head softly to look up at the blurry stars, hearing the distressed screams of the other guards and authorities finding their now dead comrade. Smirking like the devil, she fastened her pace into the depths of this unknown trace.
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“Shush… It’ll be okay.” She chuckled her words as she whispered into his dying corpse. Placing her right hand over his mouth, laughing more as she began to hum to herself. His muffled cries formed her melody.
She swiftly pulled out the blade in his stomach, lifting her knee and spinning herself to thrust the blade through his forearm. The final glimmers of the sun’s rays of hope reflecting off the knife into the eyes of a screaming toy. All hope was lost for this one, he was no fun for her anymore. Leaving her artwork on the floor, she leaped away. Walking towards the traces as her new freedom awaited her. She continued to hum to herself softly, the shadows of hell in her steps as she pulled the blind fold back over her eyes, just able to see through it. The moon's light now covered her existence once again. Lifting her head softly to look up at the blurry stars, hearing the distressed screams of the other guards and authorities finding their now dead comrade. Smirking like the devil, she fastened her pace into the depths of this unknown trace.
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PERSONALITY: Lyra is a psychopath; she’s easily swayed by her instincts. But above all she loves toying with people. If they have a common goal, she’ll help them. Although she could possibly be kind, it is yet to show itself. She is yet to find someone or something she truly cares about other than her blades. She knows when she is at a disadvantage. She is incredibly vigilant. She is very two sided in killing, as soon as they start to attack back and she loses interest, her facial expressions drop as she turns more serious until they begin entertaining her again.
Many people who encounter her seem to find her carrying an unknown fear, they aren’t entirely sure why they are afraid of her but they are. Yet most of the time Lyra is blunt, quiet and happily in her own head.
STRENGTHS: Lyra is extremely skilled with knives, her accuracy with them is deadly. She is quite happy in close combat as well from mid-distance. Due to her flexibility and agility she can easily close distance and make it. Her footsteps are silent. They cannot be heard unless she is rustling leaves in trees or has chains around her wrists and ankles. Lyra has a naturally high pain tolerance, due to her normally running off of an abnormal amount of adrenaline she tends to not always notice her wounds until she passes out from exhaustion.
WEAKNESSES: Lyra easily gets bored. If the thrill begins to die down she herself will also calm slightly. If not moving around or hunting constantly she can enter a sort of ‘docile’ state. When in this state she doesn’t react to much around her at all. One of Lyras more noticeable habits is how she happily toys with people, more so her hunts. This can lead her to taking unnecessary steps and getting more injured which could be avoided if she just landed the final blow.
Many people who encounter her seem to find her carrying an unknown fear, they aren’t entirely sure why they are afraid of her but they are. Yet most of the time Lyra is blunt, quiet and happily in her own head.
STRENGTHS: Lyra is extremely skilled with knives, her accuracy with them is deadly. She is quite happy in close combat as well from mid-distance. Due to her flexibility and agility she can easily close distance and make it. Her footsteps are silent. They cannot be heard unless she is rustling leaves in trees or has chains around her wrists and ankles. Lyra has a naturally high pain tolerance, due to her normally running off of an abnormal amount of adrenaline she tends to not always notice her wounds until she passes out from exhaustion.
WEAKNESSES: Lyra easily gets bored. If the thrill begins to die down she herself will also calm slightly. If not moving around or hunting constantly she can enter a sort of ‘docile’ state. When in this state she doesn’t react to much around her at all. One of Lyras more noticeable habits is how she happily toys with people, more so her hunts. This can lead her to taking unnecessary steps and getting more injured which could be avoided if she just landed the final blow.
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Characters Ability Information
ABILITY NAME: Mirage (Active)
ABILITY FUNCTION (What it does): She hides her horns from prying eyes. Disguising herself as a human, although she can drop this whenever she wishes or when she is too injured.
HIGH END APPLICATION (The most it can do): N/A
LOW END APPLICATION (The least it can do): N/A
WEAKNESS (Weakness in combat - if any): If injured to the state of unconsciousness the mirage will begin to flicker until it either falls or holds
ABILITY NAME: Strict Predator (Passive)
ABILITY FUNCTION (What it does): Due to Lyras fixation on hunting she is able to see her current hunts (and potential hunts) footsteps and traces when she is frustrated, threatened, feeling mass enjoyment or occasionally zoning out. They appear to her in different colours and depending on who or what she is following they can be faint or blatantly obvious. You are able to tell when she is using it as her pupils fixate into slits.
HIGH END APPLICATION (The most it can do): N/A
LOW END APPLICATION (The least it can do): N/A
WEAKNESS (Weakness in combat - if any): Lyra dislikes this ability as it takes away from her thrill, this results in her trying to avoid using it.
ABILITY NAME: Bonded by Blades (Active)
ABILITY FUNCTION (What it does): Any of Lyras blades can reappear in its sheath or in her hand if it is open.
HIGH END APPLICATION (The most it can do): Lyra runs out of her blades, she opens her hand as one of her blades at random reappears in her hand ready to use once more. Simultaneously the other blades - one at a time, begin to reappear in their sheaths.
LOW END APPLICATION (The least it can do): She is in need of a blade and is a little too lazy to reach around and grab it, instead it appears in her hand.
WEAKNESS (Weakness in combat - if any): Lyras hands have to be empty for this work.
ABILITY NAME: Phantom Blade (Active)
ABILITY FUNCTION (What it does): She can throw an illusion blade, although it looks like one of her own, it is near impossible to tell the difference between the two. It deals no damage and is mainly used to make a diversion or create fear within her hunt. Although it can cause a ‘phantom pain’ in the target if they cannot register the illusion as it hits.
HIGH END APPLICATION (The most it can do): Lyra runs out of blades, her opponent doesn’t know this and she reaches behind her to throw a blade, instead she throws an illusion one which gives her enough time to recover her other blades.
LOW END APPLICATION (The least it can do): She has been stalking one of her hunts for a while, to grab their attention she throws an illusion blade just above their head to inflict fear.
WEAKNESS (Weakness in combat - if any): It deals no actual damage.
ABILITY NAME: Satan's Shadow (Active)
ABILITY FUNCTION (What it does): When Lyra sees her hunts getting boring, if she feels on edge or if her playful bloodlust begins to turn into something far more sinister, her shadow begins to overcast behind her. Yet she never notices this. Her shadow is seemingly smiling greedily, it seems to be hollow, unnerving. Over the time it is behind her, small developments may be noticed in the shadow. It develops hollow round eyes, horns, a smile so empty that once it is filled with dagger like teeth the beings nearby start to tremble. Sometimes it acts on its own, seeming far more alive to some than others. (Read Satan's Shadows Document for more information.)
HIGH END APPLICATION (The most it can do): Appear and fight alongside Lyra.
LOW END APPLICATION (The least it can do): Intimidate and make people feel uneasy or on edge.
WEAKNESS (Weakness in combat - if any): Once Satan's Shadow has taken enough blunt force damage, it can no longer hold its form and shrinks back into Lyras shadow.
ABILITY NAME: Satan’s True Incarnate (Active)
ABILITY FUNCTION (What it does): Check Satan's True Incarnate Document.
HIGH END APPLICATION (The most it can do): N/A
LOW END APPLICATION (The least it can do): N/A
WEAKNESS (Weakness in combat - if any): Check Satan’s True Incarnate Document.
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Extra Character Information
EYE COLOUR: Her right eye is an icy pale blue (when her bloodlust is peaking it can turn red), her left is a void black (when her bloodlust is peaking the pupil can turn red.)
HAIR COLOUR: Ginger
SCARS: Multiple across her torso and legs. One vertical down the outside of her left arm, one horizontal across her mid-right forearm. Many claws and bite scars.
TATTOOS: N/A
ACCESSORIES: Both her ear lobes have been pierced twice, she has two helix piercings in her right ear. These helixes are small steel hoops. The lobe piercings are steel studs.
OUTFIT CHOICE: She tends to prefer dress shirts, far bigger than herself so they are extremely loose. Lyra loves free movement and much prefers to wear flexible black jeans. Her chest is bound with bandages and she has a bandage around her eyes - this was not her choice but she prefers to keep it like this.
WEAPONS: 10 knives: 8 throwing daggers; these daggers each have an ebony hilt, about 6 inches. 1 crescent dagger, around 8 inches. 1 straight blade dagger, also 8 inches.
