Lady Ashura

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Suppress the Soul, The Undesirable  Standing Alone its Undeniable || 若久  阿修羅 || Ashura Wakahisa || Lady Ashura || Shura "Ancient Dark God" || Pronounced A-SHURA WAKAHISA 565 Years Old October 13th Demon Touched A Rank List this as D-rank for the moment, you can change it to A-rank once Remix and Ace have had a chance to review your role-play sample. Sadly, Moderators are not allowed to do so, and me doing it would be biased as you are part of my Guild. Chaotic Neutral Female || Heterosexual Appearance Eyes & Hair: Callous, with a hint of arrogance, Ashura's eyes easily reflect upon her soul. They are almond-shaped, a brilliant azure in color and framed by thick black lashes and thin dark eyebrows which she describes as 'perfectly arched'. Ashura's hair is a composite of sheer white and lustrous silver, a silky long mane that cascades down the length of her body when left open and curls ever so slightly at the tips. Her forehead is covered by a messy fringe and a few strands of hair hang loosely around her face, often tucked behind her ears. Physique: Ashura possesses a delicate yet voluptuous body type. Her full breasts, thin waist, round butt and long legs flatter her hourglass figure and combined with her soft facial features, Ashura is often described as a radiant beauty. Her fair skin is unmarred by imperfection and her cheeks bear a captivating glow reminiscent of rosy peaches. Lady Ashura has lovely and pinkish lips and dainty little hands and feet that almost seem incapable of performing the feats she does. Shura carries the faint scent of jasmine flowers with her and has a little mole underneath her left collarbone. Clothing: Shura's main attire is the small amount of fabric she likes to call clothing. Her delicate limbs are the reason why she refuses to wear anything that hinders her movement and prefers to wear tight white undergarments to hide her skin underneath; As well as hold the white vest with a black sash just under her bust, Ashura combines everything with black wrist warmers and a white over jacket that only covers one limb, that being her damaged left hand. Additional to her main thought for garments, Shura wears knee high white boots that have black metal guards over them, They allow her to perform to best of her abilities in combat. Occasionally she will be seen wearing a long white cape that tucks under her jacket to protect her from the elements, not that they bother her anyways. Description: Ashura's body language is indicative of great self-confidence. She can often be seen with a look of curiosity or a harsh smile on her face and her gaze wanders often, usually scanning her surroundings. Modesty is something that Shura lacks however, If something catches her interest she will often stare, regardless of how this may affect the opposing party. Ashura is fond of skinship and displays affection through physical contact, so in regard to how she dresses, it is on purpose; She can easily hide and mask out her true feelings and intentions and yet, when she's in an emotional state, unable or unwilling to hide it, her body begins to tremble. She'll stutter when speaking, her voice fading from it's normal harsh tone to high pitched and feminine; and her blush-kissed cheeks will reveal her embarrassment, and her tears will show her anger and her sadness. Her skin runs the gamut from a translucent white to a deep rose, depending on whether she is angry, tired or excited. Someone had once told her, "Honestly, child, sometimes I don't recognize you. You've got all the colors of the wind in you." Aside from this, people very often tend to notice the scar that runs on her right eye, and take note, that any questions about it or a prolonged stare lingering on it will expose you to the woman's distaste. And although she tries to make sure that no questions are asked about that abhorrence on her skin by hiding it with a lily; she cannot escape questions on why the flower adorns her eye. But, of course, it is much easier to lie about the flower (a piece that has no sentimental value) than the scar. However her emotions will rarely get the better of her, thus she will always be seen with her strong facade. Special Characteristics: Scars Ashura has a few marring scars on different parts of her body, usually achieved in different spans of time in her long and twisted life as a hellspawn. The most prominent among them would be on her right eye though, as it runs deep in a vertical way; cutting across from above her eyebrow, right upto mid-cheek. However, she's prone to hide this scar by using a white flower, a lily, to be precise, and pinning it to her hair in such a way that it covers her right eye completely. Other scars range from a few on her wrists and legs, as well as a greater concentration on her back. Prosthetic left arm In force of her recognition as Demon Touched, Ashura's left hand is black and marred. This is also an inscription of her dark magic as it is infused with the same darkness that claims her soul. It still functions as well, if not better than one made of normal bone and skin, possessing some great amount of strength and sharp claw like flanges.    There Lives Regret But i Have Yet To Find It Personality Description: Shura desires respect and success earned through recurring hard work. As a perfectionist, she puts the highest effort into all of her projects until the very end, and is known for aiming to be the greatest at everything. While Ashura is interested in material wealth, her biggest source of motivation remains power. She has a strong focus and doubts and limits don’t bother her, Ashura savors pleasing her superiors, but more than anything else she savors pleasing herself, This even comes down to killing other's to obtain what SHE wants. Her self-confidence and trust in everything she does remains Ashura’s most outstanding attribute. Every movement, every word spoken and every breath taken is a commitment to herself, her ideals and her work. Ashura Wakahisa doesn’t doubt her own abilities nor does she believe in restricting limits. She voices her thoughts with a strong voice and never avoids eye-contact. However, while determined, Shura is not stubborn and capable of admitting defeat and mistakes, but only to herself. She would never admit defeat to anyone but her own. As a strangely curious individual who craves for power and for knowledge, Ashura is an observer and investigator. She’s not shy or reserved with her questions and studying people has become her most liked hobby. Shura can hardly suppress her thirst for information, even when it does put her into dangerous situations at times. Knowledge is power after all. A brilliant mind, a clear insight and decent understanding of even the most bizarre issues make Shura a resourceful personality. She’s access to a respectable amount of information gathered by herself and uses it to approach difficult problems with a solution in mind. Ashura’s highly skilled in acquiring information through communication and easily memorizes details. Her abilities to process, understand and remember make her a valuable researcher, or maniacal sociopath. However you look at it. Ashura can't stand the sight of mess or dirt. She’s a well organized person with the talent to remember the respective place of each and every little thing, making it impossible for her rooms and buildings in which she resides to become untidy. She rarely uses belongings as she’s always able to remember where she put them. Shura's mannerisms stand in direct contrast with her innocent appearance. She’s a sharp tongued and foul mouthed woman, known for her boldness and her sass. Ashura never once felt the need to change her rude attitude and has grown rather accustomed, enjoying the lack of formality especially around her superiors. Mockery and scorn often influence her radical choice of words, although she does know when to contain herself. With great confidence there comes great vanity. Whereas Shura’s self-esteem can be considered a positive trait of her personality, her arrogance certainly can not. She proudly admires her own reflection altogether and carries herself as the goddess that she is not. Treasuring her appearance like no other, Ashura is easily offended when someone fails to notice the efforts she has made to look even more gorgeous than usual. As mentioned before Ashura is incapable of blaming herself. To lift the weight from her shoulders, she’s always searched for and found another person to blame for her pain. Unable to grow stronger through her suffering and learn from experiences, Shura’s become a vindictive woman who’s obsessed with the idea of revenge, even when it’s completely unreasonable. She’s yet to learn how to forgive and move on. She’s not an honorable person; She takes pleasure in playing the damsel in distress simply to deceive and betray her victims. She’s cunning and her ruthless nature represents a real threat to those who fall for her. Ashura rarely trusts people and in a world full of lies, remaining honest and forgiving is clearly beyond the Wakahisa. She’s given up on dignity and merely acts and strikes to entertain herself. Ashura’s daredevilish nature is just another way of expressing her curiosity - in a negative way. She’s no coward and her daring nature easily gets her into critical situations which may or may not present an actual threat to her existence. She’s yet to learn to control her thirst, or she’ll suffer the consequences. Involvement with other races has always been Shura’s weakness and while aware of the danger, she’s sometimes almost too stubborn to back out. Currently living in her Psyche rests a dark and heavy consciousness; a blood thirsty creature that finds no end in swimming in chaos. It urges Ashura and speaks to her, weighing on her mind constantly. This is partially the reason why Shura is the way she is, a voice living inside your head convincing you to kill people; It goes by Hakurou and wants Shura's body for itself, so she is at a constant fight with the being, trying to block him out as she goes about her day. In truth she is a highly misunderstood creature, and there may be more to her being than even she herself knows. Likes: Fighting A woman obsessed with power she will fight to no lengths to get it; This includes fighting her own guild mates or seeking out avid challenges to prove that she is superior. In a sense she enjoys the thrill of finally being able to be killed, after living in the amount of time she has, Shura has a inner longing for death, but will not go out of her way to commit suicide, the idea crossed over her mind several times but she refuses to go out without causing chaos and destruction. Jasmine It seems odd that this woman can have such an undying love for a flower, but Ashura is passionate about the smell of the purple and blue hued White plant. Perhaps it derives from some unknown entity or is a hidden part of her long history, none the less she will make note of the fragrance if she comes across it. That and it is her favorite flavor for tea. Books She believes that knowledge is the key to power, so in her active search for power she is avidly researching. Any topic that peaks her interest she is sure to find some form of scripture on the matter; This can cover a wide birth of subjects, including resurrection to demons taints. She collects her records in a stored vault along with other items she has kept throughout the centuries. Calligraphy She enjoys the art of Calligraphy, and not just with a light pen or some source of metal ink pen either. She enjoys the rice paper, ink well, water vase, and paint brush calligraphy and has recently taken up the art. She likes to decorate her designated rooms and areas with hung quotes and words in traditional writing. Red While she may wear the color white in an obscene amount, she really prefers the color red. But not bright red like fire, more of the maroon red color of blood. It may just be her sick nature, but she really likes the way it looks on white. Red and white, the colors of passion. Dislikes: Heroes Ashura considers herself the heroine of her own story; So why would she need some goodytwoshoes to come into her business and tell her how she is doing injustice. To Shura she is in the right, only following what her heart and mind tell her, and the definition of good and evil is opinionated. Therefore she will never admit she is wrong, because she finds that her actions are always right by her. Loud Noises Ashura really can not stand sounds, be they high pitched or loud... She enjoys the peaceful sensations of quiet and will grow rather irritated if someone is talking to loud, or too much. She even disapproves with loud thunderous sounds; but is somehow fond of bone splintering screams and the sound of someone gurgling on their own blood. In this sense, she herself is quite hypocritical because any noise she creates be it loud or soft is justified. The Sun As a creature of darkness, she prefers the night and even cloudy days. Harsh sun makes her sneer in disgust, as her pale skin was a indication of how little sun she actually see's. Her favorite weather is that of lightning and rain. Sure it comes with thunder, but the loud booming from the sky is beautiful in her eyes and she can stand that sound. So for the most she will often parade around at night time, or venture out when it is cloudy, trying to avoid the sun at all costs. Ego Not her own... She has certainly came to terms with her ego; It is the large ego of others she loathes. As that would make them better than her... and no one is better than her! To bow down to the unworthy is a sin in her eyes and she would rather cut her own head off first. So for those that talk about their power constantly without being able to back it up with actions causes her to act in great disapproval, by removing their tongue from their dirty mouths. She also does not appreciate people talking down to her in such a way that would place her beneath them. Ugly People A woman of vanity, Ashura is disgusted by the concept of ugly people and will often kill them just to rid the stain from the world. Sure that sounds moronic and a bit hostile, but you are titled to your own opinion. Ashura believes that only people with a sense of beauty are allowed to live, as they are pure compared to those that are compared to roaches in the dirt. Motivations: Power There is little Ashura wouldn't do for Power. Kill, Lie, Cheat. She has and will do it all to obtain a higher status than she is currently standing in. Ace, Guildmaster, Magic Council, Chairman, God. These are all titles she is envious of and desires; thus she will do what she can to obtain her own desires. Shura has been known to give her allegiance to the highest bidder; whoever she could use for a time being that would be a successful foothold to gain power. Death Though she does not want to die at this time, she looks forward to a dark future, she looks forward to not having a future at all! After living her time she is eager for release. That said, she will not put herself in harm's way, just look forward to the epic fight that will be her undoing. Her ideal death would come with destruction and chaos. A true spectacle in the eyes of the beholder. She also will constantly look for the being that may possess the power to defeat her; If she can surpass that person, it means they were not the one. Vengeance Being born in the pits of hell she has developed a disdain for demonic beings; that is because she feels cheated out of life. She was not born a demon, no she was made one through torture and heinous rituals. To kill those that have done this is her ultimate goal, and to achieve this she must become more powerful than she is now. She feels pity however for the demonic that plague the earth already, feeling that they were wronged just like herself.   Fears: Failure She has few goals, and to fail any of them is a fate she fears. To die before obstructing her vengeance? Never to gain the power and thus unable to defend herself. They all tie in together and Shura fears this as her future. To prevent this she refuses to compete in petty battles where she may end up doing something foolish, instead looking higher to possibilities; so for now she succumbs to those around her. For now. Darkness Not the type of darkness most people are afraid of; Ashura is afraid of the manifestation of Darkness within herself; That being her power growing out of control and taking over her psyche. There is a dark presence within her that aims to constantly take over Ashura's mind, and she is afraid to let that happen. At this point there is no threat, but how long will that last? Devil Slayers They are her true weakness, seeing as how she is Demon touched, she had all the weaknesses of any demonic being and facing a Devil Slayer seems like her death. So Shura will avoid all Devil Slayers, that is if she knows about them. What is that phrase, " Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer"? At this point she will live by that standard and not give off any indication of her demonic origin. Light the Fuse Within My Veins.... Legacy Created Guild: Ashura has chosen Black Air's as her Guild. Seeing the potential in this guild she aims to use them as much as they could use her. Constantly keeping in mind her goals the woman proceeds to begin her adventure as a Mage instead of just a Monster. Tattoo: The insignia of Black Air's rests square over her heart. The stark black color contrasting on her pale flawless flesh as it cups over her breast in an appealing manner. I'm not positive, but you may be asked to move your RP Sample into the Available Ranks Thread. Just figured I would give you a heads up on that front. RP Sample: Azure orbs rested on the organic horizon, peering ahead softly as they took in the environment; It was going to rain soon, the salty smell filling her nose and the pressure of the air weighed heavily on her joints. Dark Grey clouds built up just above the tree's, and the first bolt of light could be seen in the distance, followed with a crack of thunder that echoed off the mountains she rested between. There was no sounds of birds chirping or wind whistling, it was just calm and peaceful, much like the phrase, ' The Calm before the Storm.' It certainly was going to storm, the way the clouds barreled over another indicated that it would be a rough one. Ashura did not mind however, she sat atop a boulder, crossing her ankles over one another and resting gently on the rough terrain. Silver tresses fell from her crown over her shoulders and curled at the nape of her perfectly arched back. Even though she was lounging atop a rock, she still sat with her habitual elegant posture, more as a form of practice rather than a forced position. The rain came in a soft drizzle, falling atop of the pale woman, causing goosebumps to crawl over her skin, the sudden cool air setting her on edge, though it did not bother her in terms of temperature wise. A solemn face hung low as she laid her hands out in her lap, caressing her fingertips lightly in her right palm she felt the texture of her prosthetic. How long had it been since she bore the mark of the demon? How long since she was determined to live an eternity alone? Shura smiled softly as this day reminded her much like the ones she experienced as a child. 552 years ago the world was peaceful, not like today in age; sure there was always the burden of war, but to a child, there was nothing more thrilling than being free to explore the given setting. Ashura was barely 8 years old, someone so young in the world, but she felt like she could take it head on! Running through the tall grass, stalking her prey and capturing crawling and disgusting creatures to bring home to her father. Her mother never appreciated her pets, and always casted them out of her face when shown their brilliance, usually paired with a large grin on Shura's face. But her father appreciated the creativity the child had when she kept her pets in a pen she built from mud and sticks, Her father being a creator himself, a make mage. Born to a Make mage, Tokiyo Wakahisa and a Requip mage, Ana Wakahisa; Ashura was sure to grow up strong willed and stubborn with a sense of creativity and good judgement. A ray of sunshine on the world she was brave and strong like her father, but warm and caring about her younger sister, much like her mother was to her. Her younger sister, Freyja Wakahisa was just barely 6 years old at the time, born two years apart from Ashura. She had her mother's dark black hair, unlike Shura who took more after her father. Freyja enjoyed accompanying Ashura on her adventures in the nearby woods, the family living outside of any village or town, living away from the constant harassment of people and the threat of visitors. Her father supplied them with the means of survival, in that time doing work for others as a form of payment. So there was often times that he was away from home for long periods of time.... He could have saved her that night.... Her head jolted up at the interrupting voice, quickly looking around to pinpoint the location it came from; Her eyes were a frenzy as they searched for movement. But found no form of person, and that was when it spoke once more. He could have saved you... He was there, weighing down on her mind; causing the woman to clasp her forehead in her fingertips, placing pressure on her temples as she closed her eyes in agony. He never left her be, never let her sleep, never let her have peace. Hakurou, the essence that wanted her being so badly, that wanted to devour her soul; he pushed the memories she wished to forget. Like the color of her sister's dress on that fateful day. Like normal her father was away at work, her mother slaving away in the kitchen, entertaining her sister with fancy requips with an assortment of kitchen utensils. There was thunder in the distance, and the rain continued to batter the roof of the wooden house they called a home. it was a soothing sound, nearly lulling Ashura to sleep as she tried to stay up and wait for her returning father. He was normally home by this time; he always found his way to tell them when he would be away for longer periods of time, but today for some reason he was late. Ana, Shura's mother, clearly felt worried but for her daughter's sake she put on a smile and went about her duties as a mother, minding the complications of traveling in the rain. It was getting dark, the sun saying its final goodbyes in the moments it had left; and Ashura bit at her lips in fear for her father. Sometimes he could be late, but he was home hours before the sun fell each day, so why had him held up. Worry struck the child as she thought he could have faced bandits and been injured on the road. In a flash she grabbed her jacket, not even minding to put shoes on. Her long silver hair strewn out behind her as she sprinted away from the open door. A concerned voice chasing after her, " Ashura no! " But that was your mistake wasn't it? Shura's blue eyes opened softly as she listened to the taunting remark, refusing to let it get to her. At least she tried to convince herself of that. A flash of light blinding her as it was instantly identified with a booming roar of thunder. The storm had grown harsh in the short time she sat on that rock. At least she thought it was a short time. How long had it been really? A few minutes? A few hours? But when you have lived for centuries, your sense of time becomes askew. The rain poured, soaking her garments, and wet hair clung to her face, masking her tears as rain ran down the bridge of her nose. Her eyes grew red and she closed them once more, raising her face to the sky and listening with open ears to the music of the world. She felt like screaming, like cursing the world for her pain, but that would be blaming something innocent. She knew exactly what caused her pain and how to exact her vengeance. The smile her father gave in greeting lightened up her heart as she found him walking towards her. Combined with a reassuring wave Ashura felt peaceful knowing there was nothing wrong with her father. The girl running up to hide under his cloak in the drenching rain, until he noticed she didn't have shoes on, scooping the girl up in her arms she felt warm against his chest even though his clothes were wet as well. They walked like this for several moments, discussing dinner and what tomorrow would bring in terms of weather, the girl wishing for sunny days where she could play outside for hours, that and she was excited to see what creatures the rain would bring in the early morning. His laugh comforted her, the deep booming voice that echoed in her ears, but it was nothing compared to the sound she heard next. A terrifying screech as light erupted past the colliding clouds, piercing through the air and crashing into the ground. It was powerful enough to send a jolt up her side as her dad let out a strong gasp. Their house was right in front of them, and it was on fire. The lightning had struck the house, causing the roof to collapse and the wood to catch fire instantly. Tokiyo set his daughter down, telling her to stay put as he beelined for the house, not even thinking twice as he barrelled in after his family. Ana and Freyja, they were in the house... the sound of crackling wood and the smell of smoke filled her nose as she stood there, unable to do anything. Tears streamed over her face, and the cold air burned her cheeks as her worried eyes scoured the fire for some for of movement. Suddenly, the supports gave out, and the entire house fell in on it'self, a plume of flame and smoke exploding upwards. Her expression changed as she screamed out for her father.. her mother... for anyone! Sobs followed her cries as she curled in on herself, there was no answer, just the crackle of wood as her life burned away. If only you stayed.... you could have died with them... Shura lived with that regret, cursing her own cowardly actions that kept her from saving them, or dying with them. Now she lived alone in a world that hated her, to be tortured by her own past. She cursed herself for the day she was weak, for the day she was unable to walk away from temptation. Afraid, always afraid; Alone, never to be recognized by anyone and hungry to the point of stealing. Ashura moved to a small city, as big as they came back then though. She was only a few years older, at the age of 11 now, she was trying to live on the streets, stealing food to feed herself and making a home among the filth left in the corners. She was tired, unable to sleep among the vermin that tried to collect from her and cold in the middle of the night. Each day she cried at her loss, blaming herself ultimately, and wishing for her own death. One night she say behind a tavern, listening to stories and waiting for objects to be thrown out for her taking. She avoided the alcohol, unable to stand the taste of the bitter and burning liquid. She more hoped for clothing or cloth like garments to be able to stay warm. Huddling against a metal bin she shivered, her eyes burning from crying, it was cold enough that she could see her breath escaping her lips and had not felt warmth in her toes for hours. Poor Child.... poor sweet child A voice echoed in her ears, it was deep but soothing to listen to. Ashura was unable to pinpoint where it came from, but it continued, Come with me child, i have what you seek.... I will give you what you want. It taunted her, a voice knowing what she desired. You want your family back... you want to run through the meadows again... follow meThe voice faded off, bouncing off the stone buildings as it traced away leading her outside the town. She followed slowly, the cold making her bones ache and her skin sting as she lost the feeling of control. Ashura stumbled but followed anyways coming across a gate. It appeared differently than a normal door, almost seeming ethereal as it peered down at her. Why would someone place a gate in a open field? it could not lead anywhere as it opens to no building. she thought as the voice urged her to step through. Before her mind could tell her no, her body was absorbed by the flowing space of time as she said goodbye to earth for the time being. Her mind wandered through her memories, centuries of gathered thoughts that complied into her psyche. Her Loved and Lost, her Gained, but most of all her Failures. Ashura sighed heavily as the sounds around her ceased. Blinking the water off her her eyes she opened them gently to see a ray of sun fade through the dark clouds, the rain coming to a stop and the thunder bellowing behind her. If only the light could push away her darkness. Played By : Lady || FC : Zero -Drakenguard 3 || THEME

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Lady wrote:

Sometimes Darkness Lies In The Light Demon Touched || 悪魔の心 || Akuma No Kokoro Description: Comprised of humans, the Demon Touched are nothing more than a sick and twisted experiment conducted by the Hell Spawn that make up Demons. Children and young adults that have been exposed to trauma or some form of fear were coaxed into their realm by the small belief that hope still existed. Stepping through the gate, the child was filed into their groups and tortured for the next ten years, forced to drink the blood of demons in essence to gain their power. Thier idea was to build an army of humans to bring chaos to earth without having to expedite their own numbers to achieve; however they soon found that the blood of demons was toxic to the body, and they did not live long after they stopped taking the life force that was force fed to the children. In a way the Children became addicted and only a certain few lived after the mass amount of power was distributed among them. Those that lived achieved an amount of power including an elongated life, the only way this was possible... was that they died. 10 years later when the process was over and they obtained their new bodied, they died. Thier bodies incapable of handling the amount of energy that scoured through their veins. But because they were already in the underworld, their life froze at that instance and they became immortal. The power of Demon Touched varies per human, but one unavoidable side effect is the mark of the demon, which normally appears as a charcoal black appendage or part of the human flesh. Ashura happened to be spawned from a great white demon know as Bellouch. While he was strong and wished for dominance as well, he was not so attuned with destruction like the others and wished to in return gain someone who was loyal. Ashura does not see this however and yearns to see the demon dead. Abilities|Perks: Fortitude Those that bear the burden of being Demon Touch have an dominance over will and strength, capable of taking fatal attacks and somehow living. They still take the damage, but it seems much like they have the formidable will to live and thus can not be killed in one shot. Because of their new demonic bodies, all Demon Touched are resistant to Toxins and Dark Magics. This can include Poison Slayers, and all Dark embodiments in magic. (( When grading please tell me an appropriate amount of how much they may be resistant. I would hunt it down but i'm lazy and would rather you just tell me. Thank you )) This whole section, to me, seems like two perks thrown together. The demonic endurance, and the resistance to poison. Either word them differently so they seem like one perk or drop one, as the rules dictate only two perks per character. Demon's Flight This is an ability that only Ashura has, a gift from her 'father' Bellouch. Known as the Great White Leviathan, Bellouch had the ability of flight. Now while Ashura can not fly she is granted a buff in the strength of her jumps and leaps. Bounding over distances at greater speeds than a normal human or mage of her rank. (( If you could also tell me up to how far and how fast that would be great, i would put something up myself but would rather be awarded with whatever is fair )) Weakness: Holy Magic & Devil Slayers The magic's designed to defeat the darkness are certainly the weakness to this race and deal out devastating damage to the Demon Touched. Only Holy Magics and Devil Slayer Magics can negate a Demon Touched's fortitude, being able to kill them instantly. Ashura can actually blame mages of this talent for the disappearance of her brethren. Who knows how many are still out there. Played By : Lady || FC : Zero -Drakenguard 3 || THEME

MADE BY @Tyriel

Lady wrote:

Sometimes Darkness Lies In The Light Demon Touched || 悪魔の心 || Akuma No Kokoro Description: Comprised of humans, the Demon Touched are nothing more than a sick and twisted experiment conducted by the Hell Spawn that make up Demons. Children and young adults that have been exposed to trauma or some form of fear were coaxed into their realm by the small belief that hope still existed. Stepping through the gate, the child was filed into their groups and tortured for the next ten years, forced to drink the blood of demons in essence to gain their power. Thier idea was to build an army of humans to bring chaos to earth without having to expedite their own numbers to achieve; however they soon found that the blood of demons was toxic to the body, and they did not live long after they stopped taking the life force that was force fed to the children. In a way the Children became addicted and only a certain few lived after the mass amount of power was distributed among them. Those that lived achieved an amount of power including an elongated life, the only way this was possible... was that they died. 10 years later when the process was over and they obtained their new bodied, they died. Thier bodies incapable of handling the amount of energy that scoured through their veins. But because they were already in the underworld, their life froze at that instance and they became immortal. The power of Demon Touched varies per human, but one unavoidable side effect is the mark of the demon, which normally appears as a charcoal black appendage or part of the human flesh. Ashura happened to be spawned from a great white demon know as Bellouch. While he was strong and wished for dominance as well, he was not so attuned with destruction like the others and wished to in return gain someone who was loyal. Ashura does not see this however and yearns to see the demon dead. Abilities|Perks: Fortitude Because of their new demonic bodies, all Demon Touched are resistant to Toxins and Dark Magics. This can include Poison Slayers, and all Dark embodiments in magic. (( When grading please tell me an appropriate amount of how much they may be resistant. I would hunt it down but i'm lazy and would rather you just tell me. Thank you )) Not quite sure, but I'll ask. Demon's Flight This is an ability that only Ashura has, a gift from her 'father' Bellouch. Known as the Great White Leviathan, Bellouch had the ability of flight. Now while Ashura can not fly she is granted a buff in the strength of her jumps and leaps. Bounding over distances at greater speeds than a normal human or mage of her rank. (( If you could also tell me up to how far and how fast that would be great, i would put something up myself but would rather be awarded with whatever is fair )) Use the height rules we have that exist for flight as a determinate for this, if seen being abused, or found necessary, proper restrictions can be put on it. Weakness: Holy Magic & Devil Slayers The magic's designed to defeat the darkness are certainly the weakness to this race and deal out devastating damage to the Demon Touched. Ashura can actually blame mages of this talent for the disappearance of her brethren. Who knows how many are still out there. Played By : Lady || FC : Zero -Drakenguard 3 || THEME

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