Xolia Mishka
Jul 25, 2014 14:44:48 GMT -7
Post by strength on Jul 25, 2014 14:44:48 GMT -7
Basic Information
Name:
Xolia Mishka
Bloodlimit:
None
Height:
5 foot 6 inches
Weight:
139lbs
Age:
16
Gender:
F
Alignment:
Evil, Lawful
Birth Country:
River
Village:
Yukigakure
Special:
Tai Master - Chakra Molding
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
12,000 ryo
Cloak Type 3 (Overview)
Secondary Items:
Character Depth
Personality:
Born to a rather unorthodox family, Xolia is rather quiet and focused. some used to speculate that she may have metal illnesses. However she is just a shy and introverted individual, having chosen to be goal oriented and self progressing than developing connections with people and creatures. There have been certain situations where she has been seen communicating with creatures in a strange tongue and those are the only times she is truly social and outgoing with any sort of sentient creature.
She tends to have a superiority complex compared to other ninja. Very focused on the face that the goal is long term and that a series of short term goals will see the mission completed. It is her belief that those born within an actual country are not on par with those who had a rough upbringing. The village goers are born with a very silver spoon-in-mouth, spoiled rotten and over privledged little brats. Xolia does not take failure well and prefers to work within groups if the mission is large scaled and requires that there be multiple points of contact.
What might seem somewhat off about Xolia is the fact that, when under pressure, she is all for communication. Even if no one understands a single word out of her mouth, she will problem solve, work with and around her team leaders, and discover precisely what need be done to make the mission a success. The counter to this, are the people too proud to understand when she is right and that her plan is the correct one to follow. Anyone who puts their opinion above anyone else is not a team player but a tyrant, and she refuses to be beneath a tyrant for any reason what so ever.
Appearance:
At a rather short and unimpressive five foot six, Xolia is thin and wiry of muscle, with tanned skin and pure white hair. that hair is very short, just past a bowl cut, hanging down to her neck and covered the full circumference of her head. Behind that hair is a pair of yellow eyes, wide, observant, jaded and very much intelligent. Despite their unusual appearance she is not of a bloodline or of any special heritage. The eyes tend to stand out in the dark, glow slightly, as if she never blinks and is always watching, waiting for a course of action so that she can string into action.
It is on her head she wears a hoodie, black through and through with white flames along the neck. It is a tad different though, as it is sleeveless, like a kimono, and only covered her body, not her sides or her limbs. The long robe flows down to her thighs and forms a sort of dress that hugs tightly to the body to prevent the hindrance of movement. Long boots come up to the back of her calves and hug tightly, made of fine leather and the middle of the hoodie is the zipper with a heart shaped medallion that hangs from the metal clasp and the front left of her vest/hoodie has three long rectangular strips.
On her arms are two massive gauntlets that cover her arms all the way up to her elbows, thick and heavy, though held up with her immense strength. The symbol carve at their base is her family crest and on certain occasions, light up when she is enraged. This proves to give her no added effect to her attack aside from her anger, and her eyes have been known to fade to a shade of orange while under stress or deep thought. There are flat plates at the meeting point of her upper arms and the gauntlets, merely an indicator of where the weapon begins and the appendage ends. On her back a function-less tail has been fastened to her hoodie, merely hands as decoration, though she hops to change this some day.
Background:
Deep in the deadlands a war was waging and in the middle of this was sat a tiny village. Within this village a child was born, lost to the family when the war hit, and she tumbled into the hands of the invading army. The dead were pushing out the last of the living creatures within this area, reclaiming lost territory as the monstrosities roamed the planet, carrying out the will of their overload. Commanded to destroy all things laid before them, the child was brought back for judgement and deemed exceptional, bearing eyes of a bright yellow, dead eyes are some called them, that was a sign they could see between the realms of the living and the dead.
With her birth family lost to the war and the legion of dead as her only family, the child was named Xolia, sister of the dead, and taught the native tongue. Necril, the language of the dead, was used by all deadlanders, ever the one who commanded them, who was ironically a living, sentient being. They spoke no common language, nothing even remotely close to the fact that they spoke no inter mingling dialect. At the age of ten she was thrown into the ranks and sent into her first mission. Upon storming a small town in Yuki, the cold chilled the bones of skeletons and stilled the ligaments of those who had some meager measure of flesh left on their bones.
Alone she was sent in, gauntlets ready, ear piece in, and single handedly she crippled an entire phalanx. Despite her orders to storm the village, she caused no great disturbance, but instead infiltrated, killed their commander and created an infighting within the village. Under the guise of a child she feigned helplessness within their ranks and when ushered to their medical bay, killed the medics and escaped to the command room. The confusion easily took them all down, her fists crushing face and bone, snapping sinew and mangling limbs. The army stood no chance with no commander, and the slow moving dead took over.
Expecting praise she was cast out for disobeying orders, branded a traitor and left to die in the cold. It was here she snuck into Yuki and blended into their ranks. attended academy, graduated and began her life anew. Another war saw her buried beneath ice and snow for 300 years, her body undetected as the city overhead crew drastically and construction unearthed her body. No one knows what she says, she cannot understand them either, and she now seeks audience with the one in charge of the village of Snow. Revenge will be had. She will find those who saw her dead beneath the snow.
Name:
Xolia Mishka
Bloodlimit:
None
Height:
5 foot 6 inches
Weight:
139lbs
Age:
16
Gender:
F
Alignment:
Evil, Lawful
Birth Country:
River
Village:
Yukigakure
Special:
Tai Master - Chakra Molding
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
12,000 ryo
Cloak Type 3 (Overview)
Secondary Items:
Character Depth
Personality:
Born to a rather unorthodox family, Xolia is rather quiet and focused. some used to speculate that she may have metal illnesses. However she is just a shy and introverted individual, having chosen to be goal oriented and self progressing than developing connections with people and creatures. There have been certain situations where she has been seen communicating with creatures in a strange tongue and those are the only times she is truly social and outgoing with any sort of sentient creature.
She tends to have a superiority complex compared to other ninja. Very focused on the face that the goal is long term and that a series of short term goals will see the mission completed. It is her belief that those born within an actual country are not on par with those who had a rough upbringing. The village goers are born with a very silver spoon-in-mouth, spoiled rotten and over privledged little brats. Xolia does not take failure well and prefers to work within groups if the mission is large scaled and requires that there be multiple points of contact.
What might seem somewhat off about Xolia is the fact that, when under pressure, she is all for communication. Even if no one understands a single word out of her mouth, she will problem solve, work with and around her team leaders, and discover precisely what need be done to make the mission a success. The counter to this, are the people too proud to understand when she is right and that her plan is the correct one to follow. Anyone who puts their opinion above anyone else is not a team player but a tyrant, and she refuses to be beneath a tyrant for any reason what so ever.
Appearance:
At a rather short and unimpressive five foot six, Xolia is thin and wiry of muscle, with tanned skin and pure white hair. that hair is very short, just past a bowl cut, hanging down to her neck and covered the full circumference of her head. Behind that hair is a pair of yellow eyes, wide, observant, jaded and very much intelligent. Despite their unusual appearance she is not of a bloodline or of any special heritage. The eyes tend to stand out in the dark, glow slightly, as if she never blinks and is always watching, waiting for a course of action so that she can string into action.
It is on her head she wears a hoodie, black through and through with white flames along the neck. It is a tad different though, as it is sleeveless, like a kimono, and only covered her body, not her sides or her limbs. The long robe flows down to her thighs and forms a sort of dress that hugs tightly to the body to prevent the hindrance of movement. Long boots come up to the back of her calves and hug tightly, made of fine leather and the middle of the hoodie is the zipper with a heart shaped medallion that hangs from the metal clasp and the front left of her vest/hoodie has three long rectangular strips.
On her arms are two massive gauntlets that cover her arms all the way up to her elbows, thick and heavy, though held up with her immense strength. The symbol carve at their base is her family crest and on certain occasions, light up when she is enraged. This proves to give her no added effect to her attack aside from her anger, and her eyes have been known to fade to a shade of orange while under stress or deep thought. There are flat plates at the meeting point of her upper arms and the gauntlets, merely an indicator of where the weapon begins and the appendage ends. On her back a function-less tail has been fastened to her hoodie, merely hands as decoration, though she hops to change this some day.
Background:
Deep in the deadlands a war was waging and in the middle of this was sat a tiny village. Within this village a child was born, lost to the family when the war hit, and she tumbled into the hands of the invading army. The dead were pushing out the last of the living creatures within this area, reclaiming lost territory as the monstrosities roamed the planet, carrying out the will of their overload. Commanded to destroy all things laid before them, the child was brought back for judgement and deemed exceptional, bearing eyes of a bright yellow, dead eyes are some called them, that was a sign they could see between the realms of the living and the dead.
With her birth family lost to the war and the legion of dead as her only family, the child was named Xolia, sister of the dead, and taught the native tongue. Necril, the language of the dead, was used by all deadlanders, ever the one who commanded them, who was ironically a living, sentient being. They spoke no common language, nothing even remotely close to the fact that they spoke no inter mingling dialect. At the age of ten she was thrown into the ranks and sent into her first mission. Upon storming a small town in Yuki, the cold chilled the bones of skeletons and stilled the ligaments of those who had some meager measure of flesh left on their bones.
Alone she was sent in, gauntlets ready, ear piece in, and single handedly she crippled an entire phalanx. Despite her orders to storm the village, she caused no great disturbance, but instead infiltrated, killed their commander and created an infighting within the village. Under the guise of a child she feigned helplessness within their ranks and when ushered to their medical bay, killed the medics and escaped to the command room. The confusion easily took them all down, her fists crushing face and bone, snapping sinew and mangling limbs. The army stood no chance with no commander, and the slow moving dead took over.
Expecting praise she was cast out for disobeying orders, branded a traitor and left to die in the cold. It was here she snuck into Yuki and blended into their ranks. attended academy, graduated and began her life anew. Another war saw her buried beneath ice and snow for 300 years, her body undetected as the city overhead crew drastically and construction unearthed her body. No one knows what she says, she cannot understand them either, and she now seeks audience with the one in charge of the village of Snow. Revenge will be had. She will find those who saw her dead beneath the snow.