Priscilla Umbrielle Kaguya
Dec 21, 2020 17:24:01 GMT -7
Post by Necromancer of the West on Dec 21, 2020 17:24:01 GMT -7
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Name: Priscilla Umbrielle Kaguya Bloodline: Kaguya Height: 5'8 Weight: 125 lbs Age: ? ? ? Gender: Female Alighnment: Neutral Evil Birth Country: Myth Village: Non-Ninja Nin-Tai Spec|Clan-Gen Non Spec |
Appearance |
The skin that marks the skin of Priscilla could be described as cadaverous. Once alabaster and youthful in appearance, soon faded into an ashen complexation. The long days and nights hulled up in the laboratory, fixing and stitching the dead together has caused such drastic change. Her appearance began to reflect her occupation. To the touch, her skin is calloused by the constant abuse she had to endure as a child, teen, and even to adult hood. If it were not for her bloodline, scars would liter her body from the 'teachings' of her father.
Her hair, cascading down in bouncy waves down past her lithe waist, onto the top of her butt, was raven black in color. Priscilla's hair is usually pulled to the back, held together, not in a knot, but as a loose nest with braided hair, allowing for the waves to flow down her back. Other times a tiara is adorned on her head holding her then flowing hair from her face, allowing it to billow in the wind with ease.
With stark and striking facial structures, Priscilla's regal face is enhanced by acute, delicate features. Her brows are the same raven black in color, and due to her own genetics, they are considered perfect.. Prominent bones forming the eye hold full, but narrow, looking eye, being augmented by traumatic seen amethyst colored irises. Cheeks are slightly gaunt, nose to a soft point, with a delicate contour, complementing pale, thin lips that are often a deep purple in color, as if she was slightly decaying.
Along with the ashen, cadaverous complexation of her skin, is the elegant body that maintains and delivers the grace and beauty her body provides. Arms are lithe, with hardly any defining muscles, but hard defined bones taking place. This is due to her bloodline's control of the calcium in their bodies. These limbs are accented with cold, ashen coloured hands, adorned with long, elegant fingers. Her physique seems fragile in appearances and actuality. But her body is as sturdy as some armor, her bones being as hard as steel. Her bosom is modest in size and voluptuous curves. Her abdomen and chest is smooth, but still comparable to that of a dead body. Her height, accented by lean and flexible legs, raises to approximately five feet and eight inches.
Her wardrobe now, as an adult, is one of a delicate dress. It is a light violet in color and a similar purple corset is stitched together around her waist, showing her slim but curved hips. A transparent sash also adorns her waist before the rest of the flowing dress resumes. Sleek fingerless black gloves stretch upwards past her elbows showing off how skinny her arms are.
Personality |
Through out Pricilla's less fortunate existence, she has found solace in her bloodline's ability to craft and mold skeletons. The methodic style of the creation allows her anger to dissolve in her work, her art. She shows keen observation and diligence as she raises skeleton after skeleton. This art goes further into flesh. The stitching of corpses into an amalgamation in one day being able to raise it with life. She has no qualms with grave robbing, or even killing someone if she finds beauty in their corpse.
This led to an obsession. She spent days in her crypt her family owned, studying various rituals, learning how to do them and improve upon them. With this obsessive state of mind, she has no frame of time and if one tries to contact her while she is such a state, hysteria and panic consumes her, lashing out to whomever disrupted her practice. It vanishes as quick as it comes, composing herself after such display. Showing any type of weakness to another infuriates her, brining tragic memories of her father.
With her horrid upbringing around other civilizations not agreeing with her powers, she has gained slight anthropophobia. Around others she attempts to keep her distance, remaining aloof, but if they try to get closer, she is prone to sudden fits of rage and will lash out. She has greater disdain for men , not hiding his distaste for them with a scowl. Due to this, she tends to send out a skeleton in her steed, being able to see hear and communicate through that if need be.
Fate was always a fickle thing when it came to her. She has become accustomed to the bad luck that has always afflicted her life, often resulting in deaths around her. With such sight of death before her, she has became numb and callous to death. Often times insulting others for their display of grief. This callousness stretched out even outside those events, which led to a slight nihilistic outlook on life, except that fate will screw her over once again. The rare bits of happiness she expresses quickly dissolves , not wanting the hurt of disappointment.
With such cruel and grim outlook on life, she projects such acts of cruelty to others to satiate the thought of others suffering just as much as she. Hysteria promptly envelopes her and she can be seen talking to some phantasm. This persona is uncommon for her. Only when she has been to social, and the people around her being to jovial. Only then will this side of her will surface. Usually only someone stronger than her, or if others run away from her, will said persona settle.
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