Zoetrope || Amnesia
21 || Greece || "Little Necro; Little Red; Red, Necro; Vaulter; Archer; Death; Grim; Reaper; Grim Reaper"
"Even the dead are wise enough to fear my very existance ..."
|Gender|
"I find it hard to believe that you can't tell what gender I am ..."
Female
|Birthdate|
"It's just a number. It's nothing special."
February 29th
|Sexual Preference|
"Men, women ... Who cares? But I do like my men like I like my candy; hard and delicious."
Heterosexual, but often teases other women
|Rank|
"Apparently status must mean quite a bit to you for you to ask me something such as this."
Veteran
|Rank number|
"I'm told that I'm very skillful in the art of hunting and combat, which is why I am as high-up as I have been placed. Yet, I do not believe so. Any number of people could pass me by, should they try hard enough. All it takes is for the people to apply themselves to their area of specialization, and I am considered nothing in comparison."
Eight; 8
|Class|
"It's just a number, nothing more."
Leans primarily towards her familiar, Alitoe; Classification ~ Necromancer/Archer
|Eye Color|
"They say that the eyes are the windows to the souls. I'm sure if you look deeply enough into mine, you will be able to see this as true."
Doe-brown
|Hair Color|
"I am told that I get my hair color from my mother."
Chestnut
|Body Type|
"When you are in my line of business, you cannot be out of shape - and by that, I mean fat."
Dainty, but athletically toned
|Standard Dressup Attire|
"I've always loved to dress up, but I tend to go for comfort over fashion more times than not."
Her attire normally consists of a standard school-uniform, black in color, with a red bow upon the chest to accent it. In addition, she often wears thigh-high white socks and a pair of knee-high black-heeled boots. To top her uniform off, she wears a garter around her left thigh, which holds a pair of daggers, and upon her right, a retractable metal staff. In addition, she often wears a belt, which holds different necessities ranging from medicinal herbs, to a canteen of water. Lastly, she always keeps her trusty bow slung across her chest and back, and an arrow pouch over her shoulder.
|Height & Weight|
"So what if I'm on the shorter side? Deal with it."
Height ~ 168cm
Weight ~ 98lbs
|Birthmarks, Tattoos, and Scars|
"Each scar and tattoo has it's own story. I have so many, but if you were to ask me, I could tell you the story of each and everyone. That is, however, if you are truly interested."
*NOTE: Due to the numerous amount of scars and tattoos that cross her skin, I will be placing links for each one, along with a short backstory for them directly after each link.
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|Personality|
"I am who I am. I don't care if you don't like me ... Because I like me. I'm not going to change anytime soon, so you would be wise not to wait around any longer."
personality here
|Likes|
✔Greek Mythology
✔Dogs
✔Babies
✔Sleep
✔Food
|Dislikes|
✘Cigarettes
✘Annoying People/Voices
✘Being Awoken
✘Disgusting Food
✘Distractions
✘Technology
|Strengths|
"Everyone has their good points."
Having been raised into the world of the Nightshades, she had spent long hours mastering the art of weaponry. Quite skilled in using small daggers to broadswords, she is able to skillfully cut down her enemy. In addition, she is light on her feet and quick, along with very agile and flexible. Although her staff is not her main choice of weaponry, it is her second to first, and she has been found to be quite skilled at wielding the large, metal bar. Her main weapon of choice, however, would fall upon that of her Longbow, which she makes sure never to loose. She is able to shoot her desired target accurately up to 1.5 miles, and further more is able to at least strike it, due to her intensely honed eyesight. She also able to act very well, and often plays the role of an innocent young girl when need be. In addition, she is multilingual, and can speak fluently in many languages - although the top few that she is able to speak, aside for her first, main language, would be: Italian, German, Japanese, English, French, and Gaelic.
|Weaknesses|
"One cannot be invincible, for where there are great strengths, there are equally great weaknesses. It is when one acknowledges and embraces those weaknesses are they truly at their strongest."
Although very skilled in handling knives, she is not a strong hand-to-hand fighter. Her small body, although quick and agile, is not built for strength. This draws away from her ability to fight, and if someone were to grab a hold of her, she would be incapacitated and unable to escape unless holding a weapon. Eriza has also always been far too caring for her own good, and will often defend and tend to those that she sees as ‘The Weak’ and ‘Innocent’.
|Fears|
"It is not possible to live without fear. Fear is what shapes a person, and is what makes one knowledgeable in the list of things that can be dangerous."
~ The Dark
~ Snow
~ Being Alone
~ Storms
|Combat style|
"Optional Character Quote."
How your character fights
|Death Perception|
"I’m the fucking Queen of the Dead. Screw Hades; the dead are under my control."
Necromancy ~
|Equipment & Weapons|
"Everyone needs something to use to defend themselves with."
Apollo
Apollo
Apollo is a 7 foot staff that is easily accessible due to its retractable settings. With the press of a button near the center of the metal pole, it will become no more than half a foot in size, and is kept on a garter upon Eriza’s thigh. Not only is it a metal staff, but with the press of another button entirely, it can be morphed into what appears to be a scythe. This is one of two reasons that she is often referred to as ‘Grim’, ‘Reaper’, or ‘The Grim Reaper’.
Necromancy
*See Death Perception Above
Azaya's Athame
Azaya's Athame
A pair of daggers used by a very distant and old ancestor of Eriza’s; enchanted to hold a magical poison that will damage the bloodstream of any mythological creature the blade is to cut. The damage may not be deathly, but it is often severe, especially with lower level Nightshades.
The Yamada Jewel
The Yamada Jewel
A jewel passed down within her family that is used to help contain the great power of Necromancy that lies within each and every Yamada. Without the necklace, Eriza would not be able to take one step without bumping into a spirit, whether it was a kind or evil one. It also dulls her aura, for each and every spirit can both sense and see when a Necromancer is near. In addition, it prevents her from accidently rising the dead. She almost never removes it, even when bathing.
|History|
"My past is what made me into the person that I am today. Whether I could change it or not, I undoubtedly wouldn’t, seeing as I would not change who I am for anything."
Born to an average family in Greece, with one elder brother, a pair of normal parents, and even a dog to top it off, it was doubtful that Eriza would ever amount to anything special, or that she had any special abilities. For the first six years of her life, she was happy. She played in the sun with her elder brother and dog and spent her days receiving a special type of tutoring from a private teacher. Seeing as she was unable to attend school due to a 'mental disorder' that she was born with, she was confined to the Yamada home and property. Luckily, this was a large farm out in the country in Greece. Her mental disorder, one may ask?
She had been able to see 'shadows' since she was two. In addition to that, she spoke of hearing voices that no one else could hear, and often told tales of her 'imaginary friends' - who were dead. Due to this, she would often speak to nothing, which would make her a target of bullying by her peers.
On the eve of her sixth birthday, however, in the midst of a snowstorm, it was revealed that this disorder, often diagnosed as Schizophrenia, was not a disorder at all. The things that she saw and heard were real.
An attack from the Nightshades sent her life into chaos.
During the attack, her mother explained to her that everything that she had once been told about her 'disorder' was not true. That everything that she saw and heard was real - that she wasn't crazy. Her father had left to hold back the attack, and in a final attempt to save her daughter, she sacrificed both herself and her husband, along with her son's childhood. Both of Eriza's parents were slaughtered before her eyes, and her brother was left to save her. In order to ensure that she would grow up in a remotely safe environment, he sent her to live with one of the most well-known hunters that ever lived; Cyrus Almahaldo. Despite his inexperience in the field of Necromancy, he had extensive knowledge and skill in almost all other known fields of combat. She was raised and trained under him, and although she did not live with her brother, he visited the Almahaldo Mansion frequently. She held no memories of the time before she was six, but knew that he was her elder brother. While she lived with Cyrus, he lived with their grandparents, for she had been kept a secret from the Hunter Community by her parents since her birth.
Growing up with Cyrus as a father would sound terrible if someone were to hear of what she lived through, but in actuality, she loved it. Cyrus treated her just as he would his own daughter, and she treated him just as she would her own father. More times then not he was an overbearing father instead of a strict teacher.
When she reached the age of fifteen, she realized where her destiny lied - within the Hunter Community. She had devoted nearly a decade to training with Cyrus, and now focused entirely on climbing the ranks within the Hunter's Association, and within six years, she had moved up to one of the highest-ranked individuals - much to Cyrus's and her brother's approval and pleasure. Since then, she has focused almost entirely upon her job as a Huntress, and is often thought of as too devoted to the cause.
|Other|
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