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A family obsessed with demons and a woman abandoned by angels... Who'd have thought we'd work together.
Echo Leona Visalius
Species:
Human
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Gender:
Female
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Age:
19
Spectral Arms:
Echo's spectral arm is a beautiful silver sword. It is a special type of Japanese origin known as the Katana, double edged and sharp on all sides. It can cut through thick and thin with no trouble at all.
Echo's hair is a raven black. In some lights it appears to be almost navy, her hair is so dark and in others it takes on a bit of a gray tone. Echo chopped her hair short in the eighth grade and has kept it that way ever since. Long hair gets in the way, after all; you can't kill an enemy you can't see.
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Eye Color:
Echo's eyes are an impossibly dark blue, as though they were part of the deepest reaches of the ocean. Sometimes, in just the right light, you can catch them twinkling like sapphires.
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Height:
5'3, incredibly average.
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Weight:
105, oddly light for someone of her stature.
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars:
There is a giant X scar on her chest. Echo covers this up with shirts and bandages, she'll almost never adorn low cut tee shirts.
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General Description of Body Type:
Echo's appearance is often compared to that of a doll. She has milky white skin and a perfectly sculpted body with voluptuous curves that are soft and sharp in just the right places. Echo has never been a fan of her body, she has always seen it as imperfect, especially due to the large amount of scars on her chest and legs. The truth about those may never be revealed and she hopes to keep it this way. The major flaw Echo has that she will rarely discuss is that her right eye will occasionally begin to bleed.
As far as clothing goes Echo is none too picky, as long as it covers up her scars. She chooses to wear tight black stockings with the skirt of her uniform and knee high boots that lace up in the front. Echo has always thought that the many pockets of their jacket were a bit ridiculous and over the top looking so she requested a specially augmented coat that had the pockets only on the inside.
{Responsible, Calculating, Cautious, Tight Lipped}
There is a lot of mystery surround Echo. Rather than speaking of it she will change the subject in an attempt to distract you from what you were previously asking. There is a lot of pain involved in Echo's past which is one of the reasons she refuses to discuss it. Any other subject she will speak freely about though, from politics to her favorite celebrities. Some see Echo as uptight, but most others seem to worship the girl as some sort of hunting Goddess that could do no wrong.
Likes:
- Beer
- Quiet Nights
- Reading
- Vacation
- The Beach
- Dancing
- Herself
- Being Lied to
- Broccoli
- Burnt Rice
Strengths:
Sword fighting, knife throwing, hunting, cooking.
Weaknesses:
Lying, blood, large crowds, heights.
Echo was born a normal human, she lived in a small home with a poor family, the youngest of thirteen brothers and the only girl holding the Visalius name aside from her mother. Echo grew up both protected by them with a fierce passion and teased, often having pranks pulled on her by one of her elder siblings. Growing up in the slums, no one respected her parents and her family was often treated like dirt. It wasn't uncommon to hear her mother and father screaming at one another about financial troubles. They were crazy in love, but they could not afford fourteen children with another on the way. So Echo did the only thing she could think of, she got a job selling newspapers. From early in the day until late at night Echo would stand on the street corner of the upper class neighborhood, calling out the headline of the day and hoping someone would buy one of her papers. One day a man stopped in front of where she had set up for the day, smiling condescendingly and buying all of them. Echo was so excited, she returned home with a hundred dollar bill to show off proudly but her parents told Echo to keep it. She insisted they take it, she had gone out and earned it for them after all and reluctantly they accepted the money from their daughter.
The same event would repeat itself nearly everyday for a month, until the man showed up in an elegant carriage and offered his hand, saying that his money was in the car. Trusting her only customer, Echo naively climbed into the back seat, unknowing that she would only see her family one last time. They drove away, going to her house where Echo was forced to watch as each of her precious siblings were lined up and shot in the head. It was too much for a seven year old to watch and she collapsed into a puddle of tears, wondering why the man who had been so nice to her was killing the only people she cared about.
His henchmen carried Echo back to the car. Unfortunately killing her family was only the beginning of a very long five years. Little had Echo known, this man was one of them, one of the demon worshipers that had exchanged his soul for some crude ability. In exchange he had to taint as many souls as possible. Many things happened in the basement of that rich man, many things Echo will never speak of.
When she was finally rescued it was by a band of hunters who recognized her from the back of a milk carton. Echo could not go home though, there was no one left to wait for her, no one to smile and say "Welcome back." She did not want to return to the slums where her precious family was killed and so Echo begged the hunters to train her. She spent the next chapter of her life slaughtering those who dared to hurt innocents. The pent up fury Echo had slowly built over five years was mercilessly being released onto those who dared to align themselves with demons.
Echo quickly rose in rank, moving up among the hunters until word was received that the Calloways had been attacked and needed a replacement. It was then that she was sent to be the partner of the third eldest and it is there she has been ever since.
Face Claim:
Naoto Fuyumine
Naoto Fuyumine
