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┤Wrath Demon├
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┤Theme Song├┤Mikoto Misaka├
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┤Wrath Demon├
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┤Theme Song├┤Mikoto Misaka├
┤Set some drapes on fire....in several rooms, and proceeded to fight any guard that came within arms-reach.├
Don't get in my way and we won't have a problem, got it?
┤Full Name├
Eris Alonda Leblanc
┤Nicknames├
Don't even try.
┤Gender├
Female
┤Sexuality├
Don't even think about it.
┤Height├
5'1
┤Hair Colour├
Mouse-Brown
┤Eye Colour├
Hazel
Eris Alonda Leblanc
┤Nicknames├
Don't even try.
┤Gender├
Female
┤Sexuality├
Don't even think about it.
┤Height├
5'1
┤Hair Colour├
Mouse-Brown
┤Eye Colour├
Hazel
It's not the bear trap's fault you stepped on the trigger.
┤Appearance├
Eris is young looking in most senses of the term. She wears her mousey hair in a long bob with sparse bangs that messily cover her brows. She has large brown eyes ringed with green and flecked with amber. Her cheeks are soft and rounded, and her mouth is soft and small, her bottom lip protruded in a permanent pout. You would never know that her top front two teeth are made of sealed ivory from the time she got them punched out in a fight. Her hands are small and delicate, but her nails are ragged and bitten down. Her elbows and knees are knobbly, red, and freckled. Indeed, she would have a swan-like body if her thin frame wasn't so ungainly.
As far as sex appeal goes, Eris has none. Her body is thin, ribs showing, chest freckled and petite, hips boxy and square. Her arms and legs are covered in scars and bruises from tussles, and she's most proud of the one on her cheek, just below her eye, and the long one that travels down from her mid-back to her right hip. Perhaps at one point, she would have felt self conscious about her looks, but now she doesn't care. What good could that attention bring her anyway. The goose and the swan both boil up in the pot the same way in the end, after all.
Eris far and away prefers outfits that have a hole for her head, each arm, and perhaps one for each leg as well. She hates skirts and dresses, anything that can get in the way in stealth or combat. Often, she prefers to wear a long, shift-like top, belted at the hip, of course, to hold a myriad of objects, and light leggings that come down to the ankle. If it comes to it, she has no problem adding a second belt under the shirt for objects that no one else needs looking at. As far as colors go, she likes them all, and she will mix and match them in any way she pleases. A nice yellow bow to go with the red shirt and the bright green leggings? Don't mind if she does! If she's an eyesore, then good. Maybe they deserved sore eyes.
As far as sex appeal goes, Eris has none. Her body is thin, ribs showing, chest freckled and petite, hips boxy and square. Her arms and legs are covered in scars and bruises from tussles, and she's most proud of the one on her cheek, just below her eye, and the long one that travels down from her mid-back to her right hip. Perhaps at one point, she would have felt self conscious about her looks, but now she doesn't care. What good could that attention bring her anyway. The goose and the swan both boil up in the pot the same way in the end, after all.
Eris far and away prefers outfits that have a hole for her head, each arm, and perhaps one for each leg as well. She hates skirts and dresses, anything that can get in the way in stealth or combat. Often, she prefers to wear a long, shift-like top, belted at the hip, of course, to hold a myriad of objects, and light leggings that come down to the ankle. If it comes to it, she has no problem adding a second belt under the shirt for objects that no one else needs looking at. As far as colors go, she likes them all, and she will mix and match them in any way she pleases. A nice yellow bow to go with the red shirt and the bright green leggings? Don't mind if she does! If she's an eyesore, then good. Maybe they deserved sore eyes.
If we're playing, it's for keeps, and I always win.
┤Personality├
Loyal║Loud║Demanding║Impulsive║Petty
Loyal║Loud║Demanding║Impulsive║Petty
Eris is a practical, no nonsense demon. The only nonsense she will put up with, is her own, of course. Any nonsense by another party will not be tolerated, and may incur a fine of up to 100 seconds worth of being on fire.
Eris likes things to be just so. The way she wants them. She doesn't care much for other demons, but she does love their territory, and their things. Sometimes she just loves making someone else's day a little worse. If she can't have it, then no one else can either, of course. As much as she claims she would much rather keep to herself, she just can't help inserting herself into other people's business and foisting her own opinions upon them. Because of course, Eris is always right, and everyone else should just understand that. And if they disagree, a verbal battle is almost as fun as a regular one, and Eris enjoys a good heated debate. Especially if she can insult someone. Right or wrong (never), Eris will die on a hill rather than change her opinion, and her bullheaded drive has gotten her this far in life.
Eris doesn't really care what other people think about her, unless they don't like her. Then she doesn't like them. And that means they need to know how much she despises them by claiming them as her mortal enemy. She has a lot of mortal enemies. She should really keep a book of them, just in case she tries to re-enemy the same person more than once, but that's a lot more work than she's ready for.
With the few friends Eris has made in her lifetime, she shows the opposite side of her coin. Fiercely loyal to a fault, she begins to see them as an extension of herself. Conflicting opinions are either ignored or subtly and secretly adopted, hills are fought for, and enemies become mutual. If someone wrongs one of Eris's friends, they have, of course, wronged her, and how dare they, and now she must seek eternal vengeance upon them, ect, ect, ect and so on.
Eris's one true sore spot is being treated like a child. While her height is stunted, and her body is quite youthful, she will indignantly remind any demon who tries to patronize her, talk down to her, or try to help her, that she's lived a damn long time and amassed a damn lot of territory, and so they can take a knife and shove it up their ass. She doesn't want to be seen as cute. She wants to be feared and respected. But it's hard when many of her Wrath peers have biceps larger than her head.
Due to her height difference, and the differences in her upbringing, Eris does also have a sneaky side. While she is usually loud, she will claim it is a choice, not a flaw. She can be quite when she chooses to, and she can be clever too, though it is often hidden behind her indignant pettiness, and it tends to surprise her targets. Which is just fine with her. People can underestimate her if they want. All the easier for her to teach them what for.
Eris likes things to be just so. The way she wants them. She doesn't care much for other demons, but she does love their territory, and their things. Sometimes she just loves making someone else's day a little worse. If she can't have it, then no one else can either, of course. As much as she claims she would much rather keep to herself, she just can't help inserting herself into other people's business and foisting her own opinions upon them. Because of course, Eris is always right, and everyone else should just understand that. And if they disagree, a verbal battle is almost as fun as a regular one, and Eris enjoys a good heated debate. Especially if she can insult someone. Right or wrong (never), Eris will die on a hill rather than change her opinion, and her bullheaded drive has gotten her this far in life.
Eris doesn't really care what other people think about her, unless they don't like her. Then she doesn't like them. And that means they need to know how much she despises them by claiming them as her mortal enemy. She has a lot of mortal enemies. She should really keep a book of them, just in case she tries to re-enemy the same person more than once, but that's a lot more work than she's ready for.
With the few friends Eris has made in her lifetime, she shows the opposite side of her coin. Fiercely loyal to a fault, she begins to see them as an extension of herself. Conflicting opinions are either ignored or subtly and secretly adopted, hills are fought for, and enemies become mutual. If someone wrongs one of Eris's friends, they have, of course, wronged her, and how dare they, and now she must seek eternal vengeance upon them, ect, ect, ect and so on.
Eris's one true sore spot is being treated like a child. While her height is stunted, and her body is quite youthful, she will indignantly remind any demon who tries to patronize her, talk down to her, or try to help her, that she's lived a damn long time and amassed a damn lot of territory, and so they can take a knife and shove it up their ass. She doesn't want to be seen as cute. She wants to be feared and respected. But it's hard when many of her Wrath peers have biceps larger than her head.
Due to her height difference, and the differences in her upbringing, Eris does also have a sneaky side. While she is usually loud, she will claim it is a choice, not a flaw. She can be quite when she chooses to, and she can be clever too, though it is often hidden behind her indignant pettiness, and it tends to surprise her targets. Which is just fine with her. People can underestimate her if they want. All the easier for her to teach them what for.
I can tell you're thinking about me, so you'd better stop.
┤Likes├
┤Winning├─Who doesn't? Eris loves to win more than most things.
┤Paint├─Bright colours, rainbows, and pretty things, Eris would never admit it, but she loves paints.
┤Hiking├─Eris loves the outdoors, and spends long hours hunting and patrolling her territory, mostly just for the fun of it.
┤Hobbies├
┤Fighting├─Debating to sword-fighting to wrestling, Eris loves anything that puts her head to head with someone else.
┤Art├─Eris is a terrible artist. But she still loves making art, mostly on canvasses, though even she sometimes can't remember what the piece was supposed to be.
┤Collecting├─Eris specifically enjoys stealing the prized possessions of others. Doesn't matter if they have any real value, the frustration and tears of another fuel her.
┤Dislikes├
┤Being Patronized├─Eris hates being looked down on.
┤Boredom├─Yawn. Nothing worse than having nothing to do.
┤Losing├─Eris hates being outsmarted most of all.
┤Fears├
┤Losing Everything├─It took a long time to come from nothing. Eris fears losing everything she's worked for.
┤Uncontrolled Fire├─Unless she started it, Eris is afraid of fire.
┤Feelings├─Eris fears becoming 'soft' and 'weak' by feeling too much.
┤Winning├─Who doesn't? Eris loves to win more than most things.
┤Paint├─Bright colours, rainbows, and pretty things, Eris would never admit it, but she loves paints.
┤Hiking├─Eris loves the outdoors, and spends long hours hunting and patrolling her territory, mostly just for the fun of it.
┤Hobbies├
┤Fighting├─Debating to sword-fighting to wrestling, Eris loves anything that puts her head to head with someone else.
┤Art├─Eris is a terrible artist. But she still loves making art, mostly on canvasses, though even she sometimes can't remember what the piece was supposed to be.
┤Collecting├─Eris specifically enjoys stealing the prized possessions of others. Doesn't matter if they have any real value, the frustration and tears of another fuel her.
┤Dislikes├
┤Being Patronized├─Eris hates being looked down on.
┤Boredom├─Yawn. Nothing worse than having nothing to do.
┤Losing├─Eris hates being outsmarted most of all.
┤Fears├
┤Losing Everything├─It took a long time to come from nothing. Eris fears losing everything she's worked for.
┤Uncontrolled Fire├─Unless she started it, Eris is afraid of fire.
┤Feelings├─Eris fears becoming 'soft' and 'weak' by feeling too much.
If you pick me up I will come into your room at night and cut off both your arms.
┤History├
Eris is the product of a tryst between a Wrath demon and a traveling Greed demon. Her mother was deeply curious about what it was like to have a child, and when the flight of fancy hit her, a close friend who she just so happened to be transcribing books for was more than happy to help her out. That being said, Eris has never met her father. She takes after her mother almost perfectly, and despite the gaps in her education, has not missed his presence much. According to her mother, they would have butted heads too much anyway.
As it was, Eris's youth was a series of experiments. Her mother was difficult to rile, and seemed more interested in recording every single action, every word of ever sentence, down on paper. The only trouble was, due to her unflappable nature, and her home's relative isolation, Eris did not have many opportunities to build her powers as a child, and her stature paid the price. She doesn't mind much, though, she learned from her mother to be quick and smart and to divest herself of guilt and regrets as quickly as they splattered across her mind, like water off a bird's feather. Eris spent most of her youth protecting her mother's little territory and her large horde of knowledge, killing small animals and inspecting what made them move, then killing larger animals before they could kill her, and reveling in her victory.
As she grew older, she lost interest in the minute life her mother lived. So, with hardly a glance back, she moved on, biting, clawing, stabbing, and sneaking her way into more and more territory. It was a long journey, but she has gained a comfortable tract of land, and is quite pleased with her little castle full of prizes within. Her mother is duly impressed, and Eris knows that whenever she lets her mother come to visit, she can't help but steal something here or there. (For some reason, however, she never wants any of the paintings, even if Eris leaves them in a conspicuous, easily ferreted spot.)
Eris and her mother now usually only meet at galas, where they go together (and though her mother is of a similar style in clothing, they both put up with the fancier requirements for such events.) Usually, Eris is also accompanied by a sloth demon, as events with large amounts of strangers can be somewhat taxing on her patience, but for some reason, the very last day of the gala, he has been nowhere to be found...
As it was, Eris's youth was a series of experiments. Her mother was difficult to rile, and seemed more interested in recording every single action, every word of ever sentence, down on paper. The only trouble was, due to her unflappable nature, and her home's relative isolation, Eris did not have many opportunities to build her powers as a child, and her stature paid the price. She doesn't mind much, though, she learned from her mother to be quick and smart and to divest herself of guilt and regrets as quickly as they splattered across her mind, like water off a bird's feather. Eris spent most of her youth protecting her mother's little territory and her large horde of knowledge, killing small animals and inspecting what made them move, then killing larger animals before they could kill her, and reveling in her victory.
As she grew older, she lost interest in the minute life her mother lived. So, with hardly a glance back, she moved on, biting, clawing, stabbing, and sneaking her way into more and more territory. It was a long journey, but she has gained a comfortable tract of land, and is quite pleased with her little castle full of prizes within. Her mother is duly impressed, and Eris knows that whenever she lets her mother come to visit, she can't help but steal something here or there. (For some reason, however, she never wants any of the paintings, even if Eris leaves them in a conspicuous, easily ferreted spot.)
Eris and her mother now usually only meet at galas, where they go together (and though her mother is of a similar style in clothing, they both put up with the fancier requirements for such events.) Usually, Eris is also accompanied by a sloth demon, as events with large amounts of strangers can be somewhat taxing on her patience, but for some reason, the very last day of the gala, he has been nowhere to be found...
