Name(Real name of the character):
Elissa.
Fake Name(Your new name)
Leliana.
Alias(Codename):
Charlotte.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
Twenty-Six.
Numeral/Zodiac and Placement of Tattoos on Body
Her zodiac is located on her right breast, drawn around her areola, while her numeral begins on the left side of her collar bone, and descends down her breast, tapering off just before her left areola.
Weapon Specialization:
Close quarters weaponry and daggers.
Personality:
When you think of morbid, aloof, and cruel individuals, images of gloomy, dry, and sarcastic people may come to mind, Elissa however does her part to shatter those stereotypes. Depending on her mood, that is. As a very selfish, self-centered, and egotistical hyper-sexual female, her over all moods are highly dependent on her whims, which are usually built around her never ending sex drive, and her self dubbed "addiction" to torture. Normally though, she's a rather flirtatious, and raunchy being, she tends to walk about with a menacing smile that boards on blood thirsty, and sexually deviant, and her head in the clouds, sporting a rather suspicious look(Dreams of horrific torture unbeknownst to onlookers.). Normally garnering a little attention for her cheery, if not slightly aloof disposition, and remarks of what a pleasurable young lady she is. She doesn't let anything get to her too much as a rule, the explicit knowledge of one's ability to inflict horrific and excruciating death to an individual has circumvented the need for thick skin, leaving her a very emotional, and sensitive woman to those she actually cares about. If any such person exists. It is however no surprise she doesn't exactly have a tight knit group of friends, but a laundry list of one night stands. Mostly, her insanity seems to have overridden her personality in most areas, causing her to be flirtatious, violent, vain, and utterly fixated on her own amusement and pleasures. What shreds of her original personality bleed through consist of extreme apathy, and a harsh sadism, don't do much to soften her up. She exhibits next to no morals, no regard for her well being, or that of others, and a general cruel humor that always finds a laugh out of someone else's agony.
Description:
Weight: 110lbs.
Height: 5'6.
Bust: 34c.
Tattoos: One on her back, one on her right leg, and left ankle, lastly, on her right shoulder extending onto her breast, and connecting with her zodiac.
Peircings: She has four, a solid gold rod through each nipple, commonly visible from her tight leather jacket, and two vaginal, both silver gauges through the left outer lip.
Supernatural Powers:
Elissa's power works in the form of her psychological backlash being harnessed and channeled into specific weaponry designed for her tastes. Though taught to “work with” the backlash of her insanity, it can still be a great strength, or weakness for her. On the downside, she can be somewhat easily distracted by sexual encounters, or even the slightest hint of sexuality, and even thrown into a violent, lustful frenzy as a result of extreme amounts of teasing. On the other hand, giving in, taking by force, or otherwise gaining any sort of pleasure will bluster her spirits, and her psychopathic energies. If taken to a point of orgasm or further, this will throw her into an equally lustful, but less violent frenzy, during which she seems to exhibit an endless font of energy
Right arm weapon: Harlequin's kiss. A a tubular wrist-mounted Monofilament Injector, the Kiss is only effective in close combat. It contains a tightly-coiled retractable monofilament wire which is around 100 metres in length. When activated (often with a forward punching motion) the wire is violently released. Capable of piercing armour, if the wire penetrates its victim it instantly uncoils and lashes around violently, liquefying bones and internal organs, and causing immediate death. The wire then retracts back into the Kiss Due to her unrefined usage of the weapon during her initial training, all four fingers of her right hand suffered greatly, and are now covered in scar tissue. The obsidian and titanium glove she wears is able to grip the raw monofiliment wires of her Kiss, allowing her to wield it like a temporary and lethal whip.
Left hand weapon: Maloch's Razor. What appears to be a black-velvet glove is in fact a bio-engineered nightmare. The “fabric” of the glove solidifies into a diamond-sharp metal, that twists and extents into hellish claws. The true beauty of the weapon is that this living metal secrets a highly toxic and debilitating liquid, that if injected into a victim's blood stream is beautifully fatal. Causing the victim's blood vessels and organs to expand violently, resulting in a rather organic explosion. To wield this however, came at a agonizing cost. Elissa's left hand was chopped off at the wrist, and a skeletal replacement made of a symbiotic titanium was welded into the remaining bone, and nerves were painstakingly attached.
Main Weapon: Apostate's Reverence. An unassuming blade set forged of Black Steel, and artistically molded with a wide array of personal iconography on it's every edifice. Despite being well balanced, moderately light, and sharp enough to slice concrete, it's real power lays in what's not seen. The blade's seams look to be part of the art, but in fact denote all sixteen points of separation that split apart when the blade takes on it's true form, that of a spiked whip. When “unchained” into it's whip form, all sixteen razor sharp chinks that form it dance through the air in a beautiful, and distracting ceremony, until called into action as a angel of death by her master. This weapon, though not extremely lethal on it's own, serves as a painful way to grapple people into Elissa's sinister grasp for her other weapons to take over. This weapon, like most everything else of hers, feeds off her madness.
Elissa's Mask: A unique invention that fuels itself from her very own Madness. The mask uses a psycho-kinetic probe to gather a targets truest fear, and then in turn morph itself to display it, all the while giving off an aura of hopelessness, increased susceptibility to fear, and a constant nagging sense of mortality to those to weak to resist.
Holographic defenses: Her suit is heavily infused with a nano-based reactive system that draws power from her neural-net. What this does is create a space of altered “Space” around her in a full 360, distorting the realities in the small zone, breaking her image apart, and swathing it in a crystalline substance which is extremely resistant to conventional damage. Though she doesn't take “pain” from hits received while this is active, the holographic essence taking a hit creates a massive strain on her entire body. Overuse could easily lead to death by exhaustion..
Likes:
Nudity.
Money.
Women covered in lacerations.
Her job.
Orgies.
Dislikes:
Prudes.
Orders.
Mundane people.
Slitting Throats.
Shy men.
Skills/Abilities:
Stealth.
Non-hostile Interrogation
Torture.
Seduction.
Agility.
History:
She grew up with just her father in a little home. Middle-class. Her father, whom left his wife and her mother for reasons never explained, neither remarried nor sought help in raising her. He tried to give her morals, values, discipline, common sense, and failed miserably on all accounts. By fourteen she was a nightmare of a child. Drunken, addicted to everything she could get her hand on, sleeping with every man she came in contact with, including those more than twice her age, her father was more worried about her well being, than angry. That was until she robbed him blind to afford or fix and a hotel room for a large 'party' she was having. The man, now at his wits end, did all he could, sending her from one expensive religious private school to the next, until he had to call in a favour with an old friend, who was currently the Dean of a heavy Catholic private academy.
Upon waking in the Dean's room she did what most people might have done, shouted bloody murder. The man quickly attempted to calm her down, and explained that not only had her father left her there, but he'd moved to a different city as well. Of course, being the street savvy young strumpet she was, she rolled her eyes and stormed out, returning to her home. Which she found to be completely empty. Knowing the old man must have had a hand in this treachery, she stormed right back to the school, and was greeted with a warm smile, and the same explanation as when she'd woken up. This didn't set well with her at all. Though the man offered her a home at the school, which she semi-accepted, she gave him, and his rules no respect. Pretty much just using the place as a bed when she was to drunk to find a man to give her one, she went about her life as normal. Until she got pregnant.
It's become a bit of guild history, Elissa running through the grand all screaming furiously, cursing any number of men, causing quite the scene, and crying, the Dean coming in and just looking at her before dragging her of to his room for yet another talk of discipline. Everyone expected her to storm back out within ten minutes, but she didn't. She stayed in that room for hours. What transpired, to her knowledge only herself and the chairman knew, but what happened afterward was public knowledge. She came out, looking exhausted, defeated, and crawled off to her room, of which she kept locked for days, and when she came out, she looked a bit different. Pissed off, but different. She was clean, she smelled nice, instead of like a tavern for once, and she was in decent clothing that actually covered her body. It seemed like things were going to change...Until she pulled a gun and started shooting other students. Her mind had snapped, school-legend says it was because of grief, or a shady abortion, but the truth is only known to the madwomen herself.
She was forcibly detained by school security, and without being able to contact a legal guardian, she was shipped off to a local asylum, where she waited for years, alone in a small cell, with just a straight jacket as a friend.
Other:
(Anything else?)