Zenya:
Race: Demontouched, formerly Human, greater demon shard.
Height: 7' 1"
Build: Muscular, voluptuous figure. Zenya is a woman of amazonian proportions.
Hair: Bloody red, just past the jaw.
Eyes: Once blue now tinged with purple.
Sylvina:
True form: An eighteen foot long serpentine dragon with light blue scales, silver markings and belly and red-orange eyes. Her tail ends in three black spikes while another spike tips each wing. Four black horns extend from the back of her skull.
Hybrid form: A humanoid version of her true form, height varies between six and eighteen feet depending on preference.
Human form: Her appearance is that of a near identical twin to Zenya apart from being six feet tall and with light blue hair, longer than Zenya's, and red orange eyes.
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Zenya and Sylvina
"You think you're tough? You aren't man enough for me."
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Shpleem
Description
Personality
Zenya is a strong, well made woman and she wants everyone to know it. Her body is something she considers a work of fine art and she flaunts it at any opportunity. She won't settle for just any man though many, both men and even some women, are not above her flirtatiousness.
Sylvina is more reserved than her partner, despite having an equally impressive physical form. She will often try to restrain Zenya though she knows that most times she cannot hold her back for long.
Equipment
Zenya's weapon is a bloodsteel great sword, due to her incredible physical strength and endurance she can easily wield this weapon with one hand. Zenya's skin is tough and resistant to some weapons, even enough to slow bullets and lesson the damage.
Sylvina carries a sword with lancelike proportions, a long thin blade with a long handle.
So begins...
Zenya and Sylvina's Story
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"It would be very interesting indeed." Zenya answered, looking forward to testing this man against the impression she was getting from Taria. "Alright then I believe that I shall find a room here so you know where I am Guardswoman." Zenya said as she stood up and collected her sword which made a heavy sliding sound into the tip left the floor. "Until then." With that she headed upstairs.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Arena
Zenya strode into the arena, a towering amazon of a woman, her strength barely hidden by her form as her open midriff showed abdominal muscles enough to shame some men. Still, due to the nature of how she gained her physical strength she retained her feminine form with a set of well endowed curves. On her back was a large two handed sword that she doubted she would be needing against this boy.
"All natural short stack." Zenya grinned, flexing an arm before settling into a more loose stance. The kid had guts, she would give him that, most wouldn't dare to even say something similar to that. She was waiting, she looked strong for a woman but she was stronger even than a man around her size. "You look like you need to work out more." she added with a sneer.
"You all know our young favorite Torin Illium! Now it is my pleasure to introduce a new face to these Arena sands. Standing an impressive seven foot one and weighing in at something more than her opponent I give you Zenya!" boomed the announcer into his microphone as the doors opened and a giant of a woman strode forth with more swagger then was necessary.
The audience was silent as they watched her, shocked to see a woman that size, and so human looking. Zenya grinned and turned in a slow circle, stretching her arms back and going into a hand spring, the movement drawing attention to her stomach that would almost look more at home on some men. She turn as she came back to her feet, smirking at Torin with an 'as if you have a chance' look on her face.
The audience was silent as they watched her, shocked to see a woman that size, and so human looking. Zenya grinned and turned in a slow circle, stretching her arms back and going into a hand spring, the movement drawing attention to her stomach that would almost look more at home on some men. She turn as she came back to her feet, smirking at Torin with an 'as if you have a chance' look on her face.
"My, don't you have a mouth on you." Zenya said, just standing straight as if she wasn't even going to take the fight seriously. "I was really hoping that one Taria had fought would be here, she said he was good, so when I was told one of the better fighters was competing tonight I thought I had my chance to meet him. You my diminutive little boy are a let down." Zenya replied, waving her hand as if dismissing him. His words were expected though the confidence was surprising, still, he was just another guy trying to talk big.
"Begs the question, how you know what I am." she said, apart from her size only her purple eyes kept her from looking human. Still, she was done with small talk, she wanted to fight and she stretched again before beckoning him with her hand, he could start, men were supposed to lead. Then again, this wasn't the man she wanted to fight, this wasn't even a man.
Zenya grinned, predictable once he was in the air, silly boy. She knew how to fight, she was good at it too. Her arm came up with her hand open to catch his leg before simply tossing him aside like so much dead weight. "Going to have to do better than that school boy if you want to have a chance with me." she mocked. Torin was lucky she hadn't tried to make him hit a pillar or a wall.
Torin had fought at least one opponent like this before, Paul, the man Zenya wanted to fight, only there was a difference, she knew what she was doing, Paul did not.
Torin had fought at least one opponent like this before, Paul, the man Zenya wanted to fight, only there was a difference, she knew what she was doing, Paul did not.
Zenya watched as he came at her, thinking of things his child mind could be planning. When he didn't jump she struck out with a straight kick that normally would have been stomach level on him but with his drop unless he went under her foot she would probably catch him in the chest or face.
As she was now, Zenya being only a tainted human and not a real demon she was still very strong, but if the right trigger was found the demon in her would emerge and that could not be controlled, even by her.
As she was now, Zenya being only a tainted human and not a real demon she was still very strong, but if the right trigger was found the demon in her would emerge and that could not be controlled, even by her.
Zenya was taking advantage of his position even as he spoke. Taking some quick steps to close the gap on him and going for another kick to his side. She didn't like fighting an opponent on the ground and so it was either pick him up or kick him again, she opted for kicking him, getting her foot under his body to give it a little lift, at least that was the plan unless he rolled out of the way.
Zenya took the hits in relative stride, shifting a little as she wasn't prepared for them. "Crafty little boy aren't you?" she said, grabbing for one of his legs. If she got a hold he would get swung behind her and then forward again to be tossed into the ground. She did not intend to lose to a male, let alone this kid.
Zenya smirked at that, actually amused by his words. She managed to block all but the blows to the face. It was the hits that staggered her though but the audacity that he would actually strike her there. Most men in this place were afraid to hit a woman in the face, even one like her. Still, any strike that wasn't too a softer, more feminine part of her body landed on a hard and unforgiving surface. And as soon as Torin had connected with her face she struck back, a straight jab, the movement followed through with a small turn to bring her heel down on his shoulder after she struck at his face. If he was still on his feet she would swing with her left to hit him from the side.
This kid was fast, that much Zenya was learning, speed was never her forte but she had power, what more did she need. Taking the hits as they came she was able to shrug most of them off, at least visibly though a few would cause some bruises that would be there for a couple days. As he came for the attack at her chest time seemed to slow for her, and her eyes flashed to yellow for the briefest of moments as she clenched her fist and used her entire arm like a hammer to knock him away from her. Those with quick eyes would not that her striking arm looked a bit larger than it should have a few moments before impact before it, like her eyes, returned to normal.
Zenya reeled, pushing herself back to her feet from the final hit in that string. "Strong boy, but that's all that you are, just a boy. I won't lose to a man at anything, EVER AGAIN!" she roared, feeling a burst of intense heat within her chest, followed by searing pain enveloping her entire form. It did not take long for the affects of whatever was happening to become noticeable. She glared searing anger across the Arena sands at Torin as a burst of blood red hellfire overtook her body.
When the flames dissipated the beautiful amazon was nowhere to be found, rather a more ogre like being had taken her place. Easily ten feet tall even in her hunched over stance with limbs like trees it was clear by her horns and reddened skin that the demon had taken hold of her body, that mere fragment of the monster's soul inside her was enough to corrupt her thoughts and form into what Torin would see before him.
The beast leaped at Torin, intent on snagging him out of the air, the bursts of speed that she was capable of were astounding, possibly allowing her to get a hold on him before pummeling him into the far wall or ground depending on how near the wall was.
When the flames dissipated the beautiful amazon was nowhere to be found, rather a more ogre like being had taken her place. Easily ten feet tall even in her hunched over stance with limbs like trees it was clear by her horns and reddened skin that the demon had taken hold of her body, that mere fragment of the monster's soul inside her was enough to corrupt her thoughts and form into what Torin would see before him.
The beast leaped at Torin, intent on snagging him out of the air, the bursts of speed that she was capable of were astounding, possibly allowing her to get a hold on him before pummeling him into the far wall or ground depending on how near the wall was.
Zenya or what had been Zenya snarled and slammed Torin into the wall a second time when she felt him struggle before turning and hurling him into the air, not at the wall or ground, but into the crowd.
People panicked and tried to move though Torin would hit something other than the stands as his back collided with a scaled body that caught him and set him down on the edge of the Arena wall before diving down to the sands to face Zenya. Torin knew Ichiro, who was capable of assuming a form twelve feet tall, the full length of his adult body. This female seemed similar though a bit different in a few ways, her silvery blue scales came with a silver underbelly and markings while all in Ichiro's race had white there, she had six horns instead of two and she was an imposing eighteen feet tall.
At the moment she was grappling with the transformed Zenya, both trying to get the other to back down, despite her size and build equal to what Zenya had been before she transformed she was losing ground, talons sliding on the sandy floor.
People panicked and tried to move though Torin would hit something other than the stands as his back collided with a scaled body that caught him and set him down on the edge of the Arena wall before diving down to the sands to face Zenya. Torin knew Ichiro, who was capable of assuming a form twelve feet tall, the full length of his adult body. This female seemed similar though a bit different in a few ways, her silvery blue scales came with a silver underbelly and markings while all in Ichiro's race had white there, she had six horns instead of two and she was an imposing eighteen feet tall.
At the moment she was grappling with the transformed Zenya, both trying to get the other to back down, despite her size and build equal to what Zenya had been before she transformed she was losing ground, talons sliding on the sandy floor.
Zenya snarled and turned away, completely distracted by the impacts on her back allowing the newcomer to slam her palm into the back of the ogress's head, knocking her flat. "We need to knock her unconscious, just don't kill her." said the dragoness, going to make her move, if she could get Zenya in a sleeper hold they would be home free, though as she got her arms around Zenya's neck the bestial woman struggled and writhed in her arms.
The dragoness dropped Zenya, who had become an immense amount of dead weight, at least she was not dead. As she slumped to the floor she began to return to normal, or what was normal for her, musculature seeming to deflate back to its previous state. A few feet away the dragoness reduced her height down to six feet tall and stood for a moment, holding her head before shifting fully into her human form. Her resemblance to Zenya was striking and more than a coincidence, were it not for her longer blue hair, red dragon's eyes and being a foot shorter they could have been twins. This woman however dressed and carried herself far more modestly. "Are you alright human?" she asked, looking up at Torin.
"Happens when you carry a portion of a demon's essence inside you." said the woman, sitting down next to Zenya and looking her over, to make sure she wasn't too badly hurt, she knew the woman was going to be sore and ask if she won when she got up. "My name is Sylvina, she is my Bonded." the blue haired woman explained.
"I do not know an Ichiro," Sylvina replied, picking up Zenya with relative ease though it did look she actually was holding some weight. "She will be fine, I thank you for not killing her, I did not plan on dying this evening." she added. Zenya seemed to be back to normal, though still out cold.
Sylvina landed heavily behind Torin, eighteen foot body touching down and quickly reducing down to a six foot woman, curvy and muscular at the same time. She walked up next to Torin, looking out at the cityscape as he was doing. "Clear night, my favorite." she said softly.
"I am...was, a Bond Drake, now, through Zenya I am Demontouched." she said, turning to bring her red eyes to bare on him. Her figure was easiest to describe as Zenya in a six foot package, same generous curves, same muscle, though more conservatively dressed with her coat and pants that covered her skin, though baggy clothing wasn't really an option with her shape. "I am seven years old." she added.
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