-Description-
Name: Chuuchalii ind Ulinnh.
Age: NNN.
Gender: Female.
Race: Self-proclaimed embodiment of war.
Affiliation: Chaotic Neutral (Chuuchalii is Chaos, the stars are Order).
Alignment: Paradox.
Sexuality: NNN.
Relationship Status: Single.
Team/Organization:
Personality: An unrespecatble hooligan. Always instigating fights and having a generally spiteful outlook on anything that isn't at least somewhat destructive. She's one of those favored by the gods, blessed with might and rage and brutality. Ulinnh will be on the battlefield mutilating bodies for trophies.
Chuuchalii does not choose sides, does not see race or gender, feels no compassion or remorse, heeds no morals, and the only thing that she finds true joy in is -------------------. Anything but violence and chaos or the promise thereof puts her on-edge and makes her anxious. She's kind of a nutter, and I'd suggest just staying away from her.
Biography: Originally, Chuuchalii lived on an entirely different plane of existence where things were more akin to our own Earth. She went to school, she slept, she ate, she socialized with friends, pretty average s**t, y'know? Just like you or me or whoever. But, naturally, that came to an end one fateful day... (Otherwise this story/character would suck.)
It was a warm, clear, Spring night. A meteor shower was scheduled and was supposed to last for several hours, being visible to most of the world. And for a few minutes it was the most beautiful thing the world had ever seen, unlike anything they'd witnessed before; Falling stars, so many they blocked out the sky, all glorious gold and amber hues. It was as if the sky were falling, raining light. Awe-inspiring. Even after the stars began to descend across the globe, the people were unable to stop staring at the sky.
The stars fell and fell, coming in light as feathers. The people continue to stare up, as statues. The falling stars would kiss them as they touched. Would whisper to them. Those that made contact would either go insane, turning into feral, mindless, bloodthirsty nightmares with no control, or they would disappear entirely.
Chuuchalii spent what felt to be aeons in pure nothingness. No light. No dark. No her. Only the voices, their voices. The voices of the stars. They spoke to her. Spilled their worlds to her, shared their unfathomable and un-knowable knowledge with her, shattering her mind and mending it over and over for time immortal. The stars drove her mind inside out and filled it with pain and anger and they sealed her away behind a wall of brutality and chaos and fear and gave her the means to share her sorrow with those on the world they would thrust her into.
She has no mind of her own to guide her anymore, just the whispers of lights in the night sky.
-Fighting Style-
Stardust Survivor:
~Almost solely utilizes 'scorched-earth' tactics, destroying as much of her surroundings as possible, creating panic and chaos to confuse enemies and just generally wreak havoc.
She simply rushes in, weapon in-hand, killing as killingly as she can possibly kill, successfully killing many, leaving wounded being considered cruel and unusual by the voices in her head.
~A quasi-immortal. She can die like anyone else, though with an immensely higher threshold before she croaks than normal humans, however, she does not stay dead. As long as her head is still functioning and attached to her equally functional body ("Equally": still has the ability to move somewhat), that body will continue to function to the best of its capabilities, but after a time, it will simply cease and begin repairing itself.
This is absolutely not a fast process, taking many days and nights, and usually spawning her newly functional frame well away from where it fell.
If she's slain before her body automatically shuts down, the repair process begins immediately, going at the normal pace. The actual amount of time it takes varies depending on the severity and extent of her wounds.
Strengths:
~Can effectively use any weapon humanly operable. (Or anything with the capacity to destroy, for that matter. As long as she can carry it.)
~Feels no pain, or much of anything else really.
~Immortal in the sense that she can't permanently die.
Weakness:
~The voices that govern her leave her somewhat.. Mentally under-capable.
~Feels no pain; Has little to no indication to whether-or-not she has suffered a thoroughly crippling wound, usually leading her to making it steadily worse as she progresses.
~Faint hints of her own self still creep past the barricade of hate and madness, and when they do, are instantly rejected, sending massive pangs of what could be called pain through what could be called her mind.
-Author Notes-
Username: Zeda Ennd.
Inspirations: Crippling depression. (I don't actually get this one.)
Theme Song:
Restart: Under the Iron Sky - Laibach.
Combat: Puritania - Dimmu Borgir.
The End: Tank Graveyard - Paul Cantelon.
Allies:
Enemies:
Character Notes: Now every problem is destroyed. We raise our hands and bodies to the peak, and into the stars we go.
~She has a number of small scars on the sides and top of her skull and occasionally suffers from wicked black rings around her eyes.
~When under the night sky, you can see stars in her pupils.
~If she ever witnesses meteor showers, she becomes completely ridged and stares unblinking at the display until it passes.
If she is not directly present or within view, she will make her way to a position where she can see them fully.
~Works as a mercenary on the promise of violence.
Chuuchalii ind Ulinnh, Stardust Survivor. Today, we all steal. Animals we are. Possession is lost. Our souls are from the wild, and wings to reach the sky.
Let them sleep, who do not know the final day is here.
Let the sun fall into the ocean, and let the earth erupt in flame.
There is no force, and no power, and no money to stop us now.
And change and faith, though every problem is destroyed, we raise our hands and bodies to the peak. Into the universe.
Towards the stars we go.
[size=9][align=left][url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=23696609]Chuuchalii ind Ulinnh[/url], Stardust Survivor.
Today, we all steal. Animals we are. Possession is lost.
Our souls are from the wild, and wings to reach the sky.[/align]
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[align=right]Let the sun fall into the ocean, and let the earth erupt in flame.
There is no force, and no power, and no money to stop us now.
And change and faith, though every problem is destroyed, we raise our hands and bodies to the peak. Into the universe.
Towards the stars we go.[/align][/size]
 Zeda Ennd · Tue Mar 19, 2013 @ 02:49pm · 0 Comments |
