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Name: Sora Adsila
Epithet: Dead Judge
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Winged
Sexuality: Homosexual (Lesbian)
Affiliation: None (Guildy)
Occupation: Assassin
Appearance: A tall, elegant, and beautiful woman, Sora Adsila is one of the members of the winged race, and, as such, has wings. These wings, as per the usual with the beings of the sky, are the same colors as her hair: Midnight blue, with red down and tips. Another notable feature of sora is the fact that her eyes have a strange pupil, which looks like a gear. However, the most notable feature one would say is of hers, is that, despite her height..she quite frankly looks like a teenage girl, one in high school at that! It isn't helped any by her usual choice of attire, a Schoolgirl uniform. Granted, she does wear other clothing, but the uniform is the most comfortable she has. She will wear nearly any kind of clothing however. She keeps her hair short and feathered as well, so as to keep it out of the way when she doesn't need it.
Hair Color: Midnight Blue/Red
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Skin Tone: White
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 142 lbs
Tattoo: She has a metallic gold set of words running down her back in a foreign language: "Judicum infernus omnis", which translates roughly to "Hell Judges All"
Personality: Outspoken, Confident, Kind. All of these words could be used to describe parts of Sora perfectly. But, her personality is much more complex than that. To explain her personality, you must know that, even before what she refers to as "The Incident", Sora could see the spirits of those that had recently passed on, though she couldn't interact with them. However, being able to see them made Sora feel for them, as they were typically stuck mourning their deaths and what they meant to those they cared about. Being constantly exposed to the mourning of lost souls made Sora want to be the voice for the dead, making her outspoken, loud personality begin to develop. In order to be taken seriously, she had to gain confidence as well, which she gained by practicing with her weapon of choice: The sword. However, her outspoken attitude hides a quiet, reserved girl, whom only those close to the winged girl get to meet. However, she does have not so positive points to her personality, some of which were given to her by eating the Kami Kami No Mi, Model: Hades. Firstly, Sora can be described as having a grim outlook on life after death, believing that those who die are doomed to wander the world until their spirits are absorbed by the earth again, very much contrasting the belief in the afterlife that most people hold. And as for life..she has deemed life as the constant chase of a single goal which, more often than not, is yanked away from you the moment you get hold of it. Habits...her main habit is talking to the spirits of those that recently passed on, a gift of the very blood flowing through her veins. The other habit of hers that is more a nervous tic than anything is to twirl some of her hair around one of her fingers when she's nervous, which is the only way you can tell that she is nervous. All in all...Sora is a strange woman, but that doesn't stop her from trying her best in life.
Likes: The Sky, Food, Talking to Spirits
Dislikes: Being unable to fly, Thieves, people that use spirits for evil purposes
Motivations: To become the voice of the departed, To Become a competent warrior, To help protect her second home, the sky kingdom.
Fears: Death, Losing her wings, losing the ability to speak and interact with the departed.
Inner Lineage: The Mirror: Sora is able to interact and talk to spirits on all planes of existence, which she very much enjoys doing.
Sample: She felt it before she heard it. An excess energy that made her feel sick to her stomach..sea stone. She kept enough weapons with Sea Stone within them around on the ship to know how to pick the energy up as a sense of unease. And, as she listened to what was going on, the tears stopped falling. Her hands, one resting on the gravestone, the other hanging at her side, clenched into fists. Her cat eyes, a source of great intimidation, seemed to darken from gold to orange. There were the two opposing factions..here, at her mothers grave, with no respect for the dead. She slowly rose to her feet, weaponless, but not unable to fight. As the first marine spoke, she seemed to vanish without making even a single sound. And, as they raised their axes and swords, a blade of air crashed down into the chests of at least three of them, causing a massive eruption of blood and knocking them onto their backs! Those three were dead, no questioning it. Their chest cavities were shorn clean through, and the eruption of blood had been from the blade cleaving through the bone and cutting their hearts. They had made a dangerous mistake in not showing any respect for those that were dead. And, as she landed on the ground, it was clear what that blatant disrespect would bring for those that couldn't defend themselves. People like you absolutely disgust me. You can't put aside your fucking petty squabbles for even a single day. You quarrel regardless of the impact your actions will have on others. In doing this, you show utter disrespect for the dead. And, by extension, you show disrespect towards anyone visiting a lost loved one. This, atop your blatant disrespect for the wishes of the mistress of this island to promote freedom, makes you and I enemies. Prepare to Die. She said, directing her anger towards the marines that started this situation. And, sadly for them..she was within touching distance of a tree. A sapling, really. But, it was still a tree. And, as she grasped onto it, her white aura flared up, hardening around her as her eyes glowed an unearthly orange. She was prepared to go all out now. She took on a fighting stance, giving anyone that dared do so much as look at her a glare that said they would die if they attempted to fight her. She did not tolerate disrespect of her family.
Epithet: Dead Judge
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Winged
Sexuality: Homosexual (Lesbian)
Affiliation: None (Guildy)
Occupation: Assassin
Appearance: A tall, elegant, and beautiful woman, Sora Adsila is one of the members of the winged race, and, as such, has wings. These wings, as per the usual with the beings of the sky, are the same colors as her hair: Midnight blue, with red down and tips. Another notable feature of sora is the fact that her eyes have a strange pupil, which looks like a gear. However, the most notable feature one would say is of hers, is that, despite her height..she quite frankly looks like a teenage girl, one in high school at that! It isn't helped any by her usual choice of attire, a Schoolgirl uniform. Granted, she does wear other clothing, but the uniform is the most comfortable she has. She will wear nearly any kind of clothing however. She keeps her hair short and feathered as well, so as to keep it out of the way when she doesn't need it.
Hair Color: Midnight Blue/Red
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Skin Tone: White
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 142 lbs
Tattoo: She has a metallic gold set of words running down her back in a foreign language: "Judicum infernus omnis", which translates roughly to "Hell Judges All"
Personality: Outspoken, Confident, Kind. All of these words could be used to describe parts of Sora perfectly. But, her personality is much more complex than that. To explain her personality, you must know that, even before what she refers to as "The Incident", Sora could see the spirits of those that had recently passed on, though she couldn't interact with them. However, being able to see them made Sora feel for them, as they were typically stuck mourning their deaths and what they meant to those they cared about. Being constantly exposed to the mourning of lost souls made Sora want to be the voice for the dead, making her outspoken, loud personality begin to develop. In order to be taken seriously, she had to gain confidence as well, which she gained by practicing with her weapon of choice: The sword. However, her outspoken attitude hides a quiet, reserved girl, whom only those close to the winged girl get to meet. However, she does have not so positive points to her personality, some of which were given to her by eating the Kami Kami No Mi, Model: Hades. Firstly, Sora can be described as having a grim outlook on life after death, believing that those who die are doomed to wander the world until their spirits are absorbed by the earth again, very much contrasting the belief in the afterlife that most people hold. And as for life..she has deemed life as the constant chase of a single goal which, more often than not, is yanked away from you the moment you get hold of it. Habits...her main habit is talking to the spirits of those that recently passed on, a gift of the very blood flowing through her veins. The other habit of hers that is more a nervous tic than anything is to twirl some of her hair around one of her fingers when she's nervous, which is the only way you can tell that she is nervous. All in all...Sora is a strange woman, but that doesn't stop her from trying her best in life.
Likes: The Sky, Food, Talking to Spirits
Dislikes: Being unable to fly, Thieves, people that use spirits for evil purposes
Motivations: To become the voice of the departed, To Become a competent warrior, To help protect her second home, the sky kingdom.
Fears: Death, Losing her wings, losing the ability to speak and interact with the departed.
Inner Lineage: The Mirror: Sora is able to interact and talk to spirits on all planes of existence, which she very much enjoys doing.
Sample: She felt it before she heard it. An excess energy that made her feel sick to her stomach..sea stone. She kept enough weapons with Sea Stone within them around on the ship to know how to pick the energy up as a sense of unease. And, as she listened to what was going on, the tears stopped falling. Her hands, one resting on the gravestone, the other hanging at her side, clenched into fists. Her cat eyes, a source of great intimidation, seemed to darken from gold to orange. There were the two opposing factions..here, at her mothers grave, with no respect for the dead. She slowly rose to her feet, weaponless, but not unable to fight. As the first marine spoke, she seemed to vanish without making even a single sound. And, as they raised their axes and swords, a blade of air crashed down into the chests of at least three of them, causing a massive eruption of blood and knocking them onto their backs! Those three were dead, no questioning it. Their chest cavities were shorn clean through, and the eruption of blood had been from the blade cleaving through the bone and cutting their hearts. They had made a dangerous mistake in not showing any respect for those that were dead. And, as she landed on the ground, it was clear what that blatant disrespect would bring for those that couldn't defend themselves. People like you absolutely disgust me. You can't put aside your fucking petty squabbles for even a single day. You quarrel regardless of the impact your actions will have on others. In doing this, you show utter disrespect for the dead. And, by extension, you show disrespect towards anyone visiting a lost loved one. This, atop your blatant disrespect for the wishes of the mistress of this island to promote freedom, makes you and I enemies. Prepare to Die. She said, directing her anger towards the marines that started this situation. And, sadly for them..she was within touching distance of a tree. A sapling, really. But, it was still a tree. And, as she grasped onto it, her white aura flared up, hardening around her as her eyes glowed an unearthly orange. She was prepared to go all out now. She took on a fighting stance, giving anyone that dared do so much as look at her a glare that said they would die if they attempted to fight her. She did not tolerate disrespect of her family.
