Dalia Fedcono [Finished | App ]

Name: Dalia Fedcono
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Fanlis
Tier: D
Class: Body Manipulator
Age + Birthday: 13 September 23rd
Gender: Female
Sexuality: I’ll tell you when you’re a bit older.
Personality: Dalia is a troubled girl who faces pain at all times in her arm, she is usually always angry or irritable, and only really shows remote interest and entertainment in violence and pain. Whether it be others or her own. She rarely ever fully smiles but when she does it's when she's fighting or getting hit.

She being raised by murderous thieving bandits sees no issue in these things nor does she see death as a big deal. She rarely has yet to interact with anyone outside of her group so she currently sees anyone one outside of her group as mere toys to play with or place holders holding onto things that have yet to become her groups.

She herself isn't really interested in material values but does have a sentimental side to gifts and her own possessions. She likes gold jewelry but is fine with what she has now and not gaining any more but would accept the gift. She wouldn't want to be rude. She understands some basic social cues and behavior but actively chooses to ignore most of it and doesn't know the rest.

She deems herself as fine enough in behavior and sees things as rude that some may not and is selective with what she dreams as rude. She doesn’t like to be alone for long and even if it's a street full of strangers she would prefer that than to being out in the wild alone. If left alone for too long she will finally break her off behavior that at times can seem like that of someone more mature and uncaring to that of the child she really is and start to cry.

Likes: She enjoys the thrill of a fight because it helps her feel like she's feeling something, pain excitement you name it. She will always be willing to fight.
She likes the color purple because she feels it makes her look pretty but she kicks your butt if you ever tell anyone why.

She likes gold jewelry above all others and will openly say even if at higher value anything but gold is far less cool or pretty.

She enjoys fire and dolls for unrelated reasons to each other but appreciates the combination of the two in any sort. She likes fire though because it reminds her of her blood family and thus her family in the bandits because of its bright red color and its destructive power.

Dislikes: She hates knives due to her past with them and what it reminds her of.

She doesn’t like having to give up any of her possessions or anything she has grown attached to including people and will likely throw a tantrum if forced to give it up or see the person go. But she sees it as expressing her affection for the said thing.

She hates shoes. Not even she really knows why she just hates them and their metaphorical guts.

She hates people who talk to her like a stupid child who isn't her family or someone she likes.

Aspirations: She wishes to see if anything could hurt her worse then what the man had hurt her, to primarily see if she could feel anything in her left arm, even if it was worse pain.

She wants to see if anything can make her truly happy again to forget the rage and pain she feels now. If anything can entertain her past violence.

But most importantly. She wants to kick a King or Queen in their dumb face… for no given reason. If a reason is given to justify this action it will not give her her full wish. It needs to be for no real reason. Nothing else will be acceptable.

Phobias / Fears: She has a strong sense of fear towards sharp objects more specifically knives and the kind. She even refused to let alone cut her hair for 5 years due to this. Though her mother did force her to get her hair in her face touched up with some fire. She was more than okay with that.

She has a natural fear that shows itself in a rage and violence towards men of middle age, and blonde hair with green eyes due to the similarity in looks of them to the man who kidnapped her as a child.

Face Claim: Original Art Done By Myself
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Gold
Height: 149 cm (4.88845 feet )
Weight: 35.5 kg ( 78.2641 lbs )
Appearance: Dalia is a verily skinny girl with some mild muscles appearing throughout her body. She has wild hair with plenty of split ends that reaches down to her mid calf. She has various scars all over her body (See special features) and freckles under her left eye. She normally looks rather dirty and wears ratty clothes due to not wishing to get new ones. Over top of this she has more well kept articles of clothing such as a lavender sash over her chest and scarf around her hips. She has a shoulder guard that is a little big for her but not by too much but enough to make it droop on her arm. It is being held on by a grayish purple belt with gold connecting pieces. Draping off this guard is a rich warm purple silk arm cover that covers most of her arm but not her hand.

The main should guard having silver trimming and a more blue kind of rich purple as its center base. On her scarf on her hips is a gold bracelet with a purple gem in the center. She also notably wires a choker with a gold disk hanging off it, 3 small thin gold bracelets on her right bicep, and two on her right ankle. Finally for jewelry she has a black earring on the upper part of her ear and a rich warm purple feather earring with a gold bead around where the feather’s bottom would be hung by a standard metal hook.  

She normally walks around with either no real expression of something that looks like annoyance, irritation, or anger. She usually makes odd faces when she really gets upset or annoyed to help express her more intense feelings when they come even if it is quite often. She does her best to express herself as well with expressions, seeing them as more effective words sometimes, so she is usually very expressive in her expressions. She is also known to refuse to wear shoes whenever possible.

Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: Dalia has various scars here are her scars:

• She has a diagonal one on her right arm. All around her shoulder making a full circle.
  
• Her left arm has more scars then not with very deep divots that look almost like there's a significant amount of flesh missing from those areas. This scaring goes from her shoulder to her hand and fingers.
  
• She has a diagonal scar going from her base of  her neck to her collar bone.
  
• She has a jagged square one on the side of her right thigh.
  
• She has a diagonal one that goes over her left ankle all the way around.
  
• She has several vertical ones across her back and one horizontal one going over those.
  
• She has one long one going down her outer left leg going from her hip to her lower calf and is significantly wider than the others with a bit of a similar look to her  right arm scars.
  

History:
Fanlis a rather curious case… to some. To others they are slaves, creatures, friends, family, that guy down the road who broke your legs. And to Dalia they were her race, her parents, her allies, her people. To the man she knew for years of her life past the age of 5 they were tools for learning. But that is a bit far into the story not by much but a bit. Dalia was born to two Fanlis parents who enjoyed their past time as bandits with a few others in a small group. They all were like family to each other and merciless in the field. Working hard every day to steal and kill other hard working people like good noble people.

Her parents happily take their young baby into battle and raids seem to take after her parents enjoying all the violence never truly giggling at anything else. As she grew older her parents taught her how to fight and move around on her two feet then run the moments he could stand. They showing her how they could manipulate their bodies and she learning at a very slow pace, one day though when she was about the age of 5 as she happily ran around a burning village with a doll she found coated in blood and its hair burning she was snatched up by a man in the village who snuck her away to his hidden house in the forest. Dalia did the only thing she knew how to do best with her skills.

She started biting the man trying to squirm free as she heard her parents shouting for her. The man held tight though and was quick to knock her out. The next thing she could remember was the man talking about how odd the Fanlis was, how he wondered how they… worked. Seeing herself tied up she began to panic before looking over in time to see his small knife slowly lowering down.

”Possible triggering information here suggestion with a form of torture.”:

Roughly 3 years would pass as did part of her sanity and her joyful behavior replacing with rage. Though when the man wasn’t around she would practice the skill her parents tried to teach her until she managed to learn a few things but nothing too impressive. She though found another way out when the man let his guard down and after 3 years of pretending her arm was dead that was so badly scared the man never stopped to think twice about rebinding it after tests. So when he got close enough he learned very quickly how mobile it still was. And to not leave sharp objects near the girl.

She managed to get herself free and sprinted with all her might not wanting to take a chance the man was still alive and keep running as fast as she could following old carnage from raid in local areas. And as she felt her legs wanting to give out from lack of use for so long she fell to her knees and inhaled deeply before letting out her loudest possible Fanlis roar that she could into the air as tears for the first time in 3 years rolled down her cheeks. She dropped her head before hearing in the distance two faint roars in return. She smiling brightly as she forced herself to her feet and stumbled towards the source as she saw her parents running to her full speed in the distance. Who quickly embraced her.

It seemed they had never given up hope she was alive and had searched for her since her vanishing. They and the slightly bigger bandit group ensuring to totally destroy any evidence that the man who took her ever existed. For the next few years she traveled with her parents training her skills and attempted to deal with her temper but it never really worked out too well for her.  She though finding peace in seeing violence and fighting it making her forget the constant feeling in her arm and her fractured mind that at times made her lash out on people who looked similar to the man who took her so long ago and when someone held anything sharp and knife like near her. She even avoiding ever touching knives even for eating.

She instead learning how to change her teeth to work as sharp tools to better cut into her food and of course to bite people. Since she was certain if she had just bit tighter that man wouldn't have let go of her. Over the years she grabbing pretty things from those they raided and killed putting them on like fancy decorations on her person but returning to ever change out her clothes she got at her most recent birthday despite how poorly the pants were in condition having been destroyed on one side from a fight and the other being too big for her and needing to be tied in place while her top just not exactly fitting her either and beginning at this point to wear in holes and  fray at the bottom.

Her parents allowing this just wishing her to be happy and even letting her run to near by kingdoms more recently alone to see the sites before coming home believing that she would always make it home to the group given how she managed to so so long ago.

Roleplay Sample: Dalia rose the outer part of her brow as she frowned the other parts of her brows widening one eye as she leaned in  to the man she was pinning her eye almost touching the man’s as she growled under her breath gripping the man’s throat slowly starting to bare her teeth at him as he struggled under her. He slowly going limp and the life leaving his eyes before she released his throat and shifted to sit on the man like he was a chair resting her feet off the side of him on the ground resting her elbows on her thighs as she draped her hands and forearms  between her legs.

She looking forward to the burning town as the other bandits in her group raided the building tossing dead people off to the sided she lifted up her arm to her nose flicking the tip of her nose with her thumb raising up one nostril as she looked to her parents laughing as they carried a large chest from a building together. They paused seeing her look and frowned when her mother spoke up first. “What's wrong dear?”

Dalia huffed looking off resting her arm back to where it was before, “I’m bored this guy didn't even try to scream.” She said, annoyed her father chuckling. “Well why didn't you say so kiddo?! There's a screamer a few houses away who  wakes up  soon. Your uncle is watching over him now. If you hurry he may even let you kick him a few times before he takes over.” He said warmly to her with a soft smile.

Dalia huffed out a slight laugh with a minor smirk shrugging. “Yeah okay…” She said getting up and walking off to the location getting a hair ruffle from her father and a kiss on the head from her mother.

For reference, special traits are generally for really bizarre biological features like animal ears, tattoos, magical tattoos and so forth but you have such a detailed list of scars there so I need to force you to move it. You already know the ropes though, so approved and here's the code for your vault. Love the character btw.

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[b]Name:[/b] Dalia Fedcono
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Wanderer
[b]Race:[/b] Fanlis
[b]Tier:[/b] D
[b]Class:[/b] Body Manipulator
[b]Age + Birthday:[/b] 13 September 23rd
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Sexuality:[/b] I’ll tell you when you’re a bit older.
[b]Personality:[/b] Dalia is a troubled girl who faces pain at all times in her arm, she is usually always angry or irritable, and only really shows remote interest and entertainment in violence and pain. Whether it be others or her own. She rarely ever fully smiles but when she does it's when she's fighting or getting hit.

She being raised by murderous thieving bandits sees no issue in these things nor does she see death as a big deal. She rarely has yet to interact with anyone outside of her group so she currently sees anyone one outside of her group as mere toys to play with or place holders holding onto things that have yet to become her groups.

She herself isn't really interested in material values but does have a sentimental side to gifts and her own possessions. She likes gold jewelry but is fine with what she has now and not gaining any more but would accept the gift. She wouldn't want to be rude. She understands some basic social cues and behavior but actively chooses to ignore most of it and doesn't know the rest.

She deems herself as fine enough in behavior and sees things as rude that some may not and is selective with what she dreams as rude. She doesn’t like to be alone for long and even if it's a street full of strangers she would prefer that than to being out in the wild alone. If left alone for too long she will finally break her off behavior that at times can seem like that of someone more mature and uncaring to that of the child she really is and start to cry.

[b]Likes:[/b] She enjoys the thrill of a fight because it helps her feel like she's feeling something, pain excitement you name it. She will always be willing to fight.
She likes the color purple because she feels it makes her look pretty but she kicks your butt if you ever tell anyone why.

She likes gold jewelry above all others and will openly say even if at higher value anything but gold is far less cool or pretty.

She enjoys fire and dolls for unrelated reasons to each other but appreciates the combination of the two in any sort. She likes fire though because it reminds her of her blood family and thus her family in the bandits because of its bright red color and its destructive power.

[b]Dislikes:[/b] She hates knives due to her past with them and what it reminds her of.

She doesn’t like having to give up any of her possessions or anything she has grown attached to including people and will likely throw a tantrum if forced to give it up or see the person go. But she sees it as expressing her affection for the said thing.

She hates shoes. Not even she really knows why she just hates them and their metaphorical guts.

She hates people who talk to her like a stupid child who isn't her family or someone she likes.

[b]Aspirations:[/b] She wishes to see if anything could hurt her worse then what the man had hurt her, to primarily see if she could feel anything in her left arm, even if it was worse pain.

She wants to see if anything can make her truly happy again to forget the rage and pain she feels now. If anything can entertain her past violence.

But most importantly. She wants to kick a King or Queen in their dumb face… for no given reason. If a reason is given to justify this action it will not give her her full wish. It needs to be for no real reason. Nothing else will be acceptable.

[b]Phobias / Fears:[/b] She has a strong sense of fear towards sharp objects more specifically knives and the kind. She even refused to let alone cut her hair for 5 years due to this. Though her mother did force her to get her hair in her face touched up with some fire. She was more than okay with that.

She has a natural fear that shows itself in a rage and violence towards men of middle age, and blonde hair with green eyes due to the similarity in looks of them to the man who kidnapped her as a child.

[b]Face Claim:[/b] Original Art Done By Myself
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Red
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Gold
[b]Height:[/b] 149 cm (4.88845 feet )
[b]Weight:[/b] 35.5 kg ( 78.2641 lbs )
[b]Appearance:[/b] Dalia is a verily skinny girl with some mild muscles appearing throughout her body. She has wild hair with plenty of split ends that reaches down to her mid calf. She has various scars all over her body (See special features) and freckles under her left eye. She normally looks rather dirty and wears ratty clothes due to not wishing to get new ones. Over top of this she has more well kept articles of clothing such as a lavender sash over her chest and scarf around her hips. She has a shoulder guard that is a little big for her but not by too much but enough to make it droop on her arm. It is being held on by a grayish purple belt with gold connecting pieces. Draping off this guard is a rich warm purple silk arm cover that covers most of her arm but not her hand.

The main should guard having silver trimming and a more blue kind of rich purple as its center base. On her scarf on her hips is a gold bracelet with a purple gem in the center. She also notably wires a choker with a gold disk hanging off it, 3 small thin gold bracelets on her right bicep, and two on her right ankle. Finally for jewelry she has a black earring on the upper part of her ear and a rich warm purple feather earring with a gold bead around where the feather’s bottom would be hung by a standard metal hook.  

She normally walks around with either no real expression of something that looks like annoyance, irritation, or anger. She usually makes odd faces when she really gets upset or annoyed to help express her more intense feelings when they come even if it is quite often. She does her best to express herself as well with expressions, seeing them as more effective words sometimes, so she is usually very expressive in her expressions. She is also known to refuse to wear shoes whenever possible.

[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] White
[b]Special Features:[/b] Dalia has various scars here are her scars:
[list]
[*]She has a diagonal one on her right arm. All around her shoulder making a full circle.
[*]Her left arm has more scars then not with very deep divots that look almost like there's a significant amount of flesh missing from those areas. This scaring goes from her shoulder to her hand and fingers.
[*]She has a diagonal scar going from her base of  her neck to her collar bone.
[*]She has a jagged square one on the side of her right thigh.
[*]She has a diagonal one that goes over her left ankle all the way around.
[*]She has several vertical ones across her back and one horizontal one going over those.
[*]She has one long one going down her outer left leg going from her hip to her lower calf and is significantly wider than the others with a bit of a similar look to her  right arm scars.
[/list]

[b]History:[/b]
Fanlis a rather curious case… to some. To others they are slaves, creatures, friends, family, that guy down the road who broke your legs. And to Dalia they were her race, her parents, her allies, her people. To the man she knew for years of her life past the age of 5 they were tools for learning. But that is a bit far into the story not by much but a bit. Dalia was born to two Fanlis parents who enjoyed their past time as bandits with a few others in a small group. They all were like family to each other and merciless in the field. Working hard every day to steal and kill other hard working people like good noble people.

Her parents happily take their young baby into battle and raids seem to take after her parents enjoying all the violence never truly giggling at anything else. As she grew older her parents taught her how to fight and move around on her two feet then run the moments he could stand. They showing her how they could manipulate their bodies and she learning at a very slow pace, one day though when she was about the age of 5 as she happily ran around a burning village with a doll she found coated in blood and its hair burning she was snatched up by a man in the village who snuck her away to his hidden house in the forest. Dalia did the only thing she knew how to do best with her skills.

She started biting the man trying to squirm free as she heard her parents shouting for her. The man held tight though and was quick to knock her out. The next thing she could remember was the man talking about how odd the Fanlis was, how he wondered how they… worked. Seeing herself tied up she began to panic before looking over in time to see his small knife slowly lowering down.

[spoiler=”Possible triggering information here suggestion with a form of torture.”]The next parts could be quite obvious on what happened next though given her scars, one on her shoulder where her arm had been removed before he tried to see if he could put it back and managing to do so with some life magic assistance but not too much that would ruin the experiment. Or the one going down the side of her neck that was a fun one. Or when he cut a square out of leg before putting it back like a panel on a door. Or her left arm. He had far too much fun with her right arm. Those scars like to dip down a bit trailing all along her arm to even her fingertips. She wasn’t even sure what was scar tissue in some areas or her skin in others but she did know she couldn't feel anything in that arm anymore since that horrible night. Or well technically she couldn't feel anything new, the pain never truly went away.[/spoiler]

Roughly 3 years would pass as did part of her sanity and her joyful behavior replacing with rage. Though when the man wasn’t around she would practice the skill her parents tried to teach her until she managed to learn a few things but nothing too impressive. She though found another way out when the man let his guard down and after 3 years of pretending her arm was dead that was so badly scared the man never stopped to think twice about rebinding it after tests. So when he got close enough he learned very quickly how mobile it still was. And to not leave sharp objects near the girl.

She managed to get herself free and sprinted with all her might not wanting to take a chance the man was still alive and keep running as fast as she could following old carnage from raid in local areas. And as she felt her legs wanting to give out from lack of use for so long she fell to her knees and inhaled deeply before letting out her loudest possible Fanlis roar that she could into the air as tears for the first time in 3 years rolled down her cheeks. She dropped her head before hearing in the distance two faint roars in return. She smiling brightly as she forced herself to her feet and stumbled towards the source as she saw her parents running to her full speed in the distance. Who quickly embraced her.

It seemed they had never given up hope she was alive and had searched for her since her vanishing. They and the slightly bigger bandit group ensuring to totally destroy any evidence that the man who took her ever existed. For the next few years she traveled with her parents training her skills and attempted to deal with her temper but it never really worked out too well for her.  She though finding peace in seeing violence and fighting it making her forget the constant feeling in her arm and her fractured mind that at times made her lash out on people who looked similar to the man who took her so long ago and when someone held anything sharp and knife like near her. She even avoiding ever touching knives even for eating.

She instead learning how to change her teeth to work as sharp tools to better cut into her food and of course to bite people. Since she was certain if she had just bit tighter that man wouldn't have let go of her. Over the years she grabbing pretty things from those they raided and killed putting them on like fancy decorations on her person but returning to ever change out her clothes she got at her most recent birthday despite how poorly the pants were in condition having been destroyed on one side from a fight and the other being too big for her and needing to be tied in place while her top just not exactly fitting her either and beginning at this point to wear in holes and  fray at the bottom.

Her parents allowing this just wishing her to be happy and even letting her run to near by kingdoms more recently alone to see the sites before coming home believing that she would always make it home to the group given how she managed to so so long ago.

[b]Roleplay Sample:[/b] Dalia rose the outer part of her brow as she frowned the other parts of her brows widening one eye as she leaned in  to the man she was pinning her eye almost touching the man’s as she growled under her breath gripping the man’s throat slowly starting to bare her teeth at him as he struggled under her. He slowly going limp and the life leaving his eyes before she released his throat and shifted to sit on the man like he was a chair resting her feet off the side of him on the ground resting her elbows on her thighs as she draped her hands and forearms  between her legs.

She looking forward to the burning town as the other bandits in her group raided the building tossing dead people off to the sided she lifted up her arm to her nose flicking the tip of her nose with her thumb raising up one nostril as she looked to her parents laughing as they carried a large chest from a building together. They paused seeing her look and frowned when her mother spoke up first. “What's wrong dear?”

Dalia huffed looking off resting her arm back to where it was before, “I’m bored this guy didn't even try to scream.” She said, annoyed her father chuckling. “Well why didn't you say so kiddo?! There's a screamer a few houses away who  wakes up  soon. Your uncle is watching over him now. If you hurry he may even let you kick him a few times before he takes over.” He said warmly to her with a soft smile.

Dalia huffed out a slight laugh with a minor smirk shrugging. “Yeah okay…” She said getting up and walking off to the location getting a hair ruffle from her father and a kiss on the head from her mother.