Name: Odylya Goetia (Oh-dih-lee-uh Goh-ay-tia)
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D-Tier [ Novice ]
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: Twenty / December 19th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Personality: Odylya has a strong yet fragile personality, much like a canon made of glass. Towards others, she tends to be a carefree person that is somewhat selfish, only looking out for herself. While she is friendly and approachable, Odylya keeps herself at a distance relationship-wise from most people for as long as she can. To strangers, she rarely gives them information about her past and if they start making assumptions she is quick to get upset. Actually, her short temper is a common problem for her as even the slightest things will set her off and cause an outburst of emotion. While insults and attacks on her character seem to not phase her, mentally these things stick with her for weeks or months at a time as Odylya wonders if what was said about her was true. Often she ends up taking a piece of what was said and running a mile with it, her thoughts being one of her worst enemies.
In a group, Odylya tends to take the big sister role in things, protecting those who she thinks needs to be protected and following orders from those that protect her. Often times she has trouble with authority and will often hide things from them at her own expense, only giving them the information that she deems necessary. However, with those that she treats like siblings, Odylya tends to get close to them quickly and can develop bonds with them in a short span of time, truly opening up to those that can fill that void for her.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Aspirations:
Phobias/fears:
Face-Claim: Cinderalla, SINoAlice
Hair Color: Red-Violet
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 181 cm
Weight: 95 kg
Appearance:Like most Fanalis, Odylya's most defining trait is her hair. Being both red and violet, she lets it flow wild and rarely cuts it, in full length going down to her waist. However, it is naturally curly and stops more near the middle of her back. If one were able to get close enough, somehow, and touch her hair they would find it unusually soft. Moving downwards, the next thing to stand out is her eyes, crystal blue in color. Legend has it that she can burrow holes into your head if she stares for long enough, but frankly, that is flat out untrue. However, Odylya is packing a mean glare that makes one wish she would just bore a hole into their head. Continuing, her skin is a caramel color the reflects the light well and is soft to the touch. Odylya's body is an hourglass figure that is more skewed towards the top half, with her measurements coming out at 96/60/80.
In matters of attire, Odylya is truly flamboyant in this regard, wearing outfits that scream with color and vibrancy while also having high contrast. Odylya prefers to wear more masculine clothes as it fits looser on her and allows her to move freely, but she also has no problem flaunting her womanly goods if given the opportunity.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: Odylya can often be found speaking to nobody, however, really it's to an imaginary person that she can see and hear. Most of the time when she acknowledges them, what she has to say isn't good.
History: For almost all of her life, Odylya has had to live with stares. Whether it be the disappointed looks from her father, the stares of anger from her brother, to even the day-to-day glares of disgust from strangers all around the world. For Odylya, despite being surrounded by people, she was always alone.
Since she was born, Odylya has known two people in her family. They were her father and her brother, and her mother would be unspoken of for the years to come. From the beginning, it was clear that she was not liked nor was she wanted, and that her father was merely filling out an obligation to his child rather than raising her. It would be frank to say that he treated her like garbage, but just barely like a human. Fed three meals a day, given clothes to wear and only getting new ones when outgrowing her old ones, and finally given a roof over her head when they weren’t on the road. At their core, the Goetia are nomads and according to her father, they have been for generations. It was odd for a child her age to go from one place to another but as the years went by she was able to cope with it.
One thing that she wasn’t able to cope with was her brother, Odinya. See, their father was a great warrior that touted his swordsmanship as his family’s pride. Likewise, he taught both of his children it and often had the two spar. With there being an almost 7 year difference between the two of them, Odinya consistently won their spars and often took them past friendly battles. At first, it was only shallow cuts and bruises, but then it turned into broken bones and deep gashes. Odinya would never pass up an opportunity to remind Odylya that she was lesser than him. Going on into their teen years this would turn into blatant harassment and almost borderline assault but Odylya was able to fend him off.
Despite this, Odylya loved them. These two were the people she held dearest in her heart because at least they cared about her. Or so she thought.
When she was 16, her father attempted to sell her off for some quick cash. Fortunately, the deal ended up falling through. Unfortunately, this resulted in both her brother and her father being killed. This left Odylya alone in the world, without purpose and without any clue on what to. So, she did what she’s been doing: traveling. She would meet many people, make many friends, and just as many lovers, but all of these relationships were fleeting. Nowadays, Odylya is looking for something bigger to dedicate her time to, while also aiming to do away with the world that had wronged her, the world that had given her such a shitty hand and just abandoned her.
Role-Play Sample:"Oi, wake up."
These were the words that rang through the wanderer's head as she lifted her face off the wooden bar. Where was she? No clue. Who was she? Hm... The mysterious woman patted the sides of her legs as if she had pockets only to find out she had none. Oh, wait. Her right hand wandered its way up to the valley in between her breasts to pull out a bag of money and she proceeds to take out a coin and plop it on the table. Her other hand smacked the bartop to act as support for her attempt to stand up, the world around her shaking violently and blurring as she rose. There was also a pounding at her temples from the inside of her head. Whatever the hell she was doing last night clearly wasn't in moderation.
"This is for the trouble... Don't go spending it-" Odylya stumbled into a table and took a few seconds to catch herself. She swore that one of these days she was going to quit drinking. However, this day was no time soon. "Don't go spending it all in one place." Miraculously she made it to the front door, walking outside only to be assaulted by the harsh judgment of nearby pedestrians and the sun. It seems that she had stayed for longer than planned, which must mean.
"Fuck." That must mean the caravan left. Without her. It was a long walk to the next city, she best start walking.
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D-Tier [ Novice ]
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: Twenty / December 19th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Personality: Odylya has a strong yet fragile personality, much like a canon made of glass. Towards others, she tends to be a carefree person that is somewhat selfish, only looking out for herself. While she is friendly and approachable, Odylya keeps herself at a distance relationship-wise from most people for as long as she can. To strangers, she rarely gives them information about her past and if they start making assumptions she is quick to get upset. Actually, her short temper is a common problem for her as even the slightest things will set her off and cause an outburst of emotion. While insults and attacks on her character seem to not phase her, mentally these things stick with her for weeks or months at a time as Odylya wonders if what was said about her was true. Often she ends up taking a piece of what was said and running a mile with it, her thoughts being one of her worst enemies.
In a group, Odylya tends to take the big sister role in things, protecting those who she thinks needs to be protected and following orders from those that protect her. Often times she has trouble with authority and will often hide things from them at her own expense, only giving them the information that she deems necessary. However, with those that she treats like siblings, Odylya tends to get close to them quickly and can develop bonds with them in a short span of time, truly opening up to those that can fill that void for her.
Likes:
Alcohol: Not to the point where it is a problem, but Odylya does like indulging herself time from time to forget about her worries. Her tolerance is high but her hangovers are frequent.
Spending: Odylya is the type of girl who likes to treat herself to nice things and comes with a pretty hefty price tag. She appreciates money and she appreciates things, so the road to her heart has ended up being paved with gold.
Spending: Odylya is the type of girl who likes to treat herself to nice things and comes with a pretty hefty price tag. She appreciates money and she appreciates things, so the road to her heart has ended up being paved with gold.
Dislikes:
Men: It seems to be a coincidence that all the bad things to ever happen to her have been because of men. Hell, if you go far back enough her birth was technically her father's fault. Odylya can see their use and can get along with them platonically, but that is more unlikely than not.
"Heroes": The self-proclaimed, the ones that go around touting their beliefs and serving out their ideals. The kind of people who think they defend all that is good in the world and refuse to believe that their faith is in a complete load of bullshit. Honestly, Odylya pities them and their ignorance of the bigger picture. If only she could be that dumb and blind.
"Heroes": The self-proclaimed, the ones that go around touting their beliefs and serving out their ideals. The kind of people who think they defend all that is good in the world and refuse to believe that their faith is in a complete load of bullshit. Honestly, Odylya pities them and their ignorance of the bigger picture. If only she could be that dumb and blind.
Aspirations:
Anarchy: The thing that has brought humanity together was the government, and the government has allowed humanity to continue its god-awful nature. If you destroy the thing that governs them, then people will begin to fall back to their more primal state, which is what Odylya wants. They'll kill each other and rid themselves of the world. Good
Joy: While she does generally hate people, Odylya's main wish in life is to grow old, marry, and raise a kid. This was something that she has wanted to do since she was a young girl, watching how her mother and father interacted made her want something of the same deal.
Joy: While she does generally hate people, Odylya's main wish in life is to grow old, marry, and raise a kid. This was something that she has wanted to do since she was a young girl, watching how her mother and father interacted made her want something of the same deal.
Phobias/fears:
Death: Not necessarily her death, but more the death of those that she loves. She's already gone through the pain once before and it was unbearable, going through it twice would be the end of her. The main motivator for her fight is to keep those close to her out of danger and make sure they won't have to go through what she has gone through.
Losing: It seems like Odylya has been losing all her life, whether it be to her father, her brother, or to those that wanted to see her dead. Whenever Odylya lost, something important to her was taken. Because of that, she refuses to lose again, as whatever comes after would be way worse than any battle she could ever face.
Losing: It seems like Odylya has been losing all her life, whether it be to her father, her brother, or to those that wanted to see her dead. Whenever Odylya lost, something important to her was taken. Because of that, she refuses to lose again, as whatever comes after would be way worse than any battle she could ever face.
Face-Claim: Cinderalla, SINoAlice
Hair Color: Red-Violet
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 181 cm
Weight: 95 kg
Appearance:Like most Fanalis, Odylya's most defining trait is her hair. Being both red and violet, she lets it flow wild and rarely cuts it, in full length going down to her waist. However, it is naturally curly and stops more near the middle of her back. If one were able to get close enough, somehow, and touch her hair they would find it unusually soft. Moving downwards, the next thing to stand out is her eyes, crystal blue in color. Legend has it that she can burrow holes into your head if she stares for long enough, but frankly, that is flat out untrue. However, Odylya is packing a mean glare that makes one wish she would just bore a hole into their head. Continuing, her skin is a caramel color the reflects the light well and is soft to the touch. Odylya's body is an hourglass figure that is more skewed towards the top half, with her measurements coming out at 96/60/80.
In matters of attire, Odylya is truly flamboyant in this regard, wearing outfits that scream with color and vibrancy while also having high contrast. Odylya prefers to wear more masculine clothes as it fits looser on her and allows her to move freely, but she also has no problem flaunting her womanly goods if given the opportunity.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: Odylya can often be found speaking to nobody, however, really it's to an imaginary person that she can see and hear. Most of the time when she acknowledges them, what she has to say isn't good.
History: For almost all of her life, Odylya has had to live with stares. Whether it be the disappointed looks from her father, the stares of anger from her brother, to even the day-to-day glares of disgust from strangers all around the world. For Odylya, despite being surrounded by people, she was always alone.
Since she was born, Odylya has known two people in her family. They were her father and her brother, and her mother would be unspoken of for the years to come. From the beginning, it was clear that she was not liked nor was she wanted, and that her father was merely filling out an obligation to his child rather than raising her. It would be frank to say that he treated her like garbage, but just barely like a human. Fed three meals a day, given clothes to wear and only getting new ones when outgrowing her old ones, and finally given a roof over her head when they weren’t on the road. At their core, the Goetia are nomads and according to her father, they have been for generations. It was odd for a child her age to go from one place to another but as the years went by she was able to cope with it.
One thing that she wasn’t able to cope with was her brother, Odinya. See, their father was a great warrior that touted his swordsmanship as his family’s pride. Likewise, he taught both of his children it and often had the two spar. With there being an almost 7 year difference between the two of them, Odinya consistently won their spars and often took them past friendly battles. At first, it was only shallow cuts and bruises, but then it turned into broken bones and deep gashes. Odinya would never pass up an opportunity to remind Odylya that she was lesser than him. Going on into their teen years this would turn into blatant harassment and almost borderline assault but Odylya was able to fend him off.
Despite this, Odylya loved them. These two were the people she held dearest in her heart because at least they cared about her. Or so she thought.
When she was 16, her father attempted to sell her off for some quick cash. Fortunately, the deal ended up falling through. Unfortunately, this resulted in both her brother and her father being killed. This left Odylya alone in the world, without purpose and without any clue on what to. So, she did what she’s been doing: traveling. She would meet many people, make many friends, and just as many lovers, but all of these relationships were fleeting. Nowadays, Odylya is looking for something bigger to dedicate her time to, while also aiming to do away with the world that had wronged her, the world that had given her such a shitty hand and just abandoned her.
Role-Play Sample:"Oi, wake up."
These were the words that rang through the wanderer's head as she lifted her face off the wooden bar. Where was she? No clue. Who was she? Hm... The mysterious woman patted the sides of her legs as if she had pockets only to find out she had none. Oh, wait. Her right hand wandered its way up to the valley in between her breasts to pull out a bag of money and she proceeds to take out a coin and plop it on the table. Her other hand smacked the bartop to act as support for her attempt to stand up, the world around her shaking violently and blurring as she rose. There was also a pounding at her temples from the inside of her head. Whatever the hell she was doing last night clearly wasn't in moderation.
"This is for the trouble... Don't go spending it-" Odylya stumbled into a table and took a few seconds to catch herself. She swore that one of these days she was going to quit drinking. However, this day was no time soon. "Don't go spending it all in one place." Miraculously she made it to the front door, walking outside only to be assaulted by the harsh judgment of nearby pedestrians and the sun. It seems that she had stayed for longer than planned, which must mean.
"Fuck." That must mean the caravan left. Without her. It was a long walk to the next city, she best start walking.
