Name: Meyrin (May-Ren)
Country Affiliation: Wanderer [Depends on Owner's Country]
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D
Class: Assassin
Age + Birthdate: 24, June 14
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Personality: Meyrin is a trained assassin, who was made into what she is through a secretive company. She was created with little to no emotion. Designed to do the bidding of others, she is practically a slave. She won't even take care of herself if told not to. However, some flaws have formed over time. One of the most prominent is that she cleans in her spare time. Not a bad thing. It's a default for her when she's without orders. She's also developed an addiction to the sweetness of cherries. A bowl won't last long with her around it, regardless of whether or not she was ordered not to take any. Finally, she likes the female body prominently more than the males, and will often lick her lips when she sees someone she likes.
Meyrin doesn't have a lot of interactions with people, so she chooses to speak a lot less. Since she doesn't think for herself, why speak for herself? She usually only speaks upon being ordered to. When she does, she has a beautiful voice, yet it's monotone, dulling any relief that would come with it. She's often bribed with cherries however. These often act as bait for the assassin as well.
Likes:
Cleaning and Clean-Places: Meyrin's a person who can't stand the sight or dirty places, and therefore cleans a whole bunch.
Cherries: Meyrin loves the taste of sweet cherries.
Being Rewarded After a Job Well Done: This is kind of self a explanatory. Meyrin likes being appreciated by those she calls her master.
The Strong: Those that dominate the weak. She's been trained not to protect her master when in battle. If he or she were to fall, Meyrin would fall under them.
Dislikes:
Colleagues:Meyrin prefers to take all the credit by doing work by herself rather than with a team.
Being Scolded: It mentally breaks Meyrin when she screws up a mission and is scolded for it. Some magic seal was implanted to make sure of it.
Talking: Beautiful voice, rarely uses it.
Aspirations:
A Master Commands, a Slave Obeys: Meyrin was trained and produced for the sole purpose of serving. Call her a servant, a maid, or a slave, she just the bidding of others. Born with little free will, she will die with little free will. Her master is the only person she cares about until they fall, then she will fall under the next. Now and for the rest of her life. This aspiration is rather dull, and it can be changed. It all depends on who she serves. Her fate lies in the hands of others.
Phobias/fears:
Being Scolded: When scolded or harmed by her master, she receives beyond the brinks of pain. She doesn't feel normal pain from wounds and such due to her pain receptors being null. So feeling such a nasty thorn enter her side is detramental. The magic seals placed in her electrocute her internally. The pain feels as if suicide is a better option than to fail and return. However, offing herself isn't her choice. The master determines whether or not Meyrin dies by her own hand. However, she'd rather fall and die than be a failure. Resistance would be futile, therefore no free will.
Face-Claim: N/A
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 180 cm (6 ft)
Weight: 65 kg (140 pounds)
Appearance: Meyrin is a rather short woman. She's not too pretty and not too unattractive either. She's rather generous with how much skin she shows if you actually see her. Her body's proportions are what most woman aim for. However she doesn't use it for seduction. She's rather albino, making her hair blank white. Her eyes are a vibrant amber that look as if they belonged to a dragon. She wears a very flexible metal brazier that is a tight fit upon her body. Most of her body is revealed besides metal boots and gloves. A facemask covers the bottom half of her face. A big black brandish scars her shoulder and lower back.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features:
Meyrin won't feel pain unless an ability demands it. (Will be altered with traits.)
Meyrin has large brand scars on her shoulder and lower back. They're circular with the words "Wolves." Through the middle.
History:
Not too long ago, there existed an underground company that went by the name, Dregron. Dregron was a business that worked under the government of Reim. It utilized what was considered immoral and illegal within the Empire and created beings off extraordinary talent. They would adopt slaves from slave-legal countries and bring them to Reim. Dregron created supersoldiers out of these children. Magical experimentation bindings led the children to lose their free wills, lose their emotions, and lose their bodily instincts and knowledge of pain. It was all corduated by a magic seal which was set onto the brandish of the back. The seal can't be undone without killing the child. Each was designed to specialize in different tactics and arts of war. They would obediently follow their master's every order. They'd only change masters upon being told to, or the owner being killed. However, only so many made it out of the trials and constant internal experimentation. Out of 126 children, 4 survived to the end. They became known as the "Wolverines." They graduated and were ready and suited for war.
However, before badges of honor were handed out. The company suddenly vanished into thin air. The hideout was nowhere to be found. It's highly suspected the Reim government killed everyone off and got rid of the evidence, but that's unknown to anyone who didn't contribute to the event. The reason why was also unknown. The supersoldiers are all but legends. Three were killed mysteriously, leaving the last one alive, yet MIA. This last soldier was codenamed "Meyrin."
Meyrin was brought into the world by two Fanalis within Heliohapt. The father, a merchant, had died of dehydration. The mother, unable to support the child, sold her to make a couple extra Huang on the side. Meyrin would be trained to became one of the most volatile political assassins in the world at. However, she commited small inconspicuous crime and would never caught, no matter what. Her name was undisclosed as noone but the Reim government would know of her being. They'd hunted down two, the third one's body was found dead. The last, however was out of their hands. Mind and magic couldn't trace her. She was the perfect killer. Her skills, day by day only improve. (Let's just say D-Tier is only because her master isn't pursuing large assassination contracts.)
Role-Play Sample:
Meyrin awaited her target to fall into sight. She'd set up a devilish trap, it'd most likely torture the subject harshly before she offed them. However, those were all terms of the contract. The authorities could detect whether or not a target experienced extreme stress before dying. However the mess that usually came with torture always irked Meyrin to another level. Dead skin cells, excess blood, disgusting.. She had set the trap within a tightly enclosed alleyway. Her razorwire gauntlet strung from wall to wall. It was designed to cut the legs off of her victim. Meyrin would have to cut off the tongue in which she'd been heating at that moment. She was then supposed to nail the hands of the man upon a wall. Noisy, but scary. Target was in sight. All went according to plan. He screamed in agony for a split second, but Meyrin was faster than that. He was quickly silenced. His hands were nailed to the wall as he choked upon his own blood. A very slow torture session was about to occur, yet, let's not get into detail.
Country Affiliation: Wanderer [Depends on Owner's Country]
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D
Class: Assassin
Age + Birthdate: 24, June 14
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Personality: Meyrin is a trained assassin, who was made into what she is through a secretive company. She was created with little to no emotion. Designed to do the bidding of others, she is practically a slave. She won't even take care of herself if told not to. However, some flaws have formed over time. One of the most prominent is that she cleans in her spare time. Not a bad thing. It's a default for her when she's without orders. She's also developed an addiction to the sweetness of cherries. A bowl won't last long with her around it, regardless of whether or not she was ordered not to take any. Finally, she likes the female body prominently more than the males, and will often lick her lips when she sees someone she likes.
Meyrin doesn't have a lot of interactions with people, so she chooses to speak a lot less. Since she doesn't think for herself, why speak for herself? She usually only speaks upon being ordered to. When she does, she has a beautiful voice, yet it's monotone, dulling any relief that would come with it. She's often bribed with cherries however. These often act as bait for the assassin as well.
Likes:
Cleaning and Clean-Places: Meyrin's a person who can't stand the sight or dirty places, and therefore cleans a whole bunch.
Cherries: Meyrin loves the taste of sweet cherries.
Being Rewarded After a Job Well Done: This is kind of self a explanatory. Meyrin likes being appreciated by those she calls her master.
The Strong: Those that dominate the weak. She's been trained not to protect her master when in battle. If he or she were to fall, Meyrin would fall under them.
Dislikes:
Colleagues:Meyrin prefers to take all the credit by doing work by herself rather than with a team.
Being Scolded: It mentally breaks Meyrin when she screws up a mission and is scolded for it. Some magic seal was implanted to make sure of it.
Talking: Beautiful voice, rarely uses it.
Aspirations:
A Master Commands, a Slave Obeys: Meyrin was trained and produced for the sole purpose of serving. Call her a servant, a maid, or a slave, she just the bidding of others. Born with little free will, she will die with little free will. Her master is the only person she cares about until they fall, then she will fall under the next. Now and for the rest of her life. This aspiration is rather dull, and it can be changed. It all depends on who she serves. Her fate lies in the hands of others.
Phobias/fears:
Being Scolded: When scolded or harmed by her master, she receives beyond the brinks of pain. She doesn't feel normal pain from wounds and such due to her pain receptors being null. So feeling such a nasty thorn enter her side is detramental. The magic seals placed in her electrocute her internally. The pain feels as if suicide is a better option than to fail and return. However, offing herself isn't her choice. The master determines whether or not Meyrin dies by her own hand. However, she'd rather fall and die than be a failure. Resistance would be futile, therefore no free will.
Face-Claim: N/A
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 180 cm (6 ft)
Weight: 65 kg (140 pounds)
Appearance: Meyrin is a rather short woman. She's not too pretty and not too unattractive either. She's rather generous with how much skin she shows if you actually see her. Her body's proportions are what most woman aim for. However she doesn't use it for seduction. She's rather albino, making her hair blank white. Her eyes are a vibrant amber that look as if they belonged to a dragon. She wears a very flexible metal brazier that is a tight fit upon her body. Most of her body is revealed besides metal boots and gloves. A facemask covers the bottom half of her face. A big black brandish scars her shoulder and lower back.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features:
Meyrin won't feel pain unless an ability demands it. (Will be altered with traits.)
Meyrin has large brand scars on her shoulder and lower back. They're circular with the words "Wolves." Through the middle.
History:
Not too long ago, there existed an underground company that went by the name, Dregron. Dregron was a business that worked under the government of Reim. It utilized what was considered immoral and illegal within the Empire and created beings off extraordinary talent. They would adopt slaves from slave-legal countries and bring them to Reim. Dregron created supersoldiers out of these children. Magical experimentation bindings led the children to lose their free wills, lose their emotions, and lose their bodily instincts and knowledge of pain. It was all corduated by a magic seal which was set onto the brandish of the back. The seal can't be undone without killing the child. Each was designed to specialize in different tactics and arts of war. They would obediently follow their master's every order. They'd only change masters upon being told to, or the owner being killed. However, only so many made it out of the trials and constant internal experimentation. Out of 126 children, 4 survived to the end. They became known as the "Wolverines." They graduated and were ready and suited for war.
However, before badges of honor were handed out. The company suddenly vanished into thin air. The hideout was nowhere to be found. It's highly suspected the Reim government killed everyone off and got rid of the evidence, but that's unknown to anyone who didn't contribute to the event. The reason why was also unknown. The supersoldiers are all but legends. Three were killed mysteriously, leaving the last one alive, yet MIA. This last soldier was codenamed "Meyrin."
Meyrin was brought into the world by two Fanalis within Heliohapt. The father, a merchant, had died of dehydration. The mother, unable to support the child, sold her to make a couple extra Huang on the side. Meyrin would be trained to became one of the most volatile political assassins in the world at. However, she commited small inconspicuous crime and would never caught, no matter what. Her name was undisclosed as noone but the Reim government would know of her being. They'd hunted down two, the third one's body was found dead. The last, however was out of their hands. Mind and magic couldn't trace her. She was the perfect killer. Her skills, day by day only improve. (Let's just say D-Tier is only because her master isn't pursuing large assassination contracts.)
Role-Play Sample:
Meyrin awaited her target to fall into sight. She'd set up a devilish trap, it'd most likely torture the subject harshly before she offed them. However, those were all terms of the contract. The authorities could detect whether or not a target experienced extreme stress before dying. However the mess that usually came with torture always irked Meyrin to another level. Dead skin cells, excess blood, disgusting.. She had set the trap within a tightly enclosed alleyway. Her razorwire gauntlet strung from wall to wall. It was designed to cut the legs off of her victim. Meyrin would have to cut off the tongue in which she'd been heating at that moment. She was then supposed to nail the hands of the man upon a wall. Noisy, but scary. Target was in sight. All went according to plan. He screamed in agony for a split second, but Meyrin was faster than that. He was quickly silenced. His hands were nailed to the wall as he choked upon his own blood. A very slow torture session was about to occur, yet, let's not get into detail.
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