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 Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 7:56 am
Nirva Sen Cert goes here Marushii Halloween Immigration Form
Name: Nirva Sen
Gender: Female
Race: Horseman
Former Clan: Death
Job: Ashen Soldier
Status: Citizenship Granted
Welcome to Halloweentown! You are cleared to enter the Lost Clans Sanctuary. Please be considerate of others and only mount up in well-ventilated areas.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:51 am
The Horseman
Name: Nirva Sen
Nicknames: Ash Crow / Crow / Sen
Gender: F
Age: -- N/A
Original Clan: Death
Job Role: Ashen Soldier
Personality: Nirva still maintains a faint smile even today after the loss of her fellow Soldiers, younger sisters, and her whole clan, though the smile is far more distant now. She tries to look at the world with a rather bleak sense of humor as she continues to serve out her role as a guardian to her clan, and the now reformed Lost Clans. Considering her past job working as a guardian and a harvester of FEAR, she has spent little time in Halloween and now takes her free time away from Clan duties to explore the town. She views it only fair that she see the culture of the students who were the last to see her own culture before it fell.
When among the clan she tends to move the most between Death and War members, being born with wings she’s always found it easier to work alongside the members of war. It also helps that she was trained to fight for when the usual challenges accompanied by working with War arise. She views most Famine with a nod of the head and little more. She respects their work with herbs and alchemy much as she respects her priestess work with incense: She doesn’t understand it; best respect it properly and leave them to their work. Last comes conquest, she finds them the most distant and hard to understand. They have their rituals, but she’s always been a bit curious what they do with all those noble meetings behind closed doors and was never very good at political games preferring the simple life of a soldier.
Even so on a better day she tends to be a fairly calm, almost cheerful individual between morbid jokes. She could even be considered curious to a degree with her constant intent to take outings into school and general area of Halloween. More often then not she will approach others asking questions or generally poking about, even when she isn't she's fairly easy to approach.
Slow to anger she tries to keep a passive stance on most things and even when upset tries to speak calmly and with respect to others. On her less stable days she tends to be blunt and harsh dismissive of others and just plain rude, though often willing to apologize later once her feathers aren’t so ruffled. If things go any farther though, or a threat is made towards her kin let alone a jab at her sister or other dead comrades she will not hesitate to summon her axes and request that they repeat the blasphemy they just uttered.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:52 am
FEAR / Mount / Weapons And Other Abilities
Mount Form:[ Death ] – An extension of herself, her mount is a black and grey variation of this: That leaves a strange trail of smoke as it walks
Weapon Form:
Weapons Summoning ]: Nirva wields two curved axes
FEAR ATTACK: Shadow Missteps (Headlight) Nirva steps into the shadows with a flick of her wings seeming to vanish from the fight before re appearing around her opponents with a series of quick pokes and jabs misdirecting attacks and taking advantage to strike again.
Physical Description:
Eye Colour: A brilliant and bright blue.
Hair Colour/Style: Mid tone brown, usually tied into a single ponytail
Skin Colour: Pale white
Clothing Style/Colours: A layered outfit of near skin tight leathers, she wears a heavy cloth robe over top with a metal breast plate between. She also sports a feathered helm most of the time as well.
Extra: She has a pair of dark blue wings.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:53 am
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