Eris Nova

Name: Eris Nova
Age: 20
Date of Birth: Februari 3rd
Gender: Female
Race: Demi-elemental spirit*
*this does not mean she is a ghost she has a solid physical body and her spirit can;t seperate from her body ^^
Hobbies: Swordsplay and archery
Likes: Sweets, Tea and reading
Dislikes: desires for total domenation
Personality:
She has a harsh nature and usually comes across as cold and cruel, when people talk about compassion and ethics she usually doesn't understand. She has a sense of right and wrong, yet this one differs from the perspective of the law. She beleives that the world should never be ruled only by one party, evil is necesary for good to excist and vica versa.


Height: 175 cm
Weight: 55 Kg
sizes (for woman, chest size): B
Eye color: Black
Hair color: White
Hair Style: See pic
Outfit: Same as pic
Extras:
A tattoo spread over her whole back running from her shoulders to her lower back.

Appearance:



Ability:
Together with her gauntlets that let her draw out the power, she can form weapons from mana. they are solid yet are mana-based. She might be able to give elemental properties to her weapons, yet this is still above her current level. She is also able to create small blocks of mana that can be used as stepping stones in midair aswell as on the ground.
History:


It was a cold clear night, the forest was quite as a small village was coated in silence. A single cry of agony shattered the peace, a woman giving labor. The proud fatehr was passing back and forth as he waited for the child to be born. The full moon decorated the sky as the hours passed, The father growing impatient wen to check when the door of the labor room opened. The village witchdoctor exited and looked at the father, The father cried of joy with the news of a baby girl. Yet the witchdoctor had not only good news, it seemed that during the labor a vein had burst and now the child and mother were in danger. The mother pleaded to save the child yet the father going against her wishes demanded care for his wife first. In this moment the newborn child died, The mother saved cried in agony of the death of the child.

That night ridden with guilt the father couldn't bear the guilt of his decision, he regretted the choice he made. Not because of his wife but the fact that now his child will never know the joys and regrets of this world. The witchdoctor came to visit him as he already thought this would happen. Reluctantly he presented the father with a gamble, an alter in the middle of town, dedicated to the elemental spirits, might resurect the child. The father even thoigh the witchdoctor kept warning him that the child might be cursed, he still did what he thought had to be done.

The Father took the body of the baby girl and layed it upon the alter, dropping to his knees he spread his arms to the sky. Pleading the spirits to give life to his daughter, he was prepared ro offer his own life just to give his daughter the gift of life. The night was quiet and the father weeped as rain started to pour down. As the father was ready to end it all a cry stopped him from comitting a grave mistake, trying to find the source he could not beleive his eyes. His daughter was alive and crying. He took the child and just started running toawards his wife he kicked the door in as he stood at his wifes bed the child in his arms. Together they cried and named the child, Eris Nova.

Nova was a quiet kid she seemed to lack apathy, children of her age would try to have play fights but she would always take it to far. She said brutal honest things upsetting the children and making the parents angry, only her own parents would always protect her from the harsh words of the adults. Due to this oddity she was ignored and teased by the children, even the adults praised their children for doing that. Nova was being treated as an outcast, yet she didn't seem to mind. Nova spent her days sitting around the altar, telling storys and singing songs to it. It was like she had made the very altar her friend.

It was her 12th birthday, she was sitting at the altar just as every day eating a slice of cake that her parents gave her to eat. She suddenly stood up and walked to the altar, as if possesed she placed her hands above the altar, a bright light coated her hands as it wrapped around them as a velvet cloth. A pair of gauntlets formed and decorated her hands, Lookingat them with amazement Nova took a step back. She looked up and then took a bow, thanking something or someone. She looked at them and she gripped her hand only leaving a small space, light spheres seemed to draw towards it and form a small knife. As quike as it formed it dissappeared, a smile on her face she picked the cake back up and started eating again.

She lived her life and trained in the use of her gauntlets every day by the altar, It was like a voice told her how to move and how to ise them as her growth was amezing. Yet her joy was only short-lived, children grew to teens and they got more violent. One night while Nova was having a famely dinner, a couple of neighboorhood teens gathered together and smashed the ancient altar. They did it because they still habored ill will towards Nova. Nova who went out to play after dinner saw the altar, destroyed, A feeling she had never felt before weld up inside of her. Her gauntlets glowing a bright red light as a large two handed sword formed. Not knowing who did it she siply slashed through the first person that passed by, the old man screeched as the sword cut him in half. Wanting to know what the commotion was about many gathered outside, only to get slashed in half. Teers fell from Nova's eyes as her anger grew, Red covered the ground and even herself as she lost the remaining sane parts of her being. Townfolk started to flee as she came closer and closer, Nova's sword changed shape as a bow formed. Pulling the string back arrows formed and she shot them at the fleeing people pinning them across the wall. Nova's parents ran towards her and in a desperate attempt to stop her, her father threw himself on her but was slashed and shot. Her mother crying and pleading her to stop but her mind was gone, She drew the string on her bow back and the arrow pointed at the mothers head. The moment she let go of the string the mother smiled while her tears still ran from her eyes. Nova's mind cleared, she tried to stop the arrow but was to late, Nova would never know what that smile meant. Was it that she accepted this as her punishmednt for ressurecting the dead or was it something more simple. All she knew was that she would never know the true answer. It was then that she noticed a mark on her mother a tattoo she had never seen before, Nova drew it and later had it tattoo'd across her back so she would never forget the sins she had committed that day.

Nova travels the world now and tries to do justise by her ownself as that is all she has left. She works as a mercenary, only taking jobs that she approves of.

Weapons:
Two gauntlets She calls them Kuro and Shiro, she keeps them on almost all the time. If not they are kept on her belt one on each side. The gaunlets posses an ability* (*look at abilitys for further explaination)


class/level: Blue-class