<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DELLUQA.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Orienne<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> It is rude to ask a woman that, is it not?<br/><br/><strong>Race</strong> Demon<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong> Bi, slightly leaning towards men.<br/><br/><strong>Disciple Type</strong>: War demon<br/><br/><strong>Disciple Skill (What is your special ability?)</strong> Tear Stained Blades: As a demon of war, Orienne commands a vast demonic arsenal of nigh identical blades, each crafted by her very hands. With but a thought she can summon them into existence around her and control them with as much exertion as it takes to blink or whisper. Every blade she owns has been enhanced with demonic magic, capable of carving through flesh like butter and metal like a scythe through weheat. Whether they are used as projectiles as a storm of blades, surrounding her as an insurmountable wall, or even wielded in her hands with the elegance only a demon knight can wield – she is an apex of war when wielding them. <br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong> 5’11”<br/><br/><strong>Weight:</strong> Very rude.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance: </strong> Orienne looks like a figure of pure tragedy. A beautiful woman with skin the color of pale ice, half of her body is visible, the other half warped by shadow or perhaps twisted by her very nature – casting the right sight of her being in flickering shadows that make it difficult to look upon her for long. Orienne’s hair is a long, midnight blue that like half of her body is enveloped in what appears to be starry night. <br/><br/>Her visible eye has a gold pupil and white iris, yet the most striking thing about it is the crystallized tear that has trailed down her pale cheek, apparently frozen in time itself. To its side is a similar teardrop emblem or perhaps tattoo, it is hard to say the nature of it. For her outfit she wears a beautiful dress that has been meshed with armor that covers her arms and legs – though in parts of her dress and gauntlets, what appear to be spikes crack and jut outwards from her very body. Her expression never seems happy or content, a never fading frown upon her lips. <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Cold and proud. Orienne is a demonic knight, and despite what may have happened to her in the past, she is and will be demonic nobility. She is a woman who has little need for friends but will make use of allies, knowing it is best to not get close to others. One could say she’s a professional, in that she works with others yet remains a separated distance from them. At the same time, her proud nature means she will pay back debts to her allies and will readily be called upon should she feel the nature of the request is deemed worthy enough – but her standards can be high.  <br/><br/><strong>History: </strong> Orienne was born as a noblewoman, in the service of Zelkova. War is in her nature and the rush of combat was unmatched for her by any other emotion… Save that of love. Once, she was a gentler and kinder demon, even as a knight. Even in combat, she found comrades and allies, and in one particular comrade she found a lover, a male demon with whom she could share her love oc combat and sparring… But also of painting and more esoteric arts that other demons of her kind would find lesser. It was from this demon that she found a softer side to her being, from a love of painting and calligraphy to more noble subjects such as diplomacy and crafting. Were it not for the tumultuous nature of the great war, she would have no need of hatred against humankind and those who would work for their ilk. Yet, this is not a happy story, and hers is not a good ending.<br/><br/>The great war came, and with it Zelkova called his subjects to fight alongside him. Humans proved to be a perfect sport for Zelkova, fighting against them in a tireless and unending battle – be it with spears she forged being hurled into the heart of humans with the speed of bullets, or a hail of arrows tipped in demonically enchanted obsidian, she had felled numerous humans and fought alongside her lover – not out of hatred for humanity, but as a sense of duty. It was not until more magically inclined humans entered the fray that she and her lover were challenged, but she did not realize the grave nature of the threat that holy magic posed to demons at the time. An ambush by holy warriors of humanity left half of her body seared and bloodied, and were it not for the sacrifice of her lover shielding her from another blow – she would have fallen like many demons before her. It took but a moment to realize her lover, the only demon who had ever treated her as an equal and vice versa, had died. Retribution came immediately, her injured visage trembling in fury and rage as she cut down the humans one by one, her demonic nature mixing alongside her tears and grief to curse her very nature as she felled her foes. Where once stood an epitome of elegance and beauty, lay a demon shadowed in tears, anger, and loss.<br/><br/>It was only natural that she turned to Void when she found out about them after the war. Humans did not deserve to live. Humans did not deserve existence. Crafting countless cursed blades day after day and night after night, she promised herself that she would never feel that loss again… But her enemies would.<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong> <br/>Combat: The scent of coppery blood in the air. The rush of adrenaline with every violent blow. The exultation of combat gives her a focused high and is what she lives for now.<br/><br/>Suffering: It is not enough that her opponents fall. They must suffer in doing so. She will draw out a combat that she is clearly winning, she will give the enemy the hope of escape only to stab them in the back. She wants to see the light of hope fade from her opponents eyes. She wants her enemies to feel the despair she once felt.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Being reminded of her past is a sore subject for her. Losing the one she loved has left her what she is now, and she loathes recollecting the past. <br/><br/><strong>Skills (Battle or Science Based): </strong><br/><br/>Demonic knight: Orienne is a demonic knight, with all the skill that it entails. She’s deadly with almost any form of weapon even if she favors her tear stained blades. She is in fact,a near peerless knight and as such her reputation may well precede her.<br/><br/>Weapon crafting: She’s best known for her Tear stained blades, but she has crafted numerous weapons before using demonic magic and fel forges. She is more than happy to work as Voids fel forge master.<br/><br/><strong>Talents (Normal hobbies and talents): </strong> Orienne is a talented artist, though she feels the best red paint, is blood.<br/><br/><strong>Extra:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Affiliation (SOPHE, VOID, etc):</strong> Void<br/><br/><strong>Role (If Applicable):</strong> Demonic Knight &amp; forge master<br/><br/><strong>Title (Applicable to SOPHE Soldiers, Void Members, and Special Cases):</strong> Lady<br/><br/><strong>Demon Rank (Applies only to Demon Race) (A is Highest, F being Lowest):</strong> B-<br/><br/><strong>Strengths (Must have three):</strong><br/><br/>Telekinetic weapon master: Orienne can control her weaponry with her mind, allowing her to manipulate her weapons with unseen hands and great force and skill.<br/><br/>Strength of arms: She knows weaponry, from swords to spears to even modern day guns and rifles. Should she need to, she can easily be a one woman fireteam.<br/><br/>Resilience to holy magic: She’s been cursed into what she is now, but the curse does come with a benefit, the weakness that demons have to holy magic does not afflict her – she can still be damaged by the strongest of holy magics, but she does not shy away from it.<br/><br/><strong>Weaknesses (Must have Three):</strong> Her lost love: Should she be reminded of her lost lover, her anger and grief at the loss may eat at her better judgement.<br/><br/>Pride: She is not one to refuse a fight, no matter the opponent(s). Perhaps it is pride, or perhaps it is a subtle death with on her part.<br/><br/>Her curse: She’s been cursed to never know joy again, perhaps she would be a different being if the curse was broken…?<br/><br/><strong>Uniform (If Applicable):</strong> Her armored dress. Nothing less.<br/> </div>