CHARACTER BIO

NAME: Amatricina
RACE: Demon
AGE: 1,850
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6'/170lbs (1.83m/77.11kg)

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APPEARANCE:
Regal and proud by nature, Amatricina’s form matches equal parts her elegance and her demonic heritage. She stands at average height among humanoid females, with a striking figure that captivates men and women alike, alluring to such an extent many weak willed mortals have been tempted to their deaths just by laying eyes upon her. With a wanton, curvaceous figure she holds an unnatural beauty that is rare even among demonic standards. An impressively well endowed bust gives way to a toned midriff and wide, fertile hips and lush thighs.

She flaunts her figure openly, shunning most notions of modesty in her attire. A metallic brassiere of crimson color, etched in gold trimming does its best to cover her ample chest. Skin tight violet leggings and armored knee high boots cover her lower half. Once more the metallic portions of her apparel share a crimson and gold theme, a calling card to her ancestry as a fire demon. Her hands are adorned in violet gloves tipped with golden claws, with ornate metal bracers covering most of her forearms. She wears thick golden bracelets on her upper arms, an ostentatious display of wealth.

In addition Amatricina sports a large great cloak that flows down the length of her back enough to kiss the floor. A crimson cloth trimmed in cloth-of-gold, embossed with the heraldry of her ancient demonic bloodline. A collar of pearl white fur lines the cloak around her neck, and it is clasped to two metallic pauldrons that rest upon Amatricina’s slender shoulders. Said pauldrons are inset with large rubies, her favored gemstone. Around her neck she wear both a violet choker and a large necklace that proudly displays another sizable ruby wrapped in gold.

Her face has high cheekbones, full lips, and a cruel gaze, eyes burning with a fiery glow. The demoness’ head is wreathed by a flowing mane of bright red hair. It tumbles down well past her shoulders in long wavy locks. She is crowned, both physically and literally. Amatricina wears a large circlet on her head, a crimson ornament trimmed in telltale gold that tapers into a sharp point, all to flaunt yet another large ruby oval. More literal though, is her crown consisting of twin sets of massive horns. Thick black bones that protrude out from her head, twisting into a sharp point at their tips. The upper set has considerable girth, thicker than her arms, with the lower set being slightly thinner than said arm. Like the rest of her visage, Amatricina adorns her horns in thick bands of gold at numerous points. Small gold bells and chimes hang from these bands, serving mostly to announce her presence to all without earshot.

Overall Amatricina strikes a tireless image of beauty and royal grace. As a demoness of an old and pure bloodline, she sees herself well above the status of lesser, more bestial demons. As such, she strives to distance herself from the endless legions of more base demons that are little more than monstrous forms with tooth, horn, and claw.

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MOTIVATIONS:
Like all of her kind, Amatricina is motivated most strongly by power. That word shapes her very existence, as it does for all inhabitants of the Demon Realm. A cruel darwinism consumes their realm, where the weak submit to the strong or find ways to make themselves useful lest they be destroyed. Amatricina is no stranger to this, always eager to increase her strength, and thus standings amongst her fellow demonkind. Like any pure blooded demon, she is prone to great acts of sin, and pride, wrath, lust, and avarice all ring most strongly with her. They call out to her like base desires, compelling her to action and driving most of her motivations. A demon without sin is no demon at all, and her demonic ancestry is without question.

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QUIRKS:
Amatricina is above all else, a very proud creature. She dislikes anything that she finds insulting to her or demeaning. This extends to her bloodline, her race, even her entire realm if need be. She believes demons are firmly the strongest race in all creation, only they can survive the immaterial horrors of life within the demon realm, and only they can truly master the powerful Dark Energies that emanate from within it. This pride makes Amatricina haughty, self centered, and selfish to a point. She adores herself, especially flaunting her beauty or strength whenever it suits her.

She can be quite capricious, given to swift changes of mood when irritated. A moment of self indulgence ruined in an instant by an unwanted interruption, turning demeanor to wrath and contempt. Often cold and harsh with those around her, Amatricina has little desire to make actual friendships, she sees those beneath her as little better than tools to support her whims, and those above her as rivals to be bested. Family is the sole exception, and the bonds of kinship run thick in her veins. Without strong familial bonds, demonkind would turn into little more than an endless feuding parricide as ambitions clash. At worst Amatricina is distant and aloof with her kin, at best they are her few friends and close confidants.

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BONDS:
Tartaros: Amatricina’s beloved father, a venerable fire demon king who ruled with a burning, molten fist. To his friends he was stern, authoritative, and firm. And to his enemies, he was destruction made manifest, a force of nature that could not be bargained or pleaded with, collecting debts that could only be paid in blood and souls. Fortunately for his many enemies and rivals, Tartaros has long since passed from the living. His long life ended and his essence returned to the black immaterium from whence all demons came. He left behind an imposing brood of descendants, sired by his many wives, concubines, and consorts. Amatricina is chief among them, being both the eldest and strongest of his lineage, making her the heir of his bloodline.

To Amatricina, Tartaros was a demon worth idolizing. Her father projected strength and power with his every action. Though distant and unconcerned with his numerous spawn during her youth, this did little to stem Amatricina’s adoration of her father. He was an ever dutiful teacher, whether he realized or not, and she grew to shape both her world view and her actions off his own. The strength of demonkind, the pride of her lineage, the endless gnawing hunger for power, all originate as much in her father’s bloodline as in his teachings. As she grew older, this was not unnoticed by the lord Tartaros. He beamed with pride at the demoness his daughter had become, both in deeds and in ideology. The two were rarely far from one anothers' side, a dutiful daughter, now also a close confident and loyal vassal. When her father died it was the only time Amatricina allowed others to see her cry openly. His enemies thought his bloodline weak and vulnerable with their patriarch defeated by the cruel hand of time. Amatricina proved them wrong, and she and her siblings cleaved a river of blood from the bodies of their slain enemies. A time of great sorrow exceeded only by an even greater bloodshed.

Bonara: Amatricina’s departed mother, a regal fire demoness that held a cold, calculated cunning behind the facade of a disinterested spouse. Behind every man there is his wife, and behind her lay the broken bodies of their enemies. If Tartaros were the sword, then Bonara was the dagger. She held a knack for intrigue, guile, and scheming that rivaled her husband’s lust for battle and conquest. Amatricina was less close with her mother, but loved her dearly nonetheless. The elder demoness found little time for her children, and took an active dislike of those amongst the brood she did not sire herself. For to be a demon’s first wife is to be his most coveted possession. It is assumed her children will be his strongest, most capable, and most deserving of carrying on their father’s name. And for Bonara, that held true. Amatricina was first among the children of her father’s first wife, the strongest, brightest, and most ambitious of his brood. For this fact alone she earned her mother’s doting affections, though at times her mother saw her more as her own living legacy than as a flesh and blood daughter.

Amatricina saw more of her mother than father during her formative years. Nursed at her mother’s breast, raised by her hand. She was shaped from a young age first by her mother, giving her personage the rough outline that was then molded by her father’s ruthless charisma. As a result Amatricina inherited every ounce of her mother’s haughty, regal nature. Her love of culture, class, and sophistication all comes from her mother’s love of the finer things in life. For she was a demoness that believed life was only living if it was lived in grandeur, the sin of excess strong within her. Her disdain for those beneath her, and constant plotting to topple those above her also stem from her mother’s guiding influence. Bonara ultimately outlived Tartaros by several decades. Though she mourned her husband’s passing, she ran his realm as regentess until one of their sire proved capable of carrying on the family legacy. It was during these waning final years she grew closest to her daughter, expressing regret for being largely distant to Amatricina for the majority of her adult life. Many grievances were reconciled, and it was with clear conscious that the demon matriarch finally slipped back into the Void.

The Brood of Tartaros: The unofficial name for her father’s numerous offspring, Amatricina’s relationship varies with the many siblings, half siblings, and bastard children she shares her father’s bloodline with. They range from everything from close friends and beloved advisers, to loyal soldiers and commanders, to merely tolerated and ignored due to their mutual kinship. The same notion is held by the Brood itself. Those distant with Amatricina know it is for good reason, and they avoid her wrath only due to their shared ancestry, they will make their own way through life void of her assistance or affection. Whereas those close to her can expect her full support and cooperation through their hardships, having long since earned her trust and respect through their own prowess and ability. It is the nature of their kind, as blood is always thicker than water. And the Demon Realm runs red with blood.

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BACKSTORY:
Amatricina was born close to 2,000 years ago, in an age when most of the galaxy was still killing each other with swords and spears, the Demon Realm had already held thriving civilization for millions of years. The first offspring of the union between her parents Tartaros and Bonara, Amatricina was said to have come out of the womb already spitting fire with her fangs bared. A feisty child, she was never content with her surroundings, always demanding “more” of whatever it was that pleased her. As time passed more and more siblings joined her clan, and though she lamented the loss of individual attention, she was delighted to gain playmates and companions. Her domineering personality always led her to be “first” among equals, and from even an early age she was always placing herself at the head of anything revolving around her siblings.

From a young age Amatricina was taught the ancient arts of combat, as all proper demons are. Chiefly by her father Tartaros, a powerful demon warlord in his own right, but her mother Bonara was known to share her wisdoms from time to time. As with most things, Amatricina took quickly to it, excelling in the violent bloodlust that is battle. As a demon violence and cruelty is as natural to her as breathing, and channeling that love of suffering into a focused discipline is the most important aspect of a demon’s training. Hundreds of years passed in mundanity, the endless cycle of a demoness transitioning from infancy into juvenilism, eventually into adolescence. As the eldest among her siblings, she came to be seen as the first among them, both in age and ability. Not even her eldest brothers could best her in sparring, and the younger of her kin looked up to her as an example of what they must become like, or silently looked upon her in unspoken envy.

As time passed Amatricina became a more important part of her father’s rule. When she was old enough, she began to participate in his battles, joining alongside his demon warriors in the endless battles for supremacy they waged against rival clans and bloodlines. These were the first true test of her skills in combat, and much honor and glory was gained fighting at her father’s side. Her burning wrath cleansing swaths through enemy ranks wherever her feet tread. Victories mounted, glory was won, prestige was earned, and Amatricina grew to be the apple of her father’s eye. Warrior, tactician, and magistrate, and of course, rightful heir. These happy times last many centuries, and for well over a millenia Amatricina served loyally.

But all good things must come to an end, for Tartaros for no longer the demonic warlord in the prime of his life. Now an aged old man, his strength waning as he entered his twilight years. Much of the administrative work within his domain was left to Amatricina’s mother, while she herself tended to the needs of the battlefield. Now in sole command of her father’s armies, presiding over her retinue of commanders cut from the stock of his finest soldiers, and her most capable siblings. It was during the decades that she came to accept the fact her father, no matter how venerable he may be, was only mortal. Nothing in the universe lasts forever, and someday she would be taking up his mantle fully. It hardened her black heart, and steeled her resolve. Every day became a personal challenge to better prepare herself to ascend to her father’s throne. Every battle a chance to further hone her skills for the day she would permanently stand at the head of his legions. This renewed purpose filled the demoness with newfound fervor, the fires within her burning just as bright as those that seared her foes to blackened cinders.

Then one day, it finally came, the event she had silently dreaded for over a century. Tartaros took his left breath, the flames in his eyes at last burning out. A day of mourning was held, along with a lengthy funeral complete with expected ceremonies. Amatricina could attend little of it, for when a demon warlord dies his foes strike their fiercest. She was on the battlefield for much of that black day, tears softly streaming from her eyes even as she burned out the eyes of her foes. Thousands were slain in a day of bloodshed, every rival clan and kingdom that held grievance against the dread Tartaros crashing against the gates at once. A brief truce between rivals as they sought to undo their mutual enemy.

In the end Amatricina prevailed, and her father’s, now her realm remained intact. Her mother Bonara tended to much of the day to day operation of their kingdom, at least initially. She too was in her twilight years, not that the proud demoness would ever freely admit the wear of age was sapping her strength. The elder demoness slowly came to relinquish more and more of her duties to her eldest daughter though, and as the decades past she resigned herself to a quiet fate confident in the knowledge her daughter was truly prepared to rule. Their family legacy in good hands, she too came to accept the cold embrace of death. The second blackest day in Amatricina’s life, though one that could not be avoided.

Since the passing of her parents Amatricina has ruled her kingdom from atop her burning throne. Honoring their memory as any proud child can, by carrying on their legacy as only she is able to. The Demon Realm is a place of endless conflict, the beings within never content, always clawing tooth and nail for more. To maintain is as difficult a task as to conquer, and the burden of ruling hangs heavy over any warlord’s head. It is not an easy life, but Amatricina can envision no other one, and no better purpose than the one given to her by her parents. For she is a fire demon, born in the black abyss of the Demon Realm, forged in darkness, tempered with flame.

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CALL TO ACTION:
In recent years Amatricina has grown tired of merely maintaining the territory her father and father’s fathers had carved out for their clan. The Demon Realm is a big place, though a fraction of the size of the mortal universe. A creature of boundless ambitions, burning wrath, and unending avarice, Amatricina longs for the simple pleasure that is conquest. Material possessions exist to be acquired, lesser beings live to serve those stronger than them, and lands exist to be claimed. The fires of conquest burn in her heart, and she has stirred herself to action.

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STARTING BUILD

FIGHTING STYLE:

SKILL POINTS:

FIGHTING (Accuracy): 30
ENERGY CONTROL (Damage): 10
REFLEXES (Defense): 5
RESILIENCE (Health): 5

TECHNIQUES:

EQUIPMENT:

30,000 Zeni. No starting equipment.

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MISCELLANEOUS

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