Lirit Drimitrios

Superhuman


Name: Lirit Dimitros (Liri)


Age: 19

Birthplace: South of Saint Petersburg, Russia.


Looks:

Spoiler:

Liri stands 5’8 with ankle length black hair highlighted with pink, and startling Coal-gray eyes that look as if they see straight through a person’s soul. Her heart shaped face and plump lips draw most of the attention as they contrast against her pale skinned, athletically toned body. She wears a black spaghetti top with shorts and multiple studded belts. Her torso wrapped in bandages of black leather. Under the belts, Liri sports a black leather clutch Shred nets go all the way up her legs and are accompanied by knee high gothic style buckled boots. On Liri’s back she sports a short sword and a partnering long sword on her waist; fighting needles are hidden in a bracelet that decorates her right arm. In each boot she conceals one throwing knife. To conceal her weapons and cover her body she wears a black trench coat made from leather.


Personality: Lirit is a quiet person at first glance, though in reality she is a very open minded and vocal person. She like to be in the midst of talk when it's about her, be it good or bad and even tends to laugh at her own faults if they are indeed a fault and not a lie made to slander her. She isn't very trusting of people or spirits at first, but she still puts on an emotional mask when dealing with them.

Lirit is very playful with the people she knows always rude and sarcastic only becoming serious when the situation calls for it, and often time playing mental games with everyone around her. She is very good at hiding her emotions, but when something is bothering her she becomes extremely polite.


Gender: Female


Occupation: Drifter


Special Characteristics: Liri is a wonderful artist always drawing when she has the free time, her Russian roots often come out when she is relaxed as she starts to speak Romanian and Russian when she really gets into what she is doing. When she isn’t drawing she is often stealing fruit from outdoor stands or gardens. Having been caught once or twice she has also taken it upon herself to learn a mix martial arts style of fighting. Aside from Romanian and Russian Liri also speaks French, Spanish , English and Japanese fluently.


Race: Russian


Special Power- Elemental manipulation


General Power: Lirit has the ability to bend the elements to her will, though at first she is only able to manipulate wind as it is the easiest to master because it is all around a person.


Techniques/Abilities:

Pressure Control: Lirit condenses the air around a person to make their limbs feel heavier and to slow them down. She can also use this technique to start suffocating a person by smothering them in too much air. However the amount of concentration and energy the latter takes is too much to actually hold it in place long enough to kill; she mainly uses this tech to capture a target. In desperate times she has also used this technique in a more refined manner to guide a thrown weapon up to the point where she can completely change its direction, though she can only do something like that when she is in mortal danger acting out of instinct rather than conscious thought when her adrenaline is pumping at high levels.

Acupuncture: By mixing the air around her with the sand from the ground, Liri create a dust cloud, with that she can send the grains spiraling at an opponent like a needle or multiple needles (up to 5 at rank 0 and adding two per rank) and cause an opponent extreme pain. Or she can create a javelin for a more permanent solution to an enemy. [Duration 3 posts, Cooldown 3 after full use]

Cyclone Gun: Creating a small cyclone around her wrist Lirit is able to launch the needles she wears as a bracelet at blinding speed and enough force to embed them into a brick wall. While not as accurate as throwing the needles the it is less conspicuous because all she has to do is point. Thus this Technique is usually used as an opening move or a trunk card mid-battle when the enemy is at close range. [3 times per thread]


Stats: (you begin with 60 points to distribute around)

Spirit Power: 20

Speed: 10

Fighting skill: 10

Intelligence: 20


History: Living in Russia Lirit didn’t have much of a home life. She started to wander around the town and found out of the spirit world at the early age of 5. Having the ability to speak them she learned the secrets of Saint Petersburg; everything from the secret ingredients from local restaurants to what really happened to her so called mother second husband. It was till she got mixed up in the mob that she had to run to a rural part of Romania near Constanta.

Being the product of rape her mother always saw her as non-existent. Killing what was left of her detached mother and little brother. It was then that she discovered her powers to manipulate There she learned to be little or never trusting of the living or the dead. With the streets as her trainer she learned out to incorporate spirit pressure with her fighting style that is so diverse that she just named it Lili.


Role Playing Sample:
Walking into the town she felt the stares but shrugged it off as to the fact that she had such long bright Magenta hair that stood out from her dyed black hair. With her trench buttoned up and her weapons hidden well she hoped that she wouldn't attached any attention that wasn’t out of shire amazement or that she has never been in this town before.

Sighing at the new constant attention that she is getting, she turns to a shaded area within a park not far by. A small smile graced her pale face with her pink tinted lips as she turned to walk toward the park. As she approached it a bench appeared behind a high bush which made her smile even greater as she thought of her sore feet and moist brow from her journey. Setting down her bag on the bench she giggled at herself as she opened the small black pouch and pulled out a somewhat warmed peach.

“ I need to pick you a new addiction. Peaches are starting to get a little old, but they don’t bruise as easily as the others I’ve tried.” Lirit says to herself in her native tongue before she takes a bite from the snack she has had for the past six months. Taking a seat next to her bag she eyes the area carefully, hoping that no one dawns the idea to question her. And to her luck a ball rolls her direction and bumps on her right boot to its stop.

The child ran up to me eyes on the knife I kept in her boot. Throwing the core of the peach in the opposite direction Lirit grabs the ball and offers it to the young boy. With large eyes and giving off fear like radar he took the ball with shaking hands.

”miss why do you have a knife in your boot? Wouldn’t you cut yourself?” he said hugging the fair sized ball in his arms. Smiling Lirit rises from her seat and pulls out the knife from her boot, doing so the boy took a few steps back, and with that Lirit slowly lays it on the grow. The boy took quick interest into the blade, and took a step closer to it to get a good look unknowing let his companions slowly joined him. While doing so her pulls out the holster for the blade and points at it

” Lama aici are un costum facut holsterul pentru cizma mea. Eu am o alta în alte pantof. “ she said without thinking. The children looked at her puzzled and she smiled. Clearing her throat she grabbed the blade and put it in the holster and back into her shoe. The boy with the ball smiled and looked at her dead in the eyes.

With a thick Russian accent she pointed to her boot. ” my boot has holster for the blade. It mean for my boots so it no hurt me. Look. I have other one in my other boot” she said with a small laugh as she point to her other shoe. The girl from the group of boys walked up and got close enough to her to touch Lirit’s hair keeping eye contact the entire way. She nodded to the girl and smiled signaling that she could touch the brad hair that looked as if it hasn’t seen a brush in days. The girl’s face lit up in awe as she stroked it in her hands.

” it feels so soft. How do you take care of it all? It’s so long!” the girl said turning in circles wearing herself with the hair that seemed to imitate a rope in the process. Lirit reached out to the girl to stop and untangled the girl from her own locks of hair. In the process Lirit suddenly feels an immense pressure from behind her. Not wanting to give way of her feeling she continues at the task at hand by retrieving her hair.

As she finishes she stands and feels eyes digging into her back. Turning her head she seems him, tall with dark eyes. She didn’t want to break her gaze but everything inside of her told her to. Looking down she gathers herself only to look back to see that his very own gaze hasn’t left her. Looking him in the eye with pure determination and broadening her shoulders she sees his spirit pressure and smiles.

” ваш даже не человек… ”