Name: Kira Zakayev
Age: 17
Race: Human (Mostly)
Class/Job: Warrior/Monk
Looks:
Image - TinyPic - Share the Experience!™ Normal
Image - TinyPic - Share the Experience!™ Fully Enraged
Skills/spells:
Berserk: When real combat begins, Kira's bloodlust comes forth and drives her on to deliver stronger and stronger blows upon her enemies. She gets stronger the longer combat lasts, and the more injured she is the harder she hits.
Iron-arm: Kira is far stronger then she looks as a result of the magical designs tattoo'd across her body. Able to wield massive weapons like her axes with remarkably little effort, she can bring an immense amount of raw physical muscle to bear on her foes, to their detriment.
Show you a Devil: When enraged, badly injured or really enjoying a fight, Kira can psyche herself up to be stronger, faster, and better then she already is. The seals on her hands spread across her body, her apperance growing more feral and sprouting several gouging spines from her back. In this form, she is far faster and stronger then before, but after sustaining iit for a few minutes she returns to normal and becomes dangerously exhausted.
Weapon: A pair of axes, which have no names. One of them looks to be a handaxe, if a hand was rather large-the head of the weapon is about seven inches across or so, and the haft of it perhaps a foot. Her other axe is larger still, the head of it maybe a foot and a half across and the haft perhaps two. These weapons are monstrously heavy, and runic designs flow across their blades. Kira doesn't much notice the weight, it seems.
Gear: Her gear consists of a gem on either hand, which seem to act like magnets to the massive axes she wields-when thrown, or left elsewhere, the weapons are pulled back to the gem by some form of magic, though damned if Kira knows or cares what it is. Aside from that, she's got a pair of pants, a shirt and some gold from his last mercenary job, and that's about it.
Personality: A simple woman, Kira asks little from the world-some drink, a good fight, and perhaps a man or so every now and then. A fun loving berserker, she enjoys the thrill of battle a bit too much. Although there is more to her then what can be easily seen, of course, she tries to drown that part of her in drink-and looks to be succeeding.
History: For a seventeen year old woman, Kira has seen more then her share of battles, and looked for just about every one of them. A woman of the southern deserts from a tribe known far and wide for its barbaric witchcraft and it's binding of devils and demons into it's warriors, Kira was kicked out long ago from her tribe by her father, who deemed her unworthy when the binding only partially worked. Cast out and without a backward glance, Kira made her way north as a sell sword.
misc.: Woman'd! Any better? Sorry for the wait, my computer kinda died on me for a while there.