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Operation: Dead Man's Hand

There we go, hope it fits in well enough, can make changes if needed.

Dead Man's Graveyard!

Nelia

Name: Nelia Castilla

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance:
A hard around the edges latino woman, standing about 5'8" and weighing 143 LB. Typically looks the part of almost always been in that recent scrap with notable cuts and previous injuries upon her face.

Personality: Persistently stubborn and a take no crap attitude, Nelia enjoys showing a tough exterior to everyone but the most close of friends and family, making her seem like the typical bad girl who can back it up.

Skills: +High endurance/pain tolerance: Nelia was raised hard, all her life she has been living the streets trying to make a living for herself in any way possible, due to this and the many fights she's been in she has developed a strong body capable of taking punishment repeatably without succumbing to the pain like most would, instead keep on going.
+Hand to hand: Nelia is quite good with her fists and legs in order to fight, having been trained in Muay Thai and Brazilian jujitsu since she was five years old by her father, pushing her to the limits, she has been fighting for as long as she can remember in both underground rings and on the streets in order to make cash. She's developed a natural understanding through trial and error how to avoid attacks and dish out her own against an opponent, making her naturally better than most when it comes to fighting, able to go to the lengths of melee weaponry disarms, such as knives or baseball bats.
+Street wits: By far not the most intelligent in matters, she does however know the streets quite well, growing up poor and having to make a living for herself in fighting, she found she could mix in with the hoods and bikers more easily than anything, knowing the go by routes of how muggings are done and general set up procedures, and how to avoid the most of them. She can usually see when something is fishy about a deal, per say, or when something seems too good to be true, so she is naturally cautious.
+Medium acrobat: Nelia has grown up with the streets, having been on the run from the police and angry hoods many times she has developed a knack for being able to maneuver the environment easily, such as vaulting any fence up to seven feet easily by either straight up running or pushing off a nearby wall, to jumping into windows without severely injuring herself, the most lengths she could go to is climbing most buildings via the pipes or windows without much of a risk to herself. This naturally makes her able to outrun most people easily or chase down others with a good amount of stamina in her system to fight once shes caught up to them.

Weakness: -Pain pill addiction: Throughout her life Nelia has been taking slightly large amounts of pain pills to avoid the knock of high pain fighting brings, due to this her body has accepted a natural pain tolerance at the cost of Nelia wanting pain pills through a course of addicting urges, to the point of sweating, enlarged pupils, occasional vomiting, rapid breath, anxiety, shaking of the hands that could make gripping things difficult and slight watery eyes making vision difficult as-well if she goes to long without them or if a injury occurs to heighten the need for the drugs. She didn't ever complete therapy for this, due to the outbreak.
-Not the smartest: Nelia knows enough of the streets, but give her any complex math problem or puzzle and she won't likely find out the answers to it any time soon, she wouldn't be able to figure out a high end business mans motives or stop a diabolical plan very easily through intelligence, only thing she's ever known is punching someone in the face, after all.
-Cocky as could be: When it comes to situations, , once she gets to a task she thinks she can handle it even if she can't, being far too hard headed for her own good. She'll boast she can do something when she can't, in order to make the bad to the bone attitude fling in easier to people she doesn't even know, bound to cause problems in any team effort.
-Overly aggressive streaks/anger issues: Throughout the years Nelia has become easily prone to anger outbursts, starting fights over arguments and beating the tar out of people just for looking at her wrong, she also went through light therapy for this, and it's only improved in the slightest bits, she doesn't quite start fights as much, but she's still prone to anger at any moment. Due to this, she also has a very wise mouth, smarting off in order to make the opponent in the situation angry as-well, just for kicks.
-Compulsive gambler: Not in the most sense of the word of actually gambling, but Nelia has a big track record of taking odds in bad places, treating life like a game of chance, wanting to beat the odds. If the situation seems bad, she'll be bound to attempt to roll the dice in some way to try and beat it, stubbornly so if need be, just to see if her plan works or not. Even if it's a horrid plan.
-Hearing problem; Due to many blows to her head in the past on her fighting career, she's ended up with a hearing problem; due to this she cannot hear as well as others can making her miss some things said if it's not loud enough, meaning sneaking up upon her is a lot easier than it would be on any normal person, or completely missing a long distance event due to the shorter range of notice.

Equipment: She just so happened to be wearing a black tank top, black leather short crop biker like jacket, black cargo pants, black athletic shoes and black finger-less gloves before the outbreak occurred, and is still wearing it.

Dark brown duffle bag that she usually carries money in for fight winnings, with three packs of beef jerky, and two water bottles, not having enough time to pack anything else.

History: Nelia grew up in Hells Kitchen, New York, when she was five years old her father forced her into martial arts to be like himself and take the fighters career, make it big or become nothing. Due to his hard exterior she thought he never actually cared about her, she kept learning though, fierce to win his love, but he never showed it openly. When she was seventeen she began her offical fight career, so to speak, she lost her first fight, as most usually do, but soon began rising on the street radar's, picking up ears in the more underground areas, when she was twenty one she already had a streak of thirteen wins and two losses, though that naturally drew the wrong eyes.

Soon enough criminal organizations picked up on her victories, wanted to own her and draw income to themselves, foolish as she was, she got drawn into one of the organizations, promising her big, be able to make it up high. She fought for them for awhile, until a crime lord decided to try and kill her, get her off the radar and prevent the opposing org from gaining profit, she managed to escape the hired thugs, using back alleys and shortcuts to avoid the hunt. From then on her trust in people grew more cold, she began hustling, more or less, adapting as much has possible, while still doing street fights, once she earned enough she went to Asheville, to get away from all the crime, it only took a year however until the outbreak struck, once again sending her into another twist.]

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Operation: Dead Man's Hand

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Operation: Dead Man's Hand

This looks interesting, i'll guess this is still in the works of being flung into motion. Suppose i'll pop up a character for this, should I post it in the depo or here for you to check it over?

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Looking for a match.

Ah well. I probably won't use her for awhile regardless. Going to make up a new match with a newer char i've been thinking of for more realism touches, with a bit extra rules on it like stamina and such. Was fun though, in the future we can try again perhaps.

Looking for a match.

Nah, you had a chance, just kinda went full guns blazing against a full defense. Heavy attack vs fast defensive stance, not the best option. We can go for another one in the future perhaps, no problem. She is a bit of a strong character, usually meant to fight the big dogs of characters. Been using her for some amount of time now, xD.

Looking for a match.

I should tell you now that her natural trait the Dark Seraphim drain has been used from the start, each post he'll feel slightly weaker, steadily. Closer he is to her, the faster it is. Think of it as in times modes, so far away it's like a x5 effect, slower. Close up it's x10 effect, faster. More he uses power up close, the more it drains. Due to him using energy.

Battle of the dark (bushidoxisamu2&Punishment)

She simply stood there, watching him with a calm expression. What he didn't know, is that she was no rookie in battle, she's fought in wars for many ages, close up combat of many styles being apart of that, Roman, Greek, German, Russian, Aztec, all of these different styles in history she has fought against and observed, learned the humans style, not only that, but she took her own training as a Seraphim to begin with long ago.

She watched as he dashed, only tilting her sword a slight bit more, angling her knees down slightly in preparation, her right foot edging back to create spacing for her sword arm while her left remained in it's centered position, though tilted the slightest bit. Her wings however, moved closer to her front, covering even more of her body at the front, making a very small target to strike at, eliminating his zig-zaging maneuver tactic in a single twitch of wing span. She ignored the false jab, as it was directed to her flank, even if it struck, she was guarded, her eyes followed the makeshift spear as her power grew even more around them, the wind picking up speed, becoming a force of at least ten miles per hour, capable of whipping hair astray easily and wildly, but not enough to disrupt unbalanced people's footing in the least, it was growing however.

When he finally did attack, aiming from the right side, her wing raised almost automatically, as if having a mind of it's own, her eyes still locked on the spear, but now her eyes locked on him, watching him as his arm flowed downward. Soon enough, within a heartbeat of a moment, the clash of the spear and her wing hit, one thing he would now know, is that her wings were more than for flight and show, it was like hitting a force-field of pure concrete, stopping the force of impact in one solid action with enough force that it'd seem like someone just ran into a moving shield to the face. Ten tons of force hitting the pure power of not only her own darkness flow, but her bodily flow of energy, her wings giving off a slight shimmer of color at the impact.

She was prepared for an attack however, with the stance she took before he charged and during he charge, she suddenly sprung into her own counter-attack, her wing that the makeshift spear hit suddenly pushed out, slamming into the weapon and moving it upward, as she herself moved, her right foot slid forward and she launched her sword in a arc to the upper right-to-left side of her opponent, coming in a upwards diagonal angle. Hoping to use the heavy attack against her opponent with a lightning quick precise counter-attack to the stomach going up to the shoulder and out in one fell swoop. The dark, chaotic, hellish power of the sword giving off a burning sensation even as it grew closer to her opponent...as if happy to want to taste flesh.

Battle of the dark (bushidoxisamu2&Punishment)

While he maneuvers himself to dodge the makeshift distraction blast, she focused the inner energy of the cross to change it into her sword, the length transferring across until it became the length of a large obsidian black looking long-sword with a silver like cross-guard, humming with it's own energy, then she stood, her wings unfolding slightly, still arced around her to provide a shield from every angle except for below and in front of her, her eyes however, searching the darkness, and his power flow of utilizing it, found him within moments and she turned, facing him.

She watched as he raised the metal sign post, making it a weapon, she just watched, lowering her sword to a angle, within her right hand, her leather looking like gloves clenching the grip of the sword as she watched him, around them her power seemed to flow through the dark, starting to twirl the air around them both slowly, she shifted her stance some during the pick up of the dark wind, becoming into a speed focused defensive stationary stance with her wings covering points so that she can focus on everything in front of her easily.