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• Name:
Esil Idott
• Age:
24
• Division:
Japanese Branch
• Class/Species:
Devil Feeder
• Abilities:
Physical Prowess - A trained body and a trained mind, Esil is physically capable to compete on par with her peers.
• Personality:
Easily swayed to follow others, Esil doesn't seem to have much ambition or idea of what all may be going on. Though, always relaxed and chilled to an easy vibe; nothing seems able to faze her either. Some may wonder why she is here in the first place, a seemingly poor fit to carry out the duties she's been ordered to; but thanks to her lax nature she's been highly capable to see the jobs done to the end without any hiccups.
• Background:
"Here's your hot cocoa, miss. Let me know if there's anything else I could get you. There may be snow outside, but we have plenty of refills."
There wasn't much of a reply from the blonde sitting alone, but she didn't expect any. It was a late night all around and she could only wonder what a girl as young as her was doing out so late. Any more than idle guesses was above the pocket change she received as payment for 'honest' work. Of course, she had nothing bad to say about her job; but there just wasn't anything to say period. Except that her time working here had come to an end as she had been able to get a new job elsewhere in the city. To night was her last night working this diner; just as soon as their last customer left and she finished cleaning up.
Not another soul entered the diner, though the waitress did wake to the sound of a small bell jingling. Having dozed off in shift, she looked to see her guest had just left. Walking around the counter to clean off the table which the girl sat, she collected the tab and the receipt. Changing out of her work attire and greeted the morning shift worker one final time. Leaving through the back as the second blonde left this job for another; wooden sword in hand as she took her first deep breath as part of her new life.
There wasn't much of a reply from the blonde sitting alone, but she didn't expect any. It was a late night all around and she could only wonder what a girl as young as her was doing out so late. Any more than idle guesses was above the pocket change she received as payment for 'honest' work. Of course, she had nothing bad to say about her job; but there just wasn't anything to say period. Except that her time working here had come to an end as she had been able to get a new job elsewhere in the city. To night was her last night working this diner; just as soon as their last customer left and she finished cleaning up.
Not another soul entered the diner, though the waitress did wake to the sound of a small bell jingling. Having dozed off in shift, she looked to see her guest had just left. Walking around the counter to clean off the table which the girl sat, she collected the tab and the receipt. Changing out of her work attire and greeted the morning shift worker one final time. Leaving through the back as the second blonde left this job for another; wooden sword in hand as she took her first deep breath as part of her new life.
• Inventory:
Hand wraps - work out bandages covering her hands to help with padding and keeping her grip.
Wooden sword - Her weapon of choice, she has exception experience in wielding.
Holster belt bag - Her choice of purse. Easy place to store things, tied around her skirt. Has a latch to keep things from falling out.
Wooden sword - Her weapon of choice, she has exception experience in wielding.
Holster belt bag - Her choice of purse. Easy place to store things, tied around her skirt. Has a latch to keep things from falling out.