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Efrain-san has a minion!

Minion the Yellow Snow Fairy

Efrain-san
Legacy Name: Efrain-san

The

Sun Manchu
Owner:

Samii_desire

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 31st, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 2nd, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Not up for roleplay until she becomes Reborn

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Basic Information

Name - Efrain
Age - 19
Gender - Female
Sexuality - Bisexual, with male preference
Status - Single and looking
Ethnicity - Unknown
D.O.B. - July 26
Zodiac Sign - Leo
Occupation - Bounty Hunter
Living Quarters - Nothing permanent

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Appearance

Eyes - Light crimson
Hair - Short, just below ears, apple red
Skin - Lightly tan
Clothing - Any fit, usually in the colors of fire and slightly revealing
Scars - Two, one on her left hip that runs all the way down the outside of her leg and another across her back, starting at the left shoulder and running to her right hip.
Tattoos - One, a monkey outlined in black and filled in with gradients of fire colors, located on her right hip just below one of her scars, tribal
Piercings - Ears once

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Personal Story

My mother was a slave mistress, my father a cruel master who kept her around only for his pleasure, because he liked the way she sounded when she screamed. The only reason I was even allowed to be born was because my mother begged, saying that it was his child too and making him a bargain. If the child were born a male, he would keep it to replace him when the time came, to be an heir as it were since his real wife had bore him no children. If the child were female, it would be given to someone on the outside to raise, so that it would never know the truth of its birth. I'm not surprised that bastard didn't hold true to his word.
My mother bore me, a daughter, and while she lay weak from the labor he took me from her arms and decided to keep me, to raise me as his son despite the fact that I was a girl because he still had no sons of his own and needed someone, at least for the moment, to look as if they would replace him when the time came. Really, he was just biding his time until one of his mistresses bore him a son, then he would have me killed and make it look like an accident, so that his real son could take over.
Thankfully, that never came to pass. Fate seemed to curse his cruelty, and all the children born after I were girls as well. Still, I was raised a boy, raised to be a proper member of a semi-royal house. I trained with weapons, learned to ride animals, and studied both academic areas as well as battle tactics. It was all going smoothly, until the night of my eighteenth birthday.
That night, a terrible pain began to well up in my hip. I thought for sure that it was only my old scar, obtained from a sparring match with some other boys, acting up again, but the pain only got worse. I was screaming, my hip burning, until my mother came for me. She gave me some kind of medicine that put me to sleep, and when I woke the next morning I found a mark in the shape of a monkey on my hip where the pain had been. No one could explain this, not even my father, until he consulted his seers and one told him that I held great power and would be a threat to his position on the throne. Not only that, but this power was what was keeping his wife and mistresses from bearing him sons.
The next day, I was called in to see the seer. I was nervous, but I tried to act as proper as possible. At least, until the old man took his staff and stabbed me in the heart. The pain was enough to make me pass out, and I thought for sure I would never see the light of day again, that death would come for me. Thankfully, that was never so, I woke to the sound of birds chirping and the scent of forest after fresh rain. My mother was kneeling over my body, and she smiled when I opened my eyes.
Something felt different, though, and it was then that my mother explained how my father had the seer kill me so I would no longer be a threat to him, how she had saved me from death and stole me away to the woods to recover. I couldn't go back to that, they would only kill me again, so my mother told me to run, to leave her behind and go off on my own, to live a proper life. Before we parted ways, she also told me that because I had been pierced through the heart most of my emotions were now gone, scattered in the form of small blood red jewels across the land. If I ever wished to lead a normal life I should seek them out by listening to what little heart I had left.
What I found was that without my other emotions, anger and rage took over. Like the flames that made up the colors of the mark on my hip, I became impulsive and rash but did not mind it one bit. Instead, I used this new emotion to make a living. Using what money my mother had given me, I purchased a pair of pistols and went to the local pub, finding the wanted posters hanging everywhere. I inquired, and was quickly given a small gadget that would keep track of what bounties were still good, which ones had been revoked and which ones had been claimed already. With that in hand, I set out on a journey to live a life of danger.
Not long after I started hunting I met a man named Sigrun. He had chased me down, hearing of a hunter with a monkey tattoo on her hip, and told me that the mark meant I was the Fire Warrior, and I was destined to help him defeat the Dark Warrior Krystalle and save the world. I scoffed at him, thinking that it was all a joke, but he assured me it was not. Either way, I wasn't inclined to go with him, but he offered me good pay if I would help him bring the woman down so I finally agreed. After that I was left behind at a small base he had set up, only to be forced into training two of the other Warriors as he found them and brought them back. It's a pain in the ass, really, but now we're all assembled and ready to go bitch hunting. I can't wait.

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Battle Information

Character Class - Steam Gunner (guns)
Weapon of Choice - Small Guns (pistols and the like, easy to reload and accurate)
Alignment - Chaotic Good (follows heart to the end but is inclined to do good)

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Art

Efrain's Art

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Minions

Coming soon

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Treasure Box

Coming soon