Information

Maori-san
Legacy Name: Maori-san

The

Sun Serpenth
Owner:

DarkAutumnRose

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 5 days

Born: January 3rd, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 28th, 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

Sun because of

Dene, thank you so much!
Overlay by

DUI

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Basic Information

Name - Maori
Age - Unknown, appears late twenties
Gender - Female
Sexuality - Bisexual, with male preference
Status - Open and looking
Ethnicity - Unknown
D.O.B. - Unknown
Zodiac Sign - Unknown
Occupation - Artisan (bone jewelry)
Living Quarters - Nothing permanent

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Appearance

Eyes - Neon green
Hair - Long, mid back and loose, cherry red
Skin - Tan
Clothing - Tight, flame colors, mostly shorts and short tops
Scars - Many, mostly around hands from creating things
Tattoos - One, a serpent located on the left hip, outlined in black and filled in with crimson red, tribal
Piercings - None

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Personal Story

All my life, I've been the girl that no one wants to mess with. I had two older brothers and grew up learning to wrestle with them, to be tough and take the pain when I was hurt, be it physically or emotionally. Mom never approved, I always dressed like my brothers and kept my hair short so I looked like them. They were my best friends, growing up I always went to them when I had problems.
It's too bad my dad was a drunk, and he constantly beat my mother and brothers, since they'd hide me away when dad went into one of his fits and take the blame for not knowing where I was. It hurt me to watch, but I knew they were protecting me and stayed quiet. One night, I fell asleep in the closet where my brothers often stowed me with my headphones in. Dad wasn't home when we went to bed, so I was sleeping in the closet so my brothers wouldn't be caught off guard and not have time to get to me when he finally did come home.
I woke up to silence, which was unusual, and when I tried to open the closet door it wouldn't budge. I couldn't see outside, the door didn't have any vents and there was only an inch or two under the door, not enough to see by. I kept trying the door, but it didn't move. Unable to get out, I curled up and tried to go back to sleep.
The police found me almost a week later, half dead from starvation. As it turns out, my father had beaten my brothers to death for hiding me, then murdered my mother by cutting her head off with a kitchen knife. Finally he hung himself, leaving my brothers bodies against the closet door which was why I was unable to get out.
That was shortly after my twelfth birthday. Traumatized and barely alive, it took me more than a month before the hospital let me out and the system put me in a foster home since I had no other family. Mentally, however, I was never the same. I began finding dead animals, road kill and other such naturally dead things, and making art out of them. Feathers and undamaged fur, and especially bones, made great jewelry. By the time I was out of high school I had a flourishing jewelry business and moved out of my foster parents home so I could live on my own. Death fascinated me, and it disturbed them, so I thought it better to not have them judging me.
What they didn't know was that on the night of my eighteenth birthday a mark appeared on my left hip in the shape of a serpent. I didn't know what it meant, and it wasn't until some years later that I understood what was going on. One night, while I slept, a woman named Krystalle came to me and told me that I was special, I had power, and if I wanted to learn more I could meet with her. I agreed, thinking it was all a dream, but a few days later she showed up at my doorstep, smiling like she'd known all along I was destined for this.
After turning my business over to my partner and bidding her farewell, I left with Krystalle but asked one thing of her - that she never reveal my face to anyone. I wore a mask I had constructed of bones in the shape of a skull with horns, to hide myself from the others. It's not so much out of fear of them as it is fear of myself, I do not like to be seen by strangers usually because it makes me feel as if they are all staring at me. It's a leftover from the mental trauma of my past.
Anyway, there was already a man at the hideout, his name was Borghild. He was kind of an ass, but I rather liked him so we talked, and he ended up training me to use the powers I had been given because of my mark while Krystalle went to find the other two warriors.
Recently, we have all been assembled, so it is now time to hunt down the Light Side and let the final battle take place. I can't wait.

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Battle Information

Character Class - Lord Partizan (poles, spears, and lances)
Weapon of Choice - Spear (generally poison tipped or more of a trident with jagged edges for tearing upon removal)
Alignment - Chaotic Neutral (follows heart, has no love for law but is inclined to kill and cause general mayhem)

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Art

Maori's Art

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Minions

Coming soon

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Treasure Box

Coming soon