Post by Citrion on Apr 27, 2023 22:49:24 GMT
Nora Loretto
Generalities
Name: Nora Loretto
AKA: N/A
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Blood
Faction: The Ouroboros Equation
Squad: N/A
Role: Frontline Fighter
Battle Theme:
Smell of The Game - "Devil Hunter" Battle Theme
Love The Subhuman Self - Devil Hunter Hunter/Main Battle Theme
Rank: D
Red Orbs: 1000
Blue Orbs: 0
Character Description
Physical Appearance(s):
Looking at Nora, one would be quite shocked to learn the kinds of activity she gets into. Standing only at a rather small five feet and seven inches tall, she cuts a very feminine figure thanks to her inherently lithe and slim build. Just at a glance it would be rather hard to pin down where exactly Nora comes from.
Between her lightly caramel colored skin, blonde hair, and crimson eyes she has a rather eye-catching combination of physical features. Some might say that she seems to be the kind of individual that doesn't put too much stock into the concept of high fashion, claiming her attire typically leans towards the practical. But truth be told, this is because the outfits most people claim fall into that category are simply outfits that were meant for comfort rather than flair.
Her sense of fashion is very distinct , embracing a myriad of various subcultures. Most notably she seems to pull her more casual outfits from a combination of the Punk, Skater, and occasionally even Gothic subcultures. This results in outfits that are primarily focused on adding a slight flair to inherently comfortable outfits, typically via use of a variety of jackets and other accessories. Aside from that however, she looks like any other young woman, with no hints to be found as to what her true nature is for even a discerning eye.
Personality: Thanks to her soft, relatively immature facial features most people would find themselves making the assumption that Nora is just another bubbly blonde airhead, full of endless energy to spend. However, she is actually rather different than that.
Almost shockingly well collected, Nora is a prime example of a level head in the vast majority of situations, often being the first to offer her assistance when it is necessary. Her capacity for compassion is what has driven her to side with the Eternities, after all. With that in mind, she isn't always the most..tactful individual.
While she will defer to those above her with nothing but respect she will also actively avoid mincing words, coming off as incredibly blunt and almost too casual in the process. That particular attitude is something that has caused some friction with other functionally nameless members of her particular faction, grinding gears with how often the minutae of titles and epithets wind up being 'forgotten'.
And yet, she still obstinately avoids changing this particular 'mistake' in her vocabulary. An interesting, albeit notoriously stubborn decision. Regardless, she is an incredible asset thanks to her eternally active mind. Even if it isn't actively occupying her mind at the moment, Nora is almost always formulating something or another. If it weren't for her actively carrying weapons, one might well call that creativity her biggest weapon.
But then, those people might not be fully aware of how she operates. At heart, Nora is at least somewhat of a liar. Skilled in making up reasons, motivations, and even full blown excuses on the spot she operates as an agent of the Equation by very simple means. She allows the Devil Hunters to see her as one of them, often appearing when a demon that opposes the goals of Ouroboros appears, selling the 'lie' all the better.
She might not be a pathological liar, but to call her unskilled would be a gross underestimation of her abilities. Generally speaking, Nora can certainly be described as an interesting individual, with well rounded traits. It makes it all the more surprising who she chooses to work for.
Backstory
When two different races come into contact, there is always some exchange between them. Unfortunately, this exchange is not always one that is entirely peaceful. Even among humans, there are always exchanges that result in more violence or hatred than one might otherwise expect. If the humans can't even get along with themselves, what could one say or expect when a devil becomes part of that exchange? Tragedy. That is what one could expect. Born on the Indian Subcontinent in August of 1999, Nora Loretto--born Karishma Madhavi--was initially just another young indian girl who was born into a loving family. A very well off one, at that. She had a nice, happy life for thirteen years, acting like any other young girl--albeit a young girl who occasionally found herself getting into trouble for being just a touch too rough-and-tumble. But that would change three months after her fourteenth birthday. On that day, a group of older men came to her and her small group of friends, harassing them in all sorts of uncomfortable ways, such as commenting on how they would 'see what kind of Dowry their fathers had in mind'.
The comments weren't uncommon. The particular group of men that had started jeering and commenting at them weren't quite old enough to be considered 'old men' or even really 'men'. They were more like high schoolers who got off on making young girls uncomfortable. However, there was one thing that they didn't like. Being ignored. And while they were getting a rise out of the rest of Nora's friend group, she was doing a remarkable job hiding the anger that was bubbling up within her. She bit the inside of her cheek when one of them moved to slap her friend, but pulled back when he was satisfied with her flinch. If the one who was pushing the antagonizing along would have just pulled back on his rampaging ego, perhaps nothing would have changed that day.
But, he didn't. In his anger at Nora's lack of reaction, he smacked her across the face. Before she even realized what she did, she returned the favor with a fist directly into his sternum. The crack was crisp and audible even as the man was sent careening back and into the ground from the force of impact. People scattered, Nora included. The following weeks are to this day, a blur of trauma. The only thing Nora claims to be able to remember is the sound of gunshots. The smell of smoke, of fire..of blood. Indian Superstition is a powerful thing, even in areas where Hinduism was overtaken by Christianity. Some might even claim that those areas are even more superstitious. Not that it served Nora any comfort. At the ripe young age of fourteen, she was an orphan. Claimed to be a demon by those who she had once lived with. Only alive because she had managed to escape the city she lived in.
For the better part of six months this continued. She would find herself squatting in a location, doing her best to survive and try and make things normal, only for some incident or another to force her frankly unhuman physical strength--or in some cases her inhuman ability to heal--to reveal itself. However, her plight would not go unnoticed. In the background of human history, there were several groups that were slowly beginning to become more active in making moves. One such group would find one of it's members taking a keen interest in the young indian girl. It was during a particularly stressful moment. One in which a group from her original home had stumbled across her in a new location. The word of a 'demon child' in their midst had spread like wildfire, and set a mob upon the young girl.
Thanks to the fact that she had only been getting more and more inhuman levels of physical strength, they needed the numbers. But they wouldn't actually get to lay a hand upon her, even after a smaller mob managed to corner her in a blind alleyway. Before one could even so much as lay a finger upon the young girl, Nora would smell an all too familiar, coppery scent on the wind as a warm liquid splattered across her face. Where there had once been a group of five burly men ready to cut her down was instead a figure in a pristine porcelain mask, covered from head to toe in a cloak with a sword in hand.
He made her a simple offer. Stay and die, or come with him and live.
She made the obvious choice.
Over the next year, she learned quite a bit. While the stranger couldn't really help her figure out just how she had the gifts she had, he could help her in a specific way. He brought her up to speed on the truth of reality. Demons did exist, even if nobody believed so, hidden from the human world by a veil that had been sealed by one of the individuals who led the armies of hell through it in the first place. A Veil that was supposedly starting to fail. This truth was revealed to her ten years before the first tear opened up, leading to the Invasion in Florence. However, it was not the only truth revealed to her. Her mysterious benefactor taught Nora many things. The basic concepts of magic and the soul, the normal schooling that she had been so unfortunate as to miss out on, and even something particularly special. An equation that he claimed 'changed everything'. However, he claimed that she was not ready to learn about that last one for quite some time.
As the years passed, Nora grew both as a person and as a fighter. She gained proper command and control over her outbursts of demonic strength, and even had been taught how to fight and defend herself properly. It was one year before the First Tearing happened when Nora's unnamed benefactor finally shared his ultimate truth with her: The Ouroboros Equation. Looking at it only made Nora's vision swim..at first. But then it was like she went through every stereotypical concept of 'enlightenment' at once, as had been portrayed in American films. But what she saw was wildly different than any of those films had promised. She saw a world where people like her weren't run out of towns under threat of death. Where humans, demons, and those in between all lived and operated peacefully under a single ruler. Her soul had expanded, as did her understanding of what her purpose in life was. On that day, Nora was given her final gift from her benefactor: The sword that had saved her life those nine years ago. For the past year, she has been operating as a fully fledged member of The Ouroboros Equation.
She has taken to doing her part to prune Devil Hunters and the Demons who would gather against The Truth in equal measure with a great deal of focus and pride. A world where no young girl has to suffer as she had suffered is worth it all, after all.
Traits
Inhuman Strength
While she isn't entirely sure of where it comes from, Nora has magnitudes more strength packed into her slim figure than anyone would ever think should be possible. Thanks to this she is more than capable of imparting incredible amounts of force onto objects in the world. She is even capable of performing feats of strength that go well beyond what her more 'normal' peers can do, lifting heavier weights and throwing objects with a great deal more force. This particular ability of hers has done nothing but grow in potency as she has gotten older. At its most juvenile state, she was only able to crack a man's sternum and knock him off of his feet with a punch. Now? She is capable of much more.
Healing Factor
Your body innately and unconsciously uses magic to restore any damage done to it. This is an instinctive reaction that tries to keep the abstract shape of your body (i.e. your soul) intact as much as possible.
While you can feel pain just like any other human, your wounds simply heal much quicker than them. Even better, your regenerative factor is so amped up that you can easily regrow lost limbs and survive being stabbed in the chest.
Remember that your stamina isn't unlimited, and that there's things one would wish not to survive from.
Equipment
Name: Heavy Slice
Description: In spite of being part of Ouroboros, Nora has one thing in common with the Devil Hunter crowd. Her weapon of choice is a sword. Heavy Slice is the weapon that Nora was gifted by the mysterious individual who awoke her to The Equation. The weapon itself takes on the form of a rather rough and even weathered looking, slightly oversized Falchion. However, it is unique in the fact that it takes on a slightly tweaked blade shape to a typical falchion, leaning more on the older style of the weapon that is more akin to a machete than a sabre or even arming swords. While it seems to be a normal sword, Heavy Slice is actually the dormant form of the Devil Arm Dantalion, whose true form is currently unknown.
Rank: D
Traits: N/A
Combat Foci
Name: Guiding Slice
Description: While Nora was given plenty of training upon being inducted into the numbers of the unnumbered Eternities, there is one thing that she never really learned: Proper swordsmanship. Her mentor was more focused on honing her potential for the use of magic over her physical body and the weapon she had been given. As a result, her technique is certainly more rough than most. Or at least..it would be if she were using a normal sword. For reasons she's not entirely aware of, her ability with a sword is artificially polished by the dormant spirit within the weapon. This manifests as whispers in her subconscious that only become more clear in moments of extreme danger. The absolute base of this fighting style can be rather safely compared to traditional longsword combat, focusing on precise slashes and blocks. Nora utilizes Heavy Slice in her dominant hand while using this Combat Focus, her free hand being used for devastating unarmed strikes and grapples meant to take advantage of her enhanced strength. Though, deep down, Nora can't help but feel like this isn't quite how she's meant to use this weapon..
Rank: D
Aspects: N/A
Name: Fist of Astaroth
Description: Martial Arts have their place in the world. But what do you do when your body has so much physical strength that no existing martial art really fully feels like it 'fits'? You create your own. Through extensive study and practice, Nora has created the foundation of a fighting style all her own. Dubbed the 'Fist of Astaroth' to pay homage to part of her heritage, this fighting style can be handily summarized as a combination of Muay Thai and Boxing, thrown together with all the logic and 'planning' of a street fight. While this sounds chaotic, the ultimate outcome is simple: Unarmed strikes that pack enough power to harm even demons. The style could stand some refinement, as it currently is only reinforced by sheer physical resistance and luck.
Rank: D
Aspects: N/A
Techniques
None, Yet.
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