Post by Aries Sivo on Feb 16, 2013 19:41:43 GMT -5
SIVO; ARIES; WITCH
Name: Mary Sivo
Nickname: Aries
Age: 370 years old ; appears to be 19-21 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Witch
Class: Two-Star
A Magical Body
Picture:
Appearance: Very skinny and tall, Aries can remind people of a skeleton - she has large, red eyes, that seem distant even when she’s looking at you, sallow skin, and hair so blond it appears white. She has high cheekbones and, when amused, a wide smile that splits her face in a jack-o-lantern grin. Aries looks disheveled, her hair crazy and wild and never brushed. It's clumsily plaited into two loose braids. She has poor hygiene, with yellow teeth and sunken eyes. Rough living has made her dirty and wild looking, although there is a sort of eerie beauty to her. Also, she smells pretty horrible - like rotting flesh from her magic. Her fingers are long and bony, her body thin and, although she is tall, she looks fragile. She doesn’t seem to care about her personal appearance at all, but will re-braid her hair if it gets too messy. Aries has noticeable bruises and scratches and scars all over, mostly on her arms, and will unthinkingly touch them or trace them like other people twirl their hair.
She dresses incredibly simply - nearly always barefoot (with incredibly dirty and mud-caked toes), and a once-white hospital gown. Over that is a straitjacket, untied and unbuckled that she wears as a jacket of sorts. All her clothes are stained and off-yellow from age, although they are intact, save the enormous and old splatters of blood. She long gave up trying to be tidy – her magic was too messy for that.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 153 lbs
Fighting Style:
Biting, clawing, scratching, jabbing people in the eyes - there is no cohesion to her fighting style. Aries simply tries to hurt her opponent as hard as she can. She doesn't care how, and she's often so disconnected that she never, ever shows mercy. She often relies on melee fighting, although her spells are quite powerful.
Personality:
Aries could be called crazy, but most of her "insanity" is the general destructive nature that comes with being a witch, although years of being alone has certainly not helped her crumbling mental state. She can act in ways that are unsettling or creepy, even to other witches, like intensely staring without blinking, either at a person, object or at nothing in particular. She also has a habit of speaking softly to herself, and if you ask her what she has said usually all you’ll get is an ominous giggle in return. She also hums to herself quite often.
She moves very silently, as well. You may see her twenty feet away and then turn your head, only to look back less than a few seconds later to see her right next to you. She likes to collect strange things, like dead and wilting flowers, old dirty teddy bears, and animals she has found dead or killed herself. She mumbles to herself and talks quietly to people only she appears to see, and if she is moved to write things down on paper or a nearby wall it is often in a code that only she understands. Speaking of codes, she can sometimes be found tapping out rhythms with her fingers that seem random and thoughtless, but she will sometimes smile knowingly after, as if she has a secret that only the drumming of her fingers can tell.
She is often very self-destructive, picking at things until they bleed, biting her fingers, walking on glass - she doesn't quite feel the pain, or she doesn't care. She cannot function in public, and reacts wrongly to things - often crying at funny things or laughing at sad situations. She does not understand the concept of pain at all – her own or that of others. Aries does not understand guilt or mercy or love.
Sway the Soul
Spells:
Aries's magic is Blood Magic, or Crormancy, meaning she has the power over blood and can bend it to her will. Her spells are usually initiated by chanting baa, baa, and then the trigger word that spurs the magic.
Baa, baa, bullet: This spell allows Aries to gather an amount of her own blood, separate it, and shoot it at high speed, like a bullet. Aries cannot use too much for too long, however, as she will be prone to blood loss.
Baa, baa, bridle: This gives her a degree of control over the blood of others. It allows her to temporarily control a person's body by using the blood inside them, but it's imperfect and she cannot replicate movement well. It causes people to jerk about and move awkwardly. What she uses it most for is not to move people, however, but to force them to stop in their tracks. It's a very tiring spell, however, and if in effect will only last one minute.
Baa, baa, barb: When Aries sheds blood, she can control the shape of it and make it into spikes capable of doing serious damage. They often take the form of caltrops, since usually it's just drips and beads of blood, but if she loses a great deal she can make larger spikes nearly as tall as a person, and can control the direction they go in. However, they lose solid form once they hit something, be it a person or a wall, so they are fragile although capable of a lot of pain.
Baa, baa, birch: This spell creates a kind of protection that repels things by use of a thin stream of blood, like a whip. It is a mostly defensive spell, but like most of her magic, causes a large energy drain if she uses too much blood.
Animal Familiar: Sheep
Magical Theme: Cruormancy
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
- Unpredictable
- High pain tolerance
- Incredibly strong magic
Weaknesses:
- Mentally unbalanced
- Fragile / weak
- Low stamina
Hobbies: Wandering, walking in circles, staring out the window, finger-painting, humming, counting things, painting
Likes:
- Lullabies and nursery rhymes
- Blankets
- Television
- Summertime
- Soft things
- Plants / Organic things
- Echoes
Dislikes:
- Small, cramped spaces
- Rain
- Being confined or unable to move
- Anything covering her head
- Other people in her personal bubble without permission
- Adults or figures of authority
- Being reminded of the past
History:
It was obvious from the beginning that Mary Sivo was dangerous. As a child, she babbled, was vicious and violent, walked listlessly down the halls, and hated being told what to do, as well as having a strong resentment for authority. As she grew (and her witch powers became more realized), her behavior became more erratic and dangerous. It wasn't long before she killed her family and disappeared from the village.
Nothing else was heard of Mary Sivo, and everyone assumed she must have died. Over the years, urban legends about murders committed by an escaped mental patient in a white patient’s gown came to light, but they were dismissed by all except Shibusen. They could tell the signs of a witch when they heard them. Even she isn’t sure how she got the nickname Aries, whether she made it up for herself or stole it from one of her many victims, or simply liked the sound, but she began introducing herself as Aries shortly after she re-emerged from her absence. When she had disappeared, she was Mary Sivo, a strange and scary child, but when she returned, she was Aries Sivo, a witch of her own right, powerful and unearthly and unsettling.
Mary had been hiding herself in mental asylums for years, flooding the area with Insanity and then escaping as quickly as she’d come, breeding Kishin Eggs in the most depraved intuitions. She had no real reason for it, but she thought it was funny. Long-term planning had been beyond her capabilities for years.
After traveling across the country, she finally found an old, abandoned asylum on the east coast. It was dark, dank, and looked as if it had been evacuated in a hurry. There were still beds with straps on them, old straightjackets, doctoring equipment for lobotomies. It had been out of operation since the early 1920’s, and Aries thought it was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. She was already used to asylums, and it seemed natural for her to make one her home.
Extra Notes:
Behind the strings
Alias: Kat
Other characters: Zia Leroux, Lavender Pratchett, Nathaniel Zsoldos
Face Claim: Izayoi Sakuya, Touhou
RP Sample:
The old asylum was supposed to be turned into a museum, but nobody had wanted to actually set foot in it. Louis Smith tugged at his red windbreaker and stared at the cold, grey walls - they didn't look so scary in broad daylight. All the same, he got a chill and a pit in his stomach. He didn't really want to go in, but he squared his shoulders and walked inside anyways. Nothing to be scared of. It was just an old building.
It wasn't quite silent inside, and has Louis reached the central hub of the prison, he could hear little birds and clinks and noises. They were background. His job was to check the walls, to see if renovations were needed for the museum opening. He shook his head as his eyes darted over the crumbly walls, the peeling, the dirt. It was...well, a fixer-upper. It would take more than paint to -
Something moved quickly from the corner of his eyes. Louis spun around, feeling his heartbeat quicken. "Who's there?" He called. Straining, Louis was aware of how deathly quiet it was. The birds had stopped. The creaks were gone. The only sound was a muted dragging sound. "Hello?" Louis called again. The noise stopped.
It was perfectly still. All that could be heard now was a soft dripping noise.
After a moment more, Louis shrugged and turned back around, only to catch a scream before it left his mouth. There was someone there, a woman, barely a foot away from him. She stared at him, unblinking, face streaked with grime. She had both her hands at her mouth, and was biting them. Dark red blood drooled out of her mouth, sliding down her hands and splattering onto her bare feet.
Louis stared in horror, his mouth suddenly very dry. The woman paused, removing her hands. The nails were caked with dirt, her hands smeared with saliva and blood. She was mouthing words, muttering to herself, but silently. Louis turned to run. He never made it to the door.
There was a whistling noise by his ear, and a sudden sharp pain in his chest. He looked down. There was a dark, shiny red spike protruding from his shirt. As it liquefied, he slumped down against the wall, eyes staring at nothing. Picking up his hat from where it had fallen near his still-warm body, Aries put it on his head, sneaking happy looks at the ragged hole where the man’s heart used to be. There. Didn’t that look nice? She turned the hat a quarter inch to the left. Perfect. Humming to herself, she straightened up and shuffled away.
Nobody was allowed in her house.
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