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Allochka Sasha Vetochkin

Roleplay: "The Coming Darkness 2"

Player: Sweetsunnyrain

Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Owned


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Synopsis
"I'm calling the bullshit here."


Description

Five years, huh? Sure does pass quickly. Heh, and I'd say a fuck ton of crap happened within those measly years. And y'know what? I'm not standing for any of it. I guess you could say that I've changed a bit since you've last seen me. All for good reason, of course. Let's see here. The hair that used to be a light caramel brown color turns white, as a result of the power in my eye being removed- that's right, that fucking liability was finally pulled out from the shit that is my body. Second, both eyes are red now. Problem? No? Good. I guess my breasts got bigger too, but that's to be expected. Be jealous, or something, I don't give a fuck.

Let's move on to more of this shit. I'm twenty two years of age now, and I'd say my demeanor hasn't changed at all. Same glare, same smirk- except the side I'm on is far different than it was before. Magic? Fuck that shit. It's technology now. That so called trademark track suit has been exchanged with a skintight bodysuit that channels the residue magic out of my body- for good.

Right, I forgot to mention that I'm blind. No big deal, saves me the trouble of being forced to look at your ugly faces.


Personality

Oh goodie, the fun part. Not. I guess you could say that I've gotten a bit rougher since the age of eighteen. Language, everything, really. I'm still that girl who'll punch your face in if you make rude remarks, so don't think that you'll get away so easily if you decide to be a smartass. 'Cause that's what you're not. Smart. 

I guess my humor has gotten significantly dryer.


Equipment / Abilities

The white bodysuit detailed with red circles is the main article of clothing that is identifiable on me now. It contains advanced technology that allows me to move as swiftly and as silently as the wind itself. 
The mental limitation on strength that all humans have was forcibly lifted from my mind, giving me strength beyond human comprehension. 

Blood red translucent hexagon whips are also generated by the suit, and I use them to my discretion.

I don't use weapons, or the magic that's left inside of me, but that's alright. The suit takes care of everything for me. 

I'm a motherfucking ninja. Deal with it. 



History

"I don't fucking want to talk about it."


Extra

LIAR, LIAR, BURN IN HELL.