Sαℓєиα

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HUMAN

Name: Sαℓєиα

Age: 14

Appearance: Shadow, more commonly known as Salena, takes the appearance of an average build, ivory skinned fourteen year old girl with long, pale gold hair. Bangs cover the Alchemy symbol burned onto her forehead. This wasn't her first body. Her generous curves are usually masked behind a loose fitting, blood stain dress shredded beyond repair. Blind, doe-like honey brown eyes help create the look of an lost angel, along with her full, pale cherry lips.Unique things about the girl, besides the snow white neko ears, is her eyeless right socket and left automail arm that can became small, claw-like razors. All that and the tattoo of a Chinese Lung Dragon down the right side of her neck.

Background: (Loongg story x.x so I'ma cut it short seeing she doesn't remember half of it. If I need to expad) Sαℓєηα- тнє dαяк αηgєl

A cloaked woman raced down the shadowed streets marked with shatters of blood, pulling a child that seemed of four or five years with her. The child stumbled as a strand of her long, black hair was caught on a peice of a tree's over grown branches. The woman scooped her up, continuing to run away from the shouting voices became more clearer. Firelight bounced off the walls as gun shots were fired at the pair. They took a right turn into a dark alley. Their pursuiters spilt into a group of two, about ten in each group. One headed Nortth and the other one followed into the alley way, lead by a man with out brown shaggy hair and the clothes to match. The humans began to close in on them. A gasp came from the woman as a bullet made its way into her chest. She clapped a hand over the wound and pushed the little girl behind her. This only made the man chuckle, the other men and women even managed a small laugh at the woman's fruitless attempt to shield her child. More rounds of bullets plunged into the woman and a scream of pain echoed through the alleyway. A mass of people jumped down from the roof tops, all wearing the same cloak. They easily there tripled the number of humans, but the humans had the advantage with the pistols in hand. Abigors were shot down one by one. The North group of human attackers came to their brothen's unneeded aid. The small girl, who'd still been sheilded by her mother's body, ran into a side way street. She ran as far as she could away from the death of her family who'd come to their aid and tripped, skinning hands. The once pretty pink dress ripped to peices. Mommy had only had to escaped the jailed place, then they'd of left the city! Humans had got and wanted to punished them. Her thoughts became more clouded as her remembered her friends. She'd recongized some of her saver's faces. One was Illiana's daddy. He was the first one shot. Guilt washed over the girl. She laid her head onto the concert, her once beautiful pony tail held up by a pink ribbon now in tangles. A door opened and light washed over her. A woman around the age of twenty gasped at the little girl's appearence and hurried her inside. The house was gorgeous. Walls of the palest gold, a diamon chandleier hanging in the center of the living room. The woman laid her onto a milky white leather sofa, calling for a main to bring a wet rag. When it came, carried by another girl with angelic blond curls wearing the ideal maid costume, the woman placed it on the little girl's head.

"Whats your name, little one?" Her soft voice asked. The girl shook her head, the tears that rolled down her cheeks making the rims of her eyes turned red.

"Your name is Salena then." 'Salena's' eyes flew open in shock at the name.

"Shadow! My name is Shadow!" Her tightening voice screamed in rebellion.

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A young woman crept though the forest's shadows. She seemed determed, a hard look on a face that seems only for smiles. Her honey brown eyes' focused in on its prey. Shadow, now more commonly known as Salena, climbed up in a tree swiftly, watching a young woman and her child embrace one another. The six, maybe seven year old boy whimpered as the mother stroked his hair and cuddled him to her chest. She seemed to know the huntress was near. Salena watched the pair with vague interest, but it quickly turned into a look of hunger.

She leapt down from her perch in the tree, dark purple hair swept off her shoulders by the wind. The woman screamed for her son to run away as she struggled to push Salena away. It was an useless atempt. Salena snapped the woman's neck by roughly grabbing both sides of her face and a twist; and she bite into the main of the front throat, chewing. Now, it was the boy's turn.

The child was backing away now, in horror by what he had just seen. His mother's throat had been eaten right in front of him. The wild girl walked to him as the boy tripped over a tree trunk.

"Cute kid," She stated, as if he amused her. Salena grabbed him by the collar and pushed him up against a tree, leaning casually. The brown haired child looked fragile asever as he stared up at Salena, clearly helpless. She quickly shoved dagger in between the boy's eyes and his face was froze in terror in a perment mask of horror. Salena smiled and began to slice the boy into pieces with her long iklwa dagger. Dinner time.

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(A run through seeing I haven't summarized all this yet and feel free to edit stuff out seeing this doesn't truly follow Bleach. Plus this next stuff is things other people in past RPs done too her.) She died and was reincarnated into a new body. Salena caught the eye of a man named Paranormal whom turned her into an unwilling Weredemon and forced mate to him. They fought all the time- Paranormal's close friend turns Salena human behind his back because the Weredemon leader couldn't kepe Salena in line from locking her in their room to giving her freedom of teaching the children. Salena hated all Weredemons but one- Rampage, Paranormal's only blood line. Well, Paranormal was killed and his bond with Salena fades (you're connected to the person who turns you into a Weredemon) and Salena loses her memory. She fights with Weredemons with an inbred for them, loosing her eyesight because of one named Void. She meets a dragon whom chooses her as a rider- but it dies as well. Rampage is kidnapped and killed, etc. The girl goes crazy with lonilessm blah blah blah.

Personality: A very childish girl, spontaneous. Salena has no memory of her past. As read in her turning Human; it explains how Nightmare turned the once fierce Abigor, then Weredemon, into a simple minded human. Salena's having to relearn everything; thus its both an advantage and a disadvantage to both sides. Salena's very friendly though she always has the skittish personality of a new born kitten not yet used to the touch of people. Unlike most children, she doesn't play much. She's always asleep. Salena's being retaught to be a fighter, and so she fights with whoever catches her fancy. Though she has not killed anyone. Yet anyways.

Likes: Animals, children, sweets, death, along those things

Dislikes: Fires, pain (ironic I know), men, etc.

Fear: Fires and Weredemons

Powers: None, though sensitive hearing.

(You CANNOT fill the skill levels in until your tier is assigned. )
Skill level: Hand to Hand: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Skill level: Speed: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Skill level: Powers: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master

Strengths: Loves close combat, determined, stubborn

Weakness: Powerless, human

RP Sample: Her eyelids fluttered open. Salena found herself laying in a maze of branches, cut off from the rest of the clearing. The sweet scent of pine needles filling the air. A faint smile curled the tips of her pale lips as she sat up on her large branch, looking up at where sunlight made its way though, casting shadows along her ivory skin. With a child's 'easy to read' book propped up in her lap, she began to write with her one available automail arm, the other in a sling that stretched across her chest and around her shoulders; her back leaning against the tree trunk. Her neat print looking like chicken scratch next to type writer's ink. Salena's distant gaze betrayed her contentment. To her, she was doing everyone a favor. The pictures said something pretty and she was going to write about it- even if she couldn't spell, or read for that matter. Her soft golden curls flowed down her shoulders and back, to her waist, entangled with bits of broken pine. The long, white button up collar shirt she wore stopping finger tip length down her thighs to reveal a bloody mess of bandages that covered just about every inch that wasn't hidden by the thin fabric. Her face was a bloody mess as well, gashes scarring the angelic teen age girl. She was beautiful after all- it was bred into her. Though with the other multiple scars that ran around her body, it was hard to tell. Her honey brown orbs singled out a picture of the right side of the page- a simple painted heart colored a midnight purple with ebony black wings seeming to rip out of it's sides. Again, she couldn't help but smile nor tear her eyes away. A silver finger with an un-sheathed razor edge traced the edges of it longingly.

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