Welcome to Gaia! ::

If by craptastic, you mean UNGODLY AMAZING AND KICKASS. whee

Yay, we will have another ebil person ^^ *snuggles Shazzer* We need them whee

*Is snuggled*

Yeah. O_o

I want her to shoot someone. Yay!

But violence is FUN!

I'm so bad at these.... X_x

Gaia Name: Shazzer
Character Name: Syshe Sen
Age: 52
Race: Half-Elf
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Technomage
Second Class: Artificer

Weapons: Syshe is the very proud owner of a tricked-out WWII M1D Sniper Garand that she almost never carries around (as it's worth over ten thousand dollars, impractical unless she's on a roof, and very, very illegal). Two long-barelled revolvers are attatched to her hips, as well, but they've been so modified it's impossible to tell what they once were. She also keeps a subcompact secured to her left thigh for tight situations, but it's unlikely she'll use a charmed gun in lieu of techmagic.

Appearance: Already intimidating at a redoubtable 6', the last thing Syshe needs to look even mildly approachable is her face: angular and pale with a touch of crazy in just the right place--the eyes. Set in their sockets like beryl and shaded the same way, sparks of purple against a grey-hued backdrop, they place the punctuation mark on her vizard of a visage. Falling past her shoulderblades and framing said mask is an enviable mass of thick dark hair, wrought with curls that intensify near the tips (due to a recent fascination with adolescent culture, however, there are a few streaks of neon pink throughout).

Other than her height and slightly pointed ears, Syshe looks all the world like a teenager. Her clothing often consists of tight jeans and a midriff-revealing shirt, showing that she's relatively fit, and several pieces of expensive-looking jewelry jangle from her person.

Personality: When it comes to anything but which pertains to her classes, Syshe isn't very smart... more the type to shoot things and not even bother asking questions anytime post that action. She's aware of the fact that she isn't the sharpest tack, but it doesn't bother her much, for she has little will to learn and the attention span of a goldfish to boot. But talk to her about technology and she's a veritable encyclopedia of information, brandishing a cornucopia of facts and stats that she seems to pull out of nowhere. Some intelligence is selective, or so they say.

Her disposition is an oddly friendly one, sometimes creepily so. She finds pleasure in the pain of others and will often chat to those she kills... after she kills them. Unless it's a mass shooting. Then it's just fun.

History: When living in the realm beyond the Shadow, Syshe was an inventor. A darn good one, too, rich like a Nazi due to her imrovements to the weapons of the era. Crossbows powerful enough to pierce the thickest of armours, endowed with charms to puncture magical barriers. Swords with perfect counterbalances formed by ingenius combinations of twine and hollowed metal. Daggers whose cuts never stop bleeding unless magically treated by a great healer. All of those, and more, came from the deranged mind of Syshe Sen, daughter of a blacksmith, before the age of twenty-five.

If it would help you kill things, Syshe would help you make it for the right price (a high one). It, and a copy for herself. Why? Well, she held such a fascination with death stemming from a massacre that took place in her home village, a strong curiousity. She believed the more she'd help cause, the more she would realise its mystery. And her natural ability to create weapons of destruction was really quite the way to go.

Eventually she had enough money to stop worrying about others (she murdered the last one to ask with a serrated knife to the eye, and was never sought after again), locked herself in her manor of a house, went even more crazy with her creations. Talked to corpses, dug up graves. You know, the norm.

When the shadow took her but a few months ago, it flew her from her house into a classroom. Luckily, it was nighttime when it happened, and even more luckily, it brought quite a bit of gold gilding powder along with her. At first she was confused and angry (resulting in the death of a policeman on her fuming travels around the evening streets), but then she discovered something wonderful on his body: a gun.

How pretty it was, how simple! Pull trigger, high-speed projectile buries itself in target. Syshe learned quickly about the amazing new technology this world presented to her, and, with the return of magic, she fused her knowledge of both becoming a self-learned technomage.

Eek.

I had been stuck between the two, and forgot to change it to chaotic when I wrote her personality. Sorry. O_o

I agree *nods furiously*

Bwahahaha! Another person to attempt to defeat!

I just KNOW that Na'fiel is gonna turn into a mermaid before this ends whee