FoM ApplicationName: Lolovivi
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Alignment: Evil
Homeworld: ???
Appearance: Height: 5’
Weight: 100
Body Type: Scrawny and light
Skin Type: Dark brown
Eyes: honey-colored
Hair: Long, curly black hair worn in a high pony with a red ribbon
Other: N/A
Clothing: Black pants, a crimson red tank-top, matching red-colored flat soled ankle boots, black utility belt with her sword sheath on her right
Items: Weapon(s):A medium length “scissor sword.” Its hilt has a split in it that pulls apart to reveal that the blade is actually a discreet pair of scissors.
Armor: N/A
Ability Slots:((These are currently in the works))
Strengths: Speed | Endurance | Timing | Flexibility
Weaknesses: Doesn’t recover quickly | Doesn’t respond to pain well
Personality: Most who meet Lolovivi would assume she’s a sweet young girl who couldn’t harm a fly. But those who know her most like to avoid her. Her façade masks the truly sick and twisted person she can be. She enjoys playing power games with people, being the dominant personality, and manipulating people. Though her sadism is a very well “advanced” trait of hers, she still lacks the maturity to deal with quite a few things. If things don’t go her way or if she doesn’t get what she wants then she is likely to throw a powerful temper tantrum. She is not a good sport, nor a good loser, and she’ll take a dirty trick over cunning tactics any day.
Likes: Black cats | Pretty trinkets | Gifts | Night time | Glass | Satin ribbons
Dislikes: Losing | Being tricked | Failed plans | Things outside of her control
Greatest Fear: Falling or getting stuck in very tight spaces
Family: (Adopted) Father - Dr. Dullahan
Acquaintances: N/A
History: A small package was dropped off in front of one of the many decrepit buildings in the darkest town this world had ever known. Dr. Dullahan was awoken from his sleep when the front door chime rang. He sat up in bed and sleepily pulled an overcoat on to see if his package had arrived. When he shuffled to the door and looked outside he frowned. This was not the package he was expecting. It looked like a nicely prepared gift box with a beautiful ribbon tied across the top. The doctor knelt down and lifted the lid off the parcel to find . . .
A baby girl, sleeping soundly in her little gift box. His frown deepened. This “package” was probably meant for a similar-looking building one street down--the orphanage. Dullahan looked at the little piece of paper on the baby’s front and read the name scribbled on there. It said, “Lolovivi.” Odd name.
What Dullahan did next was odder still. He knelt down, picked up the package, and carried it inside. This particular doctor was most certainly not the fatherly type. Most people avoided him, and for good reason. Even the thieves did. Or, one should say,
especially the thieves. This particular scientist had no line to draw between what was right, wrong, and ethical.
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For the next fourteen years Dr. Dullahan raised Lolovivi as his own. She started out as a project, another experiment, but his affections for her grew as she did. He taught her all she needed to be brilliant, successful, and get exactly what she wanted. There was no one left to call an heir, his wife and single child died years ago. So she would be his heir, inherit his genius and continue his malicious studies. But she needed experience. And he knew the perfect way to give her a debut into the world. The Olympus Coliseum tournament.
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