Post by Atlas on Aug 27, 2012 16:18:10 GMT -5
Presenting Atlas Fenson 
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Atlas Deirdre Fenson
Date of Birth / Age: August 5th, 1992
Nicknames: Princess, Brat, Mutt, Hellion Blue Blood, Atty
Position: Half Breed - Human / Demon
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION
Appearance: Atlas has long white hair, though it is often kept braided and pinned up to keep it from getting on the way or dragging on the floor. When pulled up, it reaches to the back of her calves, when down, it reaches past her ankles by about four to five inches. Her eye color is hard to discern due to the fact she has a hard time looking people in the face when speaking to them, often looking down or away. Her eyes are steel gray, but have deep blue tint depending on her mood. Turning a deep blue shade when she is either shocked or angry.
She is a rather small woman, only five feet tall without heels. Due to her small size, she is very light. Weighing in at one hundred and two pounds, her weapon weights almost as much as she does. Atlas has a doll like complexion, pale white with large eyes and high cheek bones. Delicate looking all around with a hour glass like form. Often under weight due to her handicaps. Though her form is far from perfect. Horridly scarred on her left side. Scars run down from her naval to the side of her left thigh, and up to her left shoulder down to her elbow. Her clothing style and coloring changes, not affiliated with a specific color or style. Often she wears dickies skinny jeans and turtle necks, or leather catsuits. The only thing constant in her clothing choice is the black corset she wears with a blue stone attached to the zipper on the front. Rarely will she go without it due to comfort issues.
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CHARACTER PERSONALITY
Strengths More speed than strength, she is versatile and quick on her feet. Skilled at Parkour.
Weaknesses Severely damaged left torso left her arm nearly useless in terms of weilding weapons ( Swords, guns, ect. ), Maledictus diabolus organum ( Restricts healing and strength factors )
Personality : Atlas was raised in the hands of a religious group, and as a result she is often quiet when in the presence of large groups. She is very shy when it comes to being approached by people she doesn't know, more so men than women. Once adjusted to a persons presence, she is often calm and collect. Though Atlas is very blunt when it comes to speaking, and often gets flustered because of the things she might say and how they are taken or reacted to. Not a being of many words, when she does speak, it is purely what she thinks without swayed opinion.
Her demonic blood and background have given Atlas a short fuse when it comes to getting angry. She is hot headed on certain subjects and easy to anger when someone knows where to poke at her. When angry, it is hard to calm her back down other than leaving her alone when she goes off to be on her own. Often greeting aggression with aggression, she is battle prone and spiteful to those that have wrong her or anyone she knows well enough to call 'friend'.
OVERALL BACKGROUND
Father: Asmodeus
Mother: Erica Fenson
Siblings: None, may have half siblings from her fathers side.
Overall History: Before her beginning, Atlas had a shitty lot in life. Her mother being a young human nurse who worked in the emergency room on trauma patients. The young beauty attracted the focus of a demon. There was more to this demon, some plot that her mother was unaware of. Needless to say and long story short, the demon caught the woman on her way home and had it's way with her in a hosts body. It vanished that exact night, and nine painful months later after such a awful experience, the twenty two year old woman had Atlas. Her name given to her by a spiteful grandmother, naming her after the Greek titan who was punished and made to hold the world on his shoulders. Destining her grand child to bear the weight of their world on her shoulders. The same night that Atlas was born, the demon returned to the woman and child in the hospital room. For reasons unknown, the demon brutally slaughtered the grandmother and mother of his child. For some reason or another, Atlas was unharmed when the demon had left and the nurses rushed into the gore.. How Atlas was passed over was unknown to them, but she was immediately taken into the orphanage upon her death. The only real reason she had survived through her childhood was due to being raised in a Church with the other orphans. Having grown up looking rather.. different, then the other children. She often was picked on for her white visage and frail beauty, but became a spit fire after throwing fists with other girls in her ward. Often getting in trouble throughout her years there. Once she turned sixteen, she left the orphanage… that's when things got interesting. The first day out and in the city, she witnessed something that would change her life forever. A man on a motorcycle drove by her, almost hitting her along with a few other pedestrians on the street. The man looked so cool.. with his red duster and white hair. Armed and packing, he sped off and out of sight. That was the look of freedom.. the look she envied.. Who was he? What was he doing? She never found out, but it motivated her. Moved, she began to contemplate her next steps down the path of life.
First thing she focused on was getting a job, not really qualified for anything, she had a bit of difficulty fitting in anywhere. Though she was good with her hands, and ended up working in a art studio as a apprentice. It wasn't till her third art show that a woman appeared and gave her a gift she had made herself in display of her appreciation of Atlas's art. It was a long, crimson trenchcoat. It was beautiful, and left Atlas's in awe, but having forgotten that image that had driven her so deeply before, she put it away into a closet of her apartment and forgot about it for some time. It wasn't till winter that she took it back out, wearing it while going out for coffee.
It was odd, how when she reached the pizza shop she was giving a particular look. Then it all went to hell. Whispers began to run up across the floor towards the female, turning and seeing nothing at the enterance despite the looming feeling of being surrounded. Turning her head back, she was startled by the fact that the man she was just talking to.. his mouth.. it had opened large enough to swallow the cash register, and rows upon rows of sharp teeth were bared and snarling at her. This was her first encounter with a demon.
She stepped away, and turned to run, but was cut off by the faster moving creature. It leapt at her, and she ducked behind a table. Watching it barrel over and slam into the counter before she ran around back and into the kitchen. It came after her, and she managed to dodge it's straight charges at her. Eventually she was forced into the walk in freezer, corner having slipped on the icy tiles. Though that was a blessing, because it flew right over her and slammed into a metal rack. Glancing up and grabbed a metal bar that had broken off while scrambling out of the freezer and running back outfront. Just in time to see a couple of kids had come in to get food. Stopping and yelling at them to leave, just as the demon ran out and leaped at her. Turning, the metal rod she had drove into the creatures heart.. or the human it had taken over. It died while toppling her over with it's weight. The kids ran out screaming, and that wasn't even the end of it.. Moments after the creature dissipated into thin air, a shadow crawled into the building and engulfed her. When she opened her eyes, she was standing infront of a hooded figure.. she assumed it was male, given the broad shoulders and voice. Long story short, it gave her a gun to fight off demons, "El sacerdotal".
She was often mistaken for some man after this, from what she gathered from the demons that would come after her, this man called Dante had gone to hell, and for all she knew, he was still there. A change in her art showed how her new 'job' was effecting her. Making darker, more twisted pieces that reflected the horrors of hell… at least from what she saw. During a time span over two years long, she faced off with small fries, but soon was caught off guard by a demon that once again made itself known to her. The same demon that gave her El Sacerdotal. This demon came to face off with her this time, but no longer under the veil of shadows and the unknown as Angelo, and announced he had lead her up to the point to gain "Dio's Rabia" in the Church ahead of them. Aiming to gain this blade in order to turn the tides of the war between hell and heaven. Needless to say he told that he had made her to gain a sword, and despite the coldness in his tone and uncaring look, he had told her that he was indeed her sire. Naturally, this did not go very well with Fenson, and she rushed head first into combat with him and beat her badly. She managed to get away by escaping onto holy ground, it was in that Church that she was given her second weapon. The angel Micheal himself came unto her. The general of heaven's army giving to her a gift to help her continue her righteous work., "Dio's Rabia".
Atlas has come to understand one language is understood throughout the world, and it's violence. Growing up in the aspect of violence, and encouraged by higher powers to keep down the path of hate and anger. The violence feeds the woman's rage and keeps her fighting spirit vibratant. Angel's don't care about a singular humans soul, and thus sacrificing her to save the whole is worth the price. Atlas came into owning the DMC when Dante was on his mission to hell, though she never sticks around long. Only when she is too wounded to fight does she ever come back, or to touch base with a man called Priest, her go to for information on the demonic realm and opened gates. She is generally a quiet person around Priest and strangers, and won't talk about her past or her problems. Even carrying the pain of her wounded left side without hinting to the handicapping it causes her more than often.
Atlas has a hard time getting along with people due to her alienation from childhood and the thing's she has witnessed. Because of this, she often doesn't sleep, and when she does, she had night terrors. Making being in the same room with her while she is asleep very dangerous since she often has her gun under her pillow and will shoot the first thing she see's when jerking away from the nightmare, whatever it may be about.
Atlas is unable to achieve her Devil Trigger. Her father, Asmodeus, placed a seal into her left side that keeps her weakened, and will eventually kill her. The seal is designed to collect all the energy she has, much like what is needed to change to D.T, but it doesn't allow it. Rather, it compresses the energy and fills her side, like a cancer. Until she is actually able to break the seal, or have someone else break it, she becomes more and more handicapped after each fight.
Despite all the draw backs to her abilities, Atlas continues to carry on the legacy of fighting back the powers of hell. Though things are about to get a bit out of hand. Her father's grand plot is coming into the spot light, and he is planning on opening nine gates to hell. Nine gates, eight for the rest of his brothers, the prince's of hell, and one gate for the over ruler of hell himself, The Archangel Lucifer. With the threat of her uncles being released on the world from their long captivity in the deepest levels of the inferno, Atlas has her little hands full. Though Asmodeus plan isn't limited to the nine princes. He plans on drawing the whole hierarchy of hell to earth. If not able to return to hell himself, it seems fitting to bring hell to earth.
Role-Play Sample
Gray hues lifted from the mottled grasses of a cemetery, having left the chapel to escape the banter between Priest and the others of the legion she served under. It had been some time since she had been in the city, having been in Italy for roughly three years. At least since the events that lead her to push harder within the cult of celestial followers. Uneven white locks swayed softly in the breeze that pushed the city smog out from between the buildings and hovering over the streets, releasing that choking bind that burned her lungs. Looking up at the dark steel colored clouds that had surfed on the wind to bring water that started to dribble slowly, at first. Within minutes, it was a furious down pour that had soaked the pale locks, making her long bangs stick against light colored skin, specks of scarring on her face from where she had taken numerous claws and scythes to the face.
Letting her gaze fall down towards the headstone in the shape of a white cross, a military display. Reaching up, the hybrid sighed a withheld breath as she pulled her long hair from over her shoulders to rest over the right and down her front. Long locks of snow that reached down past her knees, something that may be considered hazardous for a fighter; something she didn’t have a issue with so far due to none of her enemies being intelligent enough to grab her hair in a fight. Running her fingers down through her locks as she stared down at the glossy surface that was speckled with turf and dirt. Crouching down, the slender female’s blade within its scabbard upon her back pressed against the grass. Making a clinking noise as it shifted to allow her to lower to the head stone. Reaching out gloved hands to brush away the debris. Only when this was done did she notice Priest walking towards her. Clad, as a modern priest would be, his black clothing clean and pressed, the white collar being what drew her eyes more than anything else.
Moving to stand up and dusting off her hands, she turned on her metallic short heels. The knee-high boots laced up the front and zipper up the sides kept her firmly balance on the grounds. The man stepping over and looking down towards the gravestone, before up at the woman once again, she was so.. Short. Merely five foot nothing; Atlas wasn’t exactly what you expected of a demon hunter. Short, curvy, her blade was almost taller than she was! Though she resembled the resident hunter here in Limbo City, she carried a sniper rifle like gun instead of hand guns; Much weaker than him, as well. She was young blood, disturbed and angry. Sharp gaze landing on the look the man gave her, “What..” Atlas’ voice barely reached over a hushed growl. Priest had learned how to deal with her more than the others, who feared her demonic blood and short fuse. Leering at the somewhat saddened look. “You couldn’t have done anything even if it were.. never mind. We have located where the Hell Gate will be.. However, I fear it may be too.. Difficult to reach it.” He spoke in a exasperated voice, reaching up to adjust his collar while the woman scanned his expression then looked away. “Doesn’t matter.. We have to get to it regardless of the costs.. Princes of Hell will only gain a stronger foothold the longer we let them walk around..” She crossed her arms under her bust, shifting weight from one leg to the other.
Though she wore leather pants, the inside of the thighs were suede, avoiding that annoy squeak that would come from leather on leather. “And what if it costs your life..? You know your injur-“ He was cut off when she turned on her heel to face him again, leering sharply which caused him to flinch. “I do not need to repeat myself, old man..” Gritting pearly whites, she then stepped past him, “Tell me the details when we’re ready to go..” she waved a hand, continuing to walk away, heading towards the front of the church. A slow sway of her tail coats as she walked to the sidewalk that hugged the surrounding fence that separated the graveyard.
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