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Personality

PHYSICALITY

EYE COLOR.	a dazzlingly bright blue, with specks of gold and red.
HAIR COLOR.	spine-length, curly white.
SKIN TONE.	tanned and freckled.
MARKINGS && SCARS.	littered with scars. three claw marks over her back, a larger scar running from her hip to under her breast, a scar along her sternum, a scar across her throat, a scar across her nose, a brand on her right thigh of her family’s sigil, bullet scar on her shoulder.
BODY MODS.	pierced nipples, pierced navel, left tragus, pierced ears, clitoral hood piercing.
BODY TYPE.	curvaceous, with remarkable musculature.
BUST SIZE.	34D
HEIGHT.	7’5” / 2.2m
WEIGHT.	210lbs / 95 kgs.
MANNERISMS.	tends to tap her foot in slight impatience, twitches every now and again due to unused energy, chews on the inside of her cheek often, wrinkles her nose.
LATERALITY.	ambidextrous. but favors left hand.
VOICE.	struggles to use contractions. raspy, with a vocal fry. va is avalon penrose
MAKEUP.	rich gold and black eyeshadow. thin eyeliner, defined brows alongside gold-tinted red lipstick.
SCENT.	ink, blood, steel (inherent) / / incense, silk, spices and bergamot (perfume).
AILMENTS.	none.
STATURE.	back straight, shoulders wide. stands regularly with her hands on her hips or arms across her chest. always alert.

history & more

born as one of two twins, euphemius was raised mostly by her father. raphelius, euphemius’ twin, was favored by their mother - and in turn was euphemius favored by their father. while raphelius was taught the intricacies of societal standard, euphemius was taught how to draw a bow and hunt. at fifteen, however, with the beginning of the trojan war - the twins were separated, with raphelius sent off to fight. euphemius refused to be separated at first, but knew she would have to fill a void for her mother. so, she stayed.all the while, her father was growing crazed. he could not risk losing his only other child to other means, and in his descent into madness, harshened his treatment on her. she would have to hunt daily, spar daily, care for the goats daily, run errands daily. easily was she becoming the backbone of her family, but it devolved so quickly.while branding the cattle, euphemius’ father noted that a brand was the easiest sign of ownership over a living thing. and so, before his daughter went to bed, he ground up some opium and slipped it into her wine. but not even the opium could keep her knocked out for the searing agony of hot metal against her skin. her family’s sigil burned into the skin of her thigh - scarring deep into her flesh. this, he figured, would be the best way to register that she belonged to no war, no king, but their family alone.horrified, and half-agonized, euphemius slit her father’s throat - and when looking over the sleeping body of her mother, deliberated killing even her. with white-knuckle fists, she grabbed her father’s old clothing, bandaged up her chest, and left.for seven years, was she able to keep up the facade of a man - with bulky armor purchased, no one would know. euphemius acted as a paid mercenary - speaking little, taking money and striking down those she was paid to cut down. there was no deliberation, only gold and blood. she had values - and they stacked up nicely.one day, when offered an impressive sum of money to slaughter a trojan captain, euphemius accepted. of course, why wouldn’t she? he put up a fight, most definitely - and with one hard strike did the helmet fall from her head - exposing that time-worn visage. the captain hesitated - and such was in her instinct to use her side-blade to cut the head from his shoulders. it toppled aside, and with the release of metal from his head did she come to a horrific realization.it was her brother.her brother, dripping ichor from her sword. her brother, his head seeping crimson onto the dirty ground.it sent her onto a warpath, full of rage and fury and pure hatred. such anger, such ferociousness, caught the eye of a god, however. ares, noting her dedication, laid upon her three gifts.she, of course, accepted them without hesitation. she would be strong, she would be fearsome, she would be talented with all weapons, and she would be immortal and unkillable. how could she deny such an opportunity to rebel against a world that had taken everything from her?yet…as the war ended, she was beginning to run out of steam. there was nothing left to kill, nothing left to take her rage out on and in her weariness - knowing that there was no way to avenge her brother other than to kill his killer… drew a blade across her throat.only to wake up hours later, in a blood-soaked bath. still drawing breath, still alive. for years, she tried to find a cure to her affliction - but ares’ gift was certainly non-negotiable. before she even knew it, thousands of years had passed - all washing by her as she tried all methods possible to end it. the plague gave her nothing, all manners of sickness gave her nothing - only agony that drew on for weeks.but only while setting up a rescue parish for casket girls in eighteenth-century louisiana did she realize her new purpose. protecting the young euphemiuses of this world. she would take in the girls, give them a place to stay and protect them. this would be her purpose, her home. of course, with her luck, it never lasted. the parish was burnt down by vindictive men, and euphemius did what she did best - took revenge.again, for an immortal, years felt like seconds. they flew by, and before she knew it - times had changed. she was a weapon with no purpose, still ready to fight a war that was long over.so, with the ringing in of the twentieth century, did she sell herself as a hitman for hire - each battle fought a chance to be free of her curse. yet, no opportunities came. only new scars.it was, in her time in russia during the bolshevik takeover, that she found her purpose all over again. after smuggling a family out of russia, she realized she could protect just as well as destroy.since then, she has offered her services as a bodyguard on the surface - but a hitman to the right people.to this modern day, she takes her bodyguard payment in salary - with her hitman services paid via bitcoin and hard cash. she, now known as euphemia or simply ‘effie’, is known as one of the richest people in new york - but one of the most mysterious.yet deep down, haunted by her gruesome past and her instinctive rage, she still seeks that cure.after a while, she realizes the cruelty of her actions; and drops the moniker entirely, leaving her old job and using her money to start up a company, fortissus protection industries.she notices, in this time, that one of the mercenaries she used to work with, is picking off people - with a printed list involving her. with such, effie dons a new suit and a new weapon, and starts upon a warpath to eliminate her old co-workers. it is without mercy. without shame.with a pristine scythe, curving from the shadows, she gains the name 'the reaper', a vigilante striking down mercenaries and drug-lords.she figures that, by protecting people - she can equal out her past sins.effie does this by protecting the mortal plane, and this earth from otherworldly threats and dangers. though, deep down - she knows she only does it for the thrill of battle.

WEAPONS

 THE SPEAR OF THE SUN  — το δόρυ του ήλιου
the spear of the blood hawk. it is a relic lost to time, once buried in the ruins of troy
(modern day turkey). effie has since uncovered it and mounted it in her home. the spear itself is two-pronged, with fine carvings of a hawk and a sun along the metal pole. three-quarters of the way up, there is a gold ribbon with her name to indicate ownership. THE SANGUINE SWORD  — Το σαγκουίνικο ξίφος
a sword kept as a backup for her spear, the sanguine sword is a xiphos with gold and red ribbons around the hilt. its blade is also engraved with suns and stars. THE WAR-SCYTHE 
a hand-made foldable scythe. it is engraved along the handle with 'imperare sibi maximum imperium est', meaning 'to rule yourself is the ultimate power'. the scythe, fully extended, is 180cm. folded, it can sit comfortably on her hip or back.