Karyn Eligor [WIP]

[Karyn Eligor]

Name: Karyn "Kary" Eligor



I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

Theme

Class: Myrmidon
Hair Color: White. Exceedingly long and exceedingly messy, shorter tufts arranged haphazardly around her face as longer strands cascade down her body. Has a tendency to start off fairly straight and then end curly, along with separating more into tufts of hair rather than individual strands when hanging free.
Eye Color: Her natural eye color is brown; right eye still is. Her left eye, ruined by magic, is a sickly off-white - nearly bereft of an iris, as well as only marginally useful for seeing. She has some issues with depth perception as a result.
Age: 19

Appearance: The scars of her past are far more literal than most; a colossal mass of scar tissue covers much of the left side of her upper body, unnatural veins still pulsing with congealed magic from the accident. The disfigurement stretches from forehead to just below the thigh, primarily the front and side, though some extends to her back. Exposure to magic - hostile or friendly, healing or offensive - has a tendency to engorge the veins as this third variety wars against the other two, causing them to temporarily grow to cover even more of her body, though they recede once the volatile reaction cools down. Before the accident, she got a fair number of comments on what a cute kid she was; while traces of that remain, most of the appeal she might have left is significantly marred by the scarring.

Her body is relatively slim; still a step up from the nigh-literally skeletal, cadaverous body she possessed for some time following the accident, but still slender even years later, and her growth is effectively done. Given that she binds her breasts for superior mobility, she rarely cuts a feminine figure. That she is forced to bind them is a source of some annoyance to her, but she's already dealt with enough major problems that one more minor one doesn't really seem worth complaining about, and complaining about having a decent bust seems crass even to her.

Kary tends to wear loose but concealing clothes to hide as much of the grotesque flesh as possible, but it covers enough of her face that the truth can never be so much as vaguely hidden. Never interested in drawing undue attention to herself, she tends to pick drab, monotone clothing - hues of brown or greyish-white. That they tend to match one eye or the other is purely unintentional: she doesn't really have a lot else to change into. Unfortunately, the nature of her disfigurement makes wearing armor extremely uncomfortable, leaving her with no actual protection.

As a result, she relies on speed in combat, reflexes and agility honed through years of physical therapy - but not enough, never enough. Kary moves with a curious combination of grace and brutality, her offense savage with a mindset bordering on suicidal, as though she doesn't care what happens to her body - which is to some degree true, though that is a vast oversimplification of the duality that rules her.

Speech is somewhat difficult as the disfigurement extends inside her as well. Rasping is the easiest method of communication; though she is perfectly capable of speech, the disfigurement extends to her mouth enough to cause minor slurring, even after the years of practice that gave her back the ability to communicate intelligibly at all. With the massive scarring, though, her voice naturally tends towards being low and scratchy. Depending on how much effort she puts into forming the words, Kary sounds anywhere from relatively feminine to only emitting barely intelligible, barely human, rasps.

Personality: Forged in the crucible of hatred and despair, her persona is a direct reflections of the things she has gone through, coupled with an indomitable core that leads her ever onwards. Karyn is driven by one thing - a need to survive that trumps all else. She holds little stock in ideals, in people, in the ethics of the life she leads; so long as she survives, it is enough. Cowardice is more an old friend than a curse to her.

At the same time, she is stubborn, nigh-on suicidally reckless, and prone to getting caught up in what she's doing to the point that she will forget to eat or fail to back down from a fight. She doesn't like failing, much like anyone else, but giving up is antithesis - and will very likely end up killing her. Karyn is all too aware of that, and yet it is too great a part of her to ignore. Making the journey to the research academy through sheer willpower, unleashing the scathing inferno of Elfire despite having nowhere near the magical capacity to use or control it, driving herself to the brink of crippling her body throughout her physical therapy; Kary is her own worst enemy.

She is entirely cognizant of this tendency, but even as it has led her to ruin, so too has it kept her alive, brought her forth from the forge as something more. It was willpower, sheer stubbornness and categorical refusal to accept that she would be permanently crippled, that took her through the years of grueling physical therapy that gradually gave her back her body, as disfigured and ruined as it was. While her body is grotesque, magical circuits declared permanently ruined, she is in better physical shape than ever before, her obsessive study of magic superceded by her rapidly-growing mastery of the blade, of herself.

Karyn's pride in that accomplishment has always been tainted by the self-loathing that accompanied her new form, born in part of the realization of just how much of the blame for her plight was entirely on her own shoulders. Much as she is aware of her many other flaws, Karyn knows that she is far from attractive - but over time, she has gradually grown to come somewhat to terms with it, an odd duality of pride in what she has accomplished with her ruined body accompanied by self-loathing at the figure she cuts. While she avoids drawing attention to herself, she is far from modest, perfectly willing to half strip to show her scarring if making a point - not to be confused with having anything resembling a sex drive. She doesn't.

While Karyn strives to avoid appearing as such, holding back most of what she wants to say, she is bitter and vindictive to the core, emotions ground into her by her existence. She rarely rants or launches into a full denunciation, but what few words she does settle for are often acerbic, though just as often nothing more than an innocent(?) display of her caustic sense of humor - something she makes regular use of. Kary tends to give off an odd combination of signals, from grim humor to lighten a situation to vicious verbal abuse. This is only exacerbated by her tendency to be as grating as sandpaper to those she helps, which may be part of the reason she doesn't have any friends.

"She - Karyn - fought her inner demons, but... I do not know if she won, or if I am simply the thing inhabiting Karyn's flesh."

Born in: Mordor

Story:

parents starved to death, giving her what food they found; she didn't realize the truth until they were dead.

ended up in some sort of minor academy/research lab, apprentice mage adept. very bright, quick learner. one friend, cleric

pretty much nuked herself trying to cast Elfire, much of her body charred. cleric friend tried to heal, going far beyond his limits to try to save her. end result: survived, but massive scar tissue buildup along with leftover healing/her own magic congealing in the mass. friend burnt out completely, dies?

left totally incapacitated and barely "alive" if that, willpower keeps her alive. intense physical therapy eventually gives her the ability to move again but magic circuits burned out, as well as serious danger of naturally channeling magic given the volatile quantity remaining in scar tissue.

Deaths: innocence (parents), body (fire), soul (friend), self (demons)