Name: Yaja En Karashka.
Gender: Female.
Age: She appears in her 20's.
Race: Corrupted Alchemical Being, abbreviated C.A.B. Takes the shape of a human, being formerly one.
Family: None to anyone's awareness.
Appearance: Yaja looks like a person as any should, taking the form of a human female as opposed to her rather morbid and macabre nature as something below and far more repugnant than that. Typically she is as what would be classified as an undead, meeting the criteria of paleness of skin throughout her body, and rather black schlera followed with purple irises which betray her inhuman nature. She has a long, golden hair that spans down to the end of her neck, with the rest covering her head, and seems to wear a smile that is fake as she is a gluttonous sow that hungers for flesh. Her teeth are sharp, jagged and pointy for biting and chewing on flesh, that despite its appearance, can be perfectly be well hidden behind her lip folds as long as she does the SMART THING and not talk. She has a rather ovular shaped face, smooth and brim with some mixture of experience and youth despite possessing none of the latter, and an abundance of the former.
She has a rather well formed body that doesn't leave excess in much of either department, just the right amount to have curves, a degree of muscles, and generally a sense of smoothness found throughout her rather cold body. Her legs are slender and long, and so are her arms, as she stands a good 6'0" feet tall, and weighs something that she doesn't bother to tell others because frankly, it's none of their business. She possesses a pair of C-cup breasts, not that anyone knew, and seems to have tattoos of red running along her body signalling her devotion to her new patron that she actually worships in a rather morbid display of obedience despite the macabre nature of said being.
Statistics:
Blood Type: Originally B-, but now, it is consistent of thick syrupy black ooze.
Height: 6'0" ft.
Weight: 160 lbs.
Hair Colour: Platinum blonde.
Eye Colour: Purple.
Favorite Food: Human flesh.
Favorite Drink: Human Blood.
Likes: Traditional dance, hunting, worship to her jolly deity, non-consensual sacrifice, and jaywalking.
Dislikes: Being foiled, having to bother with societal conformity, whiners that bemoan about negative things, and fish.
Clothing of choice: Yaja wears one thing and one thing only, and that's tanned leather which a wise person would do well not to ask what she fashioned it out of. Hint? It's probably not your common dumb animal. She wears a pair of trousers, typically black, comfy, and lined with fur from the inside, with a pair of jackboots worn up right below the knee, rubber from the sole. From her top, she wears a shirt, a very normal shirt, linen and mixed with cotton, worn over her torso, with sleeves that reaches down to the mid-forearms, and a lack of collar. It's a normal shirt, what more fact must be stated about it besides the fact it is red, loose, and the hem reaches all the way down to her waist? In that instance, she can go around pantsless if she wanted to, but as a member of polite society, she wouldn't. Then again, she doesn't really conform to this polite society to begin with.
Loyalty: To Varyag.
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, unofficially, a hunter.
Personality: What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets to Yaja that should be opened up, from belly up to skull, to reap whatever lays inside them. As far as she is concerned, why would she vest a value of life to that which is naught but cattle she eats and devours as food? She may prostate and incline herself to be alike them in mannerism, but her morality extends to be entirely eerily alien and differing from the mainstream morality of good is being altruistic, righteous and honorable, and bad is being selfish, malevolent and ignoble. Those are petty and very much subjective matters as opposed to the slate in stone objective views she has, which are very much cemented and hardened into place through dedicated study into indoctrination of the subject.
As normality assumes a backseat, Yaja is one that is beyond the very definition of normal, as she doesn't see herself as a woman, but as a being merely manifesting within the form of one, in spite of otherwise physical peculiarities all point towards 100% definition of being the female sex of her respective humanoid shape. How this came to be cultivated is perhaps a case of a lightning strike that jumbled her brain, or perhaps a case of sheer insistence based on the fact she likes values of machismo and manliness. It's how she goes. She understands she inhabits the body of a female, bit wishes to be a male more than anything else, not that she'll do something as superficial as a change. That's dumb. She'll just be manly, she figured, and do things her own way, one Global Satura-- normal pacing at a time. She is nothing more than the recent occupant of a corpse that is otherwise been twisted to suit her.
She lacks the upbringing most others were vested with in that they are properly introduced to what is proper and what isn't, which leaves her a whimsical individual that acts upon baser instincts as opposed to what is refined as suppressed and thought out pattern, being a creature of vice and gut feeling, quite suited towards tactical planning where haste is required, but falters just short of strategic planning. She may be cunning, but she isn't far sighted. Though intelligent, she isn't brilliant. Among those things she is considered to be quite negative is her rather large gluttonous appetite that sometimes sees her going about in binge killing to sate her eternal hunger. In other words, she is a fatass without the body or the stretch mark to show for it.
She has taken on occasion to dabble in matters rather high on endorphins, which the means to it are many, as well as a junky of adrenaline which she enjoys most, making her feel alive despite being so dead, cold, and like a corpse.
Sometimes, gets a fit of violent tendencies, which further accumulates in her rather short sighted nature. Which goes to show that her whimsical nature has left her more often than not without money, and sometimes, without a pair of pants either. She likes gambling, a lot, it shows that she loves a game of chance to a point that she renders herself into destitute numerous times, as she just wants to get lucky once, betting big while not seeing much winning, except for the occasional one or two once in a while, but that doesn't exactly cover her sheer losses that has landed in her in debt.
It is that as a result, she has taken up a job, which is what she hates, working for money, as it is not her passion, but rather prefers to do her hobby. Overall, a rather short sighted, greedy, gluttonous, cruel, though cunning has her moments of dimness, and sporadically violent individual that acts as a dangerous proponent when it comes to finances and lives all the same.
Weaponry: Currently the weaponry she possesses are not of special nature as that is not where she derives special abilities from. No, hers is that from within her body, with her weapon being rather more common than one thinks. That, and she lacks an Ars Magus license to utilize a weapon of said nature, despite her desire to gain something even older that predates Ars Magus -- Legacy weapons. She wields a normal issue sledge hammer that she uses to split skulls, or pulp heads. Not necessarily in that order.
Abilities: As a being spurred by Alchemy, made from something already with a human template and a base, and yet not artificial, the fruits of Seifer Albar's research into the Crimson Grimoire didn't create an imitation of that, but something else entirely as the catalyst that was a human body, a living human being, would make something dead. Yaja possesses abilities born out of her own make, mostly of Alchemical nature. Among which besides a superhuman physique, hers is that of impenetrable durability that can harden only two parts of her body in a specific segregation by her definition. Dividing her body's section of hardening into head, torso, both arms, both legs, which is a slow process in itself, she renders them into steel-like mass, and can only harden a certain amount of mass as opposed to doing so whole. Those hardened points are double twice her already impressive physical strength, and in its way, obvious before the eyes to see for what they are, but despite hardening in response to Yaja's conscious whims, it cannot harden another part of her body quickly enough, which is where planning comes into place, and the rest of her body stands vulnerable. It also becomes heavier, that had she hardened her whole body whole, her mass would become far too weighted to effectively project herself within the many feats of techniques that she relies on speed and finesse to do so as a result. It's a trade off when she hardens a specific point of her body. To give speed for power, and likewise, power for speed. She tries to balance between those two by semi-hardening, and given how slow it can be, it cannot act as a reactive armoring as much as she likes, but rather as a pre-planned action. Not that she is good in planning to begin with.
The brood blood of being a cannibalistic undead means she can only sate her ravenous hunger through the flesh of humans, and other humanoids, which heals her, but otherwise her metabolism is rather normal in that concern, though she requires the energy out of their meat. She can sense these kinds of thing through her rather well developed nostrils, able to tell the composition of the body of said victim-to-be in her hunt. It secures the adequate meal in that manner, and whether or not they would be tasty, or even edible or not. She can attain memories of her victim through devouring the brain, however, this stands to sometimes muddy up her own memories as she has begun to lose sight of her own long term planning as a result of the vast bank of memories she has attained from others, truly losing her identity as she has no idea who she is anymore. The previous inhabitant of the body left behind no memory for Yaja to derive from, hence her lack of knowledge of who it was that used to be the original owner of said body she reigns over.
As she possesses no Ars Magus, she bears no credible information on her capabilities with one to begin with, having not used them, and instead, relying on her own natural prowess as a trade off. In truth however, she is incapable of using Ars Magus as a whole. Her essence contradicts usage from being utilized.
History: Seifer Albar's research into the Crimson Grimoire had him fervently searching for a means to reproducing an imitation of it, that as an Alchemist of fanatical devotion into its attainment, had him conduct many experiments. Among them which are into human trials. Whatever Yaja was in her previous life as but a human, was eradicated, as the entity Yaja was, is not even the original inhabitant of the body, but something else entirely produced from the machinations of Alchemy. The previous inhabitant of the body was but a teacher, dutiful, and yet a bit secluded and without any sense of pride to herself. It was the kind of person that nobody would miss from the Military Academy NOL had, to which Seifer had managed to take in within the wake of night with no witnesses to behold the act taking place.
For many days and nights, she underwent horrific experiments that mutilated her, injecting foul fluids and Alchemical processes twisting her into something she was not, day by day, not only robbing her of sanity but of her soul, as she has writhed in agony, with no release but the fabled death she thirsted for ever so dearly. Reaching out, wanting a release, SOMETHING to save her soul, that her hopes kept on persisting despite the lack of response and relative seclusion Seifer had chosen out of the area beckoned for his experiment. She was less of a person day by day, as she felt something -alien- inside of her, festering, growing, as her body felt as if it was not her own, changing into something worse. The weeks went on as her life force was used as a catalyst for the many Alchemical procedures Seifer had done, as his progress, much to his frustrations, did not come any closer to his supposed goal of attaining the Crimson Grimoire, even though he was willing to sacrifice a life to pick his goal.
However, in a night forlorn and without hope, as she finally lost the will to live, Seifer had ended his experimental trials, and shifted towards merely tweaking around with further knowledge attainment of Alchemy. Among which is the robbery of the woman's soul, placed within a phylactery for later usage as a catalyst for perhaps other experiments. It was hard to come by souls, that, and her status as a relatively isolated woman with little to no social contacts had made her rather easy to make disappear without any fingers pointing anywhere, or the questions of such, given such loner tendencies that many people jump into conclusions about that she had finally left. It was then, in the absence of a soul, that which was alien, born from Alchemy, chemicals, and injection of Seithr, had grown to inhabit the body left behind itself, and wake it up from nothing, coming out something. It was already twisted, more so with the presence of this alien trespasser, now sole inhabitant, having been there, having been watching, an accident, an experiment unobserved and unnoticed, had wrenched control from a non-existent host, and embedded itself in the body.
It awakened, and it knew itself only as no one. A name it felt appropriate to the purpose it had in mind. Hair bleached, face turned youthly from wrinkles, and eyes darkened from its natural hue, as the transformation took its toll throughout the body, at first, grotesque with a corpse-like gashes all over with signs of rigor mortis and rot, Yaja, whom was a body disposed outside of school grounds, dumped unceremoniously by Seifer, a man she never knew, or cared about, fell prey to her own hunger that was gnawing at her. She was already in the brink and threshold of life and death itself, ferally in the days where Seithr was heavy, and food was low, had wandered for hours without respite or food, only to falter and collapse. It was then, when she awakened anew, albeit weakly, she were rescued by a hermit living within a pocket area with the least Seithr. Migrating always to keep away from the heavy toxicity of the atmosphere, and yet by happenstance come across her. She repaid his kindness with her own animalistic hunger, had fallen upon the hermit, and devoured him on the spot greedily. His meat was exquisite to the taste, orgasmic and blissful even, so long denied she felt, that the first taste in her conception anew, it was a magical feeling as sense and reasoning entered into her, and she realized what and how things were.
Language was learned out of the brain she devoured, out of the body, nutrition and youth, her wounds healing, and her corpse-like appearance faded to something more springy and youthful. She knew, for the first time, the capacity towards intelligent quandaries ones pose themselves as civilized people, but could not relate to it despite it being known. It was not the same as feeling the experience, as opposed to merely knowing out of memory. The man, his name was Yaja En Karashka, and he ran retired from the Bounty Hunting business after his distaste to this... NOL entity's practices, and the criminals he pursued, were in fact decent people whose only crimes were opposing the tyrannical practices of the government.
It didn't matter, not to Yaja. She smiled, not knowing what it meant besides an expression of mirth, and from then on, had taken towards assuming the guise of a Bounty Hunter, as she had realized, that would make for a perfect cover towards gaining her meal. The knowledge told her that viciousness only would invite ruin on her, and she has much to learn from the world. She may not be learned in the ways of the world as much, but then again... she had the common sense to know that ravenous killing was similar to the murderous rampages of criminals, and they don't last long. No, she wanted to become more out of the simplistic existence that she once was, within such a short lived time, and grow.
She is Yaja En Karashka, and now, she will have her reven-- nope, she is just a Bounty Hunter now, whom keeps wary of NOL and whomever finds out who she is, keeping to her masquerade as she develops vices brought about from this new experience in the alien place accumulated in a communal gathering known as society. It was along the way that she, in some unknown tenure, perhaps while in the infancy of her bounty hunting career, that she had joined a cult dedicated in the service of death, and the sanctity of killing, had, in a way, appealed to Yaja that what is not permanent is the most beautiful in the world, yet she hates it for the fact that she is a being that defies it. But in service of death, perhaps she can make it up for her Sins that she were indoctrinated into believing, finally, donning a new set of morality taught into her whilst a part of said cult, before finally, leaving it with their teaching, only to learn later on, they were destroyed by NOL. Fitting, in her mind, but she had to move on, and perhaps propagate its beliefs. She ultimately was never caught and remained an unknown factor, as her leave was by pure luck, that she wasn't immersed within that fateful raid which unmade the cult and all its proponents.
Subject: Yaja En Karashka 
Thu Jul 17, 2014 10:29 pm
