Shiri Arman

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Name: Shiri Arman
Age: 16
Race: Human
Class: Sneak
Style: She's a quick and agile fighter, going in and finishing the job straight away.
Army: Heroes
Affinity: Wind :: Gust Element, grants the user a strange immunity to poison.
Ability:
Immunity - roll a dice whenever you'd be inflicted with a status effect, if odd - the status effect wears off instantly


Element: Sound
An element divine and unstoppable in nature, sound is complete control over noises. Many have tried to master it, via music and recordings, but none have found a way to use it in battle, except for turning the volume up and hurting someone's ears. But other then that, no one has been able to use pure sound itself to cause damage, rather then using enchanted musical weapons to control something else. Shiri is the holder of this unique element, and she uses it mostly in her voice, but can apply it to her body as well, since sound is only a complete manipulation of the air around her. Whilst not infringing on air, it can still be used very much the same.. with more devastating effects.

Looks:
Shiri is a beautiful girl, with locks of gentle pink, a color of love and peace. She looks almost innocent and dresses in a strange fashion, with a black ninja overcoat and a pair of short ninja tights. The girl looks like she's showing skin, which she is, but her body is lithe, so therefore she must have some practice in her class at the least. Her skin is fair, and soft, and her eyes are deep pitts of amethyst color. She has a red ribbon in her hair, with a wavy clip too, items she treasures dearly.

Personality:
Shiri is a kind, soft person, with an attitude that doesn't make people hate her persay.. the girl loves to sing. She also likes love, peace, hope and all that sort of good stuff. But there's something slightly off about her as well : when she has to fight, she fights like a wild cat. It's like all her bad emotions come out in a determined spree to win it. It's scary how when she's focused, her mind can come up with information and knowledge that makes her unique. The girl, although preferring to talk things out, will fight when necessary. And she also seems to like roses.

History:
Fate. A strange thing to live. There is a world, far away, nammed Momoiro, where people were strange in definition. Those that wandered into it would soon notice a theme : the natives had a pink hair color. The pigments in their hair changed when the two ancient clans that once warred on the planet married each other. The mix of red and white, in all pigments, creates pink. And thus, the planet became renown for it's strange color of pigmentation. Most children, especially male, felt weird with it at first, but often just grew into it, as it was a part of themselves as much as the culture.

Shiri was born as the last child of a large family of mostly females. She was always the brightest of them all, as she was smiling and nodding happily. With a open heart and fate, the girl would have to suffer through bitter entanglements. From the very moment of her birth, her bright soul was hated by her elder sibblings, whom felt unloved after the abandonment of their parents. The girl accepted all the dark emotions that were given to her, with an open heart, and always smiled in the face of the danger that her family gave. Her sibblings chose their paths, and she, still the pacifist, decided not to fight. But fate would change that quickly, as the swarm of heartless attacked, a desperate, bitter fight for the family. Both parents and the elder brother were killed in the struggle against a swarm of heartless. For the first time in her life, the pacifist did something she thought that she could never do.

She had lost control.

In a fit of sheer, ruthless rage, the girl had forced her way to the battle and proceeded to systematically attack and drive away the heartless that had come to them in a violent uproar. And every move was calculated, as her personality seemed to take a dip. But the girl was extremely stranger : the way she had fought was with finess and grace, and as her sibblings helped her for once in their lives, they were stunned by her. And without warning, another blow struck the girl. One of her elder sisters had fallen as well. With the pain in her heart, for she loved her family dearly, the girl's voice rose in a haunting echo across the battle field, the sound becoming an angel's cry of suffering and despair, and then rage. And the sound became like a torrent, as her power was unleashed without barriers for the first, and final time. As the dust settled from collaspsed buildings, the girl was breathing harshly. Running to the side of her remaining family, she stayed with them until the last breath of the fallen sister. Tears, bitter tears were shed, as they brought the body to a place.. and then left. They couldn't stay here much longer, there would be more heartless that would come again.

As they started to travel, Shiri quickly found that she couldn't do much more then just throw things and fight her best. Even then, she was getting sick of all of the fighting, and eventually, she got split up from her sisters. They all went their seperate ways, with the youngest surviving by finding a shinobi village on a world she hadn't heard of. Training with them for a couple years, she feels the need to travel again, in order to find her family this time.. and she had found those that wished for peace and hope on her way. She found this group in an odd way, that much is assured, as the girl had a skirmish with one of the members. Once they had settled their fight, the girl actually found out about the group and joined prestly. Now it was all a question of finding her sisters.. and fighting for what she believed was right.

~Approved~