Post by Persephone on Feb 12, 2009 21:49:31 GMT -5
Immuna Sorede Carrinis
Alias: Multiple... They tend to change often.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Occupation: None unless you consider being a convict an occupation...
Age: 37
Powers: Bone manipulation and accelerated healing. Immuna can change the formation of her bones, break and mend them at will. It is extremely painful to do so, but it makes for an easy escape. If she can get her skull through a space she can manipulate her other bones around her organs to get herself through small spaces. Such an experience has increased her pain threshold tenfold over the years, but it still offers her almost unbearable pain. The accelerated healing allows her to clear up flesh wounds only, and it does not eliminate any internal damage or infections. (eg. If she shoots a bone through her skin she can send the bone back inside, heal the outer wound but if an infection had started she could not heal herself from it)Appearance
Immuna has a very odd, recently dead look to her. Her cheeks are sunken in to the pits of her face and her skin is has a sallow wash covering it that gives her a less than alive sheen. Dark shadows fall under her eyes and her chapped lips are coloured a deep purple as if in a stage of frostbite.
Immuna's hair is as unruly as it is unwashed and greasy. It falls in rough, dry curls above and around her face as if she had continually backcombed it. Were it to be washed and straightened it would fall down to just above her bottom - in its current state it goes just past her shoulders.
Immuna's body is a medium shape. She seems oddly thin when naked, her bones easily pushing through her skin, but with clothing on she appears to be having thick curves especially in her large chest and in her waist. It can definitely be called frumpy.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 124lbs
Scars/Markings: Her body is riddled with scars, most predominantly around her wrists and ankles from cuffs and ropes. A few scars from burns are prevalent on her skin as well. A long, serrated scar journeys across her stomach from the far left to just past the centre of her abdomen.
Attire: Her attire changes often, though an outfit she can often be seen in is made up of a torn up blouse with a tight fitted corset on top leading down to a ripped skirt that falls to above her ankles which then show her feet covered in leather boots. Her hands are covered by mismatching, fingerless gloves.
Personality
Immuna is a clever little fox who always keeps an eye on things from the corner, sitting there watching everything and formulating plans. Despite this apparently anti-social behavior she is (in fact) very charismatic, and uses such things when she works a con or any kind of heist. In personal situations, ones that are real compared to most of her relationships, she acts distant. She never got the affection most children need, and after losing her child so forcefully she couldn't honestly bring herself to think well of anybody, let alone get close to them. To keep herself distant, she has a long list of fake names that she uses.
On the streets she moves like some sort of sleek shadow, stopping only to watch the interesting street performers or to speak with someone she's affiliated with. She's careful with who she gives her trust to, due to the many times she's wound up in line for an execution because of it.
She isn't the kind of person to lose her temper quickly, she's well conditioned in such tact, but she can get plenty angry at people who rat on others or those who attempt to frame her (or anyone, really) for their dirty work. She hates being given credit when its not her's, no matter how impressed she is with it. The same goes for when she's not given proper credit for her own work.
Likes: Animals, street performers, money, people who know how to have a little fun in life.
Dislikes: Law, order, metal cuffs, rope, fire, extremists, liars (apart from herself of course).
Pet-Peeves: Rats and framers.
Strengths: Running, conning, planning, escaping.
Weaknesses: Essentially everything else.
History
As most pathological criminals tend to be, Immuna was born to a bad family. The usual story. One parent was an alcoholic and would spend most of their time in the pubs, the other didn't actually notice she was there and would go about their 'businesses' as if there wasn't a child to be affected. Immuna committed her first crime at four, pushing another toddler into a freezing lake for no reason than to feel something. To get some sort of attentions from the parentals - but of course it wouldn't work.
And so she would move on to bigger things - heists, mass-murders. Whatever kept her busy. She found herself a decently sized gang of people with similar histories, with a similar goal for their lives. It was easy for her to ground herself in the group with a nice pair of legs and a good set of cans. She could not only con men better with such tools, but she was (of course) a good use to the other males in the group.
Her first actual capture was after the last time she was used for a little fun in the group. She had woken up one day with a horrible knot in her stomach and found herself puking out her stomach contents every morning for a good while - when the bump started appearing in her stomach there was a bit of a problem.
She couldn't run as fast.
She was caught quickly, and the people being in their 'burn people not like us' stage, called her some sort of evil witch from hell. They said she was carrying hell's child in her stomach and so the only way to help her was to cut it out - leading to the most disturbing of her scars. The moment that was over, without stitching her up, leaving her womb open for the world to see as they tied her to a post surrounded with husks and grasses to burn.
She, to this very day, is not quite sure how she escaped. She couldn't really remember through the coughing from the smoke and the blinding pain the gray monster coming off of the flames was inflicting upon her. She was sure that the ropes must have been loose for her small wrists, as she was able to slip them out...
And her first escape was through the back, after they couldn't see her through the high-rising flames. After they couldn't hear her screams through the crackling, and the burning, and their own entertained laughter.
She'd been in and out of jails, dungeons, stakes and all the like again and again and knows them better than most do. She seems well-know by the right groups - something any convict doesn't want - but hiding in the dark areas of the Assassin's Cove, she finds, makes it easier to hide from people she doesn't want to find her; makes it easier to con the people who will be too embarrassed to go and rat her out for it; makes it easier to find other criminals who won't turn over on her with the prospect of a (usually false) freedom.
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