Surreal
“… I’m where you expect me to be…”
SURREAL-E ♠♣
NAME: Surreal-E
FACTION: It has no allegiances. No need for anyone else. It only lives for itself, and even then…
RANK: Forgotten, and left to rot.
USE: Surreal is good at one thing, and one thing only. Hunting, prowling, and all to killl. It doesn't need pay, it doesn't need a promise. It needs a name, a place, and a rag from its clothes.
JOB: Can hire for free, an eerie mercenary, in short.
FAVOURITE WAY TO KILL: Strangulation, as well as burning away ones eyes and into ones throat.
SPECIES: Unknown. Experimental being.
AGE: Unknown.
SEX: Female.
GENDER: Non-existent.
PRONOUNS: It/It’s.
HEIGHT: 5’3
WEIGHT: 80lb.
EYES: Murky green.
HAIR: Black.
SKIN: pearlescent.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Nope.
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
APPEARANCE: Surreal is the being you see in your nightmares. Tall and lanky, thin, but not unhealthy. It’s gaunt and thin, pale skin that is pasty white. It has black, stringy hair, and it decorates itself with black paint. Garbed in black clothes strewn across its figure, it’s appearance hardly looks sentient. Surreal appears, in the shade, to be a simple shadow with a ghostly face. It’s eyes are a murky green, reminiscent of stale water, which happens to be one of its fears. Its lips have been sewn together, and broken so many times that there are remnants of string bleeding out of the holes. It’s body is tattooed in chains, across it’s neck especially.
BIOGRAPHY: Surreal’s past is shrouded in mystery, a broken, haunted being pulled from the depths of whatever hell it came from. It is known it is not fully human, but it also isn’t alien. A cruel combination, a trick. Born from pain, it has twisted its mind until it has cracked. Cracked, and the shards decorating its skin. Surreal wanders around, her mind in the place between realities… but know, it’s coming for you.
NAME: Surreal-E
FACTION: It has no allegiances. No need for anyone else. It only lives for itself, and even then…
RANK: Forgotten, and left to rot.
USE: Surreal is good at one thing, and one thing only. Hunting, prowling, and all to killl. It doesn't need pay, it doesn't need a promise. It needs a name, a place, and a rag from its clothes.
JOB: Can hire for free, an eerie mercenary, in short.
FAVOURITE WAY TO KILL: Strangulation, as well as burning away ones eyes and into ones throat.
SPECIES: Unknown. Experimental being.
AGE: Unknown.
SEX: Female.
GENDER: Non-existent.
PRONOUNS: It/It’s.
HEIGHT: 5’3
WEIGHT: 80lb.
EYES: Murky green.
HAIR: Black.
SKIN: pearlescent.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Nope.
STRENGTHS:
- Insanity. Surreal has no fears, no purpose for living, simply a life among shadows. No fear whatsoever.
- Horror-factor. Upon first glance, most people run for their lives as it doesn’t appear that Surreal is a living being, at sight. It tends to remind people of their own ghosts.
- Poison. Surreal is immune to most poisons, so the paint she coats herself with, for most if not all beings, will make them sick. Not to the point of death, but still in a good deal of pain.
- Weapons. While Surreal is off of her mind, she does carry around a fusion cutter to both burn herself when she feels like it, and to fend off attackers.
WEAKNESSES:
- Vulnerability. Surreal doesn’t have any real power when up against multiple people, especially if they’re ‘normal’.
- Populated areas. Surreal sticks to the murky, grimy areas of the galaxy. Mostly situated on Coruscant, she often doesn’t leave the underworld.
- People. Surreal doesn’t know how to deal with real people, especially sane people, so it turns further insane to deal with it.
APPEARANCE: Surreal is the being you see in your nightmares. Tall and lanky, thin, but not unhealthy. It’s gaunt and thin, pale skin that is pasty white. It has black, stringy hair, and it decorates itself with black paint. Garbed in black clothes strewn across its figure, it’s appearance hardly looks sentient. Surreal appears, in the shade, to be a simple shadow with a ghostly face. It’s eyes are a murky green, reminiscent of stale water, which happens to be one of its fears. Its lips have been sewn together, and broken so many times that there are remnants of string bleeding out of the holes. It’s body is tattooed in chains, across it’s neck especially.
BIOGRAPHY: Surreal’s past is shrouded in mystery, a broken, haunted being pulled from the depths of whatever hell it came from. It is known it is not fully human, but it also isn’t alien. A cruel combination, a trick. Born from pain, it has twisted its mind until it has cracked. Cracked, and the shards decorating its skin. Surreal wanders around, her mind in the place between realities… but know, it’s coming for you.
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