Name: Saayri Ishika
Gender: Female
Age: 56 Sweeps (122 years old)
Race: Troll - Sea-dweller (about Eridan's colour)
Kingdom: Prospit
Psychological traits: Saayri is slowly losing herself, to be blunt. On Alternia, she was used to being one of the top dogs, were she was feared and respected. She had everything she needed and was perfectly happy with society. She was actually a normal functioning troll maybe even friendly. When the war started, she used it as an excuse to cull lowbloods that annoyed her and when the occasion struck, burning down a carapace camp that was too close to her hive. She snapped however when the carapaces collapsed her hive, crushing her lusus. She became vengeful and bitter, snapping at the littlest comment and killing when she was told. She was sadistic, so much that if she saw wounded brethren and no one else was around, she'd "put them out of their misery".
After the war, she was sent to Prospit and kept on watch, she became reclusive except for some sudden outbursts. Over time she went out but usually it was to terrorize the carapaces and fulfill her personal cravings for violence. She is egotistical and narcissistic, usually doing things without thinking for others. She fears being thought of as worthless and holds the fear of disappearing from peoples memories close to heart. She doesn't think very highly of herself, preferring to hide behind her status instead of letting people know the real her. Underneath her cold, blunt exterior, she loves stories, riddles and puzzles. All she really wants to happen is to get her reputation back and to be almost worshiped again.
Physical description: Being a sea- dweller, she is taller than most trolls but not a towering giant. She is 6'5 and has a fit build, though she's a bit on the thin side from not taking care of herself that well. She has small hips and a moderate chest but well built shoulders for swimming. She has violet blood, and is very similar to Eridan.
She has 28 scars on each arm, all equal size in length signifying each sweep she's lived. Her right eye is also an empty scarred socket, a little token from a lucky Prospitian. To prevent it from collapsing, she has a black ball she fits in to the socket. Her hair goes to about her mid back and curls in loose ringlets at the ends. Her horns are still in excellent condition. They're straight but go into a tight spiral at the end.
Her clothes are varied. She despises the yellow garbs, thinking them as a sign of slavery almost. She prefers to wear her grey pants and plain black shirt with her symbol on it as well as a knee length jacket. When she is suppose to be formal, she wears a black gown that ends about her knees with a sash the colour of her blood around her waist. What ever she wears, she always wears her boots. When she has to, her prospitian garb is normal, though it has tears near the bottom from Saayri stepping on the hem, mainly because she doesn't care and isn't used to wearing feminine things.
Her gills are tattered around the edges and have small holes in it from the war. She has many earrings that seem to be made out of the same material as her dagger she always carries around.She also wears two gold bands just underneath her right elbow and one on her left. She also has a few simple gold necklaces and one silver one with a hook at the end.
Her weapon of choice is a shell dagger she carved after she arrived on Prospit when she was a bit of a recluse. She also carries around a little thing of matches at all times, for sudden bursts of pyromania. She usually burns small papers and hasn't evolved to buildings quite yet.
Background: Saayri had a normal childhood; hatched, went through the trials and finally was picked by her lusus, a Nautilus. She grew very close to her lusus and her death is what caused her to become even more violent.
She lived in a hive that was attached to the edge of a cliff. Half was in the water and open, perfect for her rather large lusus to swim into and visit during the nights. Most of her life was uneventful, for the better part of a the century she'd been alive, it had been normal. She had grown comfortably accustom to her status and the luxuries that went with it.
She almost never bothered to go on land, preferring those with her own interests than those inferior to herself. The only ones she was okay with was the occasional blue blood or indigo but even though they were more of a nuisance.
That was, until the carapaces started invading. At first she found them amusing, usually watching the fights and bloodshed from a distance. Soon, they started heading to her coastline. Finding it a bit too close for comfort, she burned them to the ground, relishing the scent of frying shells and flesh. Her lusus even helped, dragging the stupid few who thought they'd try to fish down the the depths. Soon, the invading troops retreated and Saayri felt like she had beat them herself. She had woken up early one night, and went out for a swim. Her lusus not knowing she was out, went to the hive as the carapaces dropped bombs onto the hive from the cliff above. Saayri saw the lights and was confused at first, thinking that maybe it was some sort battle between others, then she smelled blood, very faint but unmistakable.
She had rushed to the ruin of her hive and without hesitation, tore through the rubble. After finally finding her, Saayri was there in the last moments her lusus, Shelli, was alive. Promising that she would end the life of every carapace she found. Wanting to keep her close, Saayri took parts of her shell and kept it, later carving it into her earrings, dagger and necklace.
Wanting revenge and bloodshed, she went up the the cliff, not caring about her own life and slaughtered every single carapace she found. She missed one however. When she watched the camp burn, she dropped to her knees with exhaustion and a smaller soldier, one easily over looked drove a dagger into her eye socket, luckily missing her brain but completely destroyed the eye. She ripped the dagger out and drove it into the carapace's skull.
It was then that she decided loved the destruction and the death, but that she was weak, too weak to do this on her own.
So she banded with her fellow sea dwellers. The Condesce led them to battle and Saayri found peace in the chaos. Finally there was some order, some normal amid the destruction. When the two kingdoms reached an agreement, Saayri still fought but because of her injury, she couldn't hold out forever and was shipped off to Prospit.
She went through the classes they provided in a daze. She couldn't believe they had
lost, the
trolls, the
sea dwellers had lost. They had placed her in the high district, most likely because of her "good behavior" and she shut herself in, not going out unless it was to get food or alcohol whenever the temptation rose.
When the riots began, she was confused at first. Screams echoed in her ears and laughter, laughter of trolls rose with glee and malice. Thinking she was finally going crazy, she smiled and walked onto her balcony. The sight stunned her. Trolls were murdering their oppressors, and it wasn't a memory, it was real. Grabbing her dagger, she went into the streets, happy to relive the fleeting joy of her life.
OOC: Hello again! It's BQ with my fantroll! I decided I needed another character that could explore haha. Not wasting any time posting this because I have a clear idea what she acts like and it's best not to procrastinate otherwise it would never get finished. Hopefully it's fine! If you see any errors or things that need to be explained, please tell me :3
For reference, for the horns and symbol. Everything else has changed on way or another. The scar looks similar but the eye isn't robotic.
Hopefully she's not Mary Sue ish ._.
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