Cinder Bomb
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Eliane, taking a break at home. | |
| Cinder Bomb | |
| Player: @Tornament | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Brute |
| Threat Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Eliane Santos |
| Known Aliases: | Elle |
| Species: | Magma Elemental |
| Age: | Unknown |
| Height: | 5'5" |
| Weight: | 159 lbs |
| Eye Color: | A dull red |
| Hair Color: | A mix of reds and oranges |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Native to the Isles |
| Occupation: | N/A |
| Place of Birth: | Unknown |
| Base of Operations: | Mt. Diable |
| Marital Status: | N/A |
| Known Relatives: | Ernesto Santos (Adoptive Father, Deceased) |
| Known Powers | |
| Magma manipulation and creation. | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Confidential | |
| Equipment | |
| N/A | |
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Contents |
About Eliane
Personality
Lazy, and generally uninspired most of the time. Eliane would be happier back home taking a nap. There is of course more to her then that. She builds up, just like the volcano from which she was born. Inactive and dormant for centurys at a time, but gradually pressure builds up within, until the final explosive moment of eruption. In Elianes case, its not magma that is building but anger, depression, exhaustion, and just about anything else you can think of. When she final does reach that critical point your left with a fiery, wrathful and violent woman more then happy to leave a crater where her opponents are standing.
Description
With skin of bright orange and hair that would make a roaring fire look dull and tame, to say that Eliane stands out in a crowd would be an understatement. For the sake of not making her sound to wierd, I wont go into detail about the crown of magma that rests just off balance on her head at all times, and I really wont mention the floppy ears peaking out from under her tangled weave of hair.
Now her clothing is a whole nother matter entirely. Normally dressed in somewhat revealing clothes for no reason other then her own personal preferance. Her usual outfits are in awful shape. Torn, burnt, and abused to the point where her state of dress could make a fashion designer cry. The exception to this, is of course her accessories. A number of elegant silver chains and medallions all of obvious spanish make are draped around her neck at all times, and similar earings can be seen hidden with in her hair.
The Past
Birth of the Mountain
When the world was still a smoldering, volcanic, cratered wasteland. There was still one life form hopping from rock to rock. Barely intellegant, or even sentient for that matter. Appearing to be nothing more then an imp, she wandered in search of powerful heat sources. Which back then, were more then plentiful.
Sadly this paradise of hers wouldnt last. The world eventually cooled, the oceans formed, and life began to evolve. Thus bagan the first of her multi century long hibernations.
The Man
The Child
Upon awakening for the first time, Eliane had grown to the size of a small child. Roughly four feet tall, she was scrawny. Her wings to small for anything but gliding at this point. This was also the first time she ate. She found the hunting to be an amusing past time inspite of her lack of proper mobility.
The Ships
An unrecorded group of Spanish explorers eventually found the island, well before the first settlers came to it. Searching the ruins and forests of the island for treasure and riches. The only thing most of them found, was a fiery death. Quickly the men of the small fleet began to spread rumors of a demon child, a monster tainted by the devil himself. Determined to put an end to the rumors and reassure his men the head of the fleet Ernesto Santos took a small group and left for the devils mountain, or as it would be known in the future Mt. Diable.
First Encounter
Ernesto came to regret his decision the moment he saw the child. Her bright orange skin, her sharp pointed teeth, the wings and the way smoke poured from her body with each breath. Then the games began, and just like a cat and a mouse Eliane played with her food. Sealing the men with in the caverns they had entered to find her she seperated them, and one by one, she captured the pawns. Then the knights, the two men the admiral trusted most. They were like brothers to him, and like dinner to her. He snapped, weeks in the caverns, no food left his body covered in burns. The Child was shocked, everyone ran from her, screamed, and burnt. This man burnt, but he wouldnt scream or run. The two of them fought, and while the man struck every blow perfectly, but she was unphased. Eventually, bored of his attacks and not in the mood for another meal. She played dead, she fell over, and decided to take a nap.
Impression
Taking his prize back with him to the ship, to prove his victory to the men. He was hailed as a hero. This lasted for only a few short hours, away from the heat of her cavernous home Eliane was unable to remain asleep. She awoke and the destruction that followed left nothing but the captain, some burning ships, and the smell of burnt flesh in the air. He had been protected by his men. If they had only known how unnessacery it was. She had grown fond of the man during there fight, his anger and the passion with which he attacked her drawing her in like a moth to the flame.
As he layed there, waiting the final burning blow, he could smell the charred flesh around him. Maybe thats why he didnt notice the girl, an impish grin on her face as she held out the arm of one of his men to him. The spots where her teeth had ripped into the flesh still glowing red from the heat.
Her Father
He took it as a sign, he trained the girl. Seeing her as nothing more then a beast, he would use her to hunt for him, to cook his food properly, even to send up smoke signals daily in case a ship passed within sight. She was not as stupid as he thought though, and over time she grew attached to Ernesto. Learning his language simply by listening to his own words.
As Ernesto grew older, he grew to rely on this impish, never changing child more and more. By this time however, she had become fluent in the spanish langauge, and developed an intellect far more then the captain would have thought possible. As he grew old and senile, hallucinations began, he started mistaking Eliane for his younger sister that had long since grown. Calling her by his sisters name. She eventually grew to like it, taking the name for her own.
Cap Au Diable
The Woman
Having gone back into hibernation shortly after Ernestos death, Eliane did not wake up again until the construction of the Cap Au Diable PTS. In the centurys that had passed, she had grown even more, now appearing to be a rather attractive young woman. Her predatory nature remaned however, and it didn't take long before longbow captured her for murdering some of its soldiers.
Prison
Ever wondered what would happen if you put a bunch of lava into a small stone and metal cage? The people in charge of the Zig should have. She escaped amost immediatly. Literally melting her way out of the prison she was rescued by an Arachnos Flyer and taken to Fort Darwin on Mercy Island.
Return to Freedom
It was in these first few days amongs civilization that Eliane began to learn english. She also learned how to blend in. In a world of mutants and monsters no one was truely suprised by an orange girl, and that just made her hunting all the more enjoyable. After a few years however, she quickly grew bored of her games. She missed the man she called father, and simply wanted to return to sleep.
The PTS
It took her a while to cross to the right island, but once there Eliane discovored why she had been woken up, The PTS was distrubing the normal activity with in the mountain and was keeping her awake. So she decided to change that, she hunted the workers there, and eventually the men in charge of the PTS. Trying to get it shut down. This never happened of course, so to this day, she wanders. Hoping for a break that will let her return to sleep.
Powers of the Mountain
Magma and Flame
Being an elemental like Eliane, has its perks. Namely the control over her native aspect of nature. Magma, fire, ash, and smoke all fall within her domain.
Capable of using her her body as a source of power, she can create large quantitys of magma and even control it to some extent. Though, once it leaves contact with her body it cools very rapidly. Leaving nothing but oddly shapped rocks. Her prefered method of weilding this power is to form it into a massive mallet.
Flesh of the Stone, Blood of the Stone
This aspect of her nature has confused more then a few that have asked, and Elianes own cryptic mannerisms about it do not always help with that.
Through careful concentration, Eliane is able to merge her body with the mountains and volcanos from which she was born. While in this state her body becomes incredibly durable, taking on the physical aspects of stone. While her blood, heats up rapidly reaching tempatures of several hundred degrees when she pushes herself. This heat is partially insulated by her now stone like flesh, but her entire body can still get hot eanough to cause severe burns.
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