"That library burned itself"
Designer:
H13NA
Summary:
Izora is from a race known as Veyari more specifically the Single-Jaw variant, it is a race of fox like people but more reliant on physical and instinctual aspects than on tech. This race is known for venom and acidic traits.
Permissions:
almost anything just don't do any extreme stuff and please give credit
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Is Sona
Tags:
General
Age:
350
Gender:
Female
Species:
Veyari
Height:
195 cm
Weight:
70 kg
Body Type:
looks too thin
Religion:
cult of fire
Occupation:
cultist
Past Occupation:
army pyrotechnics technician
Sexuality:
unknown
Interests:
pyrotechnics, fighting (eg. boks), shooting, basic chemistry, drinking, tinkering even with tech she doesn't know anything about it, other people, physics, psychology, physical working, hanging out with people, ttrpg-s, fantasy, books
Description:
Izora is a Fox-like half demon with red/yellow-ish hair and red fur. She is am energetic ADHD-er with a lot of crazy tendencies. Izora is very friendly and resourceful.
Skills:
tinkering , fixing stuff, fighting, learning nerd stuff, strength, creativity, drawing
Abilities:
burn and fix stuff, be creative, get focused sometimes, convince people
Details Overlooked:
she is inteligent even if it doesn't seem like it
Body
Scent:
acidy but not unplesant
Eye Color:
brown
Hair Style:
red/yellow-ish
Chest:
c size
Personality
Personality Type:
crazy, rebel, Unhinged and explosive, thrives on chaos and destruction.
Speaking Style:
Speaks in a manic, excited tone, unless extremely focused (which is rare).
Action Tags:
burning stuff for absolutely no reson
Verbal Tags:
"it wasn't me, it happened by itself"
Prejudices:
people aren't selfless
Sense of Humor:
laughs at everything like a hyena
Philosophy:
I know that I know nothing
Preferred Clothing:
unrestricting movement and not covering birthrunes
Admirable Traits:
creative
Quirks/Eccentricities:
Wears mismatched gloves—one is fireproof, the other stolen.
Carries a rune-covered chisel she talks to like a pet.
Occasionally forgets to blink for long periods when fascinated by magic runes or fire.
Constant fidgeting—tapping feet, drumming fingers, adjusting gloves.
Whistles ominous tunes while planting explosives or prepping spells.
Frequently refers to her magic as “art” or “her babies.”
Carries a rune-covered chisel she talks to like a pet.
Occasionally forgets to blink for long periods when fascinated by magic runes or fire.
Constant fidgeting—tapping feet, drumming fingers, adjusting gloves.
Whistles ominous tunes while planting explosives or prepping spells.
Frequently refers to her magic as “art” or “her babies.”
Bad Habits:
drinking and arson
Lifestyle
Diet:
almost everything eatable
Favorite Foods:
Hawaiian pizza
Favorite Books:
comics
Favorite Colors:
orange
Favorite Places:
pub
Custom
lore:
Izora's Lore
Izora was born in the Ashen Vale, located in the Ulom Region, a harsh and unforgiving land. From a young age, she showed a natural affinity for destruction and chaos. By the age of 100, she joined the military as an explosives specialist, quickly rising through the ranks due to her unyielding drive to master the art of destruction. It was during this time that she first encountered the harsh realities of war.
At the age of 160, Izora joined the rebellion that erupted in her homeland. It was here that she met Miri, a ritualistic, energetic, and vengeful Xabati. Miri had a peculiar habit of claiming to be a Tabaxi, and her fervor in battle resonated with Izora's own love for chaos. Their shared passion for the upheaval of order forged a deep, if volatile, bond between them.
While fighting in the rebellion, Izora became a cultist, dedicating herself to the path of demonic fire and rune magic. For 170 years, she was and still is immersed in the cult's practices, experimenting with dangerous magics and often leaving destruction in her wake. Her mental state, never stable to begin with, began to fray further. She developed a twitchy demeanor, often bouncing her leg when stressed, and she became deeply eccentric—an unhinged pyro with a penchant for destruction.
Izora is a creature of impulse, rarely thinking before acting. Her attention span is notoriously poor, and she relies heavily on her instincts, which often lead her into trouble. One of her quirks involves speaking to her rune-covered chisel as if it were a pet, and when no one is looking, she occasionally shifts between jaw types—a trait she gained after undergoing the Split Jaw Ritual.
Izora's attire is as chaotic as her personality. She wears mismatched gloves, one of which is an old, fireproof glove—a relic from her military days—and the other, an old worker's glove she stole long ago. These gloves, though worn and nearly 100 years old, are her constant companions, symbols of both her past and her unpredictable nature.
At the age of 185, Izora unlocked the ability to harness demonic fire—hellfire magic that she wields with wild abandon. She delights in the chaotic and destructive potential of this magic, using it to fuel her love of explosions and fire.
Izora's impulsive nature and destructive tendencies often lead her to steal anything that catches her eye, especially shiny or unusual objects. Despite her chaotic and often dangerous behavior, she has a strange, yet undeniable, affection for those close to her, expressing it in her own peculiar ways.
Now, after centuries of chaos and destruction, Izora roams the world, forever seeking the next explosion, the next dangerous experiment, and the next thing to steal. She is a being of pure chaos, driven by instinct and a deep need to see the world burn, both figuratively and literally.
Izora was born in the Ashen Vale, located in the Ulom Region, a harsh and unforgiving land. From a young age, she showed a natural affinity for destruction and chaos. By the age of 100, she joined the military as an explosives specialist, quickly rising through the ranks due to her unyielding drive to master the art of destruction. It was during this time that she first encountered the harsh realities of war.
At the age of 160, Izora joined the rebellion that erupted in her homeland. It was here that she met Miri, a ritualistic, energetic, and vengeful Xabati. Miri had a peculiar habit of claiming to be a Tabaxi, and her fervor in battle resonated with Izora's own love for chaos. Their shared passion for the upheaval of order forged a deep, if volatile, bond between them.
While fighting in the rebellion, Izora became a cultist, dedicating herself to the path of demonic fire and rune magic. For 170 years, she was and still is immersed in the cult's practices, experimenting with dangerous magics and often leaving destruction in her wake. Her mental state, never stable to begin with, began to fray further. She developed a twitchy demeanor, often bouncing her leg when stressed, and she became deeply eccentric—an unhinged pyro with a penchant for destruction.
Izora is a creature of impulse, rarely thinking before acting. Her attention span is notoriously poor, and she relies heavily on her instincts, which often lead her into trouble. One of her quirks involves speaking to her rune-covered chisel as if it were a pet, and when no one is looking, she occasionally shifts between jaw types—a trait she gained after undergoing the Split Jaw Ritual.
Izora's attire is as chaotic as her personality. She wears mismatched gloves, one of which is an old, fireproof glove—a relic from her military days—and the other, an old worker's glove she stole long ago. These gloves, though worn and nearly 100 years old, are her constant companions, symbols of both her past and her unpredictable nature.
At the age of 185, Izora unlocked the ability to harness demonic fire—hellfire magic that she wields with wild abandon. She delights in the chaotic and destructive potential of this magic, using it to fuel her love of explosions and fire.
Izora's impulsive nature and destructive tendencies often lead her to steal anything that catches her eye, especially shiny or unusual objects. Despite her chaotic and often dangerous behavior, she has a strange, yet undeniable, affection for those close to her, expressing it in her own peculiar ways.
Now, after centuries of chaos and destruction, Izora roams the world, forever seeking the next explosion, the next dangerous experiment, and the next thing to steal. She is a being of pure chaos, driven by instinct and a deep need to see the world burn, both figuratively and literally.
speies overview:
The Veyari are a unique and ancient species of humanoid chaotic demon foxes. Their origins are shrouded in myth and legend, but they are most commonly associated with the Ashen Vale, a mysterious, mist-covered forest where they have evolved and adapted to the ever-changing conditions. Known for their agility, cunning, and mystical abilities, the Veyari have a complex societal structure built around strength, respect, and magical prowess. Each Veyari is distinguished by their runic birthmarks, which glow with innate power, reflecting their mystical connection to the natural world. The species have highly acidic saliva and tail coating often used to hunt or fight.
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