[align=left]Basic Information
Full Name: Chance 'Tyche' Akame
Pronunciation: Ch-ah-nn-ss | Tie-kh | Ah-Kah-meh
Aliases: Blade-Master
Birthplace: Unknown, Nine Hells
Race: Legacy Erinyes
Gender: Female.
Age: Sixty-Seven
Affiliation: None
Profession: Mercenary, Mage-Slayer
Languages: Common
Accent: Fluent tones in common; hints of infernal dialect in her pronunciations.[/align]
[align=left]Physical Information
Height: 6'-01" (Six-Feet, One-Inch)
Weight: 172 Lbs (78.01 Kg)
Body build: Toned, Refined, Sculpted Muscular
Eyes: Dark Violent; Outer Iris is Crimson Red
Hair: Jet Black, Pony-Tail
Skin: Palen, former hues of red (patches)
Scars:
â—‹ Left Eye - Vertical down the center, Eye unharmed
Tattoos & Piercings:
â—‹ Right Shoulder - Wolf, chain hung from it's jaw[/align]
Appearance:
Although few knew of the woman until recently. Baring striking features of her heritage, strong monolithic muscular forms, robust and refined stature. Her face, chiseled and showing decades of wear, grown tired and resilient of the forces that yearn for her passing. Wings stretch from her back, littered with hellish feathers and wounds that one could imagine heal easily; as if their intent to be there were of her own design.
Through the unpolished expression; this woman displays herself with stoicism, a strength unrivaled. Eyes set with half-lidded appearance, underneath piercing with the multi-colored iris's that appear to be studying, calculating you with every breath. Set over her right eye are the bangs of her darkened hair; oily and uncared, stringy and merely exemplified her lack of care of imagery and more towards the raw nature of her cold savagery.
Carried in a unfamiliar brand of armor; stretched out at the hips to provide a largely defense for her giant size; the woman strides with unbridled confidence, an aura of dread, blood and agony littered with the stains of blood; scuffs and tings in the armor. With each step, the sounds of metal clashing with metal on her being emphasize the weight and power that was lifted with such ease from the woman; bore at her hips were a pair of aged looking weaponry. A katana fitted with minor augments, lined with silvers and blood; the shorter off-hand was what appeared to be an oath blade; a wakizashi given to those that swore to a master- However, she seems to bare no markings of allegiance or servitude.
[align=left]Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic Evil. [Formerly Chaotic Neutral]
Philosophy: "Stand strong in your own image; in this dark, cruel existence no one will stand by or for you. If you cannot do such a simple task, you are no more than a mere tool; to be enslaved by those that can command and control -- Us."
Personality Type: Enneagram Type 7 - Enthusiast
Deity/Beliefs: Susanoo-no-Mikoto[/align]
Personality:
Chance is portrayed as a stoic and blunt 'anti-hero' serving in the lands of Sigil as a mercenary and blade-master; coming from the depths of the nine-hells, dis-vowing herself from the demons and devils that plague the lands, she took herself to a strange and unusual place. Existing in extraordinary existence of her new life came a perspective of varied gods, beliefs and desires. Skewing herself from serving as a lesser-being in the hells, to someone that could become selfish and desirable to their own wants and needs. Taking this stance as she strode through the new lands, blades ready.
Through the trials and events that unfolded in her life, Chance grew distant of people, beings and places at a progressively rapid rate. Through her acts of minor selfishness and aggressive nature, the young woman encountered the denizens too; grew distant and forced her already defensive and forcible nature to take on new heights. Inevitably leading to her downfall of her deity and her new beliefs; abandoning what little she stood by she embraced that of which took a darker perspective on her being.
Although her faith and beliefs in Susanoo have retained themselves as a value, an image of what she once was. Her hope and desire from the deities to grant her a new beginning dwindled with a pace she was unaware could take such strides. This world drew her distant of what she initially grew excitable over; forcing her to only hold the ideal as a reminder, that she only truly has herself to count on, count for and to rely on.
Additional Information
General Health: Exhausted, Battle-worn, Forced
Defining Trait: Relentless, Heartless
Weapon of Choice: Uncared for Katana (Silver), Broken Oath (Adamantine).
Favorite Drink: Wines
Personal Dislikes: Fey, Humanoids, Glee, Happiness
Musical Themes: Warrior, Omerta
Inventory:
Broken Oath: A wakizashi that appears only cared for on occasion; displaying scores, wear and tears on the handle, handle-guard and the blood that was left to rust. Beyond such lack of care, the forge-work appears to be unrivaled a remarkable display of mastery of the metals; the adamantine in the blade showing little in terms of damages as to stand for its claims of durability
Silver Katana: In worse shape than the wakizashi, this blade has chips, dings, scratches and shows an unruly amount of destruction poured into its work. The forgework couldn't be identified nor appraised. The amount of blood, scuffs and burns this blade bears almost appears something entirely different than what the actual weapon is.
Jinkpurse: A small leather pouch that hangs affixed to belt loop, usually containing extraplanar coins in cog-like shape.
Additional Belongings: A emblem of Susanoo (It's scratched out through the center; symbolism for defection)
Jacked the layout from (Nimiane)
Chance Akame
