Villetta Nelliel Guinevere

[Guest]

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CASE FILE:Alkahestrist

"No world is without sacrifices. But if we produce casualties, we would also sustain casualties of our own."
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FULL NAME:
→ Villetta Nelliel Guinevere

AGE:
→ Actual Age: 43
→ Age Appearance: 26

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Unknown; due to advanced trauma she has forgotten.
→ Toulon, Rouen

RACE:
→ Rouenian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ May 6th, 1969

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'9"

WEIGHT:
→ 135 lbs

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ In her dormant state, she seems to be nothing more than a child. Standing a mere four feet nine inches tall, she resembles a child in every way. Her skin still young and smooth, which defies her true age. Her muddy blonde hair is very long, and worn in two ponytails. The ponytails are tied with bands that are a deep reddish-black, and each has three leaf-like points. Her eyes appear to be reddish brown. She possesses fangs, which can hardly be seen unless she shouts or actually bites something. In her awakened form, she takes the form of a full adult version of herself, in which she greatly resembles her deceased mother. Her hair is loose, and she is naked, but a black spiky substance grows up across the right part of her body, and she grows wings. Her body also fills out in the appropriate areas, and in this form she is capable of bearing children should she choose to go through such a thing. But as it stands, her body is nothing more than a child in it’s natural state. Villetta having regained most of her memories has decided to stop hiding behind a false visage. She had taken on the appearance of her first childhood friend, and in doing so hid from her past. In fact, Villetta has dark skin, green eyes, blonde eyelashes, and messy short blonde hair with three braided locks. She now wears a jacket with a high collar that covers the lower part of her face downward, while baring a good portion of the lower half of her large breasts. The jacket, unlike most other jackets, has a zipper running along its entire length that is opened from the bottom upwards. The jacket's sleeves completely envelop her arms, ending in black glove-like extensions at her extremities, resembling the appearance of a cat's paw. She has grown very accustomed to her new body, and has chosen to hold her age at the peak of her physical potential.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Villetta is child-like in most aspects - she is small, cheerful, energetic, and carefree most of the time. She is often seen latched onto the back of her Doll, usually just over his left shoulder, and is somewhat territorial about this position. She is surprisingly intimidating at times, especially when annoyed. Like her Doll, she has no sense of direction, but even so, he relies on her for directions. Villetta resents being criticized in any way and will often attack the perpetrator. Further reflecting her child-like nature, Villetta likes to give people nicknames.
Villetta’s favorite free-time activity is eating sweets, though she will eat pretty much anything. Her appearance is in stark contrast to her vocabulary, which contains a number of bizarre phrases and words one wouldn't expect such a small child to know, such as calling the skin on her elbow “Arm Labia’s” and referring to herself as a Nympho. When serious however, she is much more mature, composed, logical, sophisticated, and intelligent than her child form. She is also relatively level-headed in terms of how to fight, stating that if one's excuse for a battle is to fight out of hatred, prejudice, or simple competition, then it is merely instinctual and animalistic, and that it makes the challenger look "childish," "unworthy," and "not much of a warrior". In her Awakened form, she will blatantly refuse to finish off weaker opponents, but in her dormant state she has a childlike brutality that is quite barabaric.
As witnessed during her numerous fights throughout her life, Villetta's adult form is shown to be relatively calm and silent when fighting, preferring to speak only when spoken to, a rather uncommon trait among most people. She is even shown to enjoy reading, usually seen reading a book of her choice. She is htalso shown to be a loyal, respectful, and trustworthy warrior, who will diligently follow the orders of her commander, provided said commander has proven his worth. She's also knowledgeable, analytical, easygoing, fairly compassionate (usually towards her friends), humorous in her own right, and exhibits a cheerful, energetic demeanor when relaxed. Although having grown up physically, she somehow retains her child-like affection over certain things. Her attitude has become more stoic after recent events. She is calm, taciturn, level-headed and analytical, preferring not to engage in combat; she is content with silently observing both parties until the fighting reaches its conclusion. But that is not to say she will not fight if provoked, in fact, she is rather brutal in actual combat. If she must fight, she believes in completely crushing her opposition. Although this brutal nature may surface, she rarely allows it to consume her completely. Trying to eliminate her ties to the Yakuza, she has distanced herself from things affiliated with them.

LOVE:
→ Candy
→ Night sky
→ Solitude
→ Good Liquor
→ Smoking

HATE:
→ Needless combat
→ Crowds
→ Sugar-free candy
→ Irrational People
→ Guns

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Her Actual Age is 42 years old. Which hasn't changed in the least.

IDOL:
→ Maki

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HISTORY:
→ Villetta’s mother lived just long enough to happily name her daughter, but the complications of Villetta’s birth and the abnormalities in the anatomical structure of her mother’s womb caused the birth of Villetta to literally rip the internal organs out of her mother during child-birth. Sad. Her father never came to claim her, so she was placed in an adoption program. The adorable little girl that she was, she was adopted no more than three weeks later. Her family were a happy couple of Alkahestrists from Rouen, who couldn’t bear their own children due to complications. Growing up she learned Alkahestry like the back of her hand, learning to understand and manipulate the Dragon’s Pulse since the day she could speak. By the age of four, she was capable of performing basic Alkahestry. A feat that made her foster-parents extremely happy. So they began to show her what Alkahestry was capable of. As she grew, she began to expand her understanding. She learned and took in information at a remarkable rate. It wasn’t long before she cursed herself.

Accidentally, causing a parasite to form within her body. The parasite would draw from her life, and soon kill her. Her foster parents did what they could and in the end gave up their own lives to construct a stronger array to hold the parasite at bay. But in doing so, they halted the girls aging process. Although, her aging was greatly retarded, she would still die when her brain reached its maximum ability to function…which ranged from 98 years of age to one hundred and eighteen. The aftereffects of the array wiped her memory. All she could find in the house were a few photo’s of herself, and a few notes about her as she had grown. She learned her name, and guessed her age.

She spent a few weeks living in the house, before the food ran dry. She soon was forced to leave. The lights in the house ran dark, and the fighting had finally reached her neighborhood. She was taken as a hostage, more so to the fact that they did not wish to kill children. It was here that she began to sing. In that captivity, she could only sing to escape the confines of her prison. As a prisoner of war, she had no rights and the cruel men with no morals defiled her to the point of traumautization. But she remembers none of these days, not the torture, not the humiliation, not the pain. She only remembers the songs. When she awoke from her daze, she had a new friend, a new doll…a new life. She called him Zephon. And they travelled together, for many years. She soon collected a few other dolls, and started her own little family.

She began to do odd jobs to get money, many less-than-legal jobs using her Dolls to get the job done. It was soon brought to light that her Doll’s were nothing more than dead bodies, she implanted with a parasites, and function to her commands on an instinctual hive mind system. So her ability to infect these corpses made her quite the little Necromancer. The strange thing about them, was that they retained the personalities of whoever she revived. Not because they still possessed a soul, but because the chemical memories in their brain were still present to influence a personality of sorts. It was quite interesting on a scientific level, but on a personal level it was an abomination. Any Alchemist would be disgusted with her work, that is if they only knew they were dead bodies.

Villetta wanted to see what her creations were, so she dissected a body to find the parasite. She took a small knife and sliced open the spine only to be pleasantly surprised. To put it simply, the parasite makes a nest in the neighborhood of the lymph node on the back of the head and brain stem. It attaches itself to the central nervous system and takes over “the control”. She deduced that people with strong personalities and willpower, then the abnormalities could be kept to a minimum. But eventually, after if grows to the size of around five inches in length, the body won’t obey the conscious mind anymore. This would allow her to command the parasite as it’s “Queen” The parasite looks more like an baby squid with several tentacles extending around the brain stem to “jack” into the brain. She later did a blood culture to find out that in her body produces a type of enzyme in her blood and saliva that function as eggs to infect others. So she would need to physically bite someone, or have them ingest her blood to infect them.

So she was basically a walking epidemic. She could reanimate the recently deceased, so long as they had not begun decomposing to badly. The brain had to be intact as well, but once the conditions were met. She could have a new doll do her bidding. In this manner, she is capable of performing many illegal things without having them tracked back to her. Dead people tell no tales. Well at least the ones she commands. She currently only posses four Doll’s and she uses them sparingly. As they tend to attract attention, well the females do at least.

As the years, passed she needed to add to her Alkahestry array. In a fit of anger, her body forced a mutation. Her body went through a hyper-accelerated aging process, which gave her the body of a 24 year old woman. This process not only increased her bust, hips, legs, height, and weight, but bolstered her muscular system to peak human ability. This makes her many times faster, stronger, and more durable than normal humans. It was quite amazing, except it was usually brief. She couldn’t change that, but she could lengthen the time. So she altered the array to allow the Parasite inside her to grow a bit more. This would give her a greater amount of control over it, and allow her to gain a stronger ability over it. However, she knew she was shortening her own life at the cost. The parasite would spread down her spine and integrate with nervous system more closely.

As the time passed, she had to travel and operate without her Doll’s constantly around. It was on one particular day that, she pushed her Parasitic body to uncover yet another ability. She had received an assignment to kill three men. However, these men were no mere people. They were highly trained personnel sent to kill her current employer. So they leaked information saying that her boss would be held up in an abandoned structure in an office on the top floor. It wasn’t long before the men showed up.

“What’s this? An abandoned parking lot?” One of them asked the other quite loudly. Villetta sat in a corner behind a drum of water, reading a newspaper. The funnies to be exact. She had been trying to set up traps for them all day, but they persistently made it out without so much as a scratch.
“Grrr…my last chance, should I try and escape…or just finish ‘em off here?”
She missed there conversation, something about why one of them didn’t use guns. But she didn’t care much. They soon split up, a good tactic to avoid ambush, but makes it easier to be picked off. Villetta moved across the ceiling, using the pipes as a hand and foothold to move about. One man. 5’11, spikey blonde hair and wearing goggles. He had dual-bladed wristblades on his right wrist.

She dropped down on him and was instantly knocked back. She flipped backwards to maintain her balance, and the man leapt after her. Seeking to close the distance in one movement. Villetta stood completely naked in this parking structure. As the man took a swing at her with the blades, she passed by him extremely swiftly. “Heha! Missed ya, Darlin! I’ve been pretty lonely these past two days! Nothing but men in my company, its refreshin to see a beauty in front o’ me.”
“…” Villetta looked upon him with unconcerned eyes, he was way over his head. But she couldn’t afford to take him lightly. There was two more after him that she had to kill.
“That arrogant, pretty little face of yer’s, with all that snow-white skin…yer like one o’ them virgin Goddesses, custom made fer my tastes. And cuz o’ that…I’m gonna conquer ya!”

He dragged his blade across the ground as he moved in on her once again. She tried to step back only to realize the pillar was behind her. So she jumped upward, clearing his attack with ease. She then kicked off the wall, and over him. He cursed as he spun to try and catch her, but she was already in position. As he took another stab at her, she leapt upward and pushed his arm between her legs. She landed her knee’s on his shoulder’s and drew her arm back to aim for his clavicle and rip it out. Before she could touch his skin, she felt three iron spikes drill into her arm, ribs, and hip. The fourth missed by millimeters, cutting her arm in the process. She fell to the side, but not before using her fall to drop her heel into his face. Sending him careening backward. She rolled across the ground as he cursed again, and fired off four more spike from hie metal gauntlets. Two missed, and two struck her in her left thigh. Highly injured, he figured this was his victory. Before Villetta realized he was upon her, did she naturally react. She was pumping adrenaline now, she placed a leg under her, and vaulted forward. Aiming her fist at his face. The velocity of both, caused the bones in his face to break. Blood flowed from his nose and mouth freely as he smirked. “You done hittin’ me bitch?”

She couldn’t believe it. Any person should be unconscious after a blow like that. She was caught up in her thought, when she felt his arm slam into her ribs. “GET OFF’A ME!” The sound of her ribs breaking echoed loudly, as the force of the blow sent her flying in the opposite direction. She slid awkwardly before feeling a shooting pain in her right arm as well. She crashed into a few crates and began wheezing and hacking as she could painfully draw in air. At least her lungs weren’t punctured. “Oops! Dearie me! Could that’ve been yer ribs shatterin? Jez now. I’m sorry. Ooooo What’s this?! Ouch! That’s an ugly dislocation in the right arm there, ain’t it?” She stared up at him defiantly. It was the first time, she had been outmatched by a normal human. No he wasn’t human. He had to have had physical augmentations. He strolled over and grasped her by the chin and lifted her up. “Pretty good final struggle though! Excellent performance! Just one little problem… that Kung-Fu shit don’t work on professionals, bitch.” He began to lick the blood that trickled down the left side of her face. “Time to finish this shit up” He aimed to stab her, but met the barrel.

He dropped to his knees grasping his head. “What is this? This ain’t…?” Villetta began to laugh. His pitiful state meant he had no idea what she had been trying to do since her first strike. She was clearly outmatched physically, so she had to resort to a few underhanded tactics to ensure she’d come out alive. “Heh. The aftereffects of my glorious final struggle, perv-boy. You sure are well built, but you forgot to put shock absorbers in your skull to dull possible trauma. It doesn’t matter if you’ve got some sorta ubermench body…you ain’t protected from head trauma at all. Keep up a continuous series of impacts to the skull and inevitably your central nervous system’s gonna fuck up.”

“YOU BITCH!” As he stood up to try his hand at stabbing her again, she raised her bloodied hand, and he met a crimson red blade. It pierced his skull all the way into his brain. She arced her arm, and the blade sliced through his skull with ease. It seemed she could manipulate her infected blood to a certain degree. But how far? She had no time to think about it. As soon as the fight ended another began, the second man was built like a tank, and broke through one of the concrete barricades by jumping through it. As he landed near her the force of the impact sent her flying across the floor again. Damn, if I get hit even once it’s over for me! A large metal container was on his right arm, looked to be automail. Great. He was better armed than the first one. He rushed toward her smacking a car out of his way with his automail arm, and then swung it up at her face. “Bang”

She threw herself to the side, and scampered away for dear life as a volley of bullets erupted from the contraption. However, no one can fully evade bullets. She took another shot to the leg and this time it sent her sliding behind a sort of cover. She cringed in pain as she pulled herself up near a support beam, she began to pull out all of the projectiles. She willed her blood to stop bleeding out, and it clotted the wound, but they weren’t closed. The pain was still there and her arm was useless at the moment. She was running low on time as well. Still there was one more after this guy. She had to slow down and analyze the situation. His style is rough, but he’s much more careful than the perv-boy just now…there’s no sound. That big guy still hasn’t moved? I’ve lost a lot of blood, too…Ugh my hands and feet are getting numb. I don’t have the energy for any kind of close combat…I have to find a way to deal with him in one go. If he uses that machine gun one more time on me I’m over…

PAK! Tink, Tink!

FUCK A GRENADE! She got up and jumped as far as she could, before the concussive force pushed her across the ground. “That’s right. This is IT!” Crap she was in the open and he was staring her down. She had only one option to close the distance and slip past him before he could fire. After that she needed to find cover again. She darted forward and he brought up his gun, she quickstepped to the right and pivoted around him. Her arm rubbed across his chest. She stumbled and fell behind him rolling to a stop. The Giant of a man began to laugh. “You’re starting to slow down, don’t bother to resist anymore.”
Villetta smiled at him and held up her left hand. “You should always watch out for pickpockets” She had managed to snake her fingers into the pins for the grenades attached to the belt on his body. He looked down and issued a single word. “FUCK!” The explosion wracked the entire building, and his automail arm was flung toward Villetta striking the pillar with extreme force and nearly took it out. As the smoke thickened, she barely noticed the man who grabbed a handful of her hair. He swung a machete at her throat. She fell back allowing him to cut her hair and freeing her from his grasp, and she rolled with the smoke. Leaving him staring about in search for her. She hid behind a pillar and he passed right behind the one she was hiding before. He stopped. The cackling in his earpiece was demanding he cease his operation and retreat. He attempted to argue, but the voice said that the two that she had just killed were dead. His arm swung out and smashed a part of the pillar, but not before she swung around with her left arm extended. A reddish-black blade erupted from her two fingers forming an axe, and she watched as her blood cleaved his head from his shoulders. Or so she thought, he had grabbed at her blood and stopped it halfway. But the damage was done. He wrenched it from his throat and stumbled back. As he fell, she knew he was dead. Dead bodies hit the ground in the same sickening sound. The adrenaline wore off, and the pain came rushing back. Her body shrunk down to its child form, and she began to grunt and cry in pain. It wasn’t long before she passed out. Zephon who had followed her despite her orders, and collected her. Taking her to be treated at a clinic. After the ordeal was said and done, she was paid for solving the problem of the assassin’s, and her contract was suspended. After trying to go straight for a while she had no such luck, and ended up falling into the Yakuza. It wasn’t pleasant, but at least she was good at what she did. She always had her Doll’s to fall back on afterall.

Since the crisis of Maki, she has undergone an enormous amount of psychological stress which has subsequently unlocked some of her memories. As such she has regained both her birth form and most of her heritage. She has taken it upon herself to take up restoring Rouen to it's former glory. As such, she has joined RIOTE in order to gain control over the land. Although her intentions are unclear, she seems content on following their instructions to accomplish her goal.

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TRIVIA:
→ Rouenian, Aerugese, Drachman, and Amestrian. All foreign languages are accented by her Rouenian blood.

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ALIAS:
→ Yuki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Villetta and So-Sul

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Revamping for the next Arc.

FACE CLAIM:Bleach/Tia Harribel

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Pestilence
→ Lady Ville

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ The Plague Alkahestrist
→ The Bone-Pulse Alkahestrist

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[Guest]

REVISE

1] She'd be 43 in reality.

2] How did she actually get this new body? Surgery and such? Might be a good idea to include it in her History.

3] Vanuatu - it's actually an island in the South Pacific. If Rouen's the MDA equivalent of France, why not go for something like Paris, Nice, Lyon, Strasbourg, Nantes... etc? Unless you've okayed this otherwise, but it'd make more sense to go for a French city.

Ayden needs to meet her at some point, haha.

[Guest]

Changed her core age, and updated her city to something better situated IN France. As for her physical changes, it's all in her Alkahestry, she can cause extreme mutation within her body to change her appearance.

EDIT: Anytime playboy.

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