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Description
Name: Sarong formerly known as Fur cloak
Age: 2-3 hundred or so she isn’t really sure when she was born they didn’t really keep to close a track of those things in her old family
Species: Demon
Weapon: hell fire poi
Rank: Centurion
Class: Researcher
Personality: sarong is a quiet type of person very watchful of her surroundings and always seems content. She is very VERY interested in peoples specialties and secret talents, so much so she may even become giddy with excitement causing her expression and body language to change dramatically. She is absolutely enthralled by
Bio: born in a seemingly uninhabitable area in one of the most northern parts of Siberia, Fur cloak was part of a tiny tribe of hunters living a simple but harsh life in the extremely cold environment. With only her tribe and the barren land surrounding them there weren’t many sights to see, and being a curious ever growing young girl this wasn’t acceptable. Always wandering a little too far and searching a little too hard she often found there wasn’t much to see in her wasteland of a home. Collecting rock and sticks that seemed unusual, it wasn’t uncommon to see her take little things from kills either. Bones, pelts, eyes, or even teeth if it seemed odd on the familiar kind of animal you were sure when it had gone missing she had it hidden away somewhere.
Over time her yearning for something new only became stronger. She started to steal equipment at a young age promising herself that she would run away and see everything she can, refusing to believe there was nothing but what she had seen so far. By the time she had grown of age and was to be married to a young man of a sister tribe she had gathered enough equipment to start traveling south in search of new sights.
Finding her way into larger and larger civilizations as she came closer to the Middle East she was amazed by all the new sights. This went on for a while as she slowly wandered learning cultures and seeing all the unique things they made. Unable to pass up the chance to get a home and begin filling it with things she thought to be unique. After a while, maybe a couple of years, she started growing bored with her current arrangement. she made sure her house and belongings were kept safe packed up her essentials and began to wander again. Slowly making her way into Europe she started to notice some things between all these different kinds of people weren’t so different, but she brushed it off as she continued to search for that special something.
She attended school while in Europe she spent many many years studying the sciences, majoring in anatomy. She was always fascinated by living bodies and loved to see how different things were inside and outside. Well, there was a downside to this as many living things actually were very similar to each other, but different to anything else so it was always intriguing to an extent.
One day she had come across a young girl, there was something about her, for some reason she rekindled Sarongs curiosity and cravings of ownership. And that was never a good thing. Nobody knew when sarong started having a young girl fallow her on her heel but the turn of events didn’t sit too well with some people. Several being concerned about what exactly they did, there would be sudden changes in clothing and appearance, posture, and even movement, and for the most part was all lavalier. Many had become suspicions of sarong, the woman was already disconcerting as is, what could they possibly be doing. On sarongs side she was very happy with the young girl, she had started to take interest in science and was very obedient and mannered for someone her age. She would decorate her with beautiful antique sets of jewelry; more often than not they included her namesake. Dressing her up in wonderful dresses and clothing, she also helped her tend to her powdery locks. Nothing but the best for her little demon. She took pride in her work and the young girl involved, she truly was unique. That is all Sarong asked for.
Chum handle: antiqueOddities
Extras:
· She is about 5’8
· She has had her fare share of life experience and it does take a bit to catch her intrigue
· After stumbling upon the warmer areas of the world she had changed her name to sarong so she would not die from the horrible heat
· Speaking of clothing when sarong engages in combat with someone and uses her namesake she instantly transforms into her henshin, Lest you want to see the woman fight naked since She wears nothing underneath her namesake as it is too hot. after the first couple of incidents involving her indecent exposure she has come accustomed to changing for the modesty of others, though she doesn’t care either way.
· She rarely ever wears shoes to the point where im not sure if she even has shoes. If she does they are probably just sandals so the blacktop doest burn her feet in the hotter months.
· All of her personal areas are air conditioned, including her office , home and workspace (though work not to the degree of the others)
· The flush on her body is due to the near constant heat. She is actually very pale, fitting of her home environment to be honest.
· Her tribe has helped create the legends of the yeti in the upper parts of Russia. Added to that she is not squeamish about cannibalism seeing as many travelers had gone missing in the territories they have hunted. Humanoids are very interesting indeed.
· She owns several houses or hidden spots around the world filled with her collections.
· It is unknown exactly where she had come across Lavalier in her travels or what exactly they have done. They usually come across as either best friends or a mother and daughter .
· She will rarely if ever uncover her left eye, she says its due to preference in hair style.
