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Name: ???
Alias: Pluto
Gender: female
Age: 17 on a document, in reality she lost count (she is lying)
Story:
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Pluto lost her sanity at this point, and turned into a monster herself, using her newly gained curse as a guideline to survive and kill. Her main targets were dragons, which were known as the strongest creatures in the world she fell into, and she started with little hatchlings, consuming the source of their power, dragon hearts to gain strength. She carved a dagger out of the fang of a hatchling that she first killed. Pluto simply abused her intelligence; during ten years, she killed off a quarter of dragon population. By then, black reptilian scales covered her body, like thin layers of obsidian shaped into armor, and she grew talons and wings that resembled those of dragons. Pluto didn't age anymore, for her physique was more dragon-like than human-like. She dared to cross the line to test her power - she challenged a minor god that guarded the godly forest and killed him. The gods were furious of what she had done, so they sent the gods' executor, "Cathory", to punish her, but unfortunately, Pluto and Cathory's strength were on par, so their fight dragged on until gods realized that they needed to step in.
As intelligent as Pluto was, she was not omnipotent. She was caught and dragged into the presence of gods, bound in place like a helpless dog. For punishing someone from another dimension was forbidden, the gods attempted to erase the "truth" from her instead. But it was an ability given to her by the world, therefore impossible to undo it or suppress it no matter how hard they tried.
In the end, gods came up with an alternate solution. Cathory was to retire from her position as a executor and become Pluto's guardian and companion, and to fill the place of the god Pluto had killed, they were assigned to his post - the Forest of Dimensions. In addition, in order to prevent Pluto from going berserk again, they decided to put a restraint on her so that Pluto won't lose control. Pluto and Cathory were ordered to adopt orphaned hatchlings and take care of them, while putting the same markings on the hatchlings so that Pluto could channel and balance out her power through them. This was a way for her to repent her crimes, too - well; she did wipe out quarter of the dragon population. Pluto's personality was twisted through this incident, but she eventually calmed down.
Now Pluto is peacefully living in a house - or mansion or cave or whatever her family calls it - under this "tainted orchard", with hundreds of sons and daughters. Or will she?
"So this is where I end up: a tainted orchard."
"It is not an orchard. This place is the Forest of Dimensions, and each of these trees represents each dimension--"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Cathory."
"By the way, I am getting tired of addressing you as "you" or "hey" all the time. You got a name?"
"I forgot. Well, I know it, but it does not feel like my name. Why are names important anyways? No, wait. Don't answer. I know that you can make a three hour speech on that topic."
"You seem to know me well now. So, name?"
"Hmm... Since we are the people living under tainted orchard, let's abbreviate that and stick to 'Pluto'."
""People"? Not dragons?"
"I am not a full dragon to start with, and there is no way I am choosing Dluto as my name."
"Fine. Pluto it is, then."
"You are not gonna argue this time about the "orchard" thing?"
"Shut up, Pluto."
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Abilities, Weaknesses and Weapons:
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Height: 150cm, 5'0"
Weight: 48kg, 106lbs
Appearance:
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When she takes on a dragon form, black tail and wings will grow, and her forearms will turn into vicious talons. Pluto's eyes resemble those of reptiles at this point, with whites turning black and iris turning into indigo blue. (Same color as her stick figure color, #2C2566) Her pupils will turn into narrow slits just like what happens to cats when they step into the bright surroundings. A maroon-colored tattoo appears on her body during this form: this "tattoo" looks like there is a vine crawling up and around her limbs and neck.
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Personality & Traits:
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On a side note, do not disturb her when she is zoned out; she will either metaphorically or literally bite you. She spends most of her time in this state, trying to sort out the "truth" in her mind; since the world is infinite, even to this day, she is sorting. She would categorize them and file them away like putting books away in the library. It is like a way for her to reflect on herself and see ahead.
She has an accent of somewhere between American and British. It is easy to predict whether Pluto is in a good mood or not because she will start speaking faster and faster in a British accent when she is agitated. She addresses others as "Oi" or "Yo" or "Hey" often, making her sound rude - don't be offended though, Pluto just isn't good with names. She has a complex about her height; ever since she froze in time, Pluto's appearance never changed even a bit. She is probably shorter than most of the people she battles with, so it will give her an access to lower body parts, but at the same time, she will have a blind spot for anything above her eyesight - considering her "truth" ability, it wouldn't be a blind spot, but Pluto won't be able to dodge some it even if she knows. Pluto has a short stride, therefore trots around to catch up with others when walking.
Pluto is mildly addicted to caffeine - she won't last the day without drinking at least a cup of coffee. She will drink soft drinks time to time, but it does not seem to suit her taste. She cannot stand eating something too salty or too sweet - Pluto consumes chocolate once in a while for extra calories, but that is pretty much it. Why she decided to join RHG is unknown, but it seems as though she has a great sponsor.
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Demo:
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So there she was, staring into nothing while her mind was racing like a maniac. But her trance ended abruptly, for something important sprang into her mind.
"Oi, Cath,"
Pluto called out of the blue, stopping Cathory from walking past the couch where Pluto was lying. She seemed to have snapped back to reality now. A wide grin spread on her face while she sat up to face the brunette dragon lady. Cathory gulped at Pluto's expression; her grin was almost mischievous, like a small child trying to pull a prank on somebody. She knew exactly what Pluto wanted from her when she smiled like that. When Pluto finished her sentence, Cathory couldn't help but sigh at her psychotic companion.
"Let's spar."
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"Oh, lovely dog days."
"It is not even that hot."
"Hmm? No, I mean I feel shitty like a dog - not a reference to hot seasons."
Standing in the middle of the sparring ring, Cathory glared at Pluto, who was staring at the far end corner with her dagger dangling carelessly in her hand. "Pluto," she started to complain, "it is not sensible to pour everything out on me just because you are having a crappy day." At this, the girl's black eyes bore into her, as if digging deep into her mind. Pluto's blank expression turned into an innocent face of a child.
"No?"
"No," Cathory confirmed. But as far as she knew, Pluto did not care. Instead she countered, "Does that mean I can dump this shitty mood on someone else?" Lost in words, Cathory rubbed her temples. This girl wasn't just crazy - she also had a way of going around the words effectively. When the dragoness did not reply, Pluto let out a low chuckle, and positioned herself like a cat just about to pounce on its prey. Her permanent frown was distorted into a smile that sent a chill down the spine, and her eyes sparked back to life. Pluto closed in without a warning, her ivory dagger making a intimidating curve just as Cathory stepped out of its path.
"At least tell me when it starts, will you?"
"It's not like you can't dodge it-- Fine. Start!"
When Cathory shot a glance at her, Pluto pouted and resumed the fight. As Pluto jumped back, Cathory summoned her own weapon - claymore with ancient runes engraved on its blade - and poised for an atta