E’jira ♠ Gailenorth
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Nickname:
Dame Mosshands, Murderer, Grand-mere, Jiji, Everyone’s Favorite Warmonger Parent-killer.
Age:
Think WAAAAAAYYYY Back. The only person older than her is Death and I’m not to sure about that myself...
Gender:
Gender-fluid, will use she/her pronouns.
Species:
Tier, First Generation.
Sexuality:
Pretty people and personable relations.
Hair Colour:
Red, but can change.
Eye Colour:
Gold, will not change.
Weight:
Usually 159, will vary.
Height:
6’2”, will vary.
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Likes:
Her “Husband”, Cornelius
Horses.
Odjuret.
Fighting, except with Niel.
Dramatic Entrances.
Having red hair.
Dislikes:
Ruined Surprises.
Pigeons.
Also, REALLY obnoxious people.
Health
Physically, she’s doing quite well.
Mentally, she is also doing well.
Occupation:
Currently a little travelling knight.
Tattoos/Scars:
Sometimes there’s a lot of tattoos, sometimes there isn’t. Same with scars.
Skills:
So here’s the scoop: Can create other Tier [this will never happen]
Basically the most bomb-diggity alchemist you ever met.
Realm-jumping [it’s a thing that likely won’t be used in Wonderland]
Extreme skill with Odjuret, her custom axe.
Can see others Auras for up to 800 ft, can read vitals and emotions through this.
Weapon: Odjuret, a custom axe that has been with her since she started out.
[Shifty Mosshands]: Guess What! She can shapeshift. Literally anything, to the point of making mirror copies of other people. Unfortunately, she very much likes being a redhead, so she doesn’t change much.
[Mending Mosshands]: This girl can mend lost limbs. And broken ones but that’s not nearly as cool. A whole arm will take her a day or fifteen post, whichever comes first. Imagine how long it would take to mend from jelly legs.
[Enduring Mosshands]: Hope you’re ready for this fight because she will never get tired. Never.
[Manifesting Mosshands]: Basically, she can manifest her aura into anything. Mines, steps, clothes, etc. If you can think it, she can do it. Just let that sink in….clothes...
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Personality:
Seasoned - E'jira has seen her fair share of bloodshed and mayhem. It will be extremely difficult to shock her. Unfortunately this came from a youth filled with slaughter, which she does harbor some regret for.
Clever - Never the one without a sneaky plan or surprise.
Loyal - Her "family" always has a hearth to sit by and a blade to call on.
Eccentric & Unpredictable - E'jira always has a unique reaction to everything. This can range anywhere from mock sarcasm to just plain dangerous.
Fears:
Well, she already faced it when Niel died, but she brought him back so now she’s just afraid good ol’ murder ‘jira will come back and she’ll go back to slaughtering millions.
Backstory:
I was built for war. Everything I am and ever will be is based from this. Those that created me, the Lost Giants, thought to use me to kill one of their own, a powerful "builder" named Zervaris. It was their assuming that a being created through them would be subservient, regardless of intended nature. Imagine their surprise when it was them lying dead instead of their enemies.
For centuries, I could not speak, could not communicate. All I could do was try to exert this rage that coursed through me. All I understood was war. Learning was not a concept I was familiar with. I knew I had a capacity for things, but not which things. For sure, I knew a capacity for bloodshed, so I utilized it. It is a great regret of mine now, knowing that I killed so many...entire civilizations gone because of me. I knew emotions. I knew Fear. I could hear it in the screaming, their pleas. Every city treated me as though I was a demon, so I acted as one.
At one point, I came upon a nomad family that didn't. They cared about me, taught me. I learned language from them, and an appreciation for life. They named me. To them, I was Jhaheera. It meant Sun's Gift. They gave endless kindness and I lived with them. Unfortunately, survivors from one society had spread the story of me, and we were turned away too often. Life became increasingly difficult for them. They were slaughtered because of me. I was alone again, and very angry. Communities began to disappear at a faster rate. Sometimes I would kill only the livestock and burn the fields. Others, I would kill anything I could find.
Aside from bloodletting, I developed an insatiable quest for knowledge. All free time was spent reading. I became somewhat of a omniglot. A capacity for language was discovered. I still waged an eternal war on humanity, only now I could understand the vile things they said about me.
Roughly twenty-three hundred years after my creation, I had become somewhat of a living legend. In parts where I had yet to be, my story was treated as a myth. I met a being I considered to be Death. We became good friends. Still, It would be a long time before western civilization truly spread.
Zervaris, having survived the massacre of the rest of the Giants, had been watching my progress. She felt I needed to be stopped, or at the least, slowed. She created Bec. In the end, her efforts were in vain. Bec could never match me, and at one point, I almost destroyed him. We called a truce. If I stopped killing for sport, he would leave me alone. I went off radar for a while, spending time with so many different cultures it would make a normal person's head spin.
I studied golemancy, alchemy, necromancy...anything that might hint at what I was. There was never permanent life or autonomy. They could never surpass that roadblock. I found Bec again with this information and he surmised that there had to be a way, as we bother were made through some form of alchemy. He went to Zervaris, in hopes she might lend some light to this. She did, although it came at somewhat of a price. That was the last time we ever saw her. Her contribution led to the creation of the Second Generation. They were extremely vulnerable to electricity and fire, we never understood why. To protect them, we constructed the first private realm, something far less monumental than creating another Teir. I built my own, Bloodlet Haven, and left Bec to establish order while I worked on my legacy. My first Progeny, Nymbus, left as soon as she was created. She was not exactly the most grateful. It was a threat upon her life that led me to found the Watchers. The first of that order was Cornelius.
I found Niel in what would one day be Hungary. He was among a tribe of elves. A skilled fighter, but he cherished the written word. Half way through his tenure as my Watcher, we were bound. I don’t believe it was Love, but mutual respect that kept us together.
Fast forward a couple thousand years and the chance of civil war is brewing among the Teir. Some want to put me in charge [religious zealots], others want a democracy [new-formed Teir], and a good portion just want to have Bec stay in power [the good old ********]. It’s a rather pointless war considering we don’t really have a need for government except for the most controversial issues [murder, war, etc.]. So to avoid the bothersome matters of statecraft, I decided to take a vacation. Granted, Wonderland probably wasn’t the best option.
Goal:
Have the very best Mosshands and to reunite Jiji’s Angels….
Extra:
She has three progeny: Nymbus, Grier, and Ravis. Guess which one is the reason the Twins call her Grand-mere.
She’s technically “married” to her first Watcher, Cornelius.
It’s Nymbus, by the way.
She’s currently in disguise. NOT ANYMORE!!!
Don’t tell Silver.
Natural Form:
Berserk Form:
