Kijuk

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"The sweetest way to die.."
Kijuk
Player: @Jupi Knight
Origin: Mutation
Archetype: Mastermind
Threat Level: 50
Personal Data
Real Name: Isobel
Known Aliases: Kijuk, Kij, M'lady
Species: Undead
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'4
Weight: 96lbs (Has stopped decaying)
Eye Color: White, pure.
Hair Color: Black, short.
Biographical Data
Nationality: American
Occupation: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Base of Operations: Cult of Blood and Bone
Marital Status: Master, Neretheim
Known Relatives: Unknown
Known Powers
Necromancy, Soul Mastery, Dark Miasma
Known Abilities
Flight, healing
Equipment
Unknown
Music:

"Paralyzed" - The Cardigans
"Isobel" - Dido
"Stuttering" - Ben's Brother
"Show Me What I'm Looking For" - Carolina Liar
"Beautiful Like We" - Joydrop
"Don't Blame The Moon" - Io Perry


Basic Information

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A horrid mess of blood and dirt, Kijuk usually preferred to keep her face covered. She tried her best to keep it hidden with a hood or something the like to avoid being stared at. With a strange twitch, her body would move unnaturally. Sometimes, joints giving way, causing her to have a demented-looking walk. She rarely noticed her own tics, or even the sick cracking sound of her bones. She was oblivious to it all. Her voice was meek, always with a stutter. It was unclear whether she was often nervous, cold, or simply had a speech impediment. A wreck as she was, she often judged people in her own head, sometimes saying phrases out loud on accident without realizing. She found that the living gave off a pungent odor, so she often kept to herself, or with others like her. She herself smelled simply of dirt, however on some occasions, a strong smell of pomegranate...

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