Name: Erika Vilgan
Nickname: Skittles
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Weapon(s):
- A woman’s wit, (don’t underestimate it.)
Personality: ”If I had to write a script about myself I would end up as probably the best person in the world. Should someone else write it though I would probably sue them for slander, despite how true it might be.”
Erika is someone who is very outgoing personality in an odd way. She won’t deny a conversation with you but she won’t bring up points about herself willingly and focus more about what you like and want to discuss. It’s more of a defense mechanism than anything else as she finds herself getting all too hurt when people take simple teasing to a whole new level, though she won’t cry it isn’t pleasant to deal with in the least. This has given her a bit of a poker face in many respects and generally has led to accusations of her appearing cold even if she doesn’t mean to be that way. It’s just how she naturally reacts to people.
When she gets mad she gets mad and expresses it, when she gets upset she holds it within herself unless it’s due to one she cares about; then she screams to the heavens that they shouldn’t do it. Overall a kind soul that has been trapped away within her own fantasies and career. Oddly enough her sense of humor (at least odd when you know nothing of her hobbies) is dark in nature. She tends to finds things involving violence or horror funny more than scary and has to a bit of shame admitted that the screams of someone getting pwn’d by a hollow can be funny if timed right. This being said she isn’t one to let her humor over take her better judgment and avoid helping or hurting those who deserve it, though she may be giggling the whole time.
Should you manage to get her to open up you will find she is more eccentric than anything else always enjoying a good discussion about her interest if coaxed enough to be able to avoid her inner fear. Still she will talk your ear off and go into great detail should you get that conversation going and then most likely apologize for ‘wasting your time’. It’s more of a quirk rather than a habit but still amusing none the less to others whom witness it for themselves at least to the majority of them.
In terms of her attitude towards other races she is more on the “meh’ side of things; she doesn’t hate them nor really care about them. If she can get a good story out of it she will be in but otherwise she would only check it out for curiosities sake of a friend’s sake. Sadly many times the things that go bump in the night and the creepy spirits love to fight against her meaning she has to take them on for whatever reason, but doesn’t mean she hates them. Be it a shinigami or a hollow she isn’t that hostile to them as long as they don’t insult her momma/call her fat/try to eat her face off she is fine with them, hell sometimes they have really cool stories she can adapt to her own works. That’s what matters to her the most her stories, and various adventures while trying to write them regardless of race or apparent attitude.
Physical Appearance:”My professional picture is worth a thousand words, but my mug shot is worth more around fifty and a facepalm.”
Erika’s appearance isn’t all that spectacular or at least that is her belief. Feeling like make up saves her life and that naturally she wouldn’t be nearly as good looking without it her morning routine is tedious. In terms of outfits she generally tends to wear less revealing clothes due to the fact that she never viewed herself as amazing in the first place and it always seemed to be the popular kids wore exposing clothing. They were all jerks so why act like they did? Regardless her favorite outfit is typically just an undershirt normally with a sweater or some kind of top over it with regular jeans and possibly a fancy hat or something, though rarely. Despite what her friend she has kept up with despite all the moves she has done say her view on her fashion won’t really change for a very important reason, one which she doesn’t discuss with most.
Her modest dress while important to her isn’t what she uses if she is purposely preparing for a fight or to go hunting those super natural baddies she loves to write about. Typically using more tight fitting clothes and showing more skin due to the need to be more mobile, and not get caught on everything around her, she feel likes it’s an alter ego. While she won’t wear a mask she will wear more unusual outfits and possibly a wig or two just to hide her features at a glance just in case someone she works with or knows on a more personal level sees her in the blasted outfits. Still though function over fashion when she is within a struggle, despite how the professional shinigami or wild arrancar wear those robes that seem like they would get struck on many an object. Seriously how do they not get caught on rubble, oh well her little thoughts will stay where they belong in her head, and her actions will stay out in the world.
In terms of anatomy and phenotypes, she is a mix of Caucasian and Asian. While she has the more pale skin color of her father, she still has the features of one who is of Asian descent, or at least what many typically consider them. It isn’t super obvious and most of her appearance facial wise blend together decently enough, but it’s the one thing she dislikes since she feels that the mix isn’t very appealing to begin with despite the fact that it is her. She is five foot five inches and while Erika is not super tall she isn’t horribly short; her weight is a secret (155lbs) and is completely not influenced by her choice of foods which are less than healthy most of the time. Her hair is that of a brighter mossy green and her iris’s color is that of a golden brown. She is right handed like most and was born on March 29th.
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Bio:”I could write hundreds of scripts describing life and still never capture what makes a person a person. That is what makes life so amazing be you mortal or sprit.”
Born within the country of Japan like many have been, Erika had a mixed race family. While it didn’t really matter much to her growing up as a young child it did make an impact on her young adult life. As a child though her life was fairly standard she would go to school hang out with friends, and study despite the fact that she found it boring. Nothing too far out of the ordinary in terms of what society saw her doing. On the side she would often read different scripts for the movies she became fascinated with and ponder what her own ideas for them would be like, making little mock adventures and playing them out within her imagination before she went off to sleep at night. Her father traveled and her mother was stay at home, and despite the fact that her daddy would always return to her mothers and her side she always wondered what he was doing all that while.
She wouldn’t find out until much later what he did on his business travels, when her family would be uprooted from their peaceful life within the suburbs to more into a big city closer to his family and a new job position. Her father had always been a business man but whenever she asked her mother what it was he did she would just tell her that it didn’t matter and that it was just regular stuff business men do. Though the suspense must be killing whoever is reading her history it is just a simple guess to the correct answer which she found out during her wonderful exploits of switching from middle school to middle school. Her father was a Quincy at least “on the side” as he put it. He did his work first in making various deals for the company he transferred too as part of a business deal made between his old company and his current one, and hunted hollows and all manner of super natural in case someone was in trouble or he service was needed by others for money.
Already a fan of horror stories even though at first they scared her, she was star struck that they existed in real life and weren’t just made up, for the most part. She was still sad that zombies and such weren’t around. Wishing to learn about it due to her little obsession that some people found fun and others found lame her father disagreed with it wanting her to not have to worry about the affairs of another world. Enter her bugging her mother for a year and the father agreed out of sheer frustration and seeing his daughter’s naïve enthusiasm. Whenever she had free time away from school work doing her various writings she would attempt to learn the ropes from her father.
Many years would pass the family by of mostly the same routine until finally it was time for Erika to move onto College. Having made it through High school and the like without much incident mostly hiding in the background and being a nerd who enjoyed writing for fun and submitting works to various publishers, she earned that which he parents wanted. Fully on quincy powers and while they weren’t the most perfected she was capable and could handle herself against… oh wait her parents didn’t care about that only the scholar ship she earned through her various writings. She had the pick of the litter among a couple of schools, and in the end she chose (Too lazy to think up one here). Despite all of it though and how she was going for a film major, she didn’t find much other than her hobbies fun. Writing horror and now practicing within the arts that she had grown up believing were a fairy tale encouraged her on to greater lengths of “ghost hunting” as it were even going as far to write a few scenes for a show about it.
Her father and mother tired of her little talk about it all the time, and her bitching about her school work while spying on her grades upon her computer came across it and submitted it to various filming studios. Eventually receiving a call to come down and discuss the script she was both mad and surprised that they actually wanted to consider it. Many different meetings and interviews later they accepted it, and requested that she write more causing her to gain the supposed “job of her dreams” even if they liked to steal creative control sometimes with the scenes. Finally a couple years later the program began production and now she like her father is forced to travel for the locations and shoots, performs college online, and of course hunts down all those pesky mystery’s that inspire her next episode. Showing the world vicariously through her writings what is happening even if no one believes it is true and just a show.
Still moving about various countries and locations she continues to be a horror nerd and film critique in addition to writing for the show she never thought would happen. Whenever there is a call from someone for a horrible slumber party that shall end in scary stories or wherever there is a hollow which needs to be cleaned up from the streets she will be there attempting to battle the forces of darkness whenever they may appear, even if it is the Shingami’s job. This is her gift and her curse she is Erika Guren paranormal writer and part time Quincy, and master of the cheesy background endings.
Type of bow: ”Nature is the same be it manipulated into machines, or left for entropy to control. What is important isn’t how we view it but how we use it.”
Erika’s bow isn’t all that strange appearance wise, well for a standard real world perspective. Appearing as a cross bow that mounts along either her right or left forearm the cross bow is pretty standard; appearing as a wooden frame and mostly worn or rusted color for different gadgets upon the device itself. Instead of the firing mechanism it has the forearm ‘grip’ which attaches all the way around said forearm locking it in place. Due to the way this bow appears it is obvious that it cannot be fired manually but instead is fired using the gather reishi rather than the movement of a hand or the swift click of a trigger.
When firing an arrow or using energy in general the threads to the firing mechanism become like that of a vine, and the various rusted parts seem to become covered in different forms of nature depending upon the technique that is being used, automatically making the crossbow look better but also giving a tell to the bows abilities. The reason why she has the nickname she does is because of this bows tell, making it look like “different colors of the rainbow”.
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Techniques:
- ”Rose Arrows”: More of the standard attack that Erika employs, they are her regular arrows. The appearance of them is different from the normally blue arrow or sword like arrow. These arrows appear to be perfectly straight roses with closed buds upon the top. Instead of vanishing upon impact instead they burrow into said object (if they could pierce it first of course) and grow small roots to “secure” themselves, though are fairly easy to pull out. The Bow glows green when standard rose arrows are fired.
- ”Bloom”: Designed be used with Rose arrows and preferably when there are many upon the field. By saying bloom Erika can cause the Arrows she had fired roses to bloom releasing a small amount of reishi from the object that they had been imbedded within, obviously this is more effective if the environment also contains reishi. The amount taken is small and doesn’t continue to drain once bloomed instead dying out shortly afterwards and fading away into reishi. The bow glows orange when bloom is commanded.
- ”Growth”: Using the concept of her other techniques Erika will shoot herself in the other forearm with an arrow, and with the command grow will form another cross bow upon said arm. Effectively doubling output of arrows, but at the same time the secondary bow requires Reishi to maintain, and isn’t as stable as the “real” one. The bow(s) glow red when this ability is commanded.
- ”Tangle”: A special arrow designed to be less conventional and more of a trap card. By saying Tangle the next arrow that Erika fires shall be like that of a vine rather than a rose. The vine while significantly slower than “normal” shots will be able to wrap upon an object upon impact constricting their movement potentially. The size of the vine is typically 10-30 feet, the bow glows purple when this command is used.
- ”Field”: No move pool is complete without a spam technique that’s big and impressive, at least that’s Erika philosophy. After this command has been given the next arrow shall instead be in the amount of one hundred. While each is weaker than a standards shot the sheer supposed “overwhelming force” of all of them is what makes it supposedly “deadly”; to Erika though she just likes to show off a little bit of “beauty” once a while. The bow glows blue when this command is used.
Quincy cross description: ”It’s clashing with many outfits, obvious to all who know a thing about Quincy, and all around a burden to always need to have with me, but damn if it isn’t fun to show off to rich snobs.”
Erika’s cross item isn’t really typical of Quincy; while it could still be considered a conduit for the bow its appearance isn’t that of just a standard cross. The “cross” itself appearing as more of an eight pointed star with twisted vines running along the side of it the “cross” make it appear to be more chaotic in nature than holy like many other Quincy have as a standard. While each individual section of the star is a cross in its own right due to the way the joints meet up though the green colored vines obscure it from just a momentary glance. The “crosses” overall color is more of a rusted/oxidized color; parts of the star shifting from rusted brown to oxidized copper in appearance, while the green vines either contrast or compliment the current portion of the star they are upon Color wise.
Quincy items:”It’s not about who has the biggest toys in a fight, it’s about who has the best knowledge to use them.”
- Seele Schneider x4: typically worn around a belt but sometimes hidden away within a sleeve or boot depending on situations.
- Hollow bait x10: Typically either within her purse, in her pockets or within a pouch on a belt.
Stat’s:Rank/level – ADP-1
Hankou - 12
Reiryoku - 12
Hakudo - 5
Seijuu - 12
Bukijuu - 11
Hoho - 3
Total points: 55
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The scene was dark and the night was only just beginning. Two people scattered about within the brush of the ever increasing forest. Something seemed to be chasing after them but they couldn’t see it only hear it. The wind carried it’s cries it’s scent its very presence with it. The couple alone without any supplies had been running for what seemed to be days on end even though it was a few minutes in reality the cold air only accenting their fear causing strife to be their master and death to be their dance partner.
The beast could not be seen nor slain within the darkest of nights and all they had was each other. The next bush always seemed to be safer than the last until the chills once again struck they were still being followed no way out and no way to live, the creature it’s aura within the air appeared before them though invisible and… and… and….
Gah it’s all trash! A thump rang throughout the room as a crumpled piece of paper smashed against the wooden hotel floor, You’re blowing it today Erika come on breath in and out this is just for fun after all… The light within the hotel room sat upon the same desk as the paper, the pens various pictures and reports all documented by the figure who was now cursing themselves out.
If emotional states could be seen frustration would be the very oxygen within the room. The various hunts had been slowed to a halt; with the show she had been writing and participating on taking a break between seasons in order for other media groups to catch up displaying it so for now she was out of muse and a current goal. If only the blasted media groups would hurry up I wouldn’t have to worry about the lack of muse and material I mean seriously a month break is nice but frustrating when I lack source. Suppose I had best give this another shot, with more feeling and emotion maybe… hmm might work.
A face stared back at one locked within a room. The face seemed to be innocent and wish for freedom, but could never grasp it. The face was that of the one locked away forever trapped with a monster that was within his own dreams. Ever present ever looming it was…
A piece of paper once again smashed against the ground, Ever present ever looming it was the BOOGIE MAN Buwahahahahahaha! What a stinker I suppose it’s just not going to work tonight… no use forcing it. Leaning back and sighing a heavy sigh the figure could only ponder amongst the now many failed first attempts as what was supposed to be a fun little side project being taken way too seriously. She couldn’t help it though she cared about her works more than dealing with spirits or whatever, hell she probably cared more than life itself since those works would live on… hopefully.
With a heavy heart the girl with little to no plotting ideas placed her hand within the lamp and turned it off; the fan’s shadow was vanishing and the night light was that made the room seem filled with some sort of life. It was all fine though the day hadn’t been much better than the night, mostly papers and the occasional call from a producer of her parents, apparently according to them she was living the “good life” though if she had wanted any part of the good life she would have wanted to have a permanent home within a city perhaps someone to cuddle up next to, but nope instead she was stuck with half baked stories and waiting in-between different signings and appearances.
Imagine someone with the power to see souls and know about parts of the afterlife and what happens to you; an amazing power that many would kill for and many religions would wish they had, and she was worried about her many ‘pathetic little stories’. Getting into bed after her little evening routine she had adopted for travel, she snuggled under the covers and started to drift off, only for ‘it’ to hit her. That’s it! the now obviously eccentric writer stated as she hoped up from the bed and clicked the lamp on again. It was all so obvious the real story wasn’t about the person, but about the circumstance. The real story that would be a master piece would be about not the person but what was around them, how they could see spirits and how they knew the real fear of the world. She would create a story that would enshrine the very essence of what it meant to be dead and alive! This would be her finest work yet, and all thanks to those failures of the night!
The sunlight cracked through the curtains of the room as the phone was within her right hand the outline within her left. Her publisher would love it for sure it was all ready everything was completed! Hello? Why are you calling me so early in the morning. Because I just wrote the outline of the greatest supernatural work of all time! The publisher seemed very surprised, well the one who had to deal with her personally, Alright shoot then what’s the pitch. Check it, alright it starts out that there is this guy who can see spirits but then this kid comes along and can see them too, so they go on an adventure and such but the twist is at the end the guy turns out to be dead. De—wait… How did you know? The sixth sense did it. It did what now? The movie I know you have seen it, it did that plot already. A click hit the man’s ear Hello?
The room went silent for a moment as the paper within her hand shook and she stared psychotically at it, Sixth sense huh? SIXTH SENSE HUH!? I’LL GIVE YOU SIX CENTS! Throwing the paper on the ground because she is an adult Erika smiled and taking her purse threw six cents onto the paper, How do you like that…I’m yelling at paper right time to get out of the hotel room to avoid insanity. hanging her head in shame she picked up the papers and began to throw them away one by one, someday she would get another good story out but who knows when that might happen, oh well she can dream can’t she?