So, out of the Tzutian Race, there are warriors. Fighters. Then some people who's power cant quite be explained. Persephone is literally the strongest of them all. And ironically one of the two characters I have of this name. (The second being the rival for the Champs Online chr.)

Note - I know the hands suck...but then again when was I good at hands. -_-

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Name : Persephone

Alias : Perse, Pink Eyed Death, The Demon

Age : 22

Hair Color : Raven Black.

Eye Color : Radiant Pink.

Race : Tzutian… or maybe something beyond one.

Nationality : Belatharian

Skin Color : Caucasian but slightly tanned.

Height : 6' 7"

Weight : 2, 859 lbs. (muscle and bone density)

Family ( and people she considers so ) : None that are alive.

Occupation : Waitress, Bodybuilder, professional Fighter, and other odd jobs.

Fighting Style : A personal style based off of several different disciplines.

Build : Incredibly muscular for her specie and gender.

Personality : Persephone is a woman of class, and has a very deep moral compass. She may not seem it, but she can be the most morally ethical person you may come across. But sometimes, she can also be one of the most borderline insane people if pushed enough. She’s a woman of many emotions, many moods, and still doesn’t fully understand why she is how she is, and can be frustrated sometimes when it comes down to it, but she wont take it out on one who doesn’t deserve it.

Likes : Intense Bodybuilding and weight training, Meeting others who are not as easy to break, working her jobs without much issues to worry about, children, watching movies with friends, drawing, reading letters her parents left for her, and meeting potential mates and hanging out with close friends.

Dislikes : People who disrespect her in her own home, children who act like they weren’t raised right, men or women who show signs of extreme ignorance when trying to court her, very very cold showers (she hates the feeling), Christmas lights being on for extended periods of time (she feels it’s a waste of electricity), when others are unwillingly experimented on and pufferfish (she finds them ugly. :P ) .

Danger Level : Persephone is something short of a deity… with such great an immense power, she is a force to not be trifled with. She is considered a N/A Class 2 rank fighter due to her intense and incredibly brutal style, with N/A Class 4 rank for physical endurance and focus due to her unique physiology and the impressive muscle density her body has due to its intense density and mass. Her mind abilities are considered as N/A Class 1 rank for having a rather intelligent mind capable of being able to analyze her opponents and her own skills and get around things with ease and her physical strength is considered N/A Class 4 rank in for having a high level of physical strength that she’s able to wield quite well. Her spiritual energy is registered as N/A Class 4 rank due the vastness and steadily climbing mass of energy in her body she has and the ways she can manipulate it to help her in battle. Taking these into account, her overall danger rank is at N/A Class 3.75.

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In a small mesa, on the Tzutian home planet of Belethera, lived a clan of experienced fighters who had traveled the world, serving as jacks of all trades. They were all great fighters, and exceptional beings, but the fun part about the clan, was that they were some of the most religious members of the specie of the Tzutians. One thing they had constantly believed in was the story of the war goddess named Ruiseta. Ruiseta was known to leave no prisoners on the battle field, and to easily be able to overpower and break her opponents on the battlefield. So as Arsato and Matimura of the clan had decided that they wanted to elope, and have children, after several attempts, they were finally blessed with a pregnancy. But something wasn’t right about this pregnancy… not in the least bit. Matimura constantly was ill, and she always felt weak… as if whatever was inside was killing her slowly. Arsato not even sure how to properly take or handle this, had the clan shaman check his wife for whatever could be the issue… and they had learned something that had changed everything that they thought they knew…

They had found out , that the child inside, wasn’t fully grown… but had a power that was already exceeding all in the clan. The reason why Mati was so ill, was because she was close to so much intense energy, that her body couldn’t properly handle it. It was even completely unsure if the woman would survive the pregnancy. So as much as she wanted and wished to see her child, as the months dragged on, she could feel her body getting sicker, and weaker. What was originally a powerful muscular frame, had eroded into a fragile, weakened state, as the surge of energy within the child was enough to weaken her to the point she was constantly bed ridden. Arsato did his best to please his wife, and to live up to whatever she asked of him. Their main goal and focus was to at least cultivate the child so it was able to not go down the wrong path. The day had come after several months, the child was due to be born… but through the incredible amount of energy from the child, while she tried to birth the baby, the baby ripped itself out of the woman’s womb, literally almost blowing off the lower part of her body, and killing the mother instantly…

The shaman had left the crying baby alone, as it laid in the crib, Arsato afraid of the baby that had not only claimed the life of his wife, but was his legacy. As he neared the baby, he looked at her black hair, her hauntingly pink eyes. As he neared the baby, she had stopped crying, and stared at him… and for the coming days, he had spent, staring, and watching the child who had done the same. He could feel her getting stronger by the day, just by sitting there, and it was still not explained. But he felt… no he knew that there was more to the child. He knew if anything, he probably wouldn’t have much time with her either… so he had to leave his mark with her. He had left an archaic tattoo of a demon that was known to be the pet of the goddess Ruiseta. He had also left a few markings on her chest, and had decided to name her Persephone. It was in his opinion a name of beauty, and he had also read of how it was a name of a diety of war from another culture. As the Persephone began to grow over the years, he had tried his best to teach her restraint, and control as best as he could. But as the girl tried, it became harder, day by day.

Her frustration had hit a fever pitch shortly after she turned 10, where a normal teaching session had started a slow downturn to what may have been an incident that would never leave Persephone’s mind. As her father continued to try to show her ways to control and manipulate her flow of energy. She had learned a lot from her father, but on that day, he felt something was off that day. As he continued to teach her, she had become more and more frustrated over time and had given into her frustration, and had while they sparred, Persephone hit him in the face with more than enough force to kill him. Persephone thought her father was playing around… but as she neared his lifeless form, tears slowly started to well in her eyes as she began to realize how much damage she had caused him. Her only parent left in the world, had been laying dead, and cold at her feet. Having a complete mental breakdown, she had blacked out…

When Persephone had come to, it was about 4 months later… and she was sitting on a mountain. She was passed out during her own 11th birthday… destroying the country side, and many other things. She realized this was what her father kept talking about. The dragon, the beast within was what he always warned her about. Arsato had always mentioned to Persephone, that if the dragon became uncontrollable, she should meditate, and seek himself or the soul of her mother for the peace she needed. She closed her eyes as she assumed a stance she would normally take with meditation, and began what she felt was the longest meditation period she had ever experienced. What mattered to her was to control herself… she had inadvertently ended the life of her parents… both times unwillingly. As she began her mediation she had tried to look for the things Arsato always asked for her to seek. Persephone looked deeper and deeper into her soul… and amongst the turmoil…and other things, she had felt, in the center of it was a spiritual manifestation of her father…and of her mother, the woman she had never seen, had left a minor tint of her own energy, and her father doing the same, with a message for her, just incase the time ever called for it.

The two would tell her, “…We know by this point… were not here. On this plane of existence. But what you have…what surrounds us. Is a power too great for anyone to have. All we wish, is you do what is right…and everything else will come to you.” She had almost instantly snapped out of her calm place, as Persephone had thought hard on the words her parents had left her. Reflecting hard on the words, she had begun traveling the universe, not only learning new ways to suppress her steadily growing power, but to also train herself more effectively, for she learned if her body had a greater mass, the energy could have been stored easier. So Persephone picked up bodybuilding and weight lifting to help with that process, and luckily for her, she was very easy gainer, putting on rather considerable size over such a short period of time. But nearing her mid teens, she had met a group of women who called themselves, the “Gentleladies of the Mi Amor.” Persephone didn’t quite understand the group, but it was a group of female gangsters, who all wore suits. The group had crossed paths with Persephone once, and unluckily for the group, they just happened to get on her bad side that day.

She made quick work of them, but didn’t quite kill them. Instead, she just wanted to know why they wore suits. The leader, Amaya told her, “If I die, I want to make sure my corpse is already dressed up.” Persephone agreed so much, that it was after that day, that the at the time 18 year old woman began wearing suits, feeling like she had to always look her best. Perse picked up jobs all around, people thinking of her rather professionally due to her dressing, having no idea about the woman behind the suit. Not knowing of the past she had… the lives she taken, the still somewhat untapped potential she had. One day working at the café she had been hired at, she had met a fellow Tzutian and her daughter, the woman was named Michelle Rabarte. After having a somewhat friendly conversation, the two felt they could test each other in combat.

Even though Persephone easily dismantled the rather powerful warrior, a strong friendship budded from that situation. Many years and many fights and experiences later, Persephone, now 22, has been mainly focused on helping the few friends she has made over the past 6 years. After hearing her physical form would possibly kill the fetus if she did choose to try and birth one due to her muscle strength and mass possibly crushing her fetus, she had slipped into a slight depression. It had taken some time away to rebuild her joy and her self esteem, but she was once again herself. Whether it was her friend Shoichi who had helped her become well known in the underground fight circuit, or Michelle, who had helped her start to get back in touch with her Tzutian heritage, Persephone just hopes for the day she can leave her legacy behind and the day that she can finally control the storm within her soul.


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