Dahlia Devreaux

N/A

686 years in total, over four reincarnations. Current incarnation is 20 years old.

Micans Nitore

Fate/Extra Protagonist - Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus -OR- Saber

5ft 1in

133 lbs

Dahlia is a woman of elegance, no matter her incarnation. Always one to wear over the top dresses and extravagant jewelry, she looks like a porcelain doll most of the time, her pale skin mimicking it perfectly. Throughout her entire life and unlife, she never changed appearances much. She was always born into a rich family that bought her the most exquisite clothing and items. Her latest incarnation wears an elegant, somewhat bridal white dress with a matching veil. She has short blonde hair and bright green eyes. Under her dress, she wears a skin-tight white bodysuit and cuffs over her wrists with flared out feathers. If one didn't know better, they might think she was on her way to a wedding with how she looked.

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- Level-Headed Opponents
- Dissuaging Attacks
- Having Tea

- Unneeded Fighting
- Her Dark Side
- Brash People

- Due to her being able to remember everything she's done over four reincarnations, mainly her deaths, she is prone to losing it at times of harsh stress. This unlocks a much darker version of her, one that she is incredibly good at keeping under wraps.
- She's not very powerful overall, and hesitates to use force to gain what she wants. She's much more at home with talking to people.
- Her abilities and skills, albeit very powerful, cannot inflict direct physical harm to anyone. To win against her, one must merely outlast her deadly abilities.

- Talking is always an option with her, the woman vastly preferring it to actual fighting.
- She's eternally kind and generous to a fault, and believes that everyone has some good in them.
- She is always willing to lend a helping hand to another, regardless of species.

Bow, Sanrei Glove, Ginto Capsules

Her bow is a longbow that is fashioned from a pair of beautiful white angel wings, mimicking her clothing in splendor. Feathers even fall from it, were it struck. Her bow is also peculiar in the fact that it has six strings rather than one. Dahlia can remove it and play it like a harp quite well, further displaying her aversion to actual combat.

Dahlia's Quincy Cross is an ornate, eight-pointed star that appears to be made of solid diamond. There is a gold ring around the points of the cross, confining it. The Cross is mounted on her chest on a tight choker, always just below her neck.

Mastered

Name: Ermüdenden Schuss (Fatiguing Shot)
Item used: Bow
Type: Offensive
Cost: Very Mildly Taxing
Range: Short to Long
Description: Dahlia fires her arrows much quicker than a normal Quincy would. However, it is because her main ability is one that affects her arrows. In exchange for the quick flight, they inflict fatiguing damage as they land. This is caused by her arrows not being made of reiatsu, but sound. For every twang of her strings, she fires an arrow of solidified sound that, instead of piercing like a normal arrow, punches like a thrown fist. It will be enough to knock her opponent back, or even over, but the pain does not last, and is incredibly rarely fatal.

Name: Ablösung Schuss (Relieving Shot)
Item used: Bow
Type: Healing
Cost: Very Mildly Taxing
Range: Point Blank
Description: While not in combat, Dahlia's bow can be used as a strict harp. This requires disuse of any other ability, hence her not training to use it in Vollstandig. As she plays her bow like a harp, people around her, whether friend or foe, feel reinvigorated, no matter how wounded. This can be used as a temporary aid to get to more long-term assistance. This does not stop bleeding out, broken organs from failing, or falling unconscious from pain.

Name: Meine Klingen ist Meine Schild (My Sound is My Shield)
Item used: Bow
Type: Defensive
Cost: Moderately Taxing
Range: Point Blank to Moderate Range
Description: While Dahlia's bow is being strummed without an arrow in it, she can cause a wave of sound to pulse outwards from it, acting as a sort of shield against attacks. The wave hits fairly hard, and is able to repel reiatsu, so it makes for a fair defense. However, Dahlia cannot use it consecutively, nor is it effective against piercing attacks, as they would just go right through.

name: Klingen der Himmelsgewölbe (Sound of the Heavens)

description: Not much changes about her physically. Visually, however, she gets a bit harder to see, as her basic Vollstandig vibrates the air with lyrical harp music, distorting her visage slightly and making it somewhat difficult to keep an eye on her. Streams of sound come from her body as a constant harp music is playing, regardless if she is playing or not. Of course, this is just aesthetic and has no actual effect, save for the visual distortion. Her Fatiguing Shot actually hits harder, obviously for a release. However, with Vollstandig, the sound can actually cause physical harm as it vibrates apart skin cells instead of striking like a weapon. This gives it the appearance of piercing like a normal arrow, despite the decidedly more sinister way it wounds. It's this reason that she hesitates to use it, usually.

type: Sound

stat upgrades: REI +3 SEI +2 HOH +3

techniques: Name: Meine Klingen ist Meine Schild (My Sound is My Shield)
Item used: Bow
Type: Defensive
Cost: Moderately Taxing
Range: Point Blank to Moderate Range
Description: While Dahlia's bow is being strummed without an arrow in it, she can cause a wave of sound to pulse outwards from it, acting as a sort of shield against attacks. The wave hits fairly hard, and is able to repel reiatsu, so it makes for a fair defense. However, Dahlia cannot use it consecutively, nor is it effective against piercing attacks, as they would just go right through.

Name: Hören Meine Andacht, Kommen Auf Meine Die Beihilfen (Hear My Prayer, Come To My Aid)
Item used: Ginto
Type: Offensive
Cost: ModeratelyTaxing
Range: Short to Long Range
Description: When this Ginto is cracked open, a loud chime is heard, just like the one that chimes when a soul is ferried to Hell. The fluid splashes into the air and vaporizes, rising and forming a crescent moon in the sky, no matter the time. Within the moon's light, a warrior with a two-handed greatsword is formed and attacks, vanishing after one attack. The warrior is an illusion, and thus, cannot be slain by a weapon attack. A reiatsu attack, such as Cero or Kido, can be used for an effective counter. However, while the warrior is an illusion, the attack is not, and the longsword will hit ferociously.



Name: Immer Umarmung Mich, Unsere Lieben Wimmeln (Forever Embrace Me, Our Love Abound)
Item used: Bow
Type: Offensive / Defensive
Cost: Heavily Taxing
Range: Point Blank
Description: All of Dahlia's techniques can be broken with a strong enough constitution. However, by far her deadliest attack is not an attack at all. In fact, it is merely a hug. Should Dahlia's opponent be weakened by her other abilities, she may begin to slowly approach them with her arms outstretched. When her victim looks to her, they feels the sounds of her music working in their minds, doing their best to place the victim in a slight state of hypnosis. However, this is not terribly hard to break. Those that fall victim to her pseudo-hypnosis are inclined to return the asked-for embrace, locking themselves within the arms of the woman. Once her arms completely encircle the victim, the sounds echo out, resonating against internal organs and effectively knocking the wind out of her opponent. This causes a temporary paralysis of the nerves and tendons for as long as she is still resonating against them in the embrace.They are still fully aware, they simply cannot move. However, this does not last long, and if Dahlia breaks the embrace, which she must to do anything else, the numbness goes very quickly, merely leaving the victim with hangover-type symptoms. (+1 post if embrace is broken)

First Incarnation: Dahlia was a young woman of a royal family in eastern Europe during the 1400's. However, disliking being treated as a Royal, she wandered as a traveling minstrel. It seemed to fit, that being the Renaissance era. She traveled the entire countryside playing her music for grieving families that the plague had taken.

By far, however, she was most enamored with a slightly younger girl than her. After hearing of the girl's deceased family, she traveled with the girl around the European countryside, tending to her whenever she was wounded. Over time, she grew attached to the girl. Being a Noble, she never had friends, only acquaintances based on each other's parent's relations. As they traveled together, she couldn't help but love the feelings just being around someone that genuinely wanted the same. In fact, it wasn't that much of a stretch to say that Dahlia began loving the girl.

All thing must come to an end, and for Dahlia, the end of Leto came all too soon. Dahlia hadn't been able to see the demons that Leto fought against, and assumed that she merely had a slight mental attack whenever she would come across one. Dahlia did not look down on her at all, though. She equated that with the loss of the girl's family, and so stuck by her. She was incredibly baffled whenever she would turn up wounded, however. Then Leto would fall wounded, having been attacked by something much stronger than before. Dahlia was instantly at her side as she fell, instantly being cruelly hit by the Hollow and falling back quite a ways. She looked about in disbelief, wondering what the hell just hit her.

Then she could see it. The hollow, the demon that Leto had been fighting. It actually existed! Dahlia let out a shrill scream as she stares at the Hollow, unable to get herself moving. As it lunged at her, Leto took the hit, causing Dahlia to scream again, pleading for Leto to run away. Then the beast was crystallized, as if it had been a statue the entire time. She watched her friend fall, Dahlia wanting to run over to her side to help her. However, the view of the Gates of Hell froze Dahlia in her tracks, fearful of what was happening. She watched the Hollow be dragged into the Gates, as well as her friend, screaming for it to stop.

Just like that, Leto and the demon were gone, the Gate vanishing not long after. Dahlia shivered, the only thing Leto left was her blood on Dahlia's clothes from the wound inflicted. She gently held herself and fell over onto her side, shivering from fear. Just like that, her only friend was gone. What was she going to do now? She didn't move from that spot until weeks later when a passing caravan found her body, still frozen in the position she had seen Leto off in, the Plague having taken her in her moment of weakness.

Second Incarnation: Dahlia was, again, born into high society, this being a rich sultan of the middle eastern Ottoman Empire. This incarnation was a lot more docile, her preferring to not leave the safety of the Castle. However, the similarity was that she loved to play music, and the one thing she was obsessed with was finding out who the woman in her dreams was. All she could think about was Leto's face without a name, and she had no idea why. She spent her life playing music and thinking of the mystery woman, but did not really do anything. Anything worth remembering in the next life, however. She died from a sickness that not even the best doctors of the time had seen.

Third Incarnation: This time, she was the daughter of Russian Tsar at the time. However, she didn't do much. She couldn't. She was absolutely enamored with the face she kept seeing. She also realized that she had abilities that no one else had. She was able to reinvigorate fallen allies with her music, so long as she held perfectly still and concentrated hard enough. She invigorated the Russian troops in the Kremlin of Moscow with her lyrical harp playing, making them want to fight on to protect her. However, she rarely used such abilities. She mostly secluded herself within the deepest recesses of the Kremlin, obsessed with the face she kept seeing. Who was it? More to the point, why did she remember someone she never saw before? Why was this person filling her mind?

When the insurgents of that time began overrunning the Kremlin, her family died around her. Beheaded like criminals, and yet, she did not bat an eye. Her thoughts were utterly consumed by this point, and she was in a waking nightmare, trying to figure this out. Only when she was next to die was when she came back to the real world, only having time to utter out a strangled cry for her father before she was beheaded.

Fourth Incarnation: Dahlia was born into Russia once more, this time at the end of the Cold War. However, she did not stay for long. In fact, she was born with every thought of her past three incarnations in her head. Growing up was hard for the child, as she constantly wanted to save Leto. Soon enough, she was cast out by her family for being insane, wanting to save an imaginary woman. He wandered the Siberian Wasteland for a long time, learning of her abilities that had also came with her to her next incarnation.

Before long, her harp was firing arrows that no one could see. Whenever she tried to show someone, she would be pushed away and ignored as a crazy person. That is, until she showed the right person. An aging old Quincy happened across her, told her what she was, and helped her get more of a grasp on her abilities. Dahlia was a natural with it, but never showed pride in her abilities. In fact, right around her 15th birthday, she was trained in the use of the Sanrei Glove. It only took her one try, due to her dedication, but she also fell unconscious once it was over.

She was out for three days before she came back around. Once awake, despite the old man's words, she began studying Hell while she was training, figuring that as the place Leto was stolen away to. Where else could it be? Once again, she was consumed with it, trying to find a way to open the Gates, but what she didn't know was that she was killing the Hollows, not absolving them. It was then that she decided on something much more drastic.

She decided that an organization was needed for so monumental a task, and so began her involvement within the Consecro. Her plan was, if she were to ever see the woman haunting her every thought again, to destroy all races deemed "unholy" by herself. Once this was done, the Gates would open once more, and she would go into Hell to search for the woman herself. She would have her answers, whether she would die trying or not. Now, with the previous Grand Master handing the reigns to the girl, her plan will come to fruition.

"It matters not what you do, Bounto... My orders are to detain you, not to allow you to help your comrades escape... They are not here to be punished... They are here because it is Her will... Please refrain from resisting any longer." Czaiohme moved her arms in her bindings and shook, rattling the chains as she continued walking closer. It seemed no matter what Nikolai could say would have no effect on the rigid Arrancar woman. She continued taking small slow steps towards him as she spoke to his mind, her tabi-clad feet stepping daintily like a princess's version. "Realize your situation. As much damage as you can do to this place, it will not matter. We have many Arrancar to rebuild. You will still be here, for only on my death will you be allowed past me..."

Czaiohme then stopped, perking an ear as she felt something growing behind her. As a huge risk to herself, she felt, she turned and looked, not expecting what she saw. The water level had rose substantially. However, she made a grievous error. She did not think that only sight would activate Ophelia's sinister abilities. She only thought that if she was not wet from the water, it would have no hold on her, jumping up and leveling out about the water level once more. In doing so, she looked down to make sure she was above it. This was her critical mistake as she was trapped within Ophelia's power.

Czaiohme gasped at what she saw. She saw herself as a human, memories of her life flashing before her, from when she was in a militaristic nation as a Lieutenant. "Wait... No... This isn't real... I died... I'm dead now! I'm an Arrancar, not a human!" Everyone could hear her mind at this point, it occupying the same wavelength as everyone's basic thought pattern. She shook as she fell to her knees, her lips straining against the bindings to gather a bit of room to pant softly as she shook. Nikolai would be able to see her lips pulling at the threads sewn through them and blood streaming down her chin. "No... It... It wasn't my fault! They... They were orders! I didn't want to! I... Don't look at me like that!" Her voice would sound a lot more timid and soft, like that of a young woman instead of a battle-hardened Arrancar. She shook violently as memories of her slaughtering innocents on an order rushed back to her.

She was standing above roughly twenty people, chained like she was with their lips sewn shut. A general stood next to her, handing her a machete. "Do it, Czaiohme... They must not leave this place..." Czaiohme did so unthinkingly, ruthlessly murdering the adults first. Loud sobbing, machine gun fire, people shouting in a foreign language. These were the sounds that echoed through her head and filled the memory, unable to be forgotten. There were two children there as well, making Czaiohme pause for a second. "What's wrong, Lieutenant? Kill them." Czaiohme tried to reason that they were children, and not a threat, but this only got her a gun pressed to her own head. "Kill them or take their place, Lieutenant!" Czaiohme closed her eyes and killed one first, making the other cry out, loudly sobbing and begging not to die. She eventually killed the other child too, and the other officers walked away. That left Czaiohme there, knelt among the corpses, crying loudly. She didn't want this... It wasn't right...

Back outside her mind, Nikolai would watch the woman fall over, still on her platform made of reiatsu and lying on her side. Saliva flowed from her mouth as she convulsed, unable to stop herself from drooling. Due to Czaiohme's abilities to projects her thoughts since her mouth was bound, everyone could hear her thoughts. The gunfire... The screaming... The crying... The death and lamenting of loved ones... The orders barked out to kill everyone... "No... I didn't want to... This isn't my fault! This isn't real! I'm not alive anymore! This... Isn't..." Czaiohme suddenly gets back up on her knees and opens her mouth wide, forcing the threads to tear from her lips and leave them deeply wounded. "REAL!!!!!!" She screamed out this word in a blood-curdling scream, the chains snapping from her as her arms flopped loosely to her sides. The screams and gunfire continued to echo out from Czaiohme's mind, affecting everyone in the direct area since it was on the basic wavelength.

MT -1

HAN: 19
REI:26 (+3 Vollstandig)
HAK: 14
SEI: 20 (+2 Vollstandig)
BUK: 20
HOH: 26 (+3 Vollstandig)
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 125

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