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Nafyla, the 13th test subject
Ito claims she is well trained, but she has a tough time remembering not to attack humans
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Kokonoe
Description
Taking a cue from Midori, Nafyla has long black hair and deep red eyes. Her body has a nice shape, as Ito created her to look like the ideal woman. Nafyla's hands are slightly large compaired to most girls's, but that's to contain her claws, which are modled fter tanto blades. Her body is created from various parts of diffrent bodies found in the MV's cemetaries and are toned to blend in with eachother. She wears one of Shizu's old dresses over a skin tight black suit. Her claws, when inside her hands, appear to be modled after succubus claws.
Personality
Nafyla is obidient and cold. All she cares about is pleasing her master, Ito, and seeing pathitic humans die. Her beliefs are centered around a bitter hate for all humans, good evil or otherwise. She was made to kill, and that's exactly what she does.
Equipment
Because she is a doll made simply to kill, Nafyla's entire body is a weapon. From her "claws" to her chest opening up to disperse time bombs, Nafyla's entire body is essintailly one killing maciene.
History
She was only made recently, so her story hasn't been written yet.
So begins...
Nafyla, the 13th test subject's Story
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Nafyla pushed open the bar doors with a swolen looking hand. Her face twisted in distain the moment she entered the bar. "Humans" the doll mumbled, letting her red eyes look them all over. Nafyla HATED humans, but that didn't matter. Her master had spificially told her NOT to attack anyone. No matter how hard it was for the doll not to rip out the throught of the nearest human, she restrained herself.
The doll made her way to the bar and sat down, tempted to show off her claws at the least. "Gin, on the rocks" her slightly motonous voice echoed through the bar and she arched her back. She couldn't drink, but she figured she would arouse less suspicsion if she did more than just sit there.
The doll made her way to the bar and sat down, tempted to show off her claws at the least. "Gin, on the rocks" her slightly motonous voice echoed through the bar and she arched her back. She couldn't drink, but she figured she would arouse less suspicsion if she did more than just sit there.
Nafyla kept her head down, intent on not letting anyone see her face. Ito had given her one simple command; collect a pure soul. The dool analized everyone's personals, but didn't find any very pure souls. Still, the doll had a mission, and was intent on pleasing her master. After a moment, she decided on a female that seemed to be exausted. Taking her gin, the doll made a move tword the injured female.
In a monotonous tone, the thirteenth subject said one simple word. "Hello."
In a monotonous tone, the thirteenth subject said one simple word. "Hello."
Nafyla merely smiled and bowed. "Oh, I assure, my intentions do not veer that way at all, miss." the doll's speech was suprisingly formal. "In reality, I wouldn't be speaking to you if I had the choice, yet here I stand, proverbial hat in hand." the doll's smile had a cold edge to it, as though ahe was attempting to scare the girl.
"Might I take a seat here, Miss...?" her voice trailed off, as though asking for a name. Nafyla wasn't about to let this pure soul slip out of her grasp- and she thought formality, however forced would be the best way to insure herself.
"Might I take a seat here, Miss...?" her voice trailed off, as though asking for a name. Nafyla wasn't about to let this pure soul slip out of her grasp- and she thought formality, however forced would be the best way to insure herself.
Nafyla noticed a purer soul before long. A somewhat creepy grin spread across her face as she approached Noah. Before speaking to him, her face became stoic again. "Pardon me," she started with a bow. "Might I sit here?" she asked, attempting to appear as little more than a harmless girl. With the body Ito gave her, one would think this would be no difficult feat, however, the man seemed wary. Of what, Nafyla did not know, but she did her best to appear harmless.
Nafyla smiled as warmly as she could manage as she sat in a chair across from him. "Please, call me Nafyla" she said, taking his hand. Thanks to the fact that Ito had made her from actual humans, she felt as real as any doll could. She pretended to take a sip of her Gin and smiled at Noah again.
Nafyla smiled, happy he had not noticed that her hands were swollen. "I suppose you could say I'm here on a mission. Normally, I wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this" she said. 'A place full of pathetic humans...' she added in her mind.
Nafyla looked down and smiled. It was time to reel him in. "In that case, could you do something... for me?" she asked. In any other case, Nafyla would've just knocked him out and dragged him back to Ito, but she couldn't risk that tonight.
Nafyla looked up. "My ma- the man I'm working for" Nafyla censored herself before she could say master, "Is looking for someone to help him create a living doll. He wouldn't tell me much about the requirememts, but he told me he needs someone with strong magical energy to bring a spark to the doll. To animate it, you know?" she asked, hoping this man would be hook, line, and sinker.
Nafyla sighed, none of the souls were as pure as she had hoped. She had no choice but to go back to the lab empty- handed. Hopefully, the other test subjects had more success than her so Ito wouldn't disassemble her. With one last look at the bar, the doll left, her head hung low.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
Nafyla gritted her teeth and smashed in the wall right by Lesse's head. "If you think I'm just going to help a pathetic human because they're in relation to master Ito, you're more idotic than I gave you creit for!" she shouted
"Let him go?" asked Shizu. "Under, h's trying to kill us, are you insane?" she asked, not once taking her eyes off Ito. "Some wife you are" he mumbled, looking to Storen. "Little help here?" he asked.
"Leer... what should we do? We can't just..." she sighed and shook her head.
"Let him go?" asked Shizu. "Under, h's trying to kill us, are you insane?" she asked, not once taking her eyes off Ito. "Some wife you are" he mumbled, looking to Storen. "Little help here?" he asked.
"Leer... what should we do? We can't just..." she sighed and shook her head.
The setting changes from main-street to Gambit's Bar
Soon, the scent of death filled the bar. It was strong enough to make one turn and run, should they be the next targat. This scent was accompined by a face that was fairly new to Gambit's, the face of the 13th test subject. The doll took a moment to merely take in the sights of the bar. The scent of blood filled her nose, and she almost stabbed the entire wall with a clawed hand. With inhuman speed, Nafyla made her way to one of the empty seats. She had no intention of being discreet that night. The doll was in the mood to kill and goddamn it, she was going to kill.
Nafyla's eyes lazily drifted up, as though she didn't have a care in the world. The doll silently wondered if anyone had took note of her presense. She couldn't sense any pure human figures in the room. Most everyone seemed to be a hybrid. She sighed, looking down without ordering anything. Just because there were no humans here didn't mean she wouldn't spill any blood tonight. The doll gave a glance in the direction of the wounded man, and a sadistic smile spred across her face. Discretely moving to one seat away from him, she looked over and pertended to be concerned.
"Sir, are you okay?" she asked in the most sencire voice she could manage. However, her voice still had a monotonous, cold edge to it.
"Sir, are you okay?" she asked in the most sencire voice she could manage. However, her voice still had a monotonous, cold edge to it.
Nafyla did her best to smile like she was on his side. "Is it abnormal for someone to inquire about your condition when you're bloodied?" she asked, her tone formal as always. This man was hard for even her to read. His aura seemed to be going in a million different directions, not unlike her own, faux aura. The 13th subject folded her hands in her lap. "In any case, my name is Nafyla." she fakely smiled again, "Might I inquire your name?" she asked with a slight bow.
The polite killer nodded her head. "Ah, yes.... the people in Wing city are quite... I suppose untrusting would be the best word." she nodded. After a moment, she frowned. "I can tell you this much; trust the wrong person, and it will cost you your life..." she bowed her head in false guilt, as though it was her fault Wing city's death rate was so high. The doll did indeed have a hand in a few deaths, but all were human. Among hybrids, her self restraint was much, much higher. Who could blame her? It was a human who had trapped her.
"Oh I'm not at the age required to drink, yet. I'm just here because it's interesting" This wasn't enirely a lie; Nafyla was roughly one month old. Yet, she fell into the mood to gather information. This individul piqued her curiosity. The doll had to admit, she was intriged. Though the scent of pitiful humans became clear to her, she wasn't in that mood anymore. "In any case, where are you from?" she asked, proping her head up on one hand.
"I see..." the doll frowned. "I'm sorry to make you remember that..." she sighed. Nafyla turned back to the counter. "I'd tell you about myself, but I dobut you'd want to hear it..." she said simply. The doll figured that this person had met many young women who simply wouldn't shut up about themselves. However, she also didn't have a back story prepaired. God knew she didn't want to go with that old; 'I'm a demon, but I'm also a princess who is on the run because...' excetra, excetra.
The 13th subject gave another false smile. "Six sisters?" she asked. She was about to say she had at least 19 other sisters, but she never even spoke to the other test subjects. If you have no direct contact with someone, could you call them your sister? She'd have to ask Ito about that later. She also thought about asking if his mother were a slut, but quickly stopped herself. After a while, Nafyla decided to say something decidedly simple.
"I'm impressed"
"I'm impressed"
"You think that's bad? My..." she hesitently said the next word. "...father is a mad scientist, and sometimes makes suprise modifications on me." she smiled. Ito wasn't exactly the most predictable person, and she wasn't exactly sure she could call him her father, but she's get funny looks if she said master. Indeed, her feelings to her 'family' were best discribed as 'YOU SONSOBITCHES ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY!' but if she shouted that out in Gambit's, everyone'd think she was crazy.
"No, my... sisters and I don't care either way..." she sighed. "And he's not nerely as insane as my mother, but I dobut you'd want to hear about my psychotic family. " she smiled. Nafyla shrugged and finally placed an order. "Tea" she directed to the robotic tender. "My sisters and I were actully planning on returning the favor." she let out a rare laugh a cup was slid to her. Then, her attention turned to the source of a loud noise, to see a cat girl. Her eye twitched.
"I'm sorry to hear that..." she sighed, taking a sip of the tea. "My family may be insane, yet I'm just as crazy as the others. Like my sister, Ginny, she... Sorry, I got ahead of myself." she apologized, bowing.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
Nafyla awoke from her standing point in Ito's lab. It was empty, as it had been for the past few days. The doll moved slowly and slugishly, as though she were not entirely awake. She looked at the various other chambers belonging to the nineteen other test subjects; all were empty. She sat on the cool porcelin floor, taking in the world for a while before making a movment to leave. The doll began wondering around mainstreet, appearing lost and confused.
Nafyla remained silent as she turned the corner, her eyes dully reflecting all of main street. The doll was simply lost, so lost she didn't even notice the man until she caught sight of the locket. She jumpped back, half expecting the man holding the locket to be Ito. However, there was no such luck. "Huh?" the doll stared at him, appearing dumbstruck. "How'd you get my master's..." she started, mumbling inchoherently. Could this man have been a human? No, Ito didn't work with humans. 'or did he?' thought the doll, merely staring at the man.
"Your locket...? That belongs to the master's daughter." she placed her hands on her hips. "You have no right to my... well, I suppose she's my sister, my sister's locket. Now where the hell did you get it?" Nafyla detracted her claws as she said this.
"You think that'll make me back down, insect?" she asked, her hatred for him showing on her face. Well, not for HIM, but for humans in general. Nafyla rushed to him and attempted to bring her clawed hand down on him. If it hit, he would suffer head trama at the least. If it missed, it would make a dent where he was standing.
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