Charter A
Name: Aimi
Fighting name: The Blue Demon
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: bi
Personality: Aimi is a very standoffish person. With growing up in the underground fighting ring she's never quite had the chance to grow close to anyone. She's held her heart close and chooses to show as little empathy as possible. However even with a tough outer shell She can still be kind, choosing to be loyal to no end to anyone she'd consider a friend.
Appearance: Aimi is 5 '9 with a more Acrobatic build, having no particular muscle group she focuses on. She's quite pasty from living underground her whole life, looking almost ashy in brighter lighting. She's got 3 sets of electric blue eyes, and horns that follow the curve of her head. Aimi's shoulder length hair has also been dyed blue to match her eyes, though it never quite matches and is always a little darker. Her natural hair color is a deep brown.
Aimi has 2 tattoos, an intricate moon on her right shoulder, and a sun encased by swirls on her left. She has many scars from her years fighting, and does her best to hide the more "unsightly" ones.
Clothing choice: She has always opted for tighter fitting clothing seeing as its harder to snag in a fight. She usually wears a black sleeveless turtleneck, with a pair of blue somewhat loose pants. (She's got a blue theme to stick to lol) she normally wears simple black slippers, seeing as she's able to move quickly on her feet in them.
Fighting style: She uses a mix between Krav Maga, and Japanese jiu-jitsu.
Strengths: Speed, seeing as she's got 6 eyes, she's also very perceptive
Weaknesses: acts on impulse, her loyalty
Weapon of choice: While Aimi would pick a fist fight any day, she doesn't mind using a pair of wickedly curved blades that were gifted to her by an old friend.
Status in the pit: Growing up in the pit has made it easy for Aimi to make her name known, however she's always stuck to lower risk fights, steering clear of the rare death matches that have others high on the leaderboard.
Backstory: Aimi's Father had been aplaude at the deal her mother had made, all to save their lives. Seeing as her mother had died in childbirth, her father had only her left to blame. He'd originally hidden her during the first months of the hunt for the children, why? He didn't know.
Later he sold her off to a rich woman named Charliess.
Charliess, like a few rare others, saw potential in these devil blooded children, and invested time in her training, seeing the young Aimi as an investment. Not long after her lessons began, Charliess dumped her in the pit, looking to bet on her in fights. Knowing nothing but cruelty her whole life Aimi took to the fighting ring well.
After a few months she'd befriended another child much like herself, Hugo. The two grew up in cells across from each other, learning to trust each other and let their guards down.
Aimi watched Hugo die tragically years later in a Deathmatch he had foolishly agreed to, and ever since she has kept her heart guarded.
Other: Aimis father regrets his cruelty to her, and has on occasion saved up enough to watch her fights in the pit. Aimi has never recognized him.
((Okie dokie, the starter is a little unnecessarily long lol, sorry!))
The man groaned as his opponent dragged his half coherent body across the ring. His bones felt like glass, broken in too many different places to even bother counting. He looked like a mangled corpse. That didn't stop the crowd from roaring with excitement.
The groaning quickly turned to a blood curdling scream, rivaling the crowd.
Aimi watched as the Fae born raised his opponent into the air before literally snapping him in half. The crunch of bones was sickening, barely audible. She wished she hadn't been able to hear it at all, but having chosen to stand so close in the arch way into the ring, she'd heard everything. She'd heard it all from the quiet prayer the man had offered to whatever god would listen, to the bones and gargling of his own blood. It was only at the very end she'd let herself pity him. He had still been new enough to The Pit to be stupid enough to fall for the trickery of death matches. The promise of being paired equally, if only in brain cells.
The screaming ended when the Fae born finally snapped the man's neck.
Death matches were ruled by people like that. Ruthless enough to put on a good show. The Devil, and Fae born. Regular criminals never stood a chance.
Aimi pushed off the arch she'd been casually leaning against, disappearing into the dim tunnel that would lead her back to the main network of The Pit.
The Pit was made up of a series of confusing halls of varying heights. In a few, Aimi could stand tall. In others, like the one she was in now, she had to bend at the waist, careful to not scrape her horns into the rotting ceiling.
Normally after watching such a gruesome match Aimi would head back to her cell, if only to clear her mind of such images.
Relaxing was out of the question. Letting your guard down here was just as much of a death sentence. Locked doors or not, small enough magic existed for Aimi to be distrusting of her door to keep her safe.
She turned down another hall before making her way through one final arch into the main hub of the pit.
While The Pit was a prison, the guards practiced a very loose part of their roles. Letting most of the prisoners go about their day doing their own thing until lights out. Of course in fighting outside of the fighting rings occurred, it wasn't rare for someone to get their revenge outside of the rules, and the guards would finally step in always just a few seconds too short.
The main Hub was a large dug out room, it reminded Aimi of a train station. Of course she didn't actually know what a train station was, that's just what Hugo had always said it looked like. He had always described train stations along with many other outside things to her.
Aimi continued through the main hub, taking a sharp left into a much larger room. This one reminded her of a crater. She squinted in the bright light of the evening sun, using her hands to shield her eyes.
It was rare anyone came out here, the one place guards actually did their jobs. This was, after all, The Pit, and that name didn't just come from nowhere.
The only other exit besides death was the gaping hole above her head. It also acted as the only entrance. For safety reasons of keeping the dangerous inside, each prisoner, and everything else inside, had been lowered down into The Pit. The rope being cut and the prisoner being dropped down once close enough to the ground.
Aimi watched carefully with all the others, some cheering, others singing out ramblings she couldn't make out. All she knew was that another unlucky soul would be thrown in today. Left to rot with the rest of them.
