Name: Terra Vessair ~ The Dual Monster

Skills: Weapon Proficiency - Scythe, Abyssal Rage, Intimidation, Seductive Persuasian, Baking Sweets.

Abilities:

Empathic Gaze: She has the distinct ability to sense the emotional states of others from their surface thoughts. She cannot read minds or read too deeply for that matter, however she can definitely tell if someone is nervous and trying to hide it or if they are angry or happy about something but not willing to show it.

Skull Sentinels: The skulls she can produce are quite volatile and tend to explode into abyssalfire explosions upon heavy impact with another object or surface. She can produce them to float/fly or she can use them as a projectile weapon. They can also breathe abyssal flames at a target up to 15 feet away from it that it is facing.

Terror Chains: Enemies that become wrapped within these chains or impaled by them can become quite susceptible to Terra's Abyssal Pressure and will take small amounts of psychic damage every turn should they be unable to resist her Pressure.

Blood Sacrifice: Should someone be willing to do so, Terra can consume someone's blood in order to gain a boost in power to her abilities or can revive her should she be unconscious from being dropped to zero. Her abilities can be restored after burn out this way as well. She doesn't require a lot but the more given the more she'll be allowed to fight.

weapons/equipment: Large Dark-Green and Black Scythe, a dress and veil that resists holy damage but makes her vulnerable to her own element of darkness, and an ordinary pair of glasses.

The Behemoth: Long ago, an age before history books even began recording, time remembers a creature that ranked quite high among the ancient pantheons of gods and goddesses. This creature was of particular danger to many of them and some of them were the creature's bane. One thing that made this creature so dangerous was its sheer size. Behemoth was an apt term for this creature's size. The main thing that made it so dangerous however, was not its size for it had a terrible craving for the souls of others. Gods, Goddesses, Devils, Demons, it didn't care what it consumed as long as the souls were plentiful. This creature was known as the Terror Gothica Behemoth. The creature itself though, was not so simple as just to be called evil. Indeed, this monster was actually quite pitiful. Envy and Wrathful emotions always swirled this beast's mental scape. "Why can't I be beautiful like the goddesses or demonesses?" "This world is full of ungrateful mortals and immortals alike! They should just be purged from existence!!" These sort of thoughts plagued the creature's mind day and night, unable to shake them for it was a jealous thing, trapped in a cage of its own making. Chains lining the dimension it dwelt within covering any chance of escape. Either by design of others that feared it or by its own hand that it not wish for others to see its disgusting appearance. One day though, that would all change completely.

Barklast Vessair and Barnum Regclen: Eons pass as the behemoth sleeps silently in its cage of a dimension. The eons teach humans of their capabilities and eventually two such humans broke into the creature's dimenion. Barklast Vessair, a Necromancer peeled his way into the creature's realm, easily bypassing the chains guarding it and stood before the behemoth with awe. The creature staring back with anger at such a filthy mortal having gotten through. "What do you want mortal! Be mindful, you answer well, lest I crush you into pulp." As the creature spoke, the Necromancer's awe suddenly turned to perplexed disgust. This creature was a woman!? Such hideous features!!! The blank face of a human, the body of a large skeletol monster and shaggy fur dotting the undercage of said skeletol frame. This thing, dotted with skulls all over, was a woman!? "You repulsive creature!!!! How dare you be a woman with that body!!!?" The necromancer shoutered to the creature as he suddenly cast a spell that seemed to numb the senses of the beast. "What!? What, have you done to me....Release me now mortal!!" The necromancer didn't listen to her demand and instead dragged the very essense from her body as she screamed from the pain that it caused her. The behemoth having had its soul ripped out fell apart into a crumbled husk as the very essense of the beast sat in the palm of the necromancer's hand. "I have plans for you beast. You are going to make for the most beautiful creation I've made thus far." He'd say knowing full well that the creature couldn't hear him any longer. Returning to the mortal realm he'd share his findings with his colleague, an alchemist named Barnum Regclen. Barnum congratulated his partner for his find and presented the project to him with gleeful and yet sadistic pride. "This device....will produce an artificial human body.....doesn't that sound prospective? I have no doubts that it will work well with our future projects, oh yes." The necromancer stared at it with interest before presenting the essence of the behemoth to the alchemist. "I need you to put this into the body of one of the shells you create. I wish to see what it will do." To this Barnum gladly and respectfully took the essence encased in glass and began to work. That same night, a miracle of science or a horror of evil, whichever you see it as, would be born.

Trapped: As the creature woke up, she'd notice her gaze was much smaller in scope. She definitely remembered being able to view sights much farther away from a high vantiage point. She was now no taller than 5 feet at most. What was going on? Looking around she'd see an empty room and a single light focusing on her awakening eyes. As she stared at it she found that it hurt to stare. Closing her eyes she tried to move but found her arms and legs were bound. "What is the meaning of this afront!?" A small amount of cackling could be heard from the hallway to the right of her as she looked at the door leading to it noting shadows approaching. "I said, what is the meaning of this!? Answer me you worm!" Eventually Barklast entered the room and gave her a smile.~ "Why, I've made you beatiful. I've also made you my slave. Your mouth will no longer be allowed to say such things to me, should you choose to do so I will have to punish you." The behemoth simply laughed. "Punish me? I'd like to see you tr-" Her back talk was suddenly cut off by the sound of her own screams as the pointed tip of a holy weapon was plunged into her flesh. "Bastard!!!!!! I'll KILL YOU!!" Barklast simply laughed again as he found her screams and tortured facial expression priceless. "Oh this is too much fun. I'll be sure to thoroughly enjoy our time together.....Gothica..." He'd give her a cold and calculatingly evil stare with a smile just as evil to match it. Her next several centuries of life would be in the grasp of such a man and she'd never forget what he did to her.

The Rebirth: As the centuries past and her necromancer master was killed by war against the forces of the holy order, she still remained trapped within that body. Things didn't stay the same however, as soon a separate personality soon began to form its own consciousness within the mind of this creature. It wasn't truly a separate personality persay, but it was most definitely nothing like the beast in which it resided. In fact, it was far more caring and understanding than the beast and it was soon realized by the behemoth that this new soul was actually that of the body she was now residing in bubbling up to the surface now that it had found its way through the muck and terror that consisted of the creature's own soul. The Homunculus in which she found herself living in soon began to take control of the body, pushing the beast down but never fully. Eventually the creature's personality would mix with that of the Homunculus and form a rather peculiar personality quirk. When not antagonized or threatened the being was rather docile and friendly. However, under constant stress and angered to a significant degree, the beast came out and would do untold damage and destruction to the area around it out of hatred and longing. Thus, the being known as Terra was formed. Taking the last name of the necromancer that created her, Terra quickly began to accept the creature within her as a permanent resident for the time being.