Buruni Ralios

Burünikolos was born as an unwanted child, spawn from the rape of her mother by her father during the destruction of a small village for the amusement of the demons. Her mother, during her pregnancy was taken in by Andromalius as a servant, giving him time to observe her during her months. In her last few months her mother was unable to work, and forced to stay with Andromalius in his chambers. She gave birth to a daughter on the first day of July, Cæcilia was overjoyed, yet equally frightful, having given birth to half a beast. But, fell in love with the abnormally tiny child she had given birth to. Andromalius however, was displeased beyond logic; Not only was the child female, but it was feeble, tiny, and weak. As such he named the child Burünikolos, an extension of the phrase Burüniko, a slang in his common dialect meaning " Useless and/or Less than worth." He, against his own desire to crush the child's underdeveloped skull, he allowed Cæcilia to keep the child until it was weaned from her bosom. After such a time as the child could eat solid food, Burünikolos was sent away to slave village overseen by demons, were lesser ranked demons were sent to work. Feeding on the occasional starved human, and even resorting to cannibalism when their overseers did not properly feed them. As a half breed, she was beaten and bullied by the lesser demons, despite this they still held some semblance of respect for her. She pulled her own weight, and was by far the least ugly of many of the other female demons present. Thus began her life as a slave, and learning to be a stronger person. As a prized slave for stamina and endurance she was marked with an identification number. All slaves that do a just service due to their resilience and strength are marked and kept careful track of due to their loss being a strain on the work force and slow down work altogether. At the age of eight it was obvious the effects of being brought up in a hostile environment. She seemed to have a slow growth and small body, looking under feed and weak. She was dirty and raggedy, blue hair unruly and thick, pooling around scrawny ankles and small feet. Finger nails and toe nails long claws, curved and sharp. Eyes completely hidden by her bangs, and teeth filled with unpicked meat and the occasional strand of hair. Having been forced to eat a demon's diet for five years of her young life, she spoke no culpable English. She spoke only various demon languages to communicate with the other slaves depending from where they hailed from originally. In the years that followed Burünikolos developed slowly but surely, sadly, she never grew tall. Her hair only grew longer and concealed her face, hiding the beauty she had become. Fourteen was the age in which she attempted her first escape. Only to be captured and returned by her Overseer; As punishment she was branded with the holy scripture. An ironic means of punishment, really. This occurrence was the day in which she once more saw her parents, from the confines of her cell... The faint memories of her mother were crushed when she saw how doting and affectionate she was do the monstrosity that defiled her. She was his lover, no longer his slave, no longer her mother. Infuriated, she slammed herself against the bars. Her face covered in dirt, lips pulled back into a sneer. Her parents, looked to her with such disgust, she was no longer desired by them. " What a homely little thing this one is..." /Homely/. Her mother, the mother that held her so dear spoke of her as if she were nothing but mere garbage. It broke her heart, and as she fell against the cell's bars, she cursed her name... " Uai bipnefr zwy her. E hlou uai key. E wahy sa zyy uai ef Wydd afy kou. E zqyol qy'dd tyys oroef. Swyf E pof xyos uai ofk zyy uai zibbyl. Ofk, swyf nedd uai o swaizofk setyz. " Her father looked to her with an intrigue hidden under the veil of disdain and stoicism. At this Burünikolos spat a festering chunk of decomposing meat formerly lodged in her teeth at his feet. " Borras." At this, rage clouded his expression, and their exit from her presence was swift. Leaving her alone with her thoughts and her hostilities. Sixteen, she escaped the place that was her home, leaving behind both her friends and enemies. Her memories and her family; They we no longer needed. Her adolescence was one misadventure after another, coming across humans and demons alike, who helped create the killer she is today. Language, cleanliness and dress, all accompanied her assimilation into a world where humans roamed freely and the demons were the ones working in the shadows. Nineteen; Occupation? Hand for hire with a guitar on her back and an awful disposition and a new name; Buruni Ralios. Traveling from city to city, meeting people, like Ayaka, and making amazing and occasionally shitty memories with one another. Twenty years old, midgety, and off beat, Buruni is back on the scene and after running into an old acquaintance and meeting a few new ones. She's looking forward to the metaphorical clusterfuck of a New City and new faces. Hopefully she doesn't fuck up too bad.