LANA

NAME: 74N4

ALIAS: Lana

RACE: Mod Soul

AGE: 212

AFFILIATION: Vagabond

DIFFICULTY SETTING: Hard

APPEARANCE: Every visible feature of hers can be considered angelic and beautiful. Her long blonde hair sits softly about her face, falling in even softer curls before tapering off near her thigh. Hints of baby blue lay on the underside of the yellow tresses, a feature that came with the body Lana was given. Her face is just as delicate with rounded cheeks and a tiny button nose that sits underneath a beautiful set of blue eyes. The looks she gives are very unfitting for the face that expresses them, for the crazy rage and unsatisfiable hunger seem displaced upon it. Although her eyes are lovely, they are strangely unsettling. Darkness hides behind the bluish hues, darkness that is so easily seen.

Lana's frame is narrow and small, her legs and arms resting in proportion with her torso. She stands at about 5'6" with little to no excess meat on her bones. Her limbs look soft, the muscles set beneath them incredibly underdeveloped. She curves like a normal woman does, with a generous bosom and hips to match.

Her attire is quite unlike what the normal person wears. A skin tight suit colored black and pink hugs her body. The material is thin enough that her features are quite visible, but the suit is rather... peculiar. The pink lines are always faintly glowing, the black reflecting no light at all. This suit has no visible zippers or buttons, leaving speculators wondering how it is ever taken off. That answer is a secret, as is the reason behind its strange appearance. Some sort of cerulean metal covers a few places where the suit does not, acting as patches for where the suit has been torn. 

PERSONALITY: The entirety of her character could be described with a single word: hungry. Everything she does is in order to satiate the hunger that dwells deep within her. Attention, love, power. Lana wants it all and will do anything to achieve all levels of these things. She is disgustingly charming and manipulative, using her smooth way of speaking to get others to bend to her will. The lengths she can go to get what she wants is truly terrifying as she is not afraid to sacrifice others if it means the betterment of her standing. The woman is ruthless and works entirely for herself and herself alone. 

Lana despises everyone, but the person deemed most despicable is she herself. She believes she is an abomination, absolutely hideous and unnatural to this realm. Everything she does, although selfish, is also done with spite towards her creators. Her hunger for revenge will never be satisfied until the whole world bends to her glory. Lana hates this body she was given as well, knowing full well that it was a corpse before she was injected into it for reanimation. Her fingers are always cold, something she blames on this corpse she was given. She commonly relates the blackness of her heart to the deadness of this host body. This hatred extends past just herself and cumulates in an inability to look at herself in the mirror. Although many take her as being beautiful, her reflection only shows her borrowed beauty. Lana would have rather been implanted into a hideous form, at least then her body would match her soul.

Redeeming features run very scarce in the woman's veins. However, she does have some qualities that keep her from being totally demonic. Wait, no, just kidding. All softness has been replaced by her ever-growing hunger. She is sadistic, bloodthirsty, and unafraid of getting her hands dirty. She used to be a gentle creature long ago, and sometimes this gentleness resurfaces for a second or so before it is buried even deeper than it had originally been. Lana's hunger to be accepted is something fierce, and when it does happen, this feeling overcomes her rage for just a moment.

HISTORY: She never asked for this. She never wanted this. 

Born in a lab much like the rest of her brethren, the tiny soul was, at first, filled with a sense of wonder for her new surroundings. She had been the third successful soul created in this new project, her newfound life deemed a success by those who created her. Everyone had thought she was beautiful, her aura a soft pink in color. Gentle and warm. The pill she was contained in was immediately inserted into a human host, a small girl that had been claimed by starvation in the fledgling colonies set in the future states. 74N4 opened her eyes and immediately began to shiver.

Her first life was spent realizing her abilities. She trained beneath her maker and showcased the immense strength she possessed. This was her trademark ability. Her tiny, child-like fists were able to crush anything in their path, a talent that made her creator quite proud. 74N4's strength did not translate to any part of her body, only showing in her arms. Thus, when they were bound, she was completely helpless. Her creator liked to play this game with her, at least he called it a game. He would bind her arms and then set her in an arena against large creatures in hopes this strength could go elsewhere when high amounts of stress was applied. The tiny child had no way of doing such a thing, and was ultimately mauled to death by one of the men's rabid dogs. This occurred a mere two years after her introduction into the world, and affected her gentle soul greatly.

This type of experimentation perpetuated for three more bodies. She was forced into the ring with her arms bound, and was subject to the pain and swallowing darkness that was death nearly every time. The times where her body was not killed, she was brutally maimed and forced to recuperate before trying again. Her creator insisted that this type of power transferral was possible, and would not stop until it worked. "Face the beasts, my child. You have power within you, guide it elsewhere." The words were recycled over and over, and the fear-stricken soul was continually forced into dying again and again.

Most mod-souls have but one body they call home. By the time her true age reached fifty, she had cycled through twenty of them. Eventually, the experiments had stopped with the arena in exchange for other severe stress-inducing scenarios. She was drowned, electrocuted, even poisoned. All trials ended in failure, and through each one, the timid and gentle soul begged for mercy from the hands of those who gave her life. She hid from them, wailing when they came to fetch her. The poor thing tried everything to preserve her current form, but to no avail. Her soul had been the most complete one made to date, and experimentation had become a necessity. More mod-souls had been born from her results, coming with more abilities thanks to her "sacrifices". 74N4 would never change, though. Her strength laid only within her arms, nowhere else.

Her mannerisms never seemed to change, no matter how much torture she was subject to. On the days she was given to rest, she spent them exploring the world she was contained in. She loved animals, and they were drawn to the warmth emanating from her soul. This gentleness had yet to be stamped out of existence, for 74N7 was a stubborn little thing. Her creators would find her amongst the trees, feeding the birds or coddling over an injured rabbit. She was too gentle, a trait that would break her in the end.

She had been placed into the body of a recently deceased young man when she was 72. Built sturdily, the man had passed from an unfortunate loss of blood from a deep gash that ran from the nape of his neck to his side. She had inquired whether the man's death came without the influence of the scientists and an answer could not be given to her. The soul was too timid to press further, and merely accepted it. She hadn't gotten used to being reborn over and over, but what could she do? The cold chill of the new body never did leave it during her extended stay, something that would continue on with each new vessel. This is when things would change.

As per usual, they tried to get the strength she held within her arms to transfer to another part of her body and, as usual, it didn't work. However, something else did happen. This trial included the use of an angered animal and 74N4 did get maimed, but, she did manage to kill it before it could kill her. The death was celebrated by everyone except the frightened soul. Watching the life leave its eyes was something so terrible, she hated watching it happen to something else. It did change something within her, though. Her temperament shifted ever so slightly after the shock of the death wore off. Soon enough, she was plotting out the deaths of her future conquests. Animals sensed this change and stopped paying attention to her. This would spark the all-consuming hunger that would plague her in the future.

The change was a result of the means of acquiring this corpse. The man had been chosen specifically for this experiment and had been killed in order to be used. Such dark intentions began spreading to the innocent soul that dwelled within it, and would act as the catalyst of 74N4's eventual descent into darkness. She would inhabit the body for a few years, the cold spreading to the warmth she held, consuming it hungrily and changing her slightly. The body would never gain strength elsewhere, but it would aid her in becoming an experienced killer.

She was two centuries old, and the once warm and gentle soul had become dark and chilling. Her creators were uneasy about this, but didn't think too much of it. She was placed into the body of a beautiful young woman, a gash running right down the center of her torso would explain her pitiful death. Blonde curls fell neatly down to her waist, a feature the soul despised. Beauty was something she had learned to hate. Once she awoke, she immediately turned on her creators, killing off two of them and leaving the third alive. Her strength was the same as it had always been, but she was smart, she was ruthless.

The woman forced the man to work underneath her, creating her something that would help to achieve their ultimate goal. This technology had been their main project for the last fifty years of her existence, this newest vessel being the perfect size for it. Hence why the killed the original woman inside. Once the suit had been finished, she killed the man as well. The suit is an amazing piece of technology (hence why she waited), and never leaves her frame. Although she is still just another mod-soul, she at least has the suit as a boost to her normal abilities. She can finally transfer her strength to other parts of her body because of it. She is now on the run from those who were allied with her creators in the Soul Society and hellbent on fulfilling the wishes of her darker self.