Name: Eri Carr
Age: 17 (Looks) 18 (Actual)
Species: Initia
Element: Psychic
Rank: Master-In-Training
Face Claim: Erika Linder

| Intelligent | Resourceful | Doesn't Ask Questions | Arrogant | Quiet| Sadistic | BPD & ASP Disorder |

BIOGRAPHY

A baby wails- its body tender and frail. Cradled close to mother's bosom. And woe a father lost. A life of resentment soon blooms. Gratitude to a sadistic's child heart. Born of blood for blood. And emotions slim still. Listen to the wind howling just beyond the window sill. Buzzing lights and joyful cheer fell upon that baby's ear. Celebration of life on the day of death. The irony seen here. Eri Carr, the daughter of Jesebelle Rin was born that eve of Halloween.

Eri set the pen beside their journal only to criticize their ink and work. Another birthday approaches within the second full moon. In recent days, they'd found themselves pondering their past to now. Bounteous individuals found it implausible that one could experience 40 years' worth in a brief 18 years. Here in Eternal City, the endless abyss within Eri's soul grew swift. How many- they pondered- were truly miserable here?

Kicking their legs onto the clear space of the desk, their weight tilted the chair onto its hinds. Evening befell the city. Stead rising and falling, Eri's chest proved life and breath pulls. The thin cotton shirt hung down Eri's slim physique, only crinkling on itself when caught in curve or crease. Rolling thoughts of a new case tempted Eri's mind and they couldn't piece it together so quickly. Victims with nail beds bare, gums rid of hanging bones, but skin rosy with blush and powder. "Why do you go through the trouble?" Eri's voice was quiet in the bedroom. Only the fire cackling responded to their question.

Standing up, their fingers made quick work of unbuttoning the white top. "Gums bare of hanging bone-" repeating it out loud hoping an idea will spark. Extending their left arm, they dropped the shirt over the backing of the chair before reaching round themselves with both arms to undo the fabric binding of their breasts. Gripping the cloth in their right fist, their brown eyes stared at their nails. "Nail beds bare-" they let out a sigh and tossed the binding strip onto the dresser. Entering the bathroom and flicking on the lights, Eri gazed on their reflection. The skin around their breasts were red from the ace bandage. A gentler fabric made its place on future shopping lists. "Rosy cheeks and added powder- even stained red lips for she and a trimmed beard for he-" slipping from their pants and trousers, Eri sat naked on the lid of the toilet, lost in thought. "Tell me what you're thinking- I am you- and we are I-" closing their eyes Eri sunk their head in near defeat. A dark mind searching the darkness of another can often leave one astray in a sea of possibilities.

Eri was born on Halloween of the "immaculate" year 2000 in New Jersey. Their father, Maurice Carr, was long dead and Eri never questioned the events surrounding him. Eri's mother delved in prayer that her child would not bear the symbol of the damned. The mystery of Jesebelle Rin was at large in Eri's mind. She was an Initia trained with only electricity. How an initia is born, only to in turn despise other initia originally seemed peculiar. However, it's no different from a human hating humans. Eri showed no signs of being some mythical mortal. But instead showed clinically anti-social and borderline personality disorder traits. It was never obscene for Eri to be reported by educational staff or local parents for injuring pets and children. Eri just couldn't help it. To curb curiosity required immediate research. Jesebelle spared no expense in the best therapy, coping toys, and health care for her child. To the woman's despair, during a visit to the lake, she beheld the view of a marking on Eri's lower back at age 7. Oh, the hammering disappointment that the child's skin was no longer bare and the mark of the demon they wore. Come winters' dissolve of 2008, the pair relocated to Eternal City. Surrendering freedom to a new society's rule and bind. Under the advisory and guidance of a masters, whom the Initia seemed to hold dear. And thus, Eri began their new life's journey.

The organization and fluidity of their society was no different than that they left behind, and Eri found it no more special then the dust on their clothing. At age 12, Eri was ordained an initia under the Psychic element at an attendance required ceremony. The small symbol once clear of any defined color was then a light shade of purple. To Eri it was no grand or joyous ceremony. It was formal and their attempts to entertain were not of Eri's awe. The child was reprimanded dearly by elders and mother alike for carving the tip of a blade into a young girl's back during the event. She was a water Initia named Grace. She permitted the act, as both children wished to know how deep in the skin the marking went. Though the experiment was halted the moment the girl cried out by mistake. Eri was forbidden to see that beautiful girl again. She was sweet and much like the song of a morning bird. That moment shared, no matter how brief, was truly a celebration that woefully ended in demise.

Eri was then strictly trained to enhance their abilities, and create elf discipline. Unfortunately training came with great discipline and watchful gaze. There was no psychic master at the time and most could only guide Eri in the basics. From time to time, a psychic would pass through the city and she taught Eri a few things during those brief visits. Leaving Eri to primarily explore and develop her ability on her own. It was only within the last year that the visitor psychic became a Master within Eternal City. Many advised Eri to give the woman a visit to further her training. The idea didn't thrill Eri initially. Considering other psychics could very well crowd the woman's doorstep. When the time is right- perhaps then Eri will seek her out for further training.

It was quite restrictive and the young child didn't care for the prison-like teachings. Appraisal to Eri's wild curiosity and capacity to withhold incredible amounts of information, they graduated from high school at 15 years of age. By that time, Eri already completed 2 years of college through the dual-enrollment program. By 17 Eri Carr was a high school graduate, a Bachelor's in Science graduate, and a new hire for the investigation department as a forensic analyst. All accomplished before yet ever deciding their future as an Initia. This earned them the nickname "KG," meaning "kid genius." It was a flamboyant name but accurate nevertheless. Eri's intellect alone opened doors they denied entrance to. The only goal in mind was of their own selfish desire.Truthfully they'd made up their mind long ago. To be a jack of all trades and a master of none, or to heighten their given ability. For the young perfectionist, the answer was clear to see. At 18 years of age, Eri chose the path of a master-in training. In secret, Eri had acquired much blood on their hands already by this time. It's only that no one knew but mother, and it was preferable to keep it as such.

Eri stepped into the shower and turned on the shower to the coldest temp. "Where do we go now?" Breathing rattled and grin grim. Images of the bodies examined played through their mind. Water rolled down their skin and gathered in stream on the shower floor. The water whirl-pooled down the drain and Eri watched. Killers with patterns have a tell all. A personal attachment. "Nails- 3000 BCE Chinese stained nails for social class...brighter colors were upper class and the poor were forbidden to wear them. Currently nails are a fashion statement." Eri's fingers started tapping on the tiles of the shower wall. "Teeth- an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth- liars? Makeup to hide the truth of their sins- an assistance to an open casket- perhaps just a way to leave a piece of work in beauty- do you despise your own appearance, and standing? Your name is Jealousy.." smiling, Eri's mind began imagining the amount of treasures this killer has obtained. Using psychic abilities would consistently solve a multitude of cases, yet the challenge of solving it organically is too delicious to surpass. Concluding the brainstorming for the night, the individual stood tall and continued with a proper shower. Eri contemplated the next stage of this case - one massive puzzle- a plethora of pieces - and the image all their own.