Post by Kiyuki on Nov 29, 2009 20:13:07 GMT -6
Name: Kiyuki Mitsumaru
Human Age: Eighteen
Wolf Age: Six Years
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Ocean Blue
Hair color: A Really Light Blue
Body Type: Petite, slightly athletic, and muscle non-existent.
Human appearance: Slightly round features with a rather petite form, adorning colors such as black and white with a hint of blue. Her clothes are a bit lacy with frills beginning from the bottom to the top, circling her upper torso and a pair of matching armbands, also a pair of shorts underneath for travel. Shoe wear? The boots are mid-thigh with soft fur surrounding her feet on the inside for comfort, and a couple of buckles decorating the outside. Hmm...ocean blue eyes that change several shades depending on her mood while her hair is shockingly, a really bright color of blue and once the sunlight pours on the top of her head makes it appear naturally white.
History: Once upon a time, she fully believed she was human with an ordinary family until an incident occurred. Not a normal, everyday occurrence. It was phenomenal. A man approached their doorstep with caution, heavily armed with weapons and so consumed by his belief that she was a wolf. Countless times, he'd appear somewhere around noon after her family enjoyed a nice dinner, often ignoring him and his constant bellowing outside their door. But, it wasn't until he did something completely outrageous. This misdeed frightening her poor family more than ever as this obsessive man continues in his pursuit of her, slowly and dangerously, as each second passes by, a shot most definitely heard by the neighbors rang out in the cold winter night. A mortally wounded man lay dying on the floor, not the man so bent on believing she was a wolf but her father. He lay there, blood pooling around his body as he grew colder as minute after minute kept passing everyone by, leaving her in a trembling state.
It was only one vicious glare from him before she fled. Her legs pushing themselves past their limit and frantically searching, searching for any place and any person who would dare offer her shelter. Not a single person offered, in fear for their very lives, and she still ran like the devil was at her heels, nipping at her ankles and setting her on fire. Her body burning with an unhealthy intensity as she was struck with sickness, her legs no longer capable of holding her weight as she collapsed on the frigid, unforgiving ground. Every strand of her light blue hair sticking out in odd directions while gasping for breath, struggling as black spots taint her vision. She could no longer run or escape from her inevitable fate as she slowly drifts off to sleep. Her slumbering human form disappears, for, if any eyes were to glance upon her, they would see a wolf. If they believed not in wolves, it would be a dog. A common mutt.
A wanderer found her exhausted form the very next day, handling her with care as she was taken somewhere far away from the incident. She was laid on soft furs, any wounds obtained from the harsh journey tended to by the kind, yet foreign stranger. As she woke with the sunlight almost impairing her sight, fought against the gentle hands that thread their rough digits through her fur. Her ears tightly pressed against her furry head whilst growling at the strange male, cowering back into the comfortable bedding made especially for her. Growling? Humans don't growl? She searched for a reflection as she gazed in shock at the mirror, it reflects a wolf with grey-white fur. The confusion never ceased as she faces him as another ferocious snarl surfaces before he raised his hand in surrender did she finally observe her surroundings with a bit of wariness, treating this place as a prison. There were no weapons. So, she remained a bewildered little pup as the man somehow understood her plight, answering each and every question circulating through that mind of hers even though he probably never communicated with a wolf in all his years.
With all her questions graciously answered, she only bid him farewell. Never returning home and began a journey of her own, following rumors about a group of wolves seeking paradise. What paradise? There was no such thing so she could amuse herself by trailing after them and what a horrible idea that was, or is it?
Fur color: Grey-white
Picture:
Likes:
- Freedom. What could she do without it? She highly appreciates it if people don't enslave her and sell her off for a high price.
- Companionship. Is it strange to crave a companion? It has been so long since she has ever held a conversation with anyone, human and wolf alike.
- Nature. Artificial life doesn't appeal to her.
- The wise. She respects her elders when they have any advice to bestow upon her. Only one problem, she does exactly the opposite of what they say if they're warning her about tracking the group of wolves down.
- Brave humans. She occasionally applauds any human with enough gall to leap towards her when a wide gap separates them on dangerous mountainsides with lethal spikes, she pities any poor sap who plummets to their death.
- Music. Only when she is in human form. Ever tried headphones when your a wolf? It ain't fun. The loud music blaring in her ears nearly made her deaf.
Hates:
- The stupidly courageous. Do not leap to her rescue unless you have a death wish. It won't do you any favors.
- Vegetation. Anything that taste like vegetables is nasty.
- Arrogant snobs. Ever encountered a male so confident of their strength and is found dead the next day? Those incompetent fools really don't learn very well.
- Men. She believes they're very stupid without a single strand of rationality within them.
Overall personality: A little obnoxious. She is a very stubborn individual with enough pessimism as a lifetime supply, often treats other with respect even though they have yet to earn it. If you commit some sort of misdeed, she'll scorn you because of it until proven worthy of her trust. Remember, she values honor and morality. If your not a trustworthy individual and constantly remain on her bad side, she'll find many methods to rid herself of your bothersome presence. I wouldn't put it past her to form some insidious plot. Besides the basics of her personality, she will act within any other emotion if it serves the situation well. And, she thinks too much to the point it might be an obsession or is that her worry for others? Either or, she is a naturally kind person even though she has a huge temper and clashes with alpha material males frequently whenever she steps on a wrong note with them. Very vocal about her beliefs too.
Other: Nope.
IC Example:
It was there. A constant reminder of her past as crimson streams of life stain her shoes, gleaming maliciously under the sunlight peeking through the slightly parted curtains. It was taunting her, internally laughing at her own weaknesses hidden beneath her exterior. If only she had been consumed by the curse which easily slaughtered her family one by one. Maybe she will? That one small strand of self-restraint could easily snap like a small, fragile twigs littering the ground, snapping under the pressure from an object with certainly enough mass. Just a small strand. Not nearly enough as she desperately clings onto what remains of her sanity, curling her fingers tightly around a solid reason for her existence within the realm of life. But, her mind continued to wander aimlessly about her million of stray thoughts as she entertains the idea of torturing her newest victim today.
Her brand new client, like a tie freshly pressed and neatly folded, patiently waiting to be advertised and bought. He explained thoroughly about this man's family, a dilapidated but nice home sheltering four people as she enroached upon the boundaries barely able to protect this unsuspecting, least known family. A pity. She didn't indulge in any pleasantries the moment she arrived as an uninvited guest.
There was something that irked her the most...
Fear.
An emotion most common among the most feeble of races; humans. They were not to be underestimated. But, she has already foreseen the outcome of this family. The human male merely a coward without a shred of dignity or honor, quickly hides himself behind a door while abandoning his family to her less than tender mercies. She held no sympathy. Just, truly pitied them. If it wasn't for her emotions being restrained by her own will, she would've shed a couple of tears. Truly pitiful. She'll strike down his family before his very eyes and make him regret his decision by tearing into them like a some savage without table manners.
And then, it was the horrifying screams bouncing off the walls.
The little human boy first. Somewhere within her heart shattered at his painful wails as he flailed his arms while showing admirable courage by biting into the flesh of her hand, small droplets of crimson fluid splashing onto the wooden floorboard. Her eyes, bottomless pits of black you can be nearly drowned in it's despair. All of her natural emotions swirling around in those endless pools of darkness. Her fingers ruthlessly digging into his fleshy arms before almost claw-like nails tear themselves mercilessly into the boy's stomach, gripping his entrails and pulling them out as a display for his father to stare upon as the scene turns into some horror movie minus the television. This was written words of a person's thoughts and feelings, a description of their actions, not a movie with pictures.
Her thin, delicate digits to her bony wrists were sullied. She felt dirty and numb, replaying this frightful scene in her mind. It would haunt her in her dreams later when dead eyes condemn her to a life filled with nightmares. Who would be foolish enough to be their savior? Only three people left. The little girl as her next victim. Then, the mother and father.
If she thought about it, she was only enacting orders from her client. Just orders. Detestable orders but it was worth the money, so worth it that she must torture an entire family of innocent people? She was allowed no thoughts. Just a puppet on strings, an assassin with no qualms about the other dirty deeds she will commit in the future. Nothing at all.
Human Age: Eighteen
Wolf Age: Six Years
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Ocean Blue
Hair color: A Really Light Blue
Body Type: Petite, slightly athletic, and muscle non-existent.
Human appearance: Slightly round features with a rather petite form, adorning colors such as black and white with a hint of blue. Her clothes are a bit lacy with frills beginning from the bottom to the top, circling her upper torso and a pair of matching armbands, also a pair of shorts underneath for travel. Shoe wear? The boots are mid-thigh with soft fur surrounding her feet on the inside for comfort, and a couple of buckles decorating the outside. Hmm...ocean blue eyes that change several shades depending on her mood while her hair is shockingly, a really bright color of blue and once the sunlight pours on the top of her head makes it appear naturally white.
History: Once upon a time, she fully believed she was human with an ordinary family until an incident occurred. Not a normal, everyday occurrence. It was phenomenal. A man approached their doorstep with caution, heavily armed with weapons and so consumed by his belief that she was a wolf. Countless times, he'd appear somewhere around noon after her family enjoyed a nice dinner, often ignoring him and his constant bellowing outside their door. But, it wasn't until he did something completely outrageous. This misdeed frightening her poor family more than ever as this obsessive man continues in his pursuit of her, slowly and dangerously, as each second passes by, a shot most definitely heard by the neighbors rang out in the cold winter night. A mortally wounded man lay dying on the floor, not the man so bent on believing she was a wolf but her father. He lay there, blood pooling around his body as he grew colder as minute after minute kept passing everyone by, leaving her in a trembling state.
It was only one vicious glare from him before she fled. Her legs pushing themselves past their limit and frantically searching, searching for any place and any person who would dare offer her shelter. Not a single person offered, in fear for their very lives, and she still ran like the devil was at her heels, nipping at her ankles and setting her on fire. Her body burning with an unhealthy intensity as she was struck with sickness, her legs no longer capable of holding her weight as she collapsed on the frigid, unforgiving ground. Every strand of her light blue hair sticking out in odd directions while gasping for breath, struggling as black spots taint her vision. She could no longer run or escape from her inevitable fate as she slowly drifts off to sleep. Her slumbering human form disappears, for, if any eyes were to glance upon her, they would see a wolf. If they believed not in wolves, it would be a dog. A common mutt.
A wanderer found her exhausted form the very next day, handling her with care as she was taken somewhere far away from the incident. She was laid on soft furs, any wounds obtained from the harsh journey tended to by the kind, yet foreign stranger. As she woke with the sunlight almost impairing her sight, fought against the gentle hands that thread their rough digits through her fur. Her ears tightly pressed against her furry head whilst growling at the strange male, cowering back into the comfortable bedding made especially for her. Growling? Humans don't growl? She searched for a reflection as she gazed in shock at the mirror, it reflects a wolf with grey-white fur. The confusion never ceased as she faces him as another ferocious snarl surfaces before he raised his hand in surrender did she finally observe her surroundings with a bit of wariness, treating this place as a prison. There were no weapons. So, she remained a bewildered little pup as the man somehow understood her plight, answering each and every question circulating through that mind of hers even though he probably never communicated with a wolf in all his years.
With all her questions graciously answered, she only bid him farewell. Never returning home and began a journey of her own, following rumors about a group of wolves seeking paradise. What paradise? There was no such thing so she could amuse herself by trailing after them and what a horrible idea that was, or is it?
Fur color: Grey-white
Picture:
Likes:
- Freedom. What could she do without it? She highly appreciates it if people don't enslave her and sell her off for a high price.
- Companionship. Is it strange to crave a companion? It has been so long since she has ever held a conversation with anyone, human and wolf alike.
- Nature. Artificial life doesn't appeal to her.
- The wise. She respects her elders when they have any advice to bestow upon her. Only one problem, she does exactly the opposite of what they say if they're warning her about tracking the group of wolves down.
- Brave humans. She occasionally applauds any human with enough gall to leap towards her when a wide gap separates them on dangerous mountainsides with lethal spikes, she pities any poor sap who plummets to their death.
- Music. Only when she is in human form. Ever tried headphones when your a wolf? It ain't fun. The loud music blaring in her ears nearly made her deaf.
Hates:
- The stupidly courageous. Do not leap to her rescue unless you have a death wish. It won't do you any favors.
- Vegetation. Anything that taste like vegetables is nasty.
- Arrogant snobs. Ever encountered a male so confident of their strength and is found dead the next day? Those incompetent fools really don't learn very well.
- Men. She believes they're very stupid without a single strand of rationality within them.
Overall personality: A little obnoxious. She is a very stubborn individual with enough pessimism as a lifetime supply, often treats other with respect even though they have yet to earn it. If you commit some sort of misdeed, she'll scorn you because of it until proven worthy of her trust. Remember, she values honor and morality. If your not a trustworthy individual and constantly remain on her bad side, she'll find many methods to rid herself of your bothersome presence. I wouldn't put it past her to form some insidious plot. Besides the basics of her personality, she will act within any other emotion if it serves the situation well. And, she thinks too much to the point it might be an obsession or is that her worry for others? Either or, she is a naturally kind person even though she has a huge temper and clashes with alpha material males frequently whenever she steps on a wrong note with them. Very vocal about her beliefs too.
Other: Nope.
IC Example:
It was there. A constant reminder of her past as crimson streams of life stain her shoes, gleaming maliciously under the sunlight peeking through the slightly parted curtains. It was taunting her, internally laughing at her own weaknesses hidden beneath her exterior. If only she had been consumed by the curse which easily slaughtered her family one by one. Maybe she will? That one small strand of self-restraint could easily snap like a small, fragile twigs littering the ground, snapping under the pressure from an object with certainly enough mass. Just a small strand. Not nearly enough as she desperately clings onto what remains of her sanity, curling her fingers tightly around a solid reason for her existence within the realm of life. But, her mind continued to wander aimlessly about her million of stray thoughts as she entertains the idea of torturing her newest victim today.
Her brand new client, like a tie freshly pressed and neatly folded, patiently waiting to be advertised and bought. He explained thoroughly about this man's family, a dilapidated but nice home sheltering four people as she enroached upon the boundaries barely able to protect this unsuspecting, least known family. A pity. She didn't indulge in any pleasantries the moment she arrived as an uninvited guest.
There was something that irked her the most...
Fear.
An emotion most common among the most feeble of races; humans. They were not to be underestimated. But, she has already foreseen the outcome of this family. The human male merely a coward without a shred of dignity or honor, quickly hides himself behind a door while abandoning his family to her less than tender mercies. She held no sympathy. Just, truly pitied them. If it wasn't for her emotions being restrained by her own will, she would've shed a couple of tears. Truly pitiful. She'll strike down his family before his very eyes and make him regret his decision by tearing into them like a some savage without table manners.
And then, it was the horrifying screams bouncing off the walls.
The little human boy first. Somewhere within her heart shattered at his painful wails as he flailed his arms while showing admirable courage by biting into the flesh of her hand, small droplets of crimson fluid splashing onto the wooden floorboard. Her eyes, bottomless pits of black you can be nearly drowned in it's despair. All of her natural emotions swirling around in those endless pools of darkness. Her fingers ruthlessly digging into his fleshy arms before almost claw-like nails tear themselves mercilessly into the boy's stomach, gripping his entrails and pulling them out as a display for his father to stare upon as the scene turns into some horror movie minus the television. This was written words of a person's thoughts and feelings, a description of their actions, not a movie with pictures.
Her thin, delicate digits to her bony wrists were sullied. She felt dirty and numb, replaying this frightful scene in her mind. It would haunt her in her dreams later when dead eyes condemn her to a life filled with nightmares. Who would be foolish enough to be their savior? Only three people left. The little girl as her next victim. Then, the mother and father.
If she thought about it, she was only enacting orders from her client. Just orders. Detestable orders but it was worth the money, so worth it that she must torture an entire family of innocent people? She was allowed no thoughts. Just a puppet on strings, an assassin with no qualms about the other dirty deeds she will commit in the future. Nothing at all.
