Post by Disoriente on Dec 21, 2009 12:08:31 GMT -8
Name: Shikyo Muchitsujo (Sheek-yo) (Moo-cheat-sue-joe)
Gender: Female
Age: 190
Birthday: March 3rd
Species: Daemon; Vampire
Affinity: Dark
Abilities: Dark Vision - Can see in even the darkest black.
Artifact: Lvl. 1; A small pendant around her neck the shape of a rose. Seems to be made of ruby. Stands for the Orihamu, which she directs. Hold ability of Hypnosis.
Role: Spy
Alignment: Evil...Though none know of it.
Appearance: Knee-length and layered,white-blue hair styled to cover her right eye. Most is usually haggered around the right side of her head. Why would it be covered...? A sickness envelopes it. But we'll get to that later. Her eyes are like that of the Geostigma, light blue with green rimming the pupil, slitted pupils like a cat's. Long limbs and effortless strength, her form is like an angel's. Slim and beautiful. She has a palor of a skin...But more of a natural fairness, not a bleached stretch. Her fangs are small, as she feeds off souls. She has a hanging strap from her back to hold her weapons...Including a dagger and sword as long as her leg. Her smile is sharp and cold...alluring. A face as innocent as a fresh-born...Until you meet her in an alley.
Personality: She never really cared for the petty obsessions some young girls had. Love, lust. It's all a game. If you win, the other dies. Nothing to cry about. A giggle rarely escapes her lips...Instead a ruthless cry of happiness for the slain at her feet. Nothing has ever really fazed this wonderous beast of the night. Hah, if she were to die, she would bring the whole damn world with her.
History: She was bitten when she was young. By her boyfriend at the time. Her mother had cried, cried to her that she was an idiot to be dating a vampire. An idiot for even trying to find happiness in the life of him. She killed her mother. And her father. Her whole damn family. She didn't care. Instead she lived a life out in Illinor, her boyfriend slayed by a werewolf. Of all things...The Children of the Night. It was almost comical. And yet, she still lives there, happy to distribute a slip of venom to those willing enough to join her. A ruthless she-demon, with an army of brainwashed vampires at her side. She runs the organization Orihamu. A strictly Vampire coven used to hunt down disastorous creations like a mutated Werebeast or event he occational bad Elf. Everything has to go through her to be confirmed. If not...Well, you'd rather not find out.
Gender: Female
Age: 190
Birthday: March 3rd
Species: Daemon; Vampire
Affinity: Dark
Abilities: Dark Vision - Can see in even the darkest black.
Artifact: Lvl. 1; A small pendant around her neck the shape of a rose. Seems to be made of ruby. Stands for the Orihamu, which she directs. Hold ability of Hypnosis.
Role: Spy
Alignment: Evil...Though none know of it.
Appearance: Knee-length and layered,white-blue hair styled to cover her right eye. Most is usually haggered around the right side of her head. Why would it be covered...? A sickness envelopes it. But we'll get to that later. Her eyes are like that of the Geostigma, light blue with green rimming the pupil, slitted pupils like a cat's. Long limbs and effortless strength, her form is like an angel's. Slim and beautiful. She has a palor of a skin...But more of a natural fairness, not a bleached stretch. Her fangs are small, as she feeds off souls. She has a hanging strap from her back to hold her weapons...Including a dagger and sword as long as her leg. Her smile is sharp and cold...alluring. A face as innocent as a fresh-born...Until you meet her in an alley.
Personality: She never really cared for the petty obsessions some young girls had. Love, lust. It's all a game. If you win, the other dies. Nothing to cry about. A giggle rarely escapes her lips...Instead a ruthless cry of happiness for the slain at her feet. Nothing has ever really fazed this wonderous beast of the night. Hah, if she were to die, she would bring the whole damn world with her.
History: She was bitten when she was young. By her boyfriend at the time. Her mother had cried, cried to her that she was an idiot to be dating a vampire. An idiot for even trying to find happiness in the life of him. She killed her mother. And her father. Her whole damn family. She didn't care. Instead she lived a life out in Illinor, her boyfriend slayed by a werewolf. Of all things...The Children of the Night. It was almost comical. And yet, she still lives there, happy to distribute a slip of venom to those willing enough to join her. A ruthless she-demon, with an army of brainwashed vampires at her side. She runs the organization Orihamu. A strictly Vampire coven used to hunt down disastorous creations like a mutated Werebeast or event he occational bad Elf. Everything has to go through her to be confirmed. If not...Well, you'd rather not find out.
