Post by kurootome on Sept 2, 2010 18:59:48 GMT -5
Name: Kuro Otome
Alignment/Affiliation: Mercenary/kunoichi, ex crescent unit
Age: 26
Race: half Wutaiian and half whatever Midgar city people are.
History/Background (One paragraph minimum)
History:
~The beginning of Kuro~
The whole concept of Kaya is that she was born as the product of rape. A ShinRa Soldier raped her mother and thus begat Kuro. The man was of course 'arrested' and her adoptive father adopted her despite his distaste for it. She served as a reminder to both parents of an awful deed. Her half-sister would always pick on her about this and play pranks on her. But she always ignored it. Karma would get them sooner or later.
When she was little, some kids picked on her gray eyes and some even avoided her because they just felt she was ‘eerie’. However, Takuya accepted her and was always there for her. They fell in love, but Kaya never openly expressed herself to him. This left both of them pained.
~~Early Womanhood~~
Eventually her mother arranged a suitor for her at the young age of 15, figuring no one else would want such a girl that resembled their enemies from ShinRa. Takuya was angry with this and asked her to elope with him. She refused, saying it was but all she could do for the family that raised her. After all, this man was rich and would allow her parents to eat well during the war. Frustrated, Takuya disappeared for a while.
In this time, her husband became poor through underground gambling and took out his frustration on Kaya by beating her even though she did not protest and remained calm through his verbal abuse. The doctors, working with the ninja clan, gave news to Takuya that they had to treat Kaya multiple times for fractured bones through this.
It was then Takuya forced her to join him. At a young of seventeen, she was being trained by an elite military division in Wutai how to trap and set counter traps to defend Wutai. She was learning to kill from a distance.
All the while cheating on her abusive husband with her lover Takuya.
Eight months later, she found herself pregnant. Her first reaction was panic. How could she raise a child in these times and at her age? Then panic gave way to a more subtle understanding. She had taken so many lives, and now she had a chance to give life. This conception was dawning on her, she told Takuya the news, and he was prepared to help raise the child.
~Darkness rises ~
However her husband, after gambling, in a drunken rage beat her once more. She grew ill and lost the child. Her heart grew heavy with hate for the man, and darkness inside her rose to a peak.
This darkness had been accumulating over the years from the abuse she had taken from the man and silently buried. Itself was an entity, and it caused herself to broil from the inside. But after enduring so much trauma from the grief her parents brought her, from the many villagers who talked behind her back because of her race, and to her abusive husband, something inside her snapped.
Within her eighteenth year of life, instead of shaming her family by leaving and going back home...
Kaya killed her husband by luring him to bed and poisoning him deep into the night. He had been once again drunk, but before he had the opportunity to go in a rage, she lured him to their bed, one that had been unused since the consummation of marriage. Taking the opportunity, when he laid himself upon her, a needle hidden in her ring stabbed him in a vital vein along his neck. His veins darkened and he was dead within seconds.
Free...free... She had but to do one more thing with this hellhole, and her eyes was burning with silver fire to do it.
Flames ensued. It rose and burned, consuming the home. She started her life anew.
Everyone assumed that ShinRa had attacked the home thinking it of some importance.
~~ The End of War ~~
By the age of nineteen the war was starting to die out.
She had been in the Cresent Unit for two years now.
Takuya brought her to stay in the elite clans, Cresent Unit, headquarters. The clan boosted her confidence and she began to excel in fighting and making antidotes. Though she was not the best, she could give anyone a good fight.
~~The Vengeance ~~
Everything was well, until one day, her friend in the Cresent Unit went to the mountains and was attacked and killed by a strange black wolf. She had left to go patrol in the mountains to make sure any ShinRa units had not been deployed by helicopter there.
No one had known a species of black wolves in the mountain region here, and some assumed that ShinRa was bringing in Guardhounds to slaughter people.
She was going to avenge her friend by slaughtering this wolf. or whomever was responsible.
However, on her trek up the mountain, she was attacked by a gang of wild dogs. Unable to defend herself against all of them she collapsed to the ground.
The wild dogs suddenly stopped attacking. She felt relief, if not bruised for a brief second. However a man stood above and it was hard to tell what he was from the glaring sun. She could have sworn on her life it had rescued her. But instead of helping her up, it stabbed her in her side.
She cried out then darkness ensued. When she woke up, Takuya was holding her hand and asking her what happened. When she explained it to him, he told her there were no foot prints. If it was a ghost, it was a bad spirit. Luckily her gi clotted blood and slowed her bleeding or else she would have bled to death, but now she has a scar that never seems to heal. Old healers came by and told her it is cursed. But how, no one can really say for sure.
Other roomers said it was the legendary Sephiroth, but that seemed fairly silly.
~The Cresent Unit~
The clan taught one how to be neutral. Any sign of emotion or unnecessary want would leave one defenseless on the battle field.This clan was just outside the city in a tiny temple nearby. Students can train there quietly and without hassle aside from a couple of pilgrims.
One night she was sent out on a mission with Takuya. Destroy the ShinRa soldiers that snuck on the shores. Takuya made it half way before being attacked unexpectedly. A projectile from the Soldiers seared his chest and caused his lung to collapse. Using the Soldiers recuperation time, she quickly dispatched of him and went to tend Takuya. He pleaded her to cut out the bullet, but she knew he would die quicker if she did. Either way, no matter of healing could cure him since his flesh was all ready losing heat. Pulling out a shinai, she cut deep into his chest to remove the bullet. He tensed and grunted in pain, biting his sleeve so he didn’t bite through his tongue. She pressed her hand against it to stanch the bleeding. The blood only seeped through her fingers. Blood flecked his lips, and as one last good bye she kissed him before he slid into his everlasting slumber.
She ached because she never got to tell him how much she loved him. In truth she did not realize how much she did until he died. Yet, she did not shed one tear. Her general, Godo Kisaragi, saw this and though containing emotions is what he taught, he also knew when one had to vent emotions or else they would distract you in the long run. She refused to eat and stayed in Takuya’s room as if in remembrance of him.
When he asked why she did not shed one tear she simply said “I have nothing to cry over. Tears will not bring him back.” She was slapped across the face and he replied. “Birds and beasts do not cry. You are neither.” She shed a tear. Not because of the slap but because the slap had made her realize her own inner pain and conflict she had about Takuya’s death. The master hugged her, before finally leaving her to wallow in her misery.
The day of the cremation she wore all white to symbolize death. The ninja all crowded around to watch their comrade be given over to the other world. She stood in the crowd and they lit his body. She lost it. Amongst the flames she can see his smiling form departing her. Insanity took over and she shoved people aside, about to throw herself over his flaming body. She would go with him if she had to. But before she could fully throw herself over the flames a person grabbed her and pulled her back. Her flailing did little to get the men off of her, but they chloroformed and she was passed out. She awoke in her bedroom in misery and haziness. That day meant total dedication to her job. She had no other purpose in life now.
The darkness grew stronger.
~ Aftermath~
Pushing almost the age of twenty she moves away from the unit. No longer have anything of value to keep her there, she disbands and moves on.
After the Wutai war, Wutai was still fairly tense with ShinRa. Having nothing left in Wutai, she left, and became a sort of vagabond or kunoichi for hire. She does odd jobs for money, or just steals it, which ever she prefers at the time.
That and she liked the use of materia once in a while, leaving allowed her to use it since there was a ban in Wutai.
When meteor fell, it did not bother her much since death was something she is not afraid of. Besides when there was a natural disaster, there meant money was to be made since many people wanted help.
REQUIRED FOR CUSTOM/NON-CANON ONLY
Appearance:
She has pale skin with dark brown hair that seems like it would be wavy if it was not so long. It trails down to her elbows, and is often times in a bun or left down, depending on what she wants to portray. Her dark features are contrasted to her gray eyes, so that sometimes seem blue or gray depending on mood or lighting. Her body is overall lean and athletic and has sensual curves that define a woman. Neither her breasts or hips are too big or too small, but just right for a woman her size. Her height is 5’4, and she seems harmless at first sight. Her lips are a soft pink color to them. She also has a scar on her left side and a few burn scars on her arms.
As for her clothes, she usually wears whatever she needs to wear. Sometimes its jeans and a white shirt, or it can be something dark or elusive. Just like modern days are subject to change so are her clothes. When at the temples or at night, she usually wears the typical black gi and black baggy pants.
Personality:
Kuro has no personality and all personalities. When she is pressed into a bad situation she can jump headlong into it or just simply take it calmly and do nothing about it. Her personality depends on the person she is with. She does not form ‘bonds’ with people, so it does not impede on her job protecting other humans. Then again she was in love once, what would stop her from doing it again? Full of paradoxes, her personality can remain an enigma.
She wants to be fluid in manner and adjust to a person’s expectation in order to make them comfortable with her. This means she would do anything to get the person’s comfort. Trained skillfully in the art of mental manipulation she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She can manipulate anger as well as manipulating someone’s good will or even lust.
She has a darker half that lives inside her. Not quite another personality, but if one must give it a name, it is a spiritual manifestation. It is all the burning hate, anger, and sadness she bound to herself by not releasing it since she was a child. It took a sentient shape inside her body, taking pleasure in the pain and suffering of others. She fights a battle with it and since her personality or personalities need the utmost training to make one not become insane, and this darker half likes to try to tip the vessel.
What this darkness or ‘spiritual’ being is, she has no answer. It doesn’t speak but sends emotions and images of its grin or anger. Where she had once meditated, she stopped in fear of ‘touching’ it too many times. It only becomes a mental issue when she is put under dark and violent stress, in which she only gets it in her head to release this inner darkness and destroy everything and anything around her at that point in time (sort of like berserk mode).
After the death of her ex-lover, one couldn't say she became more or less cynical. She always has a neutral mask on until she tries to becomes something she is not to get a situation in her favor.
Abilities:
Spells and Abilities:
doublecut materia: 2x the attack
throw materia: throw
speedplus materia: increases speed
counter materia: counters
poison materia: Bio, Bio2, Bio3
Weakness: Anything with a defense that is way high and powerful attacks if they connect.
Resistance : bio magic, poison
Summons: Hades
Weapons: 2 wakizashi, some kunai and shurikens
OPTIONAL
RP Sample:
Darkness. She fell into darkness, feeling the sweet euphoric sensation that accompanies the dead. Then, suddenly her senses returned with the sound of rattling. She groaned, or rather, attempted to groan. It was muffled in the ball of cloth that was shoved between her teeth and held in place by another cloth that tied under hair in a knot at the base of her skull.
Sensation came back to her body unfortunately. Aches screamed everywhere in her muscles and her head throbbed. She moved something. Her hands? Fingers began flexing as she resumed painful feeling back into them. They were tied with thick ropes behind her back. Involuntarily she began tugging at them as the first vestiges of panic gave rise. When she realized this feeling, she pushed the panic back. That would not get her out of here; it would only make things worse. Her breath became even.
She used her elbow to sit up and she looked around at where she was. She was in a jail cell with nothing in it but solid gray walls, and one metallic door with a bar window. How creative for this new ‘Don Corneo’ wannabe.
Her head twisted as a man opened the door. "You'd fetch a good bit of money if a man has the balls to tame you." He laughed at her and fire darkened her eyes. He knelt down next to manhandle her up to her feet. His hands never made it. Her ankles came to both his temples and snapped his neck with a quick jerk. She looked down at him disgusted.
She slid a knife down her sleeve, and began cutting at the ropes at her wrist. It came off easily and she took the cloth out of her mouth. She was taking too long now. There was another guard coming down the hall.
“What's going on in here?" Another man came in and saw the dead man. He kicked the man aside. “I told him to be more careful. Pathetic man. That's one less mouth to feed, however..."His eyes flashed up at her.
But that was his last sight, her small knife slid into his throat. The next thing he uttered was nothing but a gurgling mess of blood and whatever sound the destroyed vocals could make.
She left the man crumbled on the ground. Her next destination was the pimp.
He would certainly have the money she needed to rent tonight’s hotel room.
Everything else...
Alignment/Affiliation: Mercenary/kunoichi, ex crescent unit
Age: 26
Race: half Wutaiian and half whatever Midgar city people are.
History/Background (One paragraph minimum)
History:
~The beginning of Kuro~
The whole concept of Kaya is that she was born as the product of rape. A ShinRa Soldier raped her mother and thus begat Kuro. The man was of course 'arrested' and her adoptive father adopted her despite his distaste for it. She served as a reminder to both parents of an awful deed. Her half-sister would always pick on her about this and play pranks on her. But she always ignored it. Karma would get them sooner or later.
When she was little, some kids picked on her gray eyes and some even avoided her because they just felt she was ‘eerie’. However, Takuya accepted her and was always there for her. They fell in love, but Kaya never openly expressed herself to him. This left both of them pained.
~~Early Womanhood~~
Eventually her mother arranged a suitor for her at the young age of 15, figuring no one else would want such a girl that resembled their enemies from ShinRa. Takuya was angry with this and asked her to elope with him. She refused, saying it was but all she could do for the family that raised her. After all, this man was rich and would allow her parents to eat well during the war. Frustrated, Takuya disappeared for a while.
In this time, her husband became poor through underground gambling and took out his frustration on Kaya by beating her even though she did not protest and remained calm through his verbal abuse. The doctors, working with the ninja clan, gave news to Takuya that they had to treat Kaya multiple times for fractured bones through this.
It was then Takuya forced her to join him. At a young of seventeen, she was being trained by an elite military division in Wutai how to trap and set counter traps to defend Wutai. She was learning to kill from a distance.
All the while cheating on her abusive husband with her lover Takuya.
Eight months later, she found herself pregnant. Her first reaction was panic. How could she raise a child in these times and at her age? Then panic gave way to a more subtle understanding. She had taken so many lives, and now she had a chance to give life. This conception was dawning on her, she told Takuya the news, and he was prepared to help raise the child.
~Darkness rises ~
However her husband, after gambling, in a drunken rage beat her once more. She grew ill and lost the child. Her heart grew heavy with hate for the man, and darkness inside her rose to a peak.
This darkness had been accumulating over the years from the abuse she had taken from the man and silently buried. Itself was an entity, and it caused herself to broil from the inside. But after enduring so much trauma from the grief her parents brought her, from the many villagers who talked behind her back because of her race, and to her abusive husband, something inside her snapped.
Within her eighteenth year of life, instead of shaming her family by leaving and going back home...
Kaya killed her husband by luring him to bed and poisoning him deep into the night. He had been once again drunk, but before he had the opportunity to go in a rage, she lured him to their bed, one that had been unused since the consummation of marriage. Taking the opportunity, when he laid himself upon her, a needle hidden in her ring stabbed him in a vital vein along his neck. His veins darkened and he was dead within seconds.
Free...free... She had but to do one more thing with this hellhole, and her eyes was burning with silver fire to do it.
Flames ensued. It rose and burned, consuming the home. She started her life anew.
Everyone assumed that ShinRa had attacked the home thinking it of some importance.
~~ The End of War ~~
By the age of nineteen the war was starting to die out.
She had been in the Cresent Unit for two years now.
Takuya brought her to stay in the elite clans, Cresent Unit, headquarters. The clan boosted her confidence and she began to excel in fighting and making antidotes. Though she was not the best, she could give anyone a good fight.
~~The Vengeance ~~
Everything was well, until one day, her friend in the Cresent Unit went to the mountains and was attacked and killed by a strange black wolf. She had left to go patrol in the mountains to make sure any ShinRa units had not been deployed by helicopter there.
No one had known a species of black wolves in the mountain region here, and some assumed that ShinRa was bringing in Guardhounds to slaughter people.
She was going to avenge her friend by slaughtering this wolf. or whomever was responsible.
However, on her trek up the mountain, she was attacked by a gang of wild dogs. Unable to defend herself against all of them she collapsed to the ground.
The wild dogs suddenly stopped attacking. She felt relief, if not bruised for a brief second. However a man stood above and it was hard to tell what he was from the glaring sun. She could have sworn on her life it had rescued her. But instead of helping her up, it stabbed her in her side.
She cried out then darkness ensued. When she woke up, Takuya was holding her hand and asking her what happened. When she explained it to him, he told her there were no foot prints. If it was a ghost, it was a bad spirit. Luckily her gi clotted blood and slowed her bleeding or else she would have bled to death, but now she has a scar that never seems to heal. Old healers came by and told her it is cursed. But how, no one can really say for sure.
Other roomers said it was the legendary Sephiroth, but that seemed fairly silly.
~The Cresent Unit~
The clan taught one how to be neutral. Any sign of emotion or unnecessary want would leave one defenseless on the battle field.This clan was just outside the city in a tiny temple nearby. Students can train there quietly and without hassle aside from a couple of pilgrims.
One night she was sent out on a mission with Takuya. Destroy the ShinRa soldiers that snuck on the shores. Takuya made it half way before being attacked unexpectedly. A projectile from the Soldiers seared his chest and caused his lung to collapse. Using the Soldiers recuperation time, she quickly dispatched of him and went to tend Takuya. He pleaded her to cut out the bullet, but she knew he would die quicker if she did. Either way, no matter of healing could cure him since his flesh was all ready losing heat. Pulling out a shinai, she cut deep into his chest to remove the bullet. He tensed and grunted in pain, biting his sleeve so he didn’t bite through his tongue. She pressed her hand against it to stanch the bleeding. The blood only seeped through her fingers. Blood flecked his lips, and as one last good bye she kissed him before he slid into his everlasting slumber.
She ached because she never got to tell him how much she loved him. In truth she did not realize how much she did until he died. Yet, she did not shed one tear. Her general, Godo Kisaragi, saw this and though containing emotions is what he taught, he also knew when one had to vent emotions or else they would distract you in the long run. She refused to eat and stayed in Takuya’s room as if in remembrance of him.
When he asked why she did not shed one tear she simply said “I have nothing to cry over. Tears will not bring him back.” She was slapped across the face and he replied. “Birds and beasts do not cry. You are neither.” She shed a tear. Not because of the slap but because the slap had made her realize her own inner pain and conflict she had about Takuya’s death. The master hugged her, before finally leaving her to wallow in her misery.
The day of the cremation she wore all white to symbolize death. The ninja all crowded around to watch their comrade be given over to the other world. She stood in the crowd and they lit his body. She lost it. Amongst the flames she can see his smiling form departing her. Insanity took over and she shoved people aside, about to throw herself over his flaming body. She would go with him if she had to. But before she could fully throw herself over the flames a person grabbed her and pulled her back. Her flailing did little to get the men off of her, but they chloroformed and she was passed out. She awoke in her bedroom in misery and haziness. That day meant total dedication to her job. She had no other purpose in life now.
The darkness grew stronger.
~ Aftermath~
Pushing almost the age of twenty she moves away from the unit. No longer have anything of value to keep her there, she disbands and moves on.
After the Wutai war, Wutai was still fairly tense with ShinRa. Having nothing left in Wutai, she left, and became a sort of vagabond or kunoichi for hire. She does odd jobs for money, or just steals it, which ever she prefers at the time.
That and she liked the use of materia once in a while, leaving allowed her to use it since there was a ban in Wutai.
When meteor fell, it did not bother her much since death was something she is not afraid of. Besides when there was a natural disaster, there meant money was to be made since many people wanted help.
REQUIRED FOR CUSTOM/NON-CANON ONLY
Appearance:
She has pale skin with dark brown hair that seems like it would be wavy if it was not so long. It trails down to her elbows, and is often times in a bun or left down, depending on what she wants to portray. Her dark features are contrasted to her gray eyes, so that sometimes seem blue or gray depending on mood or lighting. Her body is overall lean and athletic and has sensual curves that define a woman. Neither her breasts or hips are too big or too small, but just right for a woman her size. Her height is 5’4, and she seems harmless at first sight. Her lips are a soft pink color to them. She also has a scar on her left side and a few burn scars on her arms.
As for her clothes, she usually wears whatever she needs to wear. Sometimes its jeans and a white shirt, or it can be something dark or elusive. Just like modern days are subject to change so are her clothes. When at the temples or at night, she usually wears the typical black gi and black baggy pants.
Personality:
Kuro has no personality and all personalities. When she is pressed into a bad situation she can jump headlong into it or just simply take it calmly and do nothing about it. Her personality depends on the person she is with. She does not form ‘bonds’ with people, so it does not impede on her job protecting other humans. Then again she was in love once, what would stop her from doing it again? Full of paradoxes, her personality can remain an enigma.
She wants to be fluid in manner and adjust to a person’s expectation in order to make them comfortable with her. This means she would do anything to get the person’s comfort. Trained skillfully in the art of mental manipulation she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She can manipulate anger as well as manipulating someone’s good will or even lust.
She has a darker half that lives inside her. Not quite another personality, but if one must give it a name, it is a spiritual manifestation. It is all the burning hate, anger, and sadness she bound to herself by not releasing it since she was a child. It took a sentient shape inside her body, taking pleasure in the pain and suffering of others. She fights a battle with it and since her personality or personalities need the utmost training to make one not become insane, and this darker half likes to try to tip the vessel.
What this darkness or ‘spiritual’ being is, she has no answer. It doesn’t speak but sends emotions and images of its grin or anger. Where she had once meditated, she stopped in fear of ‘touching’ it too many times. It only becomes a mental issue when she is put under dark and violent stress, in which she only gets it in her head to release this inner darkness and destroy everything and anything around her at that point in time (sort of like berserk mode).
After the death of her ex-lover, one couldn't say she became more or less cynical. She always has a neutral mask on until she tries to becomes something she is not to get a situation in her favor.
Abilities:
Spells and Abilities:
doublecut materia: 2x the attack
throw materia: throw
speedplus materia: increases speed
counter materia: counters
poison materia: Bio, Bio2, Bio3
Weakness: Anything with a defense that is way high and powerful attacks if they connect.
Resistance : bio magic, poison
Summons: Hades
Weapons: 2 wakizashi, some kunai and shurikens
OPTIONAL
RP Sample:
Darkness. She fell into darkness, feeling the sweet euphoric sensation that accompanies the dead. Then, suddenly her senses returned with the sound of rattling. She groaned, or rather, attempted to groan. It was muffled in the ball of cloth that was shoved between her teeth and held in place by another cloth that tied under hair in a knot at the base of her skull.
Sensation came back to her body unfortunately. Aches screamed everywhere in her muscles and her head throbbed. She moved something. Her hands? Fingers began flexing as she resumed painful feeling back into them. They were tied with thick ropes behind her back. Involuntarily she began tugging at them as the first vestiges of panic gave rise. When she realized this feeling, she pushed the panic back. That would not get her out of here; it would only make things worse. Her breath became even.
She used her elbow to sit up and she looked around at where she was. She was in a jail cell with nothing in it but solid gray walls, and one metallic door with a bar window. How creative for this new ‘Don Corneo’ wannabe.
Her head twisted as a man opened the door. "You'd fetch a good bit of money if a man has the balls to tame you." He laughed at her and fire darkened her eyes. He knelt down next to manhandle her up to her feet. His hands never made it. Her ankles came to both his temples and snapped his neck with a quick jerk. She looked down at him disgusted.
She slid a knife down her sleeve, and began cutting at the ropes at her wrist. It came off easily and she took the cloth out of her mouth. She was taking too long now. There was another guard coming down the hall.
“What's going on in here?" Another man came in and saw the dead man. He kicked the man aside. “I told him to be more careful. Pathetic man. That's one less mouth to feed, however..."His eyes flashed up at her.
But that was his last sight, her small knife slid into his throat. The next thing he uttered was nothing but a gurgling mess of blood and whatever sound the destroyed vocals could make.
She left the man crumbled on the ground. Her next destination was the pimp.
He would certainly have the money she needed to rent tonight’s hotel room.
Everything else...