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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:11 am
 Username: Katsumi_Hakubi
My Interests: It's all fair game.
I'm willing to try anything, although...
My proficiencies have always been Action and Tragedy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:14 am
Celes Ashitaka  Originally known as ..... Celes Ashitaka; Unit C.A. 001; Celestial Asperser
Now addressed by ..... Professor Ashitaka; Celestial; Mom
I live in the city of ..... London, England
I carried over from my past life ..... My daughter, slang, and my original S.W.M. program
Some new things I’ve acquired are ..... Being the more recently deceased of the heroes, Celes was pretty much up-to-date with technology. All she really had done was update any of her firearms and upgrade her energy source to a recharging battery that was powered by her skin cells taking in oxygen and sunlight. She's a very eco-friendly android.
All I want to do is ..... Watch my daughter grow up and succeed in life, maybe get remarried when I find the right genius
Some of the other heroes I know about are ..... Kevin (Acquaintance); Zep (Close friends); Fiona (Acquaintance)
The one pulling the puppet strings is ..... Katsumi_HakubiCeles’ DaughterName: Aly
Age: 6
Race: Neko
Occupation: Student
Skills: Really good at finger painting and making smores; already an ace at using the crossbow because of her mother
Bio: Aly was born with her father’s tiger stripes, and one of his orange eyes. The other was Celes’ red. Although she wished she could have met her father, she’s content enough having her mother tell stories of when they were in love. She wants her mother to get remarried quite badly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:15 am
Laviathan Kirk O'Mallie  My βasic Information ---------Name: Full of irony and pop culture jokes. Just call me Lavi.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: HumanA Litter Dεεper Into My mind: ---------Background Story: It's never been easy growing up for Lavi. Every bit of his name was a joke, and apparently his life was a running comedy, except he was the punchline. As difficult as things always seemed, he'd done what he could to pull through. Even when his parents couldn't pay the bills, he'd practically kill himself trying to make up the difference and STILL manage to get schoolwork done.
His close-knit group of friends used to be his only safe house to relax, but with the passing of his parents (And major source of income), he's come to realize that he can't afford to enjoy himself. Not wanting to burden his friends who had also lost their parents, he's almost completely shut down and locked out everything peaceful and happy to keep his life from falling apart.
Personality: A complete workaholic. He tries to juggle bills, school, and work all at once, barely managing to squeeze in simple necessities like sleep and eating into his crammed schedule. Lavi has lately become more of a recluse towards his long-time friends, but still manages to offer rare moments of quality time with them.
Due to his high stress level, he also chain smokes.What’s Happεning To Mε?!: ---------Developing Power(s): Being teased for being a sea monster in his childhood, and now feeling like he's drowning on a daily basis seems to only add to the irony of his developing power. Lavi is able to warp water to his discretion. Ever changing and ever shifting, he can mold small to large bodies of water into solidified-jello-type substances. They can vary from weapons, to shields, even to weather like rain, or mist. Not only that, but his body when relaxed (if ever) is capable of moving just as fluidly as running water.Someone Is Controlling Me!: Katsumi_Hakubi
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:19 am
Character’s Name: Tenebrae Howlsing
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Sex: Female
Race: Dark One
Classification: Inu
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Age: 150, although appears around 17-24
Hair Color: Light orange/brown
Eye Color: Red
Height: 5'5''
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Powers: Able to alter her howls into a supersonic attack that can shatter glass, or blow over deep-rooted trees.
Weapons: Prefers her birth-given fangs, which seem thicker and sharper than usual. Even for an Inu. She can crush rocks in between her teeth.
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Picture: What an eyefull!
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:21 am
Name: Neferit Mursili
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Nation: Anubis
Rank: Commanding general
Weapon(s)/Tool(s): b*****d sword [Main]; Dirk [Side-arm]
Bio: Neferit and Anubis had been colleagues for years. They studied the same things and trained together up until she surpassed him. He appointed her into her position because of this. Her parents decided to follow Ra, so she took her brothers and puppies with her when they went their separate ways. She purposely carved her forehead with Anubis’ emblem to show her loyalty, but still wears a bandana to protect the wound from infection and sand.
Personality: Neferit is always doing something productive, and makes sure that anyone within ten feet of her is doing so as well. She comes off as a very stone-cold woman who rarely smiles; people aren’t necessarily intimidated by her, however, because of her youthful appearance.
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Played by: Katsumi_Hakubi
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:28 am
Character name: Soren
Race: Valkyrie
Personality: Very serious and dedicated to her position as a Sky Warrior. She’s seldom distracted and acts precisely as the situation calls for it. When forced to land on Earth, she acts very kindly to her followers, giving blessings even though she has no real divine powers. Soren is somewhat social, but never addresses anyone she has become acquainted with as ‘friends’, only comrades. She is extremely battle-obsessed, but also quite philosophical.
Bio: Tired of being forced to escort fallen heroes of earth to Valhalla - - which she never had the heart to tell them was just a figment of imagination, despite her existence - - Soren took up her lance to fight for her loyal worshippers so as to clear up this misunderstanding. Death was death no matter who or what you were; it was in life where you were different and could experience either Heaven or Hell depending on how one lived. Wanting to reciprocate the loyalty and love her mortals had shown her, she fights for them to live a war-free environment and consistent abundance of a thriving community by giving clear skies and healthy rainfall.
Weapon(s) of choice: A holy lance made entirely of melted metal crosses, blessed by the priests and priestesses of her mortals; a Katzbalger blade made of the same material; gold and silver armor made of dragon scales; and the wings on her hips/thighs have a few false feathers which can puncture at least halfway through any other Dragon armor
Special abilities: Raining Heaven- Using her lance, she summons golden light to rain upon her enemies in a violent torrent. The attack lasts a few seconds, and is fixated to one location per use; RIP Halo- With her index and middle finger held together, she spins in a circle, drawing out a halo of that same golden light. She can manipulate it so long as those two fingers remain pressed, and sling it out like a halo frisbee of death
Who you fight for: Hama-on- A small community reigned by Helena
Win/Lose Ratio: Soren does her best to earn at least tiny victories every day. Her defeats are a shameful amount in her opinion, and in reality, she isn’t exaggerating it too badly. However, every one of those small victories add up and surpass her losing ratio
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Played by: Katsumi_Hakubi- - - - Character name: Raptorias Richking [ Goes by Rictor ] / Kanon Manwamahtariel
Race: Dragon / Elf
Personality: Despite his appearance, Rictor is what most other Dragons call "soft-boiled". He has an undying affection for creatures of a tiny caliber ranging from butterflies to rabbits - - kittens to stags. He identifies Life with how precious it is, and nothing is more precious than a tiny, TINY fuzzy creature. Rictor is possibly the only vegetarian Dragon in existence, as a matter of fact. His voice has a perpetual low echo when he speaks, so he does his best to never raise his voice. It frightens his forest friends. The only kinds of Humans he cares for are also children, and occasionally when one gets lost in his side of the woods, he plays with them until both decide it's better to return home before their family grows worried sick. When it comes to interacting amongst other creatures of Lore, he falters slightly and comes off as awkward, or trying too hard. He's extremely polite, using full names and titles.
Fighting is an option he only agrees to partake in when his beloved beings of teeny proportions are at stake. That may be at the only moment Rictor can be considered "vicious". / Kanon is headstrong and rowdy. Probably the perfect example of a tomboy. She doesn't like getting pushed around or told what to do, by anyone. Anyone who knows her well enough is wise enough to not bother arguing with the likes of her. She's always wanted to engage in a real-life fight, not just some round of sparring with her fellow Elves in her simple forest home. Like all young girls, however, she is also very insecure if you know what to mention around her. Though her usual reaction to getting prodded at is a punch to the nose, which will more often than not end up broken. She also has a bit of a vulgar mouth for her age.
Bio: Rictor was too young to remember what clan he came of, but what he did manage to recall was that he was cast out in a most uncalled for violent manner due to his gentle ways. Rather than grow up seeking revenge, he decided to purposely remain orphaned and took care of himself in the woods of Olxin. There, the forest animals gradually became less and less fearful of him; birds taught him the mechanics of flight, predators taught him the principles of using ones fangs and claws, bucks taught him the pride of using ones horns, and rodents taught him the stealth of camouflage.
When the Elves began to take notice of the gentle giant, they attempted to recruit him under Olxin to fight for their skies, but he politely declined and offered to watch over the villages in the immediate vicinity instead. He has been a guardian ever since for the magical creatures, who had discovered his elements and taught him the uses of his strangely colored fire. / While the girls learned how to sew, cook, clean, and pick berries... Kanon forced her father and brother to teach her how to fight. Hand-to-hand, archery, and larger-scaled swords. It was only a matter of time until she was skilled enough to beat the both of them and had to seek out other men to spar with to get better. It came in handy whenever Humans or larger Lore creatures would come into her tribe, demanding either material supplies or recruits for their armies. She would scare them off whenever her mother wasn't able to hold her back. That's where her hatred for war grew and grew, and why she wanted so badly to get out of the forest to do something about it. She knew it was impossible to end all war, but she at least wanted to make it known that she wanted her people to be left out of the loop. They were one of the few grounded Lore creatures, and were normally treated as sub-Human creatures. Something below Mortal standards.
Weapon(s) of choice: Un-retractable claws- Magnified several thousand times show their curved edges are actually serrated
Fangs- Nothing to show for in size, but the sheer number makes up for it. Rictor has four rows of finely tipped fangs, each slightly poisonous due to his diet
Spiked/Barbed tail- Much like a barbed whip used on slaves back in the day, but in a much greater size. His long, slender snake-like body makes for a fatal crack if he can gather enough momentum
Blue Fire- The third or second hottest of all Dragon Fire. He's practiced it enough to know how to breathe it for long periods of time, hurl decently sized fireballs, and impressively enough, create a towering wall of fire in one huff /
Water/Dark Magic- Like most Elves, Kanon learned to master an element. But due to 'special' circumstances, she was able to get mastery over two. She learned quickly for her young age, VERY quickly, and tends to show off if victory was within reach
Claymore Swords- She could probably use any other kind of sword, but she enjoys looking intimidating with her youthful appearance while wielding a sword nearly 1/3 longer than her whole arm
Bow&Arrows- Not only is she skillful for her age, she is probably also too smart for her age as well. The bow and arrows she had hand-crafted herself are collapsible and easy to conceal and carry around. Some tourists from Lunoir paid her tribe a visit, and she managed to steal some blueprints which she altered and tinkered with to give her bowstring the power it needed to have the force of a modern rifle. Even the arrows are each tipped with a special kind of gunpowder she learned to make which explode on impact
Special abilities: Dance of the Flames- This only applies to his fireballs. If he has no set target in mind, he can spout a line of up to five fireballs upon the dirt and manipulate them into separate beings. What form they take are to his choosing, as are the creatures he sicks them on, but in what manner/fashion is up to the flames themselves.
Seismic Screech- He's rarely raised his voice, but when he has to, the natural echo in his voice is exponentially increased when he makes his battle cry. If it were possible to shoot a sonic boom out of a high-powered rifle, this would be it. If Rictor uses his roar too close to the ground, there tends to be a deep ditch along the path of where his voice carries. It has the potential to split and shift the seismic plates of the earth, inducing horrible earthquakes. But only if he so chooses to one day scream into the lowest point of a canyon. /
Whirlpool- Using both her elements at once, she can create a large whirlpool stretching a good mile in circumference to suck in large armies and spit them out in violent spurts. It discombobulates and gives vertigo more often than kills, since the speed of the whirlpool is too fast to really drown anyone
Dark Sonnet- A very personal trick of hers, dedicated to the person who taught her the dark arts. Using the melody they both composed, she hums the tune and puts the enemy to sleep and activates violent, realistic nightmares to ensue within the victim(s). They are livid enough to start tearing themselves apart, in both the dream-state and their unconscious body
Who you fight for: Generally, anything he labels "small, fuzzy, and adorable". Although if worse comes to worst, Olxin's flag is what he is loyal to / She's more loyal to her own kind than anything else
Win/Lose Ratio: He's never had to fight in the sky before, so it's pretty non-existent. On the ground, however, he hasn't been brutally beaten since his clan tossed him out / She'll beat the pants off any of her fellow Elves, young and old... But she's never been in a REAL fight just yet
Appearance: Rictor
Kanon
Played by: Katsumi_Hakubi
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:31 am
Name: Kurumu Kuroro
Age: 12/600 even
Gender: Female
Species: Human.. kind of
Bio: Kurumu was that one in a million mutation in the human gene pool. She was born normal enough, and lived her life to its fullest. Then she died. At least, that's what she thought she did. Oddly enough, her body never seemed to age passed what appeared to be her mid-twenties. When all her family and friends died, she kept on living. It seemed too unfair, and she pondered over what it was that made her stay the way she did. At first, she thought she might have been bitten by a Vampire in her sleep, but she enjoyed the sunshine immensely. So, with that theory thrown out the window, she could only conclude that she was bewitched somehow. Perhaps some Demon's soul collided with hers when she was being birthed, and infused her with their long lifespan. Whatever the case was, she tried to make herself as normal as things went.
To make things easier on her part - though there really was no reason as to why she thought of it - she found a way to 'compress' her age and body. She often presents herself as her image when she was but a twelve-year-old. Kurumu seldom shifts back to her true body, considering it made her remember all those who had died before her, when she was supposed to go along with them.
Personality: As a child, she is a true brat. She screams, yells, and stomps around throwing tantrums to get her way. Being bossy comes naturally, since in the back of her mind, she is far too old with far too much experience to be told what to do, or how to do it.
With her six centuries of life, she has also grown quite bored of the 'date scene' since it's been all the same to her. It never did kill to tease or have a quick go at a decent lad, however. That tends to be the only time she really goes back to her full figured body.
Weapons/Powers: She can go back and forth between her fake and true age at will - though the transformation of it is rather.. risqué; although human, she's had enough time to perfect her sensitivity to sensing spiritual beings and sources - she can basically see ghosts like she would a normal person; in her child state, she can fight astonishingly well in hand-to-hand combat; she wields a single blade - a hybrid of a b*****d and long sword. When a child, she lugs it around as if it's too heavy for her, but swings it about like it were made of feather. When in her full adult form, she can easily hold it in a single hand and fence like a pro, even though it's the incorrect style for such a weapon.
Other: She enjoys mismatched things and has a weakness for snakes. Not that she fears them, rather, she adores them to an unhealthy degree.
Her choice of clothing to wear as an adult is always one going back to medieval times. She holds the memory of how her father was a knight very dear, and dresses as one in his honor.
Appearance:
Little Kurumu -
Big Kurumu -
Played by: Katsumi_Hakubi
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:36 am
Name: Sephiria Lilium
Age: 18
Species: Vampire/Neko
Region: Itia
Bio: Sephiria was actually born in Gaiden, regardless of her parent's mixed races; her family was well accepted. However, it wasn't until she turned six that things began to change.
Sephiria's once blue eyes had turned a leering yellow, and disturbed not only her parents, but the rest of society. Being shut out caused her to be soft spoken.
Her mother and father sent her over to Itia when she was eleven to live with a friend of the family, where anything considered unusual in Gaiden was considered normal there. She still never came out of her shell, since social contact in Itia was about as common an occurrence as a drought. Everyone kept to themselves, so she continued her silent life style.
Sephiria was rather bright in her studies, and was always enthusiastic when it came to anything gothic. She assumed she had inherited this from her mother being a vampire and all, but one day it dawned on her: she radiated something evil. Something far worse than the looming presence of a hungry vampire, or a furious neko.
Memories began to flood her mind as she continued to grow, memories that were not hers, but ones she felt strongly connected to.
Now eighteen, she has decided to set out on her own to find anything that can help her, for the nostalgia she feels when the images and movies play through her mind also cause a stabbing sensation to tear through her heart, as if something is in rabid attempts to consume her.
Personality: Sephiria is shy beyond reason. Even the slightest glance her way causes her face to erupt in a nervous sweat and flustered blush. She can't handle much contact, for she never really grew up having any. She has a slight paranoia of surprises, and holding a conversation past "I'm fine, how are you?" is actually a goal.
When it comes to the suppressed and lingering sensations she feels once her memories are triggered, she practically falls into a hysterical fit, shouting at the top of her lungs for those around her to get as far away as possible.
Weapons/Powers: It may not look or seem like it in the least bit, but Sephiria is truthfully a very skilled gunwoman. Her arsenal consists of a pair of Colt Mustangs strapped to her upper thighs, a Glock within an inner pocket of her jacket, and a Desert Eagle on her waist.
She is naturally as agile and flexible as any full blooded neko would be, and can hover for a certain amount of time due to her vampiric heritage. Sephiria's night vision is unrivaled: she can see things as clear as a high-noon day even during the blackest nights.
During the waking hours, she dawns her neko ears and tail, since her vampire side cannot stand the sunlight, and once it sets, she can switch to a simple pair of slender bat wings extending out her shoulder-blades for limited flight distance.
Other: Her hair, ears, and tail are all white, so, having grown up in Itia, she gained the title of "The Drifting Snowflake" for her silence and nightly flights. Sephiria's nick name is Sephy, though not many know this. Sephiria is actually direct descendent of Fiona Ellise Lilium, which is why her eyes were once blue, and now turned yellow. She is also the next chosen God of Evil, but she has yet to fully discover this.
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Played by: Katsumi_Hakubi- - - - Name: Minazuki Claré
Age: 15
Species: Fallen
Region: Chaff
Bio: Minazuki is a very limited race known as The Fallen. They have no family whatsoever; they are not born: they are corrupted angels that have been cast out from Heaven. (Unlike semi and true angels, who are allowed to live on Earth)
She used to be one of the most innocent of angels, until her eyes altered to a demonic yellow. Minazuki had heard the stories of the past where eyes as foreboding as her own were usually the sign that one was of Chaos' gracing touch. It went to her head. Within mere hours, she shifted her entire personality to that of a sadistic child, accepting her Fate as a possible candidate to be a Chaotic God. She was thrown out of Heaven posthaste, and began her journey to uncover the rest of her dark secrets in the deserts of Chaff.
Already, she has made a name for herself as one of the most fiendish Fallens to have descended. Chaos is drawn to her presence, but she has yet to build a suitable tolerance to its effects as she attempts to use it.
Personality: Minazuki isn't at all regretful, or depressed; Minazuki is simply malicious, and does horrendous deeds with a crooked, and crazed smile. However, she still pertains the naiveté of a young girl; she often believes anything told to her, so long as it is in encouragement that she is the next God of Chaos. Anything said to help realize her true form sooner, she won't hesitate to execute -- be it a mass murder or self offering.
Her ego is as large as her goal; Minazuki is incredibly self-absorbed and bossy. If she doesn't get her way the first time, she'll make sure to literally rip apart anything standing in her path the second time. Though there is rarely a second time.
Weapons/Powers: The only time her wings are retracted into her back is when she sits, otherwise they're always folded or fully extended. Minazuki is capable of amazing speeds when she flies, and each individual feather is a small vessel of concentrated Chaos. Once plucked and thrown, they cut through the air as if they were shurikens, and when they make contact, they shoot up the victim with Chaos directly into the bloodstream and soul.
Minazuki also has a giant, steel cross that follows her around on its own; it is her main weapon of choice. It launches large chains from all tips with harpoon-like arrowheads on every end. The moment you're skewered, it swiftly pulls you back in, crushing and mutilating your body as it forces it to fit through the small openings on its tips.
Though she seldom uses it, Minazuki also has witchcraft under her control. Her speciality is possession and implanting magical bombs within a person's body.
Other: As convinced as she is that she is the next true God of Chaos, Minazuki is merely a fake. At her death which brought about her transition to become an angel, her soul was tainted by Chaos. It was an overwhelming amount for a freshly deceased child's soul, so its after effect was the easily swayed psychotic Fallen that exists now. Her powers are too great for her own well being, but she is more than determined to embrace them and become a God. She has a shocking resemblance to the true God of Chaos, however, matching Sephiria's long, white hair, facial structure, and pale skin. Their eyes are different tints of yellow though. Where Sephiria's hue reflects lemons, Minazuki's reflects marigolds.
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Played by: Katsumi_Hakubi- - - Name: Fiona Ellise Lilium
Age: N/A [ Technically dead ]
Species: Resurrected Heroine of Time
Region: Oh-Shiana
Bio: What walks around to this day is not what or who Fiona used to be. Not exactly, anyway.
Her body is a carefully reconstructed replication to what was written down in the history books and painted back in her reigning era. Before the Apocalypse happened, scientists and religious types -- for the first time -- agreed to combine efforts into resurrecting the most prestigious, valiant figures of justice back to life in order to attempt to save the earth from its impending doom. They called it Project Timelapse.
Fiona was one of the many selected figures for this project. It was the first large-scale experiment where the elements of Chaos and Tranquility were used together for a 'greater good'. With the combined factions, it was possible to pry vast majorities of each individual's souls and attach them to their new vessels.
Considering Fiona was actually of Chaos, she broke free of the rest of the heroes brought back to save the planet. She found needs of her own that she still wanted fulfilled due to her prior death, including the lingering and empty feeling she had missed out on with her Guardian.
Vengeance plagued her new vessel; she wanted the blood of the man who first sparked her Chaotic Awakening: Malakai.
As the planet went to Hell with the Apocalypse, she remained as her form had been shapened. Never aging, but always wandering. She witnessed several of the Goddesses who were reborn down the line as the earth rebuilt itself, but all ended the same. Her hope had been lost slowly, and painfully.
Personality: Fiona retains many of characteristics as to when she was of human flesh and blood. She is often haughty, headstrong, and sarcastic. Due to her millenia 's worth of knowledge -- as well as personal experience -- she takes it upon herself as almost an encyclopedia of Chaos and Tranquility.
She gets straight to the point, and never thinks twice about saying something that's often considered rude or bitchy.
Fiona wants so badly to believe that there is a possibility of hope, of revenge.. but as the years continued to pass by, she has grown quite a shell of pessimism.
Weapons/Powers: Her legendary longswords were lost to time. One shattered in her final battle, the other -- The Hero's Bane -- the location is often unknown or changing. All that remains is a replica of her broken longsword, which she tries to conceal for the most part.
Fiona has also acquired adequate mastery of both Tranquility and Chaos.
For the most part, however, she tries to steer clear from Chaos; she refuses to repeat her mistakes in her original life. She is still able to do most of her previous abilities as a Chaotic being, in Tranquil form, including a control over the winds.
Other: Because her body is a false one, she often has to resupply it with an intake of Tranquility to hold it together. Her vessel is long expired its due time, and originally Chaos was supposed to be her only source of life, but she didn't want to die once again with nothing resolved after her second chance was shoved her way. She smokes special cigarettes filled with orbs of Tranquil mana, and quite often as well. She often chain smokes after exerting too much of either element, too.
Fiona has also, for some odd reason, taken an immense liking to dressing up like a schoolgirl.
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Played by: Katsumi_Hakubi
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:43 am
[ THE ORIGINAL SIN ] Katsumi  Katsumi was the first Chaotic God back during the Neko-Human Wars.
She was chosen due to the fact of her dying species and genetic makeup of her parents.
Washu: A brilliant, scientific mind among the Neko society, and Keiichi: An ace hacker and thief.
While the two were captured in a concentration camp, Washu had already been several months pregnant. Chaos had begun to weave out her daughter's fate though. It had sent a Puppet Master: A demon by the name of Isshin.
He bewitched and hypnotized her into his clutches. His mission was to infect the unborn child with the seeds of evil, and he had succeeded in doing so.
He came to abuse his hold over her though, which led to the eventual discovery by Keiichi.
Keiichi managed to drive Isshin off, and stayed with Washu regardless of the betrayal.
The war was drawing to a close by then, and the two escaped to a village of survivors.
Once Katsumi was born, however, Keiichi realized just what his daughter was.
Her eyes were purely demonic, and she had two tails. This was normally an indicator that she was a Neko Mata: a feral-cat demon. But from the battle with Isshin, he knew better. She had been chosen for something very very grave.
He left before Katsumi could even open her eyes.
He left her a gift though: a golden collar and bell meant to suppress any evil urges, and also provide a divine intervention when called upon.
Keiichi died in attempts to seek out Isshin to destroy him in hopes to lift the curse from his daughter.
Katsumi grew up bullied and beaten daily for her demonic appearance.
With her mother's gentle raising, however, she refused to fight back, for she knew that although she was capable, she didn't want to cause any harm unto anyone else, or prove their insults and accusations correct.
Isshin returned one day to take Katsumi away. She had eventually 'come of age'. Washu attempted to protect and hide her daughter, but it fell in vain. She was slaughtered after putting up a fight, and Katsumi was taken under Chaos' wing.
She was filled with an atrocious lust for blood and murder, which lead to her eventual transformation into a full feral beast: A large panther-like creature with fangs as long as a human arm, and a wingspan large enough to overshadow a village.
Katsumi was still able to hold onto bits of her upbringing though, so she felt guilt for her slaughters once she reverted back to her anthro-form.
When it built up enough, she snapped and escaped Isshin's clutches.
He relentlessly chased after her, but was never able to recapture her again.
This self-freeing act triggered a change in her body: her two tails twisted into one. It was a sign.
She made friends with a Guardian and her Tranquil 'sister' some years down the road.
All were oblivious to what they truly were.
She received the collar and bell her father had left her once their paths crossed.
It revealed to her the truth of who each of the trio were, and that was the trigger to the supposed final duel between Chaos and Tranquility.
Katsumi died from the overwhelming amount of Chaos unleashed from her body. It literally consumed her entirety. All that remained was the petrified oak tree that her form was turned into due to the last effort of the Guardian, and the collar which hung from one of the branches.- - - Name: Isshin
Age: 3200+
Species: Daemon
Region: N/A
Bio: Isshin was once at the top of Chaos' game, until he fell victim to his own work.
He was severely injured during the final battle between the first two original Gods of Chaos and Tranquility, and hadn't been seen very much since.
Rumor had it that he remained in the horrendous state that Katsumi had left him in eons ago: that of a semi-petrified tree with sickly, slimy tentacles expelling from his eye sockets, trying to dig into his brain.
If you happen to chance by him, however, it becomes evident that it is not true. At least to the naked eye. Being a still very powerful Puppet Master, Isshin was capable of recovering from those fatal wounds and form, and refreshed his body every century.
He has been in waiting for the next God of Chaos that will tempt his desires once more. That, in his mindset, is the next worthy being qualified to drag all into the darkness and Hell known as Chaos.
Personality: Isshin is an eerie sort of calm. The air immediately thickens when his presence is brought about, and his face is in either a constant scowl or placid stare.
His words leave a bitter taste in everyone else's mouths, and his tone is heavily laced with spite and regret.
He is honestly more of a lonely looking soul than a malevolent one.
Weapons/Powers: The obvious skill of being able to manipulate Chaos to a high degree. His tolerance for its effects are also much higher than many other Puppet Masters had ever been.
He has an ability known as Blood Threads, which is when he uses either his own, or another's blood to weave out a web of deadly, scarlet wires. Anything coming into contact with these threads instantly gets severed; constriction is not part of the deal. You either dodge, or die.
Isshin can also teleport using shadows, and dark mist. Occasionally, he will use this technique to create after images, or clones to confuse his victims.
Other: Isshin's natural eye color used to be green, and when he inherited his high ranking as a Puppet Master, they turned yellow upon his use of Chaos. Now, however, after the damage done by Katsumi, one is in the constant state of Chaos use (meaning it's always yellow). He must drain as much Chaos as possible as he travels, just because of that one eye.
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Played by: Katsumi_Hakubi
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