Post by hitomi on Sept 1, 2011 6:27:47 GMT -5
hitomi
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“Gone with the wind”
NAME,[/color] Hitomi, meaning "beautiful virtue." I originated as a canine and thus have no middle or last name, only the name given to me by my late master.
APPARENT AGE,[/color] I suppose I seem 17 years of age to many.
REAL AGE,[/color] Over 500 years of age. Forgive me if I do not recall the exact number.
GENDER,[/color] I believe myself to be female.
SEXUALITY,[/color] I...am not actually sure. Heterosexual, maybe?
RACE,[/color] I was—and technically still am—a hainu, a winged dog.
SIDE,[/color] I prefer my fellow "demons" over the humans, naturally.[/center]
HAIR,
EYES,[/color] A vibrant green, and "adorably large," in some people's opinion.
HEIGHT,[/color] 4 feet, 12 centimeters. Admittedly, quite small for my apparent age.
BUILD,[/color] I am often described as small and lean. I typically agree, as I seem to be built for speed and agility as my canine form is. Also, many have said that I am "flat-chested," though I am not certain what that means exactly. I mean, how exactly is my chest supposed to be?
DISTINGUISHED BY,[/color] I often wear a bow or a similar accessory around my neck, because—and this is slightly embarrassing to let others know—it reminds me of the feel of a collar around my neck, which I miss sometimes.
PREFERRED PLAYBY,[/color] People have said that I look like Elizabeth from the anime Kuroshitsuji. I am not quite sure what this means, either.[/center][/color]
PERSONALITY,
GOALS,[/color] Protect my fellow demons, watch over the sometimes foolish humans, please everyone when possible (yes, I do realize this is quite canine-like), guard the skies that have become my domain (yes, I was a guard dog in my previous canine life, hence my protective traits).
FEARS,[/color] I fear that danger will befall Niwa and all those I have come to love. That is why I watch over the area I protect so diligently, rarely taking the time to rest. I also worry when everything is silent, and the ever so subtle breezes that constantly drift past cease their movement altogether. And I often hear about these things that are called "superstitions" that I worry about sometimes.
LIKES,[/color] Flying—Oh, yes, I do quite like flying. The sensation of staying so happily aloft in the air brings much joy to my heart. Quiet noise—I like when there is sound and lively noise; it makes me feel more at home, and reminds me of the constant sound of the wind that typically keeps me company. Not too much noise, though. Too loud, and it hurts my delicate ears. Food—I will admit, I do like to eat. If a person were to feed me some delicious food, I would likely befriend them almost instantly, to be perfectly honest with you. Music—Music, particularly calming music, is the one thing that can quiet my anger when it has been aroused. There is something about it that is soothing to me, I am not exactly sure what.
DISLIKES,[/color] Being grounded—I will not like it much if I am forced to keep my two (or four, if in canine form) feet on the ground. I would much rather be up in the air than trapped on the ground. Loud noises—As mentioned before, any kind of loud sound would hurt my sensitive canine ears. Please, I would rather you not turn those things you call stereos up to full volume in my presence. Water—Yet another of my canine quirks. I just do not like getting wet, particularly since I cannot swim very well. Rain or something similar is fine, just please do not expect me to go swimming anytime soon. Silence—While I do not like loud noise, I also dislike complete silence. The stillness of silence unsettles me.[/left][/color]
TITLE,
POWERS,[/color] Goddess of Air—It would only make sense that I can control the wind itself. I can generate a gentle breeze and a powerful galestorm alike. I am more likely to simply perpetuate a soft wind throughout the area, unless I am made angry; then I would likely create more violent gusts of wind. Flight—I can glide along subtle currents of wind with ease, in both human and canine forms. But in human form, without wings, my ability to fly is limited, allowing me to only soar so high and glide so long. Climate Control—I can manipulate the temperature of the air to a certain extent, warming or cooling it as I please. But I cannot produce extreme temperatures, hot or cold, so I could not use this in battle to freeze or burn my enemies. [/center]
Almost everyone I know as a friend know that I was once a dog, or at least suspect it. ,COMMON KNOWLEDGE
I long for my dearly departed master, even though centuries have passed since he left this world. When I encounter someone like him, I become somewhat emotional and desperately wish to befriend them. ,SECRETS[/color]
Even though I have held a human form for years now, I still have many canine tendencies. For example, I sometimes forget that I have the capability of speech, and will attempt to communicate with barks, growls, and whines—which usually ends with great embarrassment for me. And I still have the desire to chase after anything that moves... ,HABITS[/color]
No one can surpass me when it comes to speed and agility, for one. And my keen senses often detect the presence of anyone that approaches, even if they are attempting to sneak past. ,STRENGTHS[/color]
Sounds that are extremely loud will stun me for a brief period of time. And I tend to fall so easily for mind tricks and the like, which I hate, but cannot avoid. ,WEAKNESSES[/right][/color]
PARENTS,
SIBLINGS,[/color] Again, none I can remember.
RELATIONSHIPS,[/color] The closest I ever had to a romantic relationship is, again, with my master. Other than that, I have never had a relationship like what you are inquiring about.
HISTORY,[/color] As you well know by now, I began my life as an average canine. I lived my happy years as a dog with my master, who treated me well and loved me dearly. After my master passed away because of an illness, I was left heartbroken and homeless. I wandered the streets, heart aching and stomach growling, trying futiley to find a home. But no one was as kind as my master, and ignored me, left me to die alone. And eventually, I did die alone after starving for weeks.
I was then reborn as a spirit in the form of a white dog with grand wings. Confused and still grieving my lost master, I continued to wander aimlessly in this new form. After at least half a century of mournful wandering, I realized my powers and finally took to the skies. At last, I was free of heartbreak as the clouds blanketed me with sweet comfort.
I spent many centuries more soaring freely through the skies, until I happened across Jukyo, where many others like myself resided. I settled down in the city, where I began to explore the extent of my abilities. I discovered many new powers as time went by, and by this time have honed them as well as I possibly can.[/center][/color]
NAME/NICKNAME,
AGE,[/color] 16
EXPERIENCE, [/color] About half a year.
OTHER CHARACTERS,[/color] Miyako Kizuna, Arisu Fukuzawa
RP SAMPLE, [/color]
Ella dashed through and around the trees of the forest, appearing as a white and gold blur to the human eye. A slight smile pulled at her wolf muzzle as another thought relating to humans occurred to her. If a human ever attempted to move at the speed she was running—assuming they could even move anywhere near as fast as she—they would likely end up colliding with a tree almost immediately. Ella's reflexes, like most other shapeshifters, were quicker than those of a human. Even moving at such a high speed, she could see each and every tree as if she were merely strolling through the forest at a casual pace.
She felt her muscles in her long legs stretch and contract as they propelled her forward and fluidly guided her around trees. She felt the wind tugging at her fur, roaring as it raced past her. She felt the breath whooshing in and out of her lungs, briefly reminding her of when the illness that had taken her mother's life nearly took her own life.
But most of all, she felt the absolute freedom of running with wild abandon, with absolutely no cares in the world anymore.
She felt her muscles in her long legs stretch and contract as they propelled her forward and fluidly guided her around trees. She felt the wind tugging at her fur, roaring as it raced past her. She felt the breath whooshing in and out of her lungs, briefly reminding her of when the illness that had taken her mother's life nearly took her own life.
But most of all, she felt the absolute freedom of running with wild abandon, with absolutely no cares in the world anymore.