Post by defect on Feb 15, 2006 0:42:31 GMT -5
- Character Info -
[/u]Name:
Defect SilverString.
Nicknames:
Insanity.
Name meaning:
An imperfection.
Ranking:
Missing-nin.
Age:
24.
Gender:
Female.
Love Life:
None.
Eye Color:
Smooth chocolate brown with a dot of black in the corner of each eye.
Appearance :
She wears a smooth, gray silk kimono stitched with black thread with a fog design of light and dark grays with blurred bamboo patches on her right sleeve, left shoulder, and bottom of her kimono as a darker shade of gray pants are barely seen under the rim of her kimono. A small obi circles her upper waste with the colors of gray, with black leaves fluttering hear and there, though it barely resembles an obi for it is so small, and only circles her waist a few times with wooden sandals held to her feet with black woven threads over the top of her feet, and between two of her toes.
She has smooth, chocolate brown eyes with a small dot of black in the bottom left corner of each eye. Deep brown hair with the occasional threads of black, dark brown, and her hair a darker brown than her ends as it lightens to a dark golden brown near the end of her hair. Though her hair itself ends right above her elbows with strands of hair crossing over her face. Her skin tanned, and a small, flat island nose, her hands are strong, with almost perfect nails, though scarred, bare skin on the top of her wrists, and across the top of her hands from what seems to be tiny blades alined perfectly next to each other in twos, singles, or even three's.
Though the one thing that most sticks out about her is that she wears a grey silk cloth over her eyes.
Quote:
"..."
Personallity:
She is has a split personality, while others just call it double faced. If you where to study her actions for months at a time, you would notice that one weak should would be happy, and cheerful while the next few days after that she'd be moody, and unforgiving for no particular reason at all, than go back to her cheerful self for another few days, than switch to a quiet stage for a long time, and so on and so forth. But other than that, she is rather strong about holding grudges, though is easily pushed over when it comes to forgiveness.
History:
Defect was not born into wealth, provety, nobility, or slavery. She was born into a village that's all. Or at least, that's what others would see if they so happened to stumble upon them. Where she was born was on a thin, long island far to the east surrounded by raging tides, giant walls of stone and coral, with sea storms and tsunamis raging around them. Though that doesn't matter for no one could ever reach the island without meeting death. Any ways, her village was in debt to a larger, and more powerful village high in the mountain range on top of the largest mountain, though with no snow. Her village had borrowed more than half of their capable ninja to fight a long ragging for against the demons that constantly threatened them, for her village was nestled into the valley right below the mountain village. And as the centuries went by, there was no hope in ever seeing the end of the war. Generation and generation, her village borrowed more and more ninja from the mountain village above them, not ever realizing that the mountain village was keeping track of every ninja her village took.
Than, one day a lone warrior had somehow drifted onto the shores of the beach one day, deserted and close to death. The villagers hesitantly brought the soldier back to her village and healed him. Though before her village knew it, the soldier had won the favor of their leader and had driven the demons from their borders. After realizing what the soldier had done, her village had killed the soldier, and where now facing the debts of the mountain village. Three days later, Defect was born. Now, to pay back their debts, over time, the mountain village took away her people till there was no one left. She as a baby had only escaped before her mother had ran away from the village when another raid had came. Taking her three of her brothers, her father, and her grandfather. Defects mother hiding within the woods outside of the valley, she soon died three months later from a demon who was the partner of a mountain village ninja. Being taken along with others of the last raid on her village, she was carried in her brothers arms sleeping all the way to the mountain village. Being only a baby, she was stolen away from her brothers dead arms as first the elders and adults where slaughtered, and than the teenagers where either used for slaves, or where killed if they rebelled. Her brother had rebelled, and she was taken by a mountain ninja to be placed with the other children who where going to be used for something else.
Three days later, the children where marched to the demon temple. Later that night, all the children where dead for the demons came to feast upon the offerings of the mountain village. How did Defect survive? Well, the mountain ninja who gave her to a child to be taken care of was her brothers best friend Rou. And as the children around him where being eaten alive by the demons that where approaching, he ran to the middle of the temple where the other children where huddled, and placed dear Defect in a crack next to the alter and buried her under the beheaded corpse of his playmates. Curling the bodies around her so that she was not trampled, or crushed under the weight. He leaned over to kiss dear Defect on the forehand for good luck, but before he could, his spine was ripped open from behind, and he was eaten before he could realize it.
With the blood growing low, and the air reeking of meat and death, the demons began to trickle away from the temple before a foolish young boy ran screaming into the temple. Terrified of its contents as the boy ran toward the alter, his dreadful screams echoed throughout he temple as the demons turned toward the boy to strike. Though before the demons could eat the little child, the a mountain village ninja fought off the demons from the child. Before leaving, the ninja heard the awakening cries of dear Defect, and decided to take the baby along since the boy had fallen next to her.
The boy had been the son of the village leader, the ninja was the guard of the village leaders wife. With Defect in hand, the ninja had handed her over to his mistress. After much discussion, the village leaders wife adopted dead Defect to be raised and repay the debts of disturbing the demon temple during a ritual, and defending the village at all cost's with her life. Even though it was her foolish step brothers fault for barging in on a ritual that was done in secret. As the years went on, she blossomed into an anbu, but with this giant step, she was trusted with the most deepest and darkest secrets of the mountain village. Soon, she was trusted with officially being apart of her adopted family. This ritual was to be done in the Demon temple, but after that, horrible thing happened, and she ran away from her village at age eighteen. There, she lifted off from the island on a bamboo rift into the ocean, and was pushed off of the island with ease to meet her death, to only find out there was more to the world than her birth island.
Other:
Can't believe I forgot this, omgosh.. oh well, I'll tell it now. Before she ran away, she was cursed with the sight of demons. It was a trait passed through her adopted families line, to her. It lets her see demons, and demons only. Otherwise, its blackness with silver blotches to resemble strong life auras. If she strains her eyes, they will often bleed her demonic blood that was injected into her blood stream during the ritual. She doesn't have any mutations form the demonic blood since its impossible to mix them, unless your from the womb, so it does have to come out sometimes when the blood cells multiply. Lol, great, now I'm getting all scientific.
Role-Play Sample:
[ Its based of an angle beings casted down from heaven. She was a rain child, and her job was to bring the souls of the dead and lead them to heaven, and its rather wobbly because its a roleplay sample too.]
Mylora slipped through the sliver of stone as cold, dank air raked down her throat. Tears stung her eyes as she felt herself fall in and out of consciousness. “No…”, She gasped in air as she gripped her heart, damp grass soaking into her white dress while the air seeped into her skin and chilled her veins.
”You can’t do this to me!”, Mylora screamed at the top of her lungs. An invisible, untouchable dagger seemed to drive through her heart. Uncontrollable fear and anger gripping her mind, yet she couldn’t figure out why. ”Nooooo!”, Mylora screeched into the dead air, her lungs burning as a thousand needles drove into it. Stopping her rebellion imidietly, body going limp before she fell to her knees.
She rolled over and cried into the dirt. Her fingers tearing at the earth as the pain seared left her quietly. A roll of thunder could be heard echoing through the sky far off. ”You.. can’t..”, Mylora whispered into the earth.
No more Heaven. No more Clouds. No more- anything she every cared about. No one even knew her. Everything is gone. No wait, everything was already gone. Every pure d**n thing she ever did was stripped from her bloody soul to be slapped in the face and told: you where never a creation of mine. A drop of water streaked down the side of her check.
It was going to rain.
Opening her sore, red eyes, she looked around the graveyard slowly. The grey, cracked head stones mocking her pathetic-ness. Faces of cupid and angels flashing their pureness upon her, hatred engraved into their stares while satisfaction lined their smiles. They where Earth bound while she was dancing with the stars, and now she was just like them. Stone was separating them from the flesh. That was their boundary. While hers was darkness among the pure. Nothing had separated them. Not until her once lord brought the limitations of mortality between them. Drops of rain started to trickle down onto her, standing up slowly, her foot slipped in the damp dirt before steadying herself upon rough, uneven stone. Her palm and fingers seared with fire as she the stained marble melted and spat at her touch before leaping back from the stone tomb she had first emerged from. The gateway to Heaven.
Eyes boring into the tombs darkness with fury and pure malice. Teeth clenched, fingernails digging into her skin as revenge and insanity teetered on the fall of action before the stone door slammed shut with a silence-piercing crack. The rain started to pour down onto her.
Mylora stumbled backwards. Blood trickling down her palms to the tips of her fingers. Bronze chains clicking around her before stumbling back into something cold. Looking upwards, the rains water stung her eyes, though she kept staring up at another face above her. What was she doing….
”You where my only friend…”, Mylora whispered in an almost pleading voice. Climbing into the statues arms, she stroked the smooth face, and pressed hard against the statues chest to hear a heart beat, though no sound welcomed her hungry ears. No warmth came from the touch of her lover, and no love of protection came from the long stare at his scythe before wrapping her wings around her and shutting off the world. Buried in the darkness.
Mylora feel asleep in the grim reapers arms that first night. He probably didn’t know her anymore. Cold, empty, and greatly disliking the rain that steadily poured onto her. It had never stopped raining till the next mornings rise. Her heart was broken, her memories shattered, and tears of shame streaking down her cheeks. What did she become…
+Now, if you don’t get what had just happened, lets just say it was something an angel would never do. They would never do. But that didn’t matter anymore for she wasn’t considered an angel anymore. She had just committed an act of selfish rage, already trespassed upon holy ground, and posed as an angel of the high lord. They believed she had been a demon. No, was a demon. A bloodthirsty demon that tried to taint the hearts of holy angels. Of course, she was immediately thrown from the gate of Heaven. No questions ask for none where needed. And now, Hell was questioning who she was, and Heaven officially denied her entrance. Earth would only host her for so long… As long as Earth wants her there.+
By the way, she doesn’t like the rain anymore.
Codeword:
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