Saskia Durr
Race: Theia
Lone Theia (affiliated with the Vongola Family)
Aura Code: #2A0A12 (a thick reddish brown)
Aura Scent: A think scent of bitter coffea canephora mixed with the smell of rusty iron
Ability: able to stay up for an abnormally extended period of time without sleep
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Tattoo: Coming soon
DESCRIPTION: If it weren't for her long, gray hair that pours over her shoulders, Saskia would be a beautiful young woman. She was born albino, and thus has a very pale appearance that makes her seem more like a ghost than human. Other than that, her doe-like eyes and slim figure attract a number of men.
PERSONALITY: Saskia is not a pleasant person to converse with. When she's not at "work," she is extremely bitter about almost everything and often glares at others who look at her. During her work hours as a prostitute, she keeps her mouth shut for most of the time as she does not want to offend any customers. She shuts everyone out as she is afraid to become emotionally attached to anyone.
HISTORY: The daughter of a prostitute, Saskia is no better than her mother other than the fact that she's not dead of STDs yet. During her childhood years, Saskia has seen enough men come and go from her mother's apartment that she is fully convinced that men are unreliable creatures. She vowed that one day she'll become the better person that her mother never became, but pressure and her desire to live on has pushed her onto the same old road that her mother had walked upon. She detests herself for this, yet still she compromises in order to live on. May be one day, her hopes would finally come true. Surprisingly, Saskia is a clumsy seductress and hates her job as a prostitute. She loathes the men that come to her, and find it irritating that they often blame her when they leave dissatisfied. If they came for sex, well she damn well gave them what they came for. How is she the one to blame if they find her uncaring and not gentle enough? Saskia is also helplessly addicted to coffee made from Coffea canephora; the bitter taste of the dark liquid gives her satisfaction and relaxation. She cannot survive without it, and if she misses her morning cup she would not be able to function normally. The only thing that Saskia seems to be passionate about is food. In her small crammed apartment, one can find hundreds of cook books, all staked in shelves and boxes around the house. Saskia spends most of her free time studying new recipes and the art of cooking. It is her only redeeming value, in her own eyes; to her nothing is more important than the joy she reaps when cooking.
Race: Theia
Lone Theia (affiliated with the Vongola Family)
Aura Code: #2A0A12 (a thick reddish brown)
Aura Scent: A think scent of bitter coffea canephora mixed with the smell of rusty iron
Ability: able to stay up for an abnormally extended period of time without sleep
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Tattoo: Coming soon
DESCRIPTION: If it weren't for her long, gray hair that pours over her shoulders, Saskia would be a beautiful young woman. She was born albino, and thus has a very pale appearance that makes her seem more like a ghost than human. Other than that, her doe-like eyes and slim figure attract a number of men.
PERSONALITY: Saskia is not a pleasant person to converse with. When she's not at "work," she is extremely bitter about almost everything and often glares at others who look at her. During her work hours as a prostitute, she keeps her mouth shut for most of the time as she does not want to offend any customers. She shuts everyone out as she is afraid to become emotionally attached to anyone.
HISTORY: The daughter of a prostitute, Saskia is no better than her mother other than the fact that she's not dead of STDs yet. During her childhood years, Saskia has seen enough men come and go from her mother's apartment that she is fully convinced that men are unreliable creatures. She vowed that one day she'll become the better person that her mother never became, but pressure and her desire to live on has pushed her onto the same old road that her mother had walked upon. She detests herself for this, yet still she compromises in order to live on. May be one day, her hopes would finally come true. Surprisingly, Saskia is a clumsy seductress and hates her job as a prostitute. She loathes the men that come to her, and find it irritating that they often blame her when they leave dissatisfied. If they came for sex, well she damn well gave them what they came for. How is she the one to blame if they find her uncaring and not gentle enough? Saskia is also helplessly addicted to coffee made from Coffea canephora; the bitter taste of the dark liquid gives her satisfaction and relaxation. She cannot survive without it, and if she misses her morning cup she would not be able to function normally. The only thing that Saskia seems to be passionate about is food. In her small crammed apartment, one can find hundreds of cook books, all staked in shelves and boxes around the house. Saskia spends most of her free time studying new recipes and the art of cooking. It is her only redeeming value, in her own eyes; to her nothing is more important than the joy she reaps when cooking.
Castiel Wolff
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Aura Color Code: #5F9EA0 (cadet blue)
Aura Scent: metal and water
Tattoo Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: able to copy different theia abilities and store and use them as his own (the limit is three, though he can replace them as he likes)
Race: Theia
Description: Castiel's appearance mirrors that of his twin sister Camilla's: like her, he has dark brown hair with mesmerizing green eyes. His slender frame and pretty face gives him a somewhat feminine appearance, earning him the nickname "Beautiful Boy" during his boarding school years.
Personality: His personality differs drastically from Camilla's. Castiel does not like the company of others, and tends to view things from a pessimistic view instead of a positive one. He often gives off an aura that tells others "leave me alone."
History: Castiel loathes being called "Beautiful Boy," though it had been his nickname since his first week of first grade. The people who call him by that have no idea what he is actually capable of underneath his angelic appearance. Isolation and loneliness slowly built him up into the thing he is now: a gloomy, moody boy that can turn into a killer in a matter of split seconds. His emotions dominate his actions, and he allows them to run freely as they like. The killer instant came to him naturally; he never felt remorse or guilty for harming others. He dislikes his sister, as he finds her annoying and bothersome. Only when he is alone does he feel truly calm and peaceful, a state that he yearns for but seldom reaches. In all honesty, deep down he does hope to be like his sister, to be a person who could live and smile freely under the sunlight despite her abilities and powers. But his awkwardness around others and his past crimes bars him from ever reaching that mirage. The light in him was completely snuffed out, and all is left is the numb shell called Castiel Wolff. cold, bitter and alone. Ever since Camilla left him for Cecily and the Hawthrone family, he has bbecame more and more unpredictable and bad tempered. Perhaps somewhere in his dark soul, there is still a corner that cares for his sister.
Kin: Camilla Wolff (sister)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Aura Color Code: #5F9EA0 (cadet blue)
Aura Scent: metal and water
Tattoo Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: able to copy different theia abilities and store and use them as his own (the limit is three, though he can replace them as he likes)
Race: Theia
Description: Castiel's appearance mirrors that of his twin sister Camilla's: like her, he has dark brown hair with mesmerizing green eyes. His slender frame and pretty face gives him a somewhat feminine appearance, earning him the nickname "Beautiful Boy" during his boarding school years.
Personality: His personality differs drastically from Camilla's. Castiel does not like the company of others, and tends to view things from a pessimistic view instead of a positive one. He often gives off an aura that tells others "leave me alone."
History: Castiel loathes being called "Beautiful Boy," though it had been his nickname since his first week of first grade. The people who call him by that have no idea what he is actually capable of underneath his angelic appearance. Isolation and loneliness slowly built him up into the thing he is now: a gloomy, moody boy that can turn into a killer in a matter of split seconds. His emotions dominate his actions, and he allows them to run freely as they like. The killer instant came to him naturally; he never felt remorse or guilty for harming others. He dislikes his sister, as he finds her annoying and bothersome. Only when he is alone does he feel truly calm and peaceful, a state that he yearns for but seldom reaches. In all honesty, deep down he does hope to be like his sister, to be a person who could live and smile freely under the sunlight despite her abilities and powers. But his awkwardness around others and his past crimes bars him from ever reaching that mirage. The light in him was completely snuffed out, and all is left is the numb shell called Castiel Wolff. cold, bitter and alone. Ever since Camilla left him for Cecily and the Hawthrone family, he has bbecame more and more unpredictable and bad tempered. Perhaps somewhere in his dark soul, there is still a corner that cares for his sister.
Kin: Camilla Wolff (sister)
Xi (Lara Pilkvist)
Age: 25
Gender: female
Aura Color Code: Once #FFBF00 (a bright vibrant orange), it has decayed to the point that it looks more like this #F5ECCE (a creamy color with a faint hint of orange)
Aura Scent: Once was freshly washed blankets that had been out in the sun, now it has been degraded to the point that only a thin trace of sunshine can be found
Tatto Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: create and manipulate flesh-devouring flowers
Race: Void
Role: Void
Description: A pale figure with platinum blonde hair and silvery eyes, it's clear that Xi was once beautiful before she became the thing that she is now. A large grotesque flower blooms on the right side of her head, with smaller ones rooting on her left cheek.
Personality: Once a optimistic girl with a sunny personality, Xi, formerly Lara, has turned somewhat psychopathic after the fall of the Pendragon family. Driven insane by her inability to find her younger sister that she once doted after, Xi now asks every one of her victim a question before she allows her flowers to devour them: Have you seen my baby sister?
History: She wasn't like this all the time. Nor did she intend things to be the way they are now. But what has happened has happened, and there would be no way to turn things around. Before turning into Xi, the young woman was known by Lara Pilkvist, a Pendragon family member known for her optimism and enthusiasm. Though her parents died when she was young, and she had to take care of her deaf and mute sister at the age of nine, it didn't stop her from flourishing into a strong independent woman. But then the Hawthrones came along, and it changed everything. The life that she had known for so long was completely destroyed, and she was forced to flee. She tried to save her younger sister Linda, but the poor girl was separated from her in the midst of chaos and killing. Lara panicked, but no matter how hard she searched for her baby sister, she simply couldn't find her. It was as if Linda Pilkvist had vanished from the face of earth without leaving a single trace. Devastated, the young woman finally collapsed and gave into waste. The more she searched for Linda, the more her mind was degraded, and the more insane she become. Yet even as her own powers are slowly eating her up, she still searches on, asking everyone she meets the question that has now became her trademark:
Have you seen my baby sister?
Kin: Linda Pilkvist (sister)
Age: 25
Gender: female
Aura Color Code: Once #FFBF00 (a bright vibrant orange), it has decayed to the point that it looks more like this #F5ECCE (a creamy color with a faint hint of orange)
Aura Scent: Once was freshly washed blankets that had been out in the sun, now it has been degraded to the point that only a thin trace of sunshine can be found
Tatto Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: create and manipulate flesh-devouring flowers
Race: Void
Role: Void
Description: A pale figure with platinum blonde hair and silvery eyes, it's clear that Xi was once beautiful before she became the thing that she is now. A large grotesque flower blooms on the right side of her head, with smaller ones rooting on her left cheek.
Personality: Once a optimistic girl with a sunny personality, Xi, formerly Lara, has turned somewhat psychopathic after the fall of the Pendragon family. Driven insane by her inability to find her younger sister that she once doted after, Xi now asks every one of her victim a question before she allows her flowers to devour them: Have you seen my baby sister?
History: She wasn't like this all the time. Nor did she intend things to be the way they are now. But what has happened has happened, and there would be no way to turn things around. Before turning into Xi, the young woman was known by Lara Pilkvist, a Pendragon family member known for her optimism and enthusiasm. Though her parents died when she was young, and she had to take care of her deaf and mute sister at the age of nine, it didn't stop her from flourishing into a strong independent woman. But then the Hawthrones came along, and it changed everything. The life that she had known for so long was completely destroyed, and she was forced to flee. She tried to save her younger sister Linda, but the poor girl was separated from her in the midst of chaos and killing. Lara panicked, but no matter how hard she searched for her baby sister, she simply couldn't find her. It was as if Linda Pilkvist had vanished from the face of earth without leaving a single trace. Devastated, the young woman finally collapsed and gave into waste. The more she searched for Linda, the more her mind was degraded, and the more insane she become. Yet even as her own powers are slowly eating her up, she still searches on, asking everyone she meets the question that has now became her trademark:
Have you seen my baby sister?
Kin: Linda Pilkvist (sister)
George Werner Pfinnig (he dead)
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Aura Color Code: #848484 (smoke gray)
Aura Color Scent: Gunpowder and smoke
Tattoo: An iron cross that spans over his entire back
(Iron Cross Tattoo Design: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/60/Cross-Pattee-Heraldry.svg/2000px-Cross-Pattee-Heraldry.svg.png)
Ability: Automatic Aim
Race: Theia
Role: Retired Valentine Maschera
Family: Currently none, former Valentine
Description: George appears to be a lot younger than his actual age. Why? He doesn't know either. A tall, strong man of Germanic descendant, George is the perfect image of Hitler's vision of the greatest race. Time has taken its toll on him a different way than most others. Since the "death" of his student Meria Anee Nel, George's hair has grayed completely, leaving him with pure white hair that makes him stand out within a crowd.
Personality: George likes to get straight to the point, and hates those who doesn't. A rather strange trait of a man who used to work for the Valentines. He doesn't like speaking to those he is not familiar with, and often enjoys having some alone time, a behavior that would make most classify him as "antisocial." He doesn't like crowded places, and is obsessed with cleaning everything that he deems dirty or messy. He also hates scissors.
History: George was born to a man of Germanic descendant in the United States who once served under the US military. It was rumored that his great-grandfather had left German after WWII due to his status as a Nazi SS officer. This was never confirmed by his father, and George rarely was bothered by the thought of it. It wasn't him who committed war crimes, after all. His mother had left him at birth; he never once met her in his lifetime or ever tried to find her. When he was about 10, his father brought him back to Germany, where he received most of his education. Upon discovering his powers on a hunting trip, he soon joined the military, rising as a decorate officer. He never told anyone about his powers, and so no one was aware of the fact that he was a theia. He tutored and was in command of several young soldiers as an officer at the age of 25, but soon retired after most of his students died in a bombing in Afghanistan. He returned to America and worked as a bounty hunter for a few years until he was recruited by the Valentines. Working as a Maschera, he has had more blood stained on his hands than he like, including the blood of a loved one. His heart slowly closed up and turned cold. That is, until Meria appeared into his life. His new student opened up a soft spot in his heart, and despite the harsh training he would give her he cared for the little girl deeply. In a way, she was a child and he a father. Upon learning of her "death," George was nearly devastated and retired from his position as a active Valentine member.
Kin: Meria Anee Nel (adoptive daughter, sort of), Alicebird Anee Nel (adoptive grandson, sort of)
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Aura Color Code: #848484 (smoke gray)
Aura Color Scent: Gunpowder and smoke
Tattoo: An iron cross that spans over his entire back
(Iron Cross Tattoo Design: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/60/Cross-Pattee-Heraldry.svg/2000px-Cross-Pattee-Heraldry.svg.png)
Ability: Automatic Aim
Race: Theia
Role: Retired Valentine Maschera
Family: Currently none, former Valentine
Description: George appears to be a lot younger than his actual age. Why? He doesn't know either. A tall, strong man of Germanic descendant, George is the perfect image of Hitler's vision of the greatest race. Time has taken its toll on him a different way than most others. Since the "death" of his student Meria Anee Nel, George's hair has grayed completely, leaving him with pure white hair that makes him stand out within a crowd.
Personality: George likes to get straight to the point, and hates those who doesn't. A rather strange trait of a man who used to work for the Valentines. He doesn't like speaking to those he is not familiar with, and often enjoys having some alone time, a behavior that would make most classify him as "antisocial." He doesn't like crowded places, and is obsessed with cleaning everything that he deems dirty or messy. He also hates scissors.
History: George was born to a man of Germanic descendant in the United States who once served under the US military. It was rumored that his great-grandfather had left German after WWII due to his status as a Nazi SS officer. This was never confirmed by his father, and George rarely was bothered by the thought of it. It wasn't him who committed war crimes, after all. His mother had left him at birth; he never once met her in his lifetime or ever tried to find her. When he was about 10, his father brought him back to Germany, where he received most of his education. Upon discovering his powers on a hunting trip, he soon joined the military, rising as a decorate officer. He never told anyone about his powers, and so no one was aware of the fact that he was a theia. He tutored and was in command of several young soldiers as an officer at the age of 25, but soon retired after most of his students died in a bombing in Afghanistan. He returned to America and worked as a bounty hunter for a few years until he was recruited by the Valentines. Working as a Maschera, he has had more blood stained on his hands than he like, including the blood of a loved one. His heart slowly closed up and turned cold. That is, until Meria appeared into his life. His new student opened up a soft spot in his heart, and despite the harsh training he would give her he cared for the little girl deeply. In a way, she was a child and he a father. Upon learning of her "death," George was nearly devastated and retired from his position as a active Valentine member.
Kin: Meria Anee Nel (adoptive daughter, sort of), Alicebird Anee Nel (adoptive grandson, sort of)
Linda Pilkvist
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #FACC2E (a bright yellowish orange color)
Aura Scent: freshly cut oranges and tangerines
Tattoo Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: the ability to overlap reality and her imagination
Race: Theia
Role: Prisoner
Occupation: Member of Pendragon Family
Family: Pendragon
Description: With her long strawberry-blonde hair and her pale gray eyes that seem to smile all the time, it's hard to think of Linda as a disabled person who is unable to hear or speak. Short and petite, she stands out from the crowd with her pale skin and friendly aurora.
Personality: Linda has always been known to be a shy and gentle girl; even after the Hawthrone destroyed her family, it didn't do much to change her kind nature. Perhaps it was because of her disability, it seems that the girl can sometimes be a bit overly understanding, though not without good intention.
History: Since she started to have memory, Linda had always been under the care of the Pendragon family. The only known blood relative of hers was her sister, Lara, who had always been optimistic and cheerful about practically everything. Life was always seemed to be normal to her----as normal as it could get for a theia, anyway. But everything about her life changed when the Hawthrones suddenly arrived. They devastated the world that she had grew accustom to, shattering her hopes and dreams as they destroyed her family. She was separated from her sister and enslaved, now kept under the mercy of the Hawthrone family. Though she could try to stage an escape and perhaps succeed, she hasn't, as Artemis Pendragon now reigns as the godmother of the Hawthrones. Linda doesn't understand why, but she hopes that Artemis hasn't forgot her origins and wants to be there for Artemis if the need calls, though she knows that it is not likely for a godmother like Artemis to notice a lowly prisoner like her. Now, she just tries to maintain her optimistic view that her sister had put into her and the kind nature of herself. Easter Hawthrone had already taken away everything else she had; the only thing left of her was her will and spirit and there was no way she would let him rob her of that as well.
Kin: Xi (Lara Pilvist) (sister)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #FACC2E (a bright yellowish orange color)
Aura Scent: freshly cut oranges and tangerines
Tattoo Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: the ability to overlap reality and her imagination
Race: Theia
Role: Prisoner
Occupation: Member of Pendragon Family
Family: Pendragon
Description: With her long strawberry-blonde hair and her pale gray eyes that seem to smile all the time, it's hard to think of Linda as a disabled person who is unable to hear or speak. Short and petite, she stands out from the crowd with her pale skin and friendly aurora.
Personality: Linda has always been known to be a shy and gentle girl; even after the Hawthrone destroyed her family, it didn't do much to change her kind nature. Perhaps it was because of her disability, it seems that the girl can sometimes be a bit overly understanding, though not without good intention.
History: Since she started to have memory, Linda had always been under the care of the Pendragon family. The only known blood relative of hers was her sister, Lara, who had always been optimistic and cheerful about practically everything. Life was always seemed to be normal to her----as normal as it could get for a theia, anyway. But everything about her life changed when the Hawthrones suddenly arrived. They devastated the world that she had grew accustom to, shattering her hopes and dreams as they destroyed her family. She was separated from her sister and enslaved, now kept under the mercy of the Hawthrone family. Though she could try to stage an escape and perhaps succeed, she hasn't, as Artemis Pendragon now reigns as the godmother of the Hawthrones. Linda doesn't understand why, but she hopes that Artemis hasn't forgot her origins and wants to be there for Artemis if the need calls, though she knows that it is not likely for a godmother like Artemis to notice a lowly prisoner like her. Now, she just tries to maintain her optimistic view that her sister had put into her and the kind nature of herself. Easter Hawthrone had already taken away everything else she had; the only thing left of her was her will and spirit and there was no way she would let him rob her of that as well.
Kin: Xi (Lara Pilvist) (sister)
Constance Long
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #B22222 (fire brick red)
Aura Scent: burnt earth, poisonous ivy, and reptile scales
Tattoo: A simple black and white sun design covering her back
(Sun design: http://tattooartpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Hassassin-Simple-Tattoo-Design.jpg)
Ability: the ability to shift into a dragon
Race: Theia
Role: Runner
Family: Pendragon
Description: Constance would be a pretty woman if it weren't for the scars that run down her arms and torso. They bear witness to the moments when she had lost control of her own powers, scars that will never heal. Her once beautiful silky hair has now became rugged and messy from her narrow escape. Her body form has thinned from the stress and fright she lives with, and her skin pale.
Personality: Though her ability may seem scary, Constance is by no means a intimidating person. Warm-hearted and kind, it is very easy for the young Chinese woman to open up to others. She's a very straightforward and frank person around those that know her well, and sees no point in refined details or careful wordings. Given her ability, she moves rather boldly during fights.
History: Constance is truly a dragon. Literally. She first found out when she was playing with her little brother, who was play-fighting with her over some plushie when they were young children. She just wanted to get back at him for robbing her of her toy, and all of the sudden her skin became scaly and green. And then she shifted. It scared her brother and her. It was her first time shifting, and due to her panic and fright it took her four hours to finally change back into a human. It exhausted her, but at the same time the experience was terrifying and exciting. She never knew that she could wield so much power, so much potential. All in her, nothing but an innocent small girl back then. Constance was then quickly taught how to control her powers by her parents, and proved herself a worthy member of the family at a relatively young age. She took pride in her family: The Pendragons, the rulers of all theias. Who wouldn't be proud? Her pride was shattered, however, the day the Hawthornes landed an attack against them and killed their Godfather. It was as if the sky came crashing down on her. She would never forget the day her brother died, a young man at the age of 22 who had so much waiting ahead of him. She would never forget the cries of pain and the please of desperation. She would never forget the day the Pendragons fell from grace. The memories still burn in the back of her mind, as she is now forced to flee and hide to protect her own life. Every day she wakes up reminding herself how important it is for her to remember, for her to remain alive. Every day, she promises herself that one day, she will have her revenge.
Kin: Lamda/Drest Yu (cousin)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #B22222 (fire brick red)
Aura Scent: burnt earth, poisonous ivy, and reptile scales
Tattoo: A simple black and white sun design covering her back
(Sun design: http://tattooartpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Hassassin-Simple-Tattoo-Design.jpg)
Ability: the ability to shift into a dragon
Race: Theia
Role: Runner
Family: Pendragon
Description: Constance would be a pretty woman if it weren't for the scars that run down her arms and torso. They bear witness to the moments when she had lost control of her own powers, scars that will never heal. Her once beautiful silky hair has now became rugged and messy from her narrow escape. Her body form has thinned from the stress and fright she lives with, and her skin pale.
Personality: Though her ability may seem scary, Constance is by no means a intimidating person. Warm-hearted and kind, it is very easy for the young Chinese woman to open up to others. She's a very straightforward and frank person around those that know her well, and sees no point in refined details or careful wordings. Given her ability, she moves rather boldly during fights.
History: Constance is truly a dragon. Literally. She first found out when she was playing with her little brother, who was play-fighting with her over some plushie when they were young children. She just wanted to get back at him for robbing her of her toy, and all of the sudden her skin became scaly and green. And then she shifted. It scared her brother and her. It was her first time shifting, and due to her panic and fright it took her four hours to finally change back into a human. It exhausted her, but at the same time the experience was terrifying and exciting. She never knew that she could wield so much power, so much potential. All in her, nothing but an innocent small girl back then. Constance was then quickly taught how to control her powers by her parents, and proved herself a worthy member of the family at a relatively young age. She took pride in her family: The Pendragons, the rulers of all theias. Who wouldn't be proud? Her pride was shattered, however, the day the Hawthornes landed an attack against them and killed their Godfather. It was as if the sky came crashing down on her. She would never forget the day her brother died, a young man at the age of 22 who had so much waiting ahead of him. She would never forget the cries of pain and the please of desperation. She would never forget the day the Pendragons fell from grace. The memories still burn in the back of her mind, as she is now forced to flee and hide to protect her own life. Every day she wakes up reminding herself how important it is for her to remember, for her to remain alive. Every day, she promises herself that one day, she will have her revenge.
Kin: Lamda/Drest Yu (cousin)
Name: Nkiruka "Ruka" Van Asch
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Aura Code: #0A122A (a bluish black)
Aura Scent: smog and dusty rain
Tattoo: simple musical nightingale tattoo on her left calf
(Nightingale design: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/28/f3/f7/28f3f7f0a88fe95028fa2c86a5a26b42.jpg)
Ability: Walk on vertical surfaces
Race: Theia
Role (and/or) Occupation: Buteurs
Family: Nightingale
Description: A short, petite woman with a doll-life face, Nkiruka could easily pass as a high school freshman despite her actual age. Most of the time her facial features are concealed by a hoodie or hat of some sort, with her messy brown hair flowing freely down to her shoulders. She has a tendency to dress in dark attire, and never is she seen without her black fingerless gloves.
Personality: Most of the time, Nkiruka is alone. It's not that she wants to be, but there is no one, really, who would stay with her. They all come and go, the people, and she just lets them as if it were life's natural flow. Ruka is not cold-hearted, though. Once she gets comfortable around you it's easy to discover the nice side of her. She does not speak often, as an incident in the past had caused permanent damage to her vocal cords; when she does, what comes out is a dry, raspy voice that does not match her appearance in the slightest.
History: Nkiruka has very little knowledge of her own past. She does not know where she is from, who her parents were; she is not even sure if Nkiruka is her real name. What she does know is that a woman who served the Nightingale family took her in when she was very young, and gave Ruka her last name: Van Asch. The woman was the person who raised Ruka up and taught her how to use her bow and arrows. Under her was Ruka able to discover and control her own power, and when she became smooth enough with her skills her mentor introduced her to the family. She has never seen the woman who raised her up since then. Nkiruka does not know where her mentor is, if she is still alive or if she's dead, but Nkiruka knows better than to ask. Serving the Nightingales dutifully, she is content with her current lifestyle and hopes that it would stay that way for the future to come.
Kin:
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Aura Code: #0A122A (a bluish black)
Aura Scent: smog and dusty rain
Tattoo: simple musical nightingale tattoo on her left calf
(Nightingale design: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/28/f3/f7/28f3f7f0a88fe95028fa2c86a5a26b42.jpg)
Ability: Walk on vertical surfaces
Race: Theia
Role (and/or) Occupation: Buteurs
Family: Nightingale
Description: A short, petite woman with a doll-life face, Nkiruka could easily pass as a high school freshman despite her actual age. Most of the time her facial features are concealed by a hoodie or hat of some sort, with her messy brown hair flowing freely down to her shoulders. She has a tendency to dress in dark attire, and never is she seen without her black fingerless gloves.
Personality: Most of the time, Nkiruka is alone. It's not that she wants to be, but there is no one, really, who would stay with her. They all come and go, the people, and she just lets them as if it were life's natural flow. Ruka is not cold-hearted, though. Once she gets comfortable around you it's easy to discover the nice side of her. She does not speak often, as an incident in the past had caused permanent damage to her vocal cords; when she does, what comes out is a dry, raspy voice that does not match her appearance in the slightest.
History: Nkiruka has very little knowledge of her own past. She does not know where she is from, who her parents were; she is not even sure if Nkiruka is her real name. What she does know is that a woman who served the Nightingale family took her in when she was very young, and gave Ruka her last name: Van Asch. The woman was the person who raised Ruka up and taught her how to use her bow and arrows. Under her was Ruka able to discover and control her own power, and when she became smooth enough with her skills her mentor introduced her to the family. She has never seen the woman who raised her up since then. Nkiruka does not know where her mentor is, if she is still alive or if she's dead, but Nkiruka knows better than to ask. Serving the Nightingales dutifully, she is content with her current lifestyle and hopes that it would stay that way for the future to come.
Kin:
Francine Tiphaine Garza
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Aura Code: #E57373
Aura Scent: Pitayas
Tattoo: A simple black flamingo silhouette on the back of her shoulder
(Tatto design: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3f/e6/d6/3fe6d69470dcf6e0c37308ecf0c36ea3.jpg)
Ability: Change people/things into flamingos and control them
Race: Theia
Role: Librarian
Family: Engelkonig
Description: Francine, despite being only 17, looks mature for her age. Perhaps it's due to the air she carries herself with, or perhaps her taste in fashion. Either way, most wouldn't guess that the young female is only in her teens. Her beautiful face and elegant figure make the teen almost seem like a Noble Theia rather than simply a regular member of the family.
Personality: For the most part, Francine has a pleasant enough personality. While she won't warm up to most people the first time she meets them, she is polite enough to make simple conversation with.
History:
Kin: N/A
-is secretly an emo flamingo (gotta keep the emo bird theme up)
-dreams of turning Aloysius into a flamingo for a day just because
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Aura Code: #E57373
Aura Scent: Pitayas
Tattoo: A simple black flamingo silhouette on the back of her shoulder
(Tatto design: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3f/e6/d6/3fe6d69470dcf6e0c37308ecf0c36ea3.jpg)
Ability: Change people/things into flamingos and control them
Race: Theia
Role: Librarian
Family: Engelkonig
Description: Francine, despite being only 17, looks mature for her age. Perhaps it's due to the air she carries herself with, or perhaps her taste in fashion. Either way, most wouldn't guess that the young female is only in her teens. Her beautiful face and elegant figure make the teen almost seem like a Noble Theia rather than simply a regular member of the family.
Personality: For the most part, Francine has a pleasant enough personality. While she won't warm up to most people the first time she meets them, she is polite enough to make simple conversation with.
History:
Kin: N/A
-is secretly an emo flamingo (gotta keep the emo bird theme up)
-dreams of turning Aloysius into a flamingo for a day just because
Camilla Wolff
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #DEB887 (a burly wood brown)
Aura Scent: herbal medicine and dried roses
Tattoo Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: healing by touch (regardless of the seriousness of the wound or illness)
Race: Theia
Role: Hawthorne Member
Family: Hawthorne
Description: A cheerful slender girl with dark brown hair and green eyes, Camilla blends into the crowd naturally, unlike her gloomy brother. Sometimes it seems as if she was just a normal person; not a theia who has a horrific past like most theias do.
Personality: A mix of Hungarian and Mongolian blood, it's surprising that Camilla is nothing like the bold and daring races that she originates from.
History: Camilla wasn't meant to be a Hawthrone member. She never was, and probably never will be. Her up-beat and optimistic personality sets her apart from the rest of the family. In all honesty, Camilla wouldn't be where she is now if it weren't for Cecily Hawthrone. The two met at the boarding school when Cecily was sent away from her family, and the two quickly developed a strong friendship bond. In a way the two are similar: Cecily was never like her siblings; nor was Camilla anything like her twin brother Castiel. Her ability to relate to Cecily pulls her close to her friend, as she sees Cecily not only as a friend but also as a mirror of herself. It is her unwavering loyalty to Cecily that brings her to the Hawthrone family, not its power and its reputation. Should one day Cecily come to odds with her family or her siblings, there is no doubt that Camilla would side with Cecily without a second thought.
Kin: Castiel Wolff (brother)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #DEB887 (a burly wood brown)
Aura Scent: herbal medicine and dried roses
Tattoo Picture, Description, and Location: None
Ability: healing by touch (regardless of the seriousness of the wound or illness)
Race: Theia
Role: Hawthorne Member
Family: Hawthorne
Description: A cheerful slender girl with dark brown hair and green eyes, Camilla blends into the crowd naturally, unlike her gloomy brother. Sometimes it seems as if she was just a normal person; not a theia who has a horrific past like most theias do.
Personality: A mix of Hungarian and Mongolian blood, it's surprising that Camilla is nothing like the bold and daring races that she originates from.
History: Camilla wasn't meant to be a Hawthrone member. She never was, and probably never will be. Her up-beat and optimistic personality sets her apart from the rest of the family. In all honesty, Camilla wouldn't be where she is now if it weren't for Cecily Hawthrone. The two met at the boarding school when Cecily was sent away from her family, and the two quickly developed a strong friendship bond. In a way the two are similar: Cecily was never like her siblings; nor was Camilla anything like her twin brother Castiel. Her ability to relate to Cecily pulls her close to her friend, as she sees Cecily not only as a friend but also as a mirror of herself. It is her unwavering loyalty to Cecily that brings her to the Hawthrone family, not its power and its reputation. Should one day Cecily come to odds with her family or her siblings, there is no doubt that Camilla would side with Cecily without a second thought.
Kin: Castiel Wolff (brother)
Giotto Vongola
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Aura Color Code: #FE9A2E (citrus orange)
Aura Scent: freshly baked croissants with hot Italian chamomile tea on a sunny but cold winter afternoon
Ability: able to conjure blood-lusting creatures out of shadows
Race: Theia
Role: Godfather
Family: Vongola
Description: If he weren't so sickly pale, perhaps the young Godfather would be much more appealing to the look. With his silky brown hair and the gentle features of his face, Giotto appears to be someone kind and soft. His almost slender form also makes him seem weaker than he really is.
Personality: Most of the time Giotto can be kind and caring towards his family. He often distances himself from them, though, in fear of infecting the rest of the family with diseases that trouble himself. He tries to do his best to serve them as a Godfather, and would do anything to exchange a peaceful life for them all. His dark ability, however, has led to the creation of a darker personality over the years, a side that Giotto struggles to hide from the rest of the world.
History: Since his youth Giotto‘s life has always been clouded with a series of illness and diseases; it seems as if they were the curses that he would never be free of in exchange for his frightening dark ability. Giotto was born with asthma, congenital heart disease, hepatitis B, and has had several relapses on his tuberculosis treatment. Due to this, Giotto always has an sickly pale look that contrasts strongly with his siblings, both of whom are healthy and strong. Then how is he Godfather, you may ask. Well, easy. The crazed blood-lusting creatures that Giotto is able to create can be almost anywhere; as long as there is a thin light to create an abundance of shadows, the monsters that are born from his ability lurk everywhere. The elusiveness idiosyncrasy of his ability is what makes him hard to defeat; it is what makes him "strong," in a sense. Yet even so, Giotto loathes the darkness within him and sees it more of a curse than a power. The struggle between him and the evil within him as led to the split of his personality: most of the time he is simply Giotto, the kind and loving sickly Godfather, but if he lets his guard slip then he becomes what he calls "the Beast," a dark powerful creature that uses his ability to wreck havoc and create disaster. His oppression of the Beast only makes him seem more pale and weak than ever; it will be only a matter of time before things start to spin out of his control if there is no way for him to stop himself and the evil within him.
Kin: Francesco Vongola (father, deceased) Ginevra Vongola (mother, deceased) two sibling spots open
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Aura Color Code: #FE9A2E (citrus orange)
Aura Scent: freshly baked croissants with hot Italian chamomile tea on a sunny but cold winter afternoon
Ability: able to conjure blood-lusting creatures out of shadows
Race: Theia
Role: Godfather
Family: Vongola
Description: If he weren't so sickly pale, perhaps the young Godfather would be much more appealing to the look. With his silky brown hair and the gentle features of his face, Giotto appears to be someone kind and soft. His almost slender form also makes him seem weaker than he really is.
Personality: Most of the time Giotto can be kind and caring towards his family. He often distances himself from them, though, in fear of infecting the rest of the family with diseases that trouble himself. He tries to do his best to serve them as a Godfather, and would do anything to exchange a peaceful life for them all. His dark ability, however, has led to the creation of a darker personality over the years, a side that Giotto struggles to hide from the rest of the world.
History: Since his youth Giotto‘s life has always been clouded with a series of illness and diseases; it seems as if they were the curses that he would never be free of in exchange for his frightening dark ability. Giotto was born with asthma, congenital heart disease, hepatitis B, and has had several relapses on his tuberculosis treatment. Due to this, Giotto always has an sickly pale look that contrasts strongly with his siblings, both of whom are healthy and strong. Then how is he Godfather, you may ask. Well, easy. The crazed blood-lusting creatures that Giotto is able to create can be almost anywhere; as long as there is a thin light to create an abundance of shadows, the monsters that are born from his ability lurk everywhere. The elusiveness idiosyncrasy of his ability is what makes him hard to defeat; it is what makes him "strong," in a sense. Yet even so, Giotto loathes the darkness within him and sees it more of a curse than a power. The struggle between him and the evil within him as led to the split of his personality: most of the time he is simply Giotto, the kind and loving sickly Godfather, but if he lets his guard slip then he becomes what he calls "the Beast," a dark powerful creature that uses his ability to wreck havoc and create disaster. His oppression of the Beast only makes him seem more pale and weak than ever; it will be only a matter of time before things start to spin out of his control if there is no way for him to stop himself and the evil within him.
Kin: Francesco Vongola (father, deceased) Ginevra Vongola (mother, deceased) two sibling spots open
Dori Harusa
Age: 15
Gender: female
Aura Color Code: #CD5C5C (Indian red)
Aura Scent: incense and joss sticks
Tattoo: A small pink lotus located on the back of her shoulder
(Lotus design: http://whatcomflowers.net/33-latest-lotus-flower-tattoo-designs.html/simple-cool-lotus-flower-tattoo-design)
Ability: Turn people into dolls and stuffed toys for a certain amount of time
Race: Theia
Role: Onna-bugeisha
Family: Sakayama
Description: A slender pretty girl with a pale complexion and bright pink hair, Dori Harusa is an odd one. Her young appearance often make her stand out against the other members of the family. Some say that someone so young shouldn't be involved with business like the Sakayama. Others say that the business she's dealing with isn't for ones faint like her. But Dori is more than what she appears. She knows what she needs from the Sakayama, and what the Sakayama want from her. To her, it's all fair trade.
Personality: Dori Harusa is in every manner a polite person. She's quiet, careful, and obedient; just like how a traditional Japanese girl at her age should be. She tends to be wary of those she is not familiar with, and treats everyone with an indifferent manner. Dori gets away with her cool and impassive attitude due to her mannerism, though she seems to truly respect Lady Sakayama. She enjoys collecting dolls and stuffed animals in her free time, and her room is filled with such. It doesn't matter to her how creepy or ugly the small dolls may be; so long as it is an doll she would add it to her treasured stash.
History: Dori Harusa was not born to serve the Sakayama. She was born to a plain civilian family in the village of Rei, her father an skilled craftsman in the art of doll-making. He treasured her and made beautiful ningyo for her to play with when she was a child. Her mother was a simple pretty housewife who served her family dutifully. They lived a happy life together; until her father passed away from a heart attack one summer night when Dori reached the age of six. The world came crashing down for her mother, who did not know how to support herself and Dori, and soon Dori found herself at the mercy of a stepfather. She never understood why her mother would marry such a terrible monster. He was a harsh contrast to her father, a man who would be sweet and thoughtful for her mother but offered no kindness to little Dori. She was treated as if she were nothing but a mere household servant, and he would often beat her if she did not comply to his demands. At first her mother would soothe her whenever she cried from the pain, but soon her mother got tired of Dori's crying and would no longer offer the poor girl any comfort. She learned to be silent and obedient to avoid beatings, and soon she learned to steal from the kitchen so that she could have her fill. If her parents knew anything about her stealing, they made no mention about it. So they got along for a few years. Even though they treated her poorly, Dori was happy that at least she had a room over her head. That was, until the day her step-father slithered into her room and tied her to the bed post. God, she screamed until her throat was burning, her legs thrashing violently in a desperate attempt to protect herself from what was about to come. She cried for her mother, begging her to come save her. But when she did come, all the woman said was "Stop fighting. You're making a ruckus." Her last bit of love for her mother died the second the woman turned to leave. It was then her powers awakened. She could not be more satisfied at the look on their faces when both her mother and stepfather started to shrink and distort. They plopped down to the floor, still overwhelmed by shock when she freed herself from the bedpost and picked up her stepfather, who was now transformed into a oni ningyo. She grinned as she looked towards him, now helplessly at her mercy. Her smile must have been sinister, for his limbs moved weakly as if he were protesting. Dori paid no attention as she raised her head and flung him to the ceiling. She smiled as she watched him fall to the ground, his wooden body shattering upon the impact. She could feel her mother tremble as she picked her up, now nothing more than a elaborate stuffed cuckoo. She tore her apart from the wings, sending feathers and cotton flying everywhere as she disfigured the bird. Then she collapsed to the ground and rested. It was Dori's first time using her power; it had drained all her energy. Soon they started to turn back, her stepfather with his organs splattered out and limbs broken, her mother torn in half with guts spilling. She had killed them, and so she ran. She was homeless for a while, wandering the streets until someone from the Sakayama Home Branch found her. Terrified, she had turned the woman, Tora Hayashi into a stuffed tiger. To her surprise, the woman tried to speak to her in her toy tiger form, something that her previous victims never did. Hayashi managed to convince her that she was of no harm, and after Dori's power died off, Hayashi brought her to the Sakayama family. She served in the Second Branch for quite a while, learning how to control her powers properly before she was selected to serve the Lady Sakayama as an onna-bugeisha. Since then Dori as always been the girl that most know now; the polite girl who treats everyone except Lady Sakayama with a cool manner.
Kin:
Age: 15
Gender: female
Aura Color Code: #CD5C5C (Indian red)
Aura Scent: incense and joss sticks
Tattoo: A small pink lotus located on the back of her shoulder
(Lotus design: http://whatcomflowers.net/33-latest-lotus-flower-tattoo-designs.html/simple-cool-lotus-flower-tattoo-design)
Ability: Turn people into dolls and stuffed toys for a certain amount of time
Race: Theia
Role: Onna-bugeisha
Family: Sakayama
Description: A slender pretty girl with a pale complexion and bright pink hair, Dori Harusa is an odd one. Her young appearance often make her stand out against the other members of the family. Some say that someone so young shouldn't be involved with business like the Sakayama. Others say that the business she's dealing with isn't for ones faint like her. But Dori is more than what she appears. She knows what she needs from the Sakayama, and what the Sakayama want from her. To her, it's all fair trade.
Personality: Dori Harusa is in every manner a polite person. She's quiet, careful, and obedient; just like how a traditional Japanese girl at her age should be. She tends to be wary of those she is not familiar with, and treats everyone with an indifferent manner. Dori gets away with her cool and impassive attitude due to her mannerism, though she seems to truly respect Lady Sakayama. She enjoys collecting dolls and stuffed animals in her free time, and her room is filled with such. It doesn't matter to her how creepy or ugly the small dolls may be; so long as it is an doll she would add it to her treasured stash.
History: Dori Harusa was not born to serve the Sakayama. She was born to a plain civilian family in the village of Rei, her father an skilled craftsman in the art of doll-making. He treasured her and made beautiful ningyo for her to play with when she was a child. Her mother was a simple pretty housewife who served her family dutifully. They lived a happy life together; until her father passed away from a heart attack one summer night when Dori reached the age of six. The world came crashing down for her mother, who did not know how to support herself and Dori, and soon Dori found herself at the mercy of a stepfather. She never understood why her mother would marry such a terrible monster. He was a harsh contrast to her father, a man who would be sweet and thoughtful for her mother but offered no kindness to little Dori. She was treated as if she were nothing but a mere household servant, and he would often beat her if she did not comply to his demands. At first her mother would soothe her whenever she cried from the pain, but soon her mother got tired of Dori's crying and would no longer offer the poor girl any comfort. She learned to be silent and obedient to avoid beatings, and soon she learned to steal from the kitchen so that she could have her fill. If her parents knew anything about her stealing, they made no mention about it. So they got along for a few years. Even though they treated her poorly, Dori was happy that at least she had a room over her head. That was, until the day her step-father slithered into her room and tied her to the bed post. God, she screamed until her throat was burning, her legs thrashing violently in a desperate attempt to protect herself from what was about to come. She cried for her mother, begging her to come save her. But when she did come, all the woman said was "Stop fighting. You're making a ruckus." Her last bit of love for her mother died the second the woman turned to leave. It was then her powers awakened. She could not be more satisfied at the look on their faces when both her mother and stepfather started to shrink and distort. They plopped down to the floor, still overwhelmed by shock when she freed herself from the bedpost and picked up her stepfather, who was now transformed into a oni ningyo. She grinned as she looked towards him, now helplessly at her mercy. Her smile must have been sinister, for his limbs moved weakly as if he were protesting. Dori paid no attention as she raised her head and flung him to the ceiling. She smiled as she watched him fall to the ground, his wooden body shattering upon the impact. She could feel her mother tremble as she picked her up, now nothing more than a elaborate stuffed cuckoo. She tore her apart from the wings, sending feathers and cotton flying everywhere as she disfigured the bird. Then she collapsed to the ground and rested. It was Dori's first time using her power; it had drained all her energy. Soon they started to turn back, her stepfather with his organs splattered out and limbs broken, her mother torn in half with guts spilling. She had killed them, and so she ran. She was homeless for a while, wandering the streets until someone from the Sakayama Home Branch found her. Terrified, she had turned the woman, Tora Hayashi into a stuffed tiger. To her surprise, the woman tried to speak to her in her toy tiger form, something that her previous victims never did. Hayashi managed to convince her that she was of no harm, and after Dori's power died off, Hayashi brought her to the Sakayama family. She served in the Second Branch for quite a while, learning how to control her powers properly before she was selected to serve the Lady Sakayama as an onna-bugeisha. Since then Dori as always been the girl that most know now; the polite girl who treats everyone except Lady Sakayama with a cool manner.
Kin:
Tora Hayashi
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code:#6E6E6E (dark ash gray)
Aura Scent: burnt tobacco mixed with a vague forest smell
Tattoo: Abstract tiger tattoo that runs down her left shoulder
(Tiger design: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/62/f6/e9/62f6e93f47e32b6969ad3d57386034e1.jpg)
Ability: Gravity Manipulation
Race: Theia
Role: First Branch
Family: Sakayama
Description: For one of Japanese descendant, Tora Hayashi is unexpectedly tall and overbearing, much like what her name implies. Meaning tiger, she loathes her given name, and prefers others to refer to her by her family name. Her rugged short hair and sharp jawline make her seem rather masculine, and the fact that she often dons a man's outfit does not help others with differentiating her gender. She is often seen with a smoking pipe, a habit she picked up from her father.
Personality: Tora Hayashi is not a person for much words. She prefers the company of silence and solitude, and will not speak unless she feels the absolute need to. Hayashi is a very blunt person when she does talk to others, and she loathes flattering words, seeing them as nothing but empty puff.
History: Tora Hayashi was meant to be a boy. At least that's what her father thought. Disappointed by the fact that his first born was female, he decided to raise her as a boy despite her sex. And so she grew up as one under the guidance of her father. She would train with him under harsh conditions, spanked if she shows the slightest sign of disrespect, required to wear male clothing despite her own wishes, forced to appear strong no matter the circumstances. Her life was almost entirely separated from her sisters, as if they lived in two entirely different worlds. When she was young, she would sometimes question if the lifestyle she was raised in was one meant for her, but eventually her doubts were all cast away by her father's bamboo rod. No, she would not question his decisions. He knew what was best for her; even when he spanked her or punished her, he still loved her in his own way. She was his pride, his firstborn, and she would not disappoint him. She would be strong, the one who would become the head of the family upon his death. Under his doctrine she became a skillful warrior, one that would serve the Sakayama loyally. When she reached maturity, she was sent away by her father to serve under the Home Branch, and gained valuable experiences during her time period there. Hayashi was called one day, however, upon the sudden death of her father and her mother's subsequent suicide. Since then, she has served under the First Branch, filling in her father's vacant position.
Kin: Ichigo Hayashi (father, deceased), Anshin Lin (mother, deceased), Yasuko Hayashi (sister), Rinkei Hayashi (sister), Ai Ikeda (cousin)
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code:#6E6E6E (dark ash gray)
Aura Scent: burnt tobacco mixed with a vague forest smell
Tattoo: Abstract tiger tattoo that runs down her left shoulder
(Tiger design: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/62/f6/e9/62f6e93f47e32b6969ad3d57386034e1.jpg)
Ability: Gravity Manipulation
Race: Theia
Role: First Branch
Family: Sakayama
Description: For one of Japanese descendant, Tora Hayashi is unexpectedly tall and overbearing, much like what her name implies. Meaning tiger, she loathes her given name, and prefers others to refer to her by her family name. Her rugged short hair and sharp jawline make her seem rather masculine, and the fact that she often dons a man's outfit does not help others with differentiating her gender. She is often seen with a smoking pipe, a habit she picked up from her father.
Personality: Tora Hayashi is not a person for much words. She prefers the company of silence and solitude, and will not speak unless she feels the absolute need to. Hayashi is a very blunt person when she does talk to others, and she loathes flattering words, seeing them as nothing but empty puff.
History: Tora Hayashi was meant to be a boy. At least that's what her father thought. Disappointed by the fact that his first born was female, he decided to raise her as a boy despite her sex. And so she grew up as one under the guidance of her father. She would train with him under harsh conditions, spanked if she shows the slightest sign of disrespect, required to wear male clothing despite her own wishes, forced to appear strong no matter the circumstances. Her life was almost entirely separated from her sisters, as if they lived in two entirely different worlds. When she was young, she would sometimes question if the lifestyle she was raised in was one meant for her, but eventually her doubts were all cast away by her father's bamboo rod. No, she would not question his decisions. He knew what was best for her; even when he spanked her or punished her, he still loved her in his own way. She was his pride, his firstborn, and she would not disappoint him. She would be strong, the one who would become the head of the family upon his death. Under his doctrine she became a skillful warrior, one that would serve the Sakayama loyally. When she reached maturity, she was sent away by her father to serve under the Home Branch, and gained valuable experiences during her time period there. Hayashi was called one day, however, upon the sudden death of her father and her mother's subsequent suicide. Since then, she has served under the First Branch, filling in her father's vacant position.
Kin: Ichigo Hayashi (father, deceased), Anshin Lin (mother, deceased), Yasuko Hayashi (sister), Rinkei Hayashi (sister), Ai Ikeda (cousin)
Name: Rinkei Hayashi
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #2EFE9A ( a sea foam green)
Aura Scent: A sickening sweet scent of garden phlox, hydrangea, and sweet pea
Tattoo: Blue tribal tattoos that cover her back
(Tribal Tattoo Design: http://redcubewebmedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Free-TRIBAL-Tattoo-Designs.jpg)
Ability: chameleon presence (the ability to blend in with her surroundings)
Race: Theia
Role: Second Branch
Family: Sakayama
Description: Rinkei is the shortest out of the three Hayashi sisters. Inheriting her mom's short, petite size, Rinkei is rather bizarre one. She always seems to be up to no good with the mischievous smile that hangs on her face all the time. She loves heavily embroidered clothing with expensive ornaments, and as the youngest her mother naturally spoiled her during her childhood years, giving Rinkei anything that she wished for. She loves cross-dressing, and when she doesn't she's often wandering around in some outrageous Chinese-styled attire.
Personality: There's a reason why someone like Rinkei who grew up in the home branch is sent to the second branch. Oh, sure, she's not your typical Japanese lady, and has a love for extravagant decorations, but there is more to that. The true reason why Tora Hayashi's first decision as the head of the Hayashi family was to send Rinkei away from the home branch is because Rinkei is an awkward person to be around. It's not like she doesn't know how to communicate with others, or because she's shy in nature; no, none of that. She loves socializing with others. But dear Kami, does she say the most awkward things! It's not like she doesn't realize it either; she knows what she's doing and she truly enjoys it. It doesn't matter who she's talking to, she just enjoys making other uncomfortable around her. Even her oldest sister cannot tolerate her, much less the others. Thus once their clinging sentimental mother died, Tora Hayashi told her to pack her bags and transfer to the second branch. Not that she minds. It just gives her another excuse and even more freedom to exploit the uncomfort of others.
History: As a child, Rinkei was thoroughly spoiled by her mother. She loved her mother dearly, not only because her mother was a kind and gentle person but also because her mother would fulfill her every wish. There was no doubt that if she asked for the moon, her mother would die trying to get the exact thing for Rinkei. (Luckily, she didn't ask for anything as hard as that.) Rinkei rarely saw her father around, since he was so busy training Tora to be his heir, but when she did it was usually because she said something outrageous along the lines of "Japanese culture is a complete rip-off of the Chinese. They don't even has a good sense of style." or "Mama, did you marry Tou-san only because he was tall and then you could make tall babies with him?" That's when her father would step in and punish her for whatever "bad" thing she said that horrified her mother. She did not like him very much, as usually meeting her father meant that she was going to get spanked. One time, she decided to run. Running along the hallway, she spat curses at him on how he was a horrible father who was a yokai and seduced her precious Mama. Naturally, she was a lot slower than him at the age of six, but somehow he could no longer find her when she took a turn down the hallway. She watched him quietly as she stood against the wall, looking at him pace back and forth between the hallways and trying to look for her. Then she became bolder, walking a bit closer to him, making faces at him while observing his reaction. He still could not find her, and was starting to get worried instead of angry. She finally couldn't hold back her laughter when she made a funny face and her father seemed to look as if he was about to cry because she had disappeared in thin air. The laughter blew her cover, but her father was no longer angry at her for anything she said because he was too busy being proud of her powers, her powers that were strong enough to fool him. They even ended up having a small celebration because of that. It's fair to say that she had a much easier childhood than her oldest sister Tora (excluding the beatings she got for saying things), as her father was also much gentler with Rinkei when he wasn't trying to punish her. She loved pulling pranks on both of her sisters; she liked how Tora was impassive to anything she did while Yasuko would freak out over the smallest things, like having giant beetles or whatnot stuffed into her clothing. It was amusing, and as she grew she started to spread the span of her victims from anyone in her family to others serving the Sakayama and even complete strangers. She realizes how much Tora has grew to hate her now despite her impassive appearance, and takes great glee to it. Once in a while Rinkei comes back to the main house to visit her family, and those are the moments that Tora dreads.
Kin: Ichigo Hayashi (father, deceased), Anshin Lin (mother, deceased), Tora Hayashi (sister), Yasuko Hayashi (sister), Ai Ikeda (cousin)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #2EFE9A ( a sea foam green)
Aura Scent: A sickening sweet scent of garden phlox, hydrangea, and sweet pea
Tattoo: Blue tribal tattoos that cover her back
(Tribal Tattoo Design: http://redcubewebmedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Free-TRIBAL-Tattoo-Designs.jpg)
Ability: chameleon presence (the ability to blend in with her surroundings)
Race: Theia
Role: Second Branch
Family: Sakayama
Description: Rinkei is the shortest out of the three Hayashi sisters. Inheriting her mom's short, petite size, Rinkei is rather bizarre one. She always seems to be up to no good with the mischievous smile that hangs on her face all the time. She loves heavily embroidered clothing with expensive ornaments, and as the youngest her mother naturally spoiled her during her childhood years, giving Rinkei anything that she wished for. She loves cross-dressing, and when she doesn't she's often wandering around in some outrageous Chinese-styled attire.
Personality: There's a reason why someone like Rinkei who grew up in the home branch is sent to the second branch. Oh, sure, she's not your typical Japanese lady, and has a love for extravagant decorations, but there is more to that. The true reason why Tora Hayashi's first decision as the head of the Hayashi family was to send Rinkei away from the home branch is because Rinkei is an awkward person to be around. It's not like she doesn't know how to communicate with others, or because she's shy in nature; no, none of that. She loves socializing with others. But dear Kami, does she say the most awkward things! It's not like she doesn't realize it either; she knows what she's doing and she truly enjoys it. It doesn't matter who she's talking to, she just enjoys making other uncomfortable around her. Even her oldest sister cannot tolerate her, much less the others. Thus once their clinging sentimental mother died, Tora Hayashi told her to pack her bags and transfer to the second branch. Not that she minds. It just gives her another excuse and even more freedom to exploit the uncomfort of others.
History: As a child, Rinkei was thoroughly spoiled by her mother. She loved her mother dearly, not only because her mother was a kind and gentle person but also because her mother would fulfill her every wish. There was no doubt that if she asked for the moon, her mother would die trying to get the exact thing for Rinkei. (Luckily, she didn't ask for anything as hard as that.) Rinkei rarely saw her father around, since he was so busy training Tora to be his heir, but when she did it was usually because she said something outrageous along the lines of "Japanese culture is a complete rip-off of the Chinese. They don't even has a good sense of style." or "Mama, did you marry Tou-san only because he was tall and then you could make tall babies with him?" That's when her father would step in and punish her for whatever "bad" thing she said that horrified her mother. She did not like him very much, as usually meeting her father meant that she was going to get spanked. One time, she decided to run. Running along the hallway, she spat curses at him on how he was a horrible father who was a yokai and seduced her precious Mama. Naturally, she was a lot slower than him at the age of six, but somehow he could no longer find her when she took a turn down the hallway. She watched him quietly as she stood against the wall, looking at him pace back and forth between the hallways and trying to look for her. Then she became bolder, walking a bit closer to him, making faces at him while observing his reaction. He still could not find her, and was starting to get worried instead of angry. She finally couldn't hold back her laughter when she made a funny face and her father seemed to look as if he was about to cry because she had disappeared in thin air. The laughter blew her cover, but her father was no longer angry at her for anything she said because he was too busy being proud of her powers, her powers that were strong enough to fool him. They even ended up having a small celebration because of that. It's fair to say that she had a much easier childhood than her oldest sister Tora (excluding the beatings she got for saying things), as her father was also much gentler with Rinkei when he wasn't trying to punish her. She loved pulling pranks on both of her sisters; she liked how Tora was impassive to anything she did while Yasuko would freak out over the smallest things, like having giant beetles or whatnot stuffed into her clothing. It was amusing, and as she grew she started to spread the span of her victims from anyone in her family to others serving the Sakayama and even complete strangers. She realizes how much Tora has grew to hate her now despite her impassive appearance, and takes great glee to it. Once in a while Rinkei comes back to the main house to visit her family, and those are the moments that Tora dreads.
Kin: Ichigo Hayashi (father, deceased), Anshin Lin (mother, deceased), Tora Hayashi (sister), Yasuko Hayashi (sister), Ai Ikeda (cousin)
Name: Ai Ikeda
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #F5A9A9 (a very pale and faint red)
Aura Scent: a faint breeze of galanthus and philadelphus
Tattoo: simple small cat tattoo located on her right inner wrist
(Cat design: http://tattooideasdesigns.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/simple_small_size_cat_tattoo.jpg)
Ability: The ability to see and feel things through the perspective of plants
Race: Theia
Role (and/or) Occupation: Home Branch
Family: Sakayama
Description: A small, short girl, Ai is easily mistaken for a young child of the age of 8-10. With pale ivory skin and large silver eyes, undoubtedly Ai would grow to become a beautiful woman one day. She wears her silky black hair down for the majority of the time, only pinning it back into a bun during formal occasions in the family. She loves wearing hooded clothing, and has a hobby of collecting stuffed animals
Personality: Ai is very quiet. She doesn't make much sound; even her movements seem to be silent. It just seemed to be a natural talent of hers, how unnoticeable she is and how easy it is for others to ignore her. Just like her power. Most would be cautious of ears behind walls, but not many are nervous when a leaf barely shivers or a flower slightly twitches. Perhaps due to her almost telepathic connection with plants, Ai loves plants and flowers and can be rather upset when she sees someone inflicting harm on them, intentional or not intentional.
History: Born to the sister of Ichigo Hayashi, Ai, unlike her relatives, is a very timid and shy soul. After the death of her parents, she was raised by her uncle's household, most of the time which she was ignored. She doesn't blame them, really; it was her purpose to be as unnoticeable as possible. She's seen how her uncle treated her oldest cousin Tora, and how Yasuko grew up under the influence of her aunt. Though Rinkei arguably lived a happy childhood, Ai did not risk falling into the same path as Tora or Yasuko. So she made herself shy, she made herself timid, she made herself a person that would be easily overlooked and ignored.
Kin: Ichigo Hayashi (uncle, deceased), Tora Hayashi (cousin), Yasuko Hayashi (cousin), Rinkei Hayashi (cousin)
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #F5A9A9 (a very pale and faint red)
Aura Scent: a faint breeze of galanthus and philadelphus
Tattoo: simple small cat tattoo located on her right inner wrist
(Cat design: http://tattooideasdesigns.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/simple_small_size_cat_tattoo.jpg)
Ability: The ability to see and feel things through the perspective of plants
Race: Theia
Role (and/or) Occupation: Home Branch
Family: Sakayama
Description: A small, short girl, Ai is easily mistaken for a young child of the age of 8-10. With pale ivory skin and large silver eyes, undoubtedly Ai would grow to become a beautiful woman one day. She wears her silky black hair down for the majority of the time, only pinning it back into a bun during formal occasions in the family. She loves wearing hooded clothing, and has a hobby of collecting stuffed animals
Personality: Ai is very quiet. She doesn't make much sound; even her movements seem to be silent. It just seemed to be a natural talent of hers, how unnoticeable she is and how easy it is for others to ignore her. Just like her power. Most would be cautious of ears behind walls, but not many are nervous when a leaf barely shivers or a flower slightly twitches. Perhaps due to her almost telepathic connection with plants, Ai loves plants and flowers and can be rather upset when she sees someone inflicting harm on them, intentional or not intentional.
History: Born to the sister of Ichigo Hayashi, Ai, unlike her relatives, is a very timid and shy soul. After the death of her parents, she was raised by her uncle's household, most of the time which she was ignored. She doesn't blame them, really; it was her purpose to be as unnoticeable as possible. She's seen how her uncle treated her oldest cousin Tora, and how Yasuko grew up under the influence of her aunt. Though Rinkei arguably lived a happy childhood, Ai did not risk falling into the same path as Tora or Yasuko. So she made herself shy, she made herself timid, she made herself a person that would be easily overlooked and ignored.
Kin: Ichigo Hayashi (uncle, deceased), Tora Hayashi (cousin), Yasuko Hayashi (cousin), Rinkei Hayashi (cousin)
Yasuko Hayashi
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #F2F5A9 (a pale yellow)
Aura Scent: The scent of sweet autumn clematis, moonflower and gardenia
Tattoo: A red and black butterfly design right underneath the back of her neck.
(Butterfly design: http://www.tattoosdaily.com/butterfly-tattoo-designs/215271_0707-nc.jpg)
Ability: Scent Manipulation
Race: Theia
Role: Home Branch
Family: Sakayama
Description: Yasuko is almost nothing like her older sister, Tora Hayashi. In contrast to Tora's rugged masculine looks, Yasuko is a tall but slender young woman. Her appearance seems to carry the air of a flower's delicacy, something that can be so breathtaking yet so fragile at the same time. Most of the time she keeps her long sweeping hair in a bun, pinned to the back of her head and decorated with elaborate hair ornaments she had inherited from her mother. Most of the time she wears traditional Japanese clothing, though sometimes, when she mourns for her mother, she can be seen in traditional Chinese mourning garments.
Personality: Yasuko is generally a cheerful, happy, and kind person around others. She tries to make everyone around her happy, even if it means that she would have to sacrifice her own joy. It's not because she is truthfully a person who wants to bring happiness to others; it's more due to her guilt. For most of her life, Yasuko has felt guilty. She harbors a sense of guilt towards her older sister, as she firmly believes that their father had robbed Tora of her rightful place as a woman. The relationship between them is rather tense, as Yasuko tries to avoid Tora as much as possible due to her guilt, and in all honesty, Tora's antisocial personality isn't helping very much. She would obey any order given by the Sakayama even if it contradicts her own beliefs, not due to loyalty but because of guilt. She feels ashamed of her mother's suicide, and tries to make it up to the family by filling in her role and doing her best to obey the family. All other people see is the smiling gentle Yasuko; none of them see the broken struggling girl inside.
History: Ever since Yasuko could remember, she had been apologetic. It was almost a habit for her; to apologize when she could not reach her mother's expectations, to apologize when she forgot any instructions given by her parents on house chores, to apologize when she could no longer stand up to brave her father's harsh training, to apologize when her parents were in heated arguments for her not being male. She always felt so sorry and guilty when she looked to Tora, her older sister who was raised as a boy. If Yasuko had been a boy, then maybe life wouldn't have been so hard for Tora and maybe their family would have been happier. She was always sorry for being the weaker of the three, for being the daughter of two talented theias but could not find her own power until the age of 14. Raised by her mother, Yasuko bore witness to how different she was treated compared to her younger sister Rinkei, but she made no complaints. It was her punishment, she believed, for being such a failure, for not trying harder, for not being able to control her own fate. When her mother died, it almost crushed her. She knew that she could have done nothing for her father, but somewhere in her heart there was always a voice telling her that if she had been more caring, if she had been a better daughter, if she had loved her mother more, Anshin Lin would have not been dead at the end of the day.
Kin: Ichigo Hayashi (father, deceased), Anshin Lin (mother, deceased), Tora Hayashi (sister), Rinkei Hayashi (sister), Ai Ikeda (cousin)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Aura Color Code: #F2F5A9 (a pale yellow)
Aura Scent: The scent of sweet autumn clematis, moonflower and gardenia
Tattoo: A red and black butterfly design right underneath the back of her neck.
(Butterfly design: http://www.tattoosdaily.com/butterfly-tattoo-designs/215271_0707-nc.jpg)
Ability: Scent Manipulation
Race: Theia
Role: Home Branch
Family: Sakayama
Description: Yasuko is almost nothing like her older sister, Tora Hayashi. In contrast to Tora's rugged masculine looks, Yasuko is a tall but slender young woman. Her appearance seems to carry the air of a flower's delicacy, something that can be so breathtaking yet so fragile at the same time. Most of the time she keeps her long sweeping hair in a bun, pinned to the back of her head and decorated with elaborate hair ornaments she had inherited from her mother. Most of the time she wears traditional Japanese clothing, though sometimes, when she mourns for her mother, she can be seen in traditional Chinese mourning garments.
Personality: Yasuko is generally a cheerful, happy, and kind person around others. She tries to make everyone around her happy, even if it means that she would have to sacrifice her own joy. It's not because she is truthfully a person who wants to bring happiness to others; it's more due to her guilt. For most of her life, Yasuko has felt guilty. She harbors a sense of guilt towards her older sister, as she firmly believes that their father had robbed Tora of her rightful place as a woman. The relationship between them is rather tense, as Yasuko tries to avoid Tora as much as possible due to her guilt, and in all honesty, Tora's antisocial personality isn't helping very much. She would obey any order given by the Sakayama even if it contradicts her own beliefs, not due to loyalty but because of guilt. She feels ashamed of her mother's suicide, and tries to make it up to the family by filling in her role and doing her best to obey the family. All other people see is the smiling gentle Yasuko; none of them see the broken struggling girl inside.
History: Ever since Yasuko could remember, she had been apologetic. It was almost a habit for her; to apologize when she could not reach her mother's expectations, to apologize when she forgot any instructions given by her parents on house chores, to apologize when she could no longer stand up to brave her father's harsh training, to apologize when her parents were in heated arguments for her not being male. She always felt so sorry and guilty when she looked to Tora, her older sister who was raised as a boy. If Yasuko had been a boy, then maybe life wouldn't have been so hard for Tora and maybe their family would have been happier. She was always sorry for being the weaker of the three, for being the daughter of two talented theias but could not find her own power until the age of 14. Raised by her mother, Yasuko bore witness to how different she was treated compared to her younger sister Rinkei, but she made no complaints. It was her punishment, she believed, for being such a failure, for not trying harder, for not being able to control her own fate. When her mother died, it almost crushed her. She knew that she could have done nothing for her father, but somewhere in her heart there was always a voice telling her that if she had been more caring, if she had been a better daughter, if she had loved her mother more, Anshin Lin would have not been dead at the end of the day.
Kin: Ichigo Hayashi (father, deceased), Anshin Lin (mother, deceased), Tora Hayashi (sister), Rinkei Hayashi (sister), Ai Ikeda (cousin)