Post by Sythe on Aug 23, 2011 23:23:27 GMT -5
Ooc information
Name you go by:Payne~
Gender:Female
Roleplaying experience:literate role playing- six to seven years.
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What is the rules question?"Will he choose kikyo or kagome?"
Basic character information
Full character name:Sythe
Nicknames:Sy
Gender:Female
Race:Ookami Youkai/ Yuki onna(half wolf demon and half ice demon)
Age:three hundred and ninety six
Apparent age:early twenties
Appearance
Hair:Black with blue in it, it is long enough to just touch her shoulders, and it is mainly black, the blue strips in her hair just shows off her eyes more.
Eyes:Icey blue
Build:Slim/fit
Markings or tattoos:On her wrist is a tattoo Kanji for forgotten. On her for- arm is a wave and on her hip and a blue butterfly.
Clothing:In the modern era, she is always in a black light jacket,with her bikini top. She is often near some sort of lake or beach. She had two necklaces, one is a cross and the other is something she managed to take from her brother, her family emblem. She is very slim, but built at the same time. Her jeans are gray, and tight from how many times she has to stitch them. Why does she have to stitch them often, well in the human world, she carries around a skate board. Which she rides every where.
heh.
Demon era. In the demon era, not much changes, except she is more quiet, often wearing a black hood over her face to hide her identity, even then her cold blue eyes seem to stick out of it often. The Hood attaches to her jacket, and it rolls down to cover her arms.
Other:
Personality:
Sythe's first thing is, she isn't apart of anyone's team but her own. Meaning she's in the team that makes more sense to her, and if she gains a profit, one day she could be the demon's friend, the other she could be their enemy. Also if a demon would be rude to her, and if she is on their team. Don’t expect death, expect black mail, hate mail, sabotage, she’ll ruin their whole life. Make sure they are alone, never to find a mate.
She's not insane, off to destroy the world or anything, she's just a small thief who looks out for herself. Selfishly, i might add. She's a woman of, finer things in life. Well being a thief, and a(Demon) world class con-artist. She’ll say anything to get herself out of trouble. SHe is the snake in the garden of eden. Even though most of the time she wears a blank expression on her face, talks in a monotone voice. She might be just plotting to steal your car from you, or dye your hair pink.
She grows a sense of not trusting anyone. She might double cross you, but don't take it personally, she does it too everyone she doesn't bother to get too know. Her motto is if your back is never shown, then it’s never gunna get stabbed. She does the back stabbing, but don’t take it personally, it’s all due to her past, that she ruins any relationship with someone ever.If blame anything, blame her past, she's been swallowed by pain, turned into a bitter old woman, who thieves, and fights. She is quiet dominate, although, not very loud. She can be very 'scary' when she gets a serious face.
When she puts her mind to something, she'll go at it with ease. She is as stubborn as a bull going for a red flag, and mess with the bull, you will get the horns
Good traits (five or more):♦Brutal Honesty-
Ranging from human peasants, to demon lords, meaning to offend or just push in the right direction. Anyone would think Sythe as an ignorant child, who doesn't know how to process her thoughts correctly, or hold her tongue, because her honesty is helpful at some times, but mainly just hurtful.
♦Calm- Despite her rude tone of voice, Sythe always holds calm eyes, never jumping to conclusions, she keeps her nerves down, and her anger locked up in a tight box. Believing in subtle promises, rather rage filled threats.
♦ Observant-Sythe keeps her eyes on her terrain, her enemies and her surroundings, she doesn't just watch around her, she keeps her ears on the wind, and her feet on the ground. If she hears something that isn't normal, then she can either run from it, or run at it, but also she tends to keep quiet until the object show's itself.
♦Strategic- Sythe isn't the strongest of demons, nor the exactly most battle ready, even though she may act it. She tends to look to her surroundings for help, rather then use any material-believing the best warrior doesn't need a weapon- just strategy.
♦Loyal-Some may consider this a good trait, some may consider it a bad one. She considers it as a bad thing
Bad traits (five or more):♦Stubborn- Well then, what could be said for her. She'd let her brutal honesty get the best of her, and get into a fight, she doesn't back down once she says her say, and nothing so far seems to be able to get her to back down.
♦Rude-Well, her brutal honesty isn't the only thing that gets her into fights. She has no respect for strangers, so if your a lord or lady of a land, or an evil villian. No respect, for her you must earn it and she must see it with her own eyes, so other then that have fun with the barrage of insults and snide remarks.
♦Courageous-She see's this as a bad thing, a wise man once said, to a true hero, the line of courage and stupidity will blurr. Well She ain't no hero, but that line sure is hard to see clear.
♦Loner- This is the most negative thing about Sythe. She is alone on her on accord- it is ironic considering she has wolf in her blood, and wolf demons are naturally social demons.
♦Flashbacks- Call it the thing that takes place for her guilt. Her past is constantly haunting her in quick flashes to slow painful drawn out stories, she has no control over it.
♦Aggressive-She's a demon, it's in her blood to enjoy fighting. She'll fight for the role of alpha if she ever joins a group, she'll fight because she's bored, she's just an aggressive person.
Likes (three or more):♦ Living- Well who doesn't like living. Sythe especially likes it due to all the crap she gets herself into
♦Singing- Wolves sing, but to humans it's a howl. Sythe sings her sad song, beautiful and melodious.
♦Challenges- This is one thing that she is addicted too. She loves a challenge. High security with bars? No problem. Killer beams that if they sense the faintest of movement they track you down. Fun!
♦Walking/running - Walking around at night, is always a breathe taker for her. Staring to the sky. Running is something she enjoys the most.
♦Solitude- She loves being alone. She works alone. She gets things down being alone.
♦ Observing- she loves to look around, while adding snarky comments to dangerous situations.
Dislikes (three or more):♦Loud people- she a wolf demon, loud and obnoxious to her sensitive ears?
♦Cocky- people who think they are better then anyone else. She despises that with a passion.
♦enclosed spaces- she just hates a room with a bunch of people, or a small or cramped space.
♦crowds-too many scents, to much noise, little space?
♦Demons- She grew up to hate them, why like them now?
Abilities
Strengths: (at least 5)
♦Speed/ flexibility - She is extremely fast, some say you would have to catch her on camera, then slow it down by twenty to actually glimpse her. She is also, cat like flexible, able to bend her body in odd ways, to get her past some things. She seems like it doesn't hurt her.
♦Ice/cold terrains- Well this is quiet obvious, she loves the cold, and doesn't get cold as easily as others, in fact it is practically impossible for her to get sick.
♦Pain Tolerance- For all the pain she went through as a child, pain still hurts her she just doesn't show it. Which makes some believe she has no ability to feel pain.
♦Brains- Strategy, sudoku all that sort of fun stuff, that is normally hard for most people to do- yeah she does it for fun.
♦ Hand to Hand combat- Due to the fact that Sythe doesn't wield a weapon, she's become rather swell at the ability of hand to hand combat, able to disarm a person inafew seconds, putting them on her level.
Weaknesses:(at least 5)
♦Loner- As stated before, Sythe is a loner; which puts her at a major disadvantage, for she can be jumped.
♦Physical Strength- Even for a demon, Sythe is weak- physically that is.
♦Fire- She just doesn't like it, overall. She doesn't like it for warmth or how bright it goes.
♦ Pain Tolerance/Blood lost- Due to her rare pain tolerance, she some times can forget how dangerous it is to have too many open wounds at once, so just stating that's how she can forget about bleeding out.
♦ Loyalty- This subject for her, is something she hates with all of her heart. She'd give herself to death to save her friends.
Powers:♦Transformation- She has a humanoid looking form, then a small dog form, the size of an average mastiff, then her “true" form, which is a wolf about the size of a horse. The beast is black, with blue markings adorned on her head. She is able to change to the beast at will, considering it is her true form.
♦Foul Blood- This is when she is bitten or scratched, her blood is more of a bother. For if it is swallowed, it can cause the person to immediately become sick. However for fire demons, this is delicious, rare. When it touches skin, it becomes something like a poison ivy on steroids.
Weapons:♦ Claws- even in her human form she has the ability to retract her claws, like a bee, if the claws get stuck on a person or thing, it sticks in, and it digs in the more the character attempts to get it out. Only another wolf demon, or Sythe herself can get it out.
History and writing
History (2 or more paragraphs):
Sythe had been born in the edo period, her father claiming to be the wolf god; Ookami, and her mother being an ice demon named Youko, she had been the daughter of the god of the sea, from a distant land called rome. Atleast her name had translated to Youko, she had been called the “Sun-Ocean-Child” she had migrated to China, where she had met a man at a young age, he had been perfect for her. Her father had warned her, if she would run away with this man, he would curse her and all of her descendants, not liking the man.
Her father, had known that his daughter, had fallen in love with the so called wolf god, Ookami, and was enraged, because he had betrothed her too aa warrior named, Hades. She had hit seventeen and she eloped with the man. The man had been so kind to her, she had instantly fallen in love with him, she had ignored her father, and as soon as he found out, he sent his sins on his daughter, but he did not have the curse on his daughter, he had not had the heart for it, for the unborn child she had been carrying, “Ookami” had found out, before her birth, so he simply, had to leave, to his own palace. Not having the heart to watch his offspring suffer.
His Love, had endured a painful birth, it lasting three days, Youko had died on the fourth.” Ookami’s “messenger had happened to be walking by, when he heard a child crying, finding the child, that Youko giving birth to a girl, he instantly ran to his lord, with the child, in arms. The whole kingdom was surprised by her beauty, but “Ookami” knew, he simply watched her day and night, for any deformities, well asides from the fact she often shifted from pup to baby, but other then that she had been fine.
She grew up fast in his kingdom, and when she turned five, she had been a sufficient killer, of the humans, finding them nothing but trash. Her father did not approve, and decided, with a heavy heart to send her to the human world, to roam on her own, this five year old killer. He sent her to a monastery, and told them. “Teach her good, or you will be a good dinner to her.” the monks only laughed, all but one. The next day everyone in the monastery had been destroyed, except the one who hadn’t laughed. The one who hadn’t laughed had been the” Ookami’s” messenger, the very one who brought her to her father as a child. She didn’t kill him, in fact he slowly started to train her, to become stronger, saner.
She had been able to control her urges to kill at the age of seven. She had been a happy child, and her black hair had always been neatly in a bun. She had even made friends with the villagers children. Now the feudal lord of the village, had heard from concern parents that a child, a demon child had been haunting the live stock. But no it had not been Sythe, although they all blamed her. All the acts of killing, had happened in the rain when the ocean was at it’s fiercest.
When she had turned ten, she was suddenly caught, while fishing in the pond, her fathers messenger had been there, and he did his best to fight against the humans, and it would seem he would be winning, but slowly the lord only sent more, and her teacher, her brother, her father, everything he was too her, was dead. She felt rage store inside her, and she attacked them. Ripping them in half, decorating the stream with their bones, and the rocks with their skin, and their organs on the trees. When she had came out of her rage, she simply threw up, over everything, and slept.
When she awoke, she had been twelve, and captured. First, she was transferred to the mountains, the travel was hard on her, it was a four day trip, without breaks, she and a few other demons, one had been a bird, of some sort, with ripped wings, the other had filled down horns, and the oldest looking was gasping for air a deep hole in it’s chest. But they walked, without food, she watched the oldest die first, the demon with the deep hole in it’s chest. Then the bird died, and soon it had just been her and the horned demon, on the second day, snow had came down, and a horrid storm came, she hadn’t saw the horned demon. She wouldn’t die, no not her. She was whipped, kicked, and forced to walk faster, they were trying to kill her.
She hadn’t died, and made it too the camp, she hadn’t eaten in a while, but hunger had yet to eat at her insides. She found it hard to walk though, but even then she was forced to. She found herself in a camp filled with demons. They had hopeless eyes, the camp was underground, with a few holes, to vent out the hot air, and give them oxygen. She had been locked in a cage, with a man. He had been older then her. He had frightened her, and she had stared far away from him, against the steel bars.
Soon a year had past, and she had grown to it, she had her shoes taken from her, for that was the only way to prove she was a slave, and the man still hadn’t talked to her. All they were was locked in the cage, so she stayed quiet, until on her birthday he said one thing to her. “Happy Thirteenth birthday, Sythe-chan.” she ignored him, until he spoke again, and it would seem the clouds darkened, and snow struck the ground viciously. She turned to him, then looked down. She couldn’t bare to look at him, with his glowing yellow eyes. What type of demon was her? She hadn’t known, she didn’t care. But he had known her name? How so..?
He had a collar around his neck also, but it was rather larger, then hers. He smiled. She looked up, and he was only inches from her face. “Welcome to the death club, my child.” he spoke, and rested his hands on her head, she looked up. She was shaking, and then suddenly she had been calm. She stared up to him. “Who are you?” “It’s a shame..” “Who are you?” she asked again furrowing her brows. He continued on.” That you wouldn’t recognize your own brother..” she stopped then looked down. “I didn’t know I had one…” she spoke, before looking down. “We have the same mother, she just liked you better, she died for you…” he growled, then she felt her neck be snatched, as she was tossed against the wall. She could only yelp innocently. “She left my father, for yours, and she died for it.” he growled and she stood up. That seemed to anger him. As she was kicked against the bars of the cage, she looked up and she felt herself being grabbed by the throat, as she was thrown against the bars, then with a snap, she had been thrown past the bars.
Guards came, as she stood up. Her so called brother had been bleeding, his head on the ground. “That girl..she, she attacked me..” he murmured. She glared at him, feeling hate absorb her. “Why you little-” she felt a pain in her stomach, as she was slammed against the wall, by a knee to her stomach. She felt it hard to breathe, spitting out globs of spit. She gasped for air, as she was grabbed by her shoulder and slammed to the ground, as they dragged her away. She felt the velvet tears run down her cheeks, as she was dragged, they made sure to slam her head against every bump and crack in the area.
She had turned fifteen, and she had been working in a house. Her shoes were off and she had been barefooted, the lord of the house, had been a demon, that’s what the humans called them, the children of god’s, they were demons. She found it humorous. She had scrubbed the ground, and obeyed every order that had been called to her, yet every day she got beats. Even though it had been better then two years ago, she had known she was a slave, as her brother said, the “Death club” it was a life member ship, the object that had been offered, was pain.
She still bore her collar as a slave. But one day on her way to scrub all the windows in the castle, she had counted, three thousand and fourty two small ones, three hundred decorative one, and five hundred large ones, the large ones she usually cleaned while watching the soldiers train. She had been walking, when the great doors had opened, a new scent lingered in the air, it smelled of earth, fresh waters and lavender. The smell made her nose twitch and a smile go on her face, accompanying the other smell was the smell of morning dew in spring time, and a winters night. She had usually obeyed orders, but it was worth to figure out the scent. Following her nose, she found herself at the main halls of the room, she saw the doors open, and two men walked in. They were both gorgeous.
She had been in such an awe of the beautiful creatures, she did not call them men, no they had to be gods. She dropped her stuff, her eyes widening, as the guards had rushed over to her, and they kicked her until she would bow to the two, she looked up, her ears down, and her tail between the her legs. “Curiosity killed the cat.” She saw the silver haired man speak, he stayed behind the other man, the one with purple eyes and a blank stare. With one wave of his hands, she was able to stand up, because he had been gripping her chin tightly, her blue eyes locked in a stare down with his own purple gaze.
It seemed time would have stopped, and he dropped her without a word and walked off. She wanted to chase after him, him and his lovely scent, but the guards had grabbed her, and she felt her daily beatings, times by four. She had been kicked to the ground. Tears filling her eyes, and she finally spoke, with out three years of talking she called out to the man. “Take me with you!” she cried, he seemed to pause, as she felt a harsh kick to her face, sending her to the wall, smacking her head off the wall with a hard blow. Everything was so fuzzy, but she managed to make out, she was being picked up, and thrown against the wall, as she saw a fist being thrown at her. She closed her eyes, but felt no pain.
She had woke up, she had been moving, but she hadn’t been walking, she had her eyes still locked shut. She smelt the beautiful smell of a spring morning, and a winters night all at once. She felt herself snuggle deeply into the silky hair. She blinked, awakening, to see silver. She blinked, then pushed off, falling to hard ground. She blinked, in front of her was the blind silver haired man. She felt herself hug his ankles, and kiss his feet, graveling before him. “I am sorry, I am a heavy pathetic burden..” she cried, her head rubbing deep against the ground. As she prepared herself to be kicked, or stomped on. She rather be kicked though, because stomping was the weight of the person times two with gravity. She winced, waiting, but nothing came but the soft chuckle, then another deep chuckle came with it. She shyly looked up, and she saw the silver haired man crouching down in front of her, his hand out for her to grab.
Had this been a trick She stared at the blind man, and he seemed to tilt his head. “Come on, I am not going to hurt you.” he spoke, and she slowly, hesitated then grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up. She paused. He smiled, then seemed to tilt his head again, his hands running over her face, he frowned, then licked his hand, brushing off whatever dirt seemed to be on her face. She paused, and his hand traveled up to her head, then her ears. She felt them pres against her head, but he seemed to scratch against the back of them.
She pressed her head to his hand, and he paused, then a voice called out. “Hibiki, come on. You too.” came a strict voice, she tensed up and listened. “Yes, Kiyoshi-sama.” he called, as he followed her. She stopped and looked too Hibiki,a s they watched, he seemed to sense her eyes on him, and he tilted his head “hmm?” “Ah, wha, whe, why am I not with my master?” she questioned. “You are, Kiyoshi-sama bought you.” he spoke. She blinked. “O-Oh…” she whispered, looking down, feeling tears attack her eyes, and fall down. The man named Hibiki’s nose twitched, and he blinked. “Do-Don’t cry!” he said, “Kiyoshi-sama saw how brutal they had been treating you, so he stopped them, and bought you.” he said, as he hugged her, then quickly hurried up and walked with his master.
She blinked, and she followed, after the man named Kiyoshi, looking down, like a scolded dog, and her feet dragging against the ground. Hibiki seemed to notice this, and he fell behind, and nudged her side softly. She winced him hitting a bruise, he tilted his head. “Don’t be sad…uhm, what is your name?” he questioned. “Sythe.” she spoke, quietly. “Okay, Sy-chan! You don’t need to worry about Kiyoshi-sama, he is a kind lord. I don’t think you remember this, but the guy was going to punch you in the face, and he stopped him, then killed the guy. “ he whispered. She blinked and stared at Hibiki he did that..for her?
“But I am just…a slave…” she spoke, then she hit a hard brick wall, or was it a tree, blinking she saw that the man, Kiyoshi….Kiyoshi-sama, had stopped abruptly and he turned to her. “You are free, but when I wish for you, you are my slave. You will not be beaten, you will be fed, and clothed.” he spoke. Before staring up to the sky. “We camp here, Hibiki.” he said with a cold voice, she blinked, then got ready to start up camp. Hibiki stopped her. “Just relax, Okay. I will get everything.” he spoke, then ran off.
~
She had turned eighteen She had been under Kiyoshi, and all he had done is asked her to stay within the castle walls. She did, his castle was gorgeous. Hibiki trained her, he had been a bat demon. She had been skilled in short swords, double bladed, dual wielding, it had been called, and hand to hand combat the best. Hibiki had explained, he had not been blind, but the sun could make him blind, even the moon, he had been beaten as a child, and raped by his father, but Kiyoshi had killed his father, and he had been forever in Kiyoshi’s debt. At first, she thought Kiyoshi and Hibiki were a couple, but Hibiki made it clear, that they weren’t, by puking up his breakfast, when she asked. She had been oddly relieved, as she grew up, she hardly saw Kiyoshi, so she asked if he had been a demon, and he simply stated he hated, something else, not a god, not a human, and not a demon. Too kind to be a demon, to nice to be a good, and too strong to be a human.
She hadn’t asked what he was, she was too afraid after he said that. One odd night, on her nineteenth birthday, Hibiki had been sent off on a peace mission, and she had been wandering the nights, where she saw him, the first time she had saw Kiyoshi-sama in a few months. She had dropped to her knees, and she bowed. He seemed to stare at her, with his blank eyes. Then she stood up, never locking eyes with her again. “sythe.” he spoke, his voice seemed to be on an edge. She blinked, her left ear twitching . She blinked again confused, as his hand ran down to her chin, running along her jaw bone. He seemed to be brought to tears at the words she spoke. “What is the matter, Kiyoshi-sama?” he turned, “I have been watching you, Sythe.” he spoke.
Her heart seemed to stop. “I want you gone, or else I will send my men to kill you.” she stopped, then felt him break her very spirit at those words. She let out a cry, and it seemed to echo through the air. She charged at him, he simply side stepped. “I thought you were different!” she charged again, her claws poised to kill. He took another side step, grabbing her arm, with one hand, then her shoulder with the other, pushing her to the ground. “I thought..” she felt herself sob, and she turned around and sliced, it racked across his cheek.
“I thought..” she staggered, as she went to slice his shoulder off, he grabbed her arm, and he gripped it tightly. “I thought…” she spoke and fell to his knees. “That I loved you.” he seemed to paused. “Leave.” he added.
Her eyes snapped open, “Sythe” she heard her comrade call, a raven demon, named Kirra, they had taken over a castle in the woods. She had been dressed in samurai’s armor. She had been asleep, the nightmares of her past…plaguing her. She sat up, “time to kill some,trash.” she spoke, as she jumped on a rooftop. This was her pack, this was her home. Her PACK , her pack of misfits. This was her war. She jumped to the ground. She ran into the battle field, telling her friends to leave. They listened. What they did to anger so many lords…they killed, they did anything to show humans, they were the monsters that everyone thought they were.
At first, the warriors, seemed to be ready, and they charged into the forest, she was alone, she took on at least one hundred of them, two hundred, three hundred, the hoards came and came, eight hundred, one thousand, three thousand, until she was kicked to the ground. She blinked, standing up. Her eyes wide. “Hi-Hibiki…” she spoke, as she found herself being rushed from behind, she grabbed the blade moving it up from her heart to her shoulder, it impaling itself into the ground. She woke up a few months later, her men had died protecting her, and they had dragged her to this hut with the last of their breath.
