Kisamaru

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• Playstyles Chart

  Always	Sometimes	Maybe	Never
  Always 3+ Sentences in RP Peaceful Roleplay	Sometimes War Roleplay Fighting Roleplay Intoxicated	Maybe Sexual Roleplay Cannibalism	Never School Roleplay Forest Roleplay

• Basic Stuff

  • Name: Kisamaru
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Vasilica
  • Race: Asian
  • Class: Brawler, I guess
  • Alignment: Neutral Chaotic
  • Age: Fairly Youthful
  • Body Type: Slim
  • Height: Just Below Average
  • Weight: Cat-Like
  • Complexion: Unhinged; Moonstruck
  • Hair: White
  • Eyes: Red
  • Handedness: Left
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Innocent Minded
  • Mannerisms: Having a blank smile

• Description

  Movements of cloudy description, a blank smile which always lay; Kisamaru. Short, purely blank white hair sways as if it was not affected by gravity, affected by every small movement she makes. If one were to touch it, they would think they were touching a dense air. The below-average-everything that composes an attractive and cute observation. Her hands show deadly claws that tear flesh like butter, and can transform with paws to match. She possessed pointy teeth that can peirce metal. Kisamaru is a melancholicly terrifying creature. She has two forms, but despises one that may be considered strong. She dawns a coat that flaunters blue, held together by golden buttons and an undershirt of white. Below that lay striped shorts which give full lee-way and maneuverability.

• Backstory

  Kisamaru lived a nice and peaceful life. She yearned to travel the world from her small town in the middle of nowhere. The world was pretty calm in the early 1800s. There was a man in that villiage whom was enthralled by Kisamaru's presence. Kisamaru truly talked to the man. Sure, she had spoken to him over small things, like helping her do things, or how the weather was, but they never became friends. Kisamaru's parents were never home, and so she'd have to chop wood for the fire herself, run the house, other things. She had become accustomed to taking care of herself. She would train herself in stamina and running a lot of the time. On one of her routine runs, she encountered a tiger. She immediately turned and ran, which she would later regret. She almost made it to her town before the tiger caught up with her. Blood was immediately spilled onto the dirt, the orange and white fur of the tiger stained red. She was killed. The man from before was devastated. His name, I should say, was Uneki. Uneki made it his life duty to bring Kisamaru back to life. He searched every book that he could get his hands on. That was, until he found the book. The Book of Revival. This was four years later. The book was an easy step-by-step tutorial. The first step read: "Find the remains of the person or animal. Surround it with fire, but be careful to not burn the body itself." And so, he exhumed the grave at midnight. The second step read: "Find what caused the death, and separate it into ten parts. Put it in the fire." And so, he ventured to murder the Tiger. He killed it, and brought it back in ten pieces. The final step read: Nothing. It was torn from the book. Uneki cried. He cried into the fire, so much, that it was extinguished. This was actually the final step. He had his eyes closed, so his death wasn't painful. The awoken Kisamaru wasn't Kisamaru. It was what is known as a chimera. The Tiger had merged with Kisamaru, and had ripped Uneki's neck from his body. She drank his blood, until she regained control. Her large paws receded to fair, human hands with enlongated fingernails. She was terrified, but overall, she didn't let it get to her. She continued her search and ambition to explore the world. In truth, she merely wants to find something to live for, despite killing the only thing that could have.