Apr 20, 2017 23:36:39 GMT -5
Post by Tanosii-ue on Apr 20, 2017 23:36:39 GMT -5
Play-By: With the rivers of unearthed dirt flowing between her toes she strolls along in her leather sandals and weathered armor. Tonasii-ue has had the phantom of reapers dripped into her and has turned her heart to a darker purpose than survival. (Artist Unknown)
Strength - 5
Speed - 5
Intelligence - 5
Endurance - 5
Agility - 5
Marital Status: Single
Description: Tonasii-ue walks with the elegant pride of a cast off princess that has no home. Strolling slowly and precisely with every step calculated. Anyone would assume by just her name that her stature is light hearted and witty. However, peering into her mellow river eyes would reveal the complete opposite. Looking into her soft brown eyes would reveal treachery and pain unmistakably splattered on her bloodied hands. She keeps her head down and her movements contracted so that pride emits through her arua not her expression. With pressed deep red lips that almost always align in a frown she speaks words of wisdom through her own downfalls. By averting her eyes when speaking she keeps her audience from feeling the the misery of a thousand dead souls. Her long, dusted, aborn, hair is collected neatly in a tight bun under her Kasa habitually after years of bloody battles. Even though she stands at only a mere 5’0 looking down at Tonasii-ue’s height with a mocking jeer would lead to that person finding themselves disembodied. Forced to run for her life Tonasii-ue has grown to have a very cut body with carefully etched muscles. The strength in her stance is a revelation to all warriors of the pain that can come from destruction and absence.
Weapons:Katana sword named Muramasa after the legendary swrod smith.
Apparel: Her shoulders are draped with the remains of her birthing cloth. A long grayish tattered cloak that she refuses to part with. Many times blood had been dried with its tattered ends only to leave a long lasting stain of death. Her breast plate does little to cover her body for protection along with her skimpy armor. Its only purpose is decoration she truly has no need for it. Chain gloves slink around her wrist and hands with her long red nails jetting outward. Along her long muscular legs are golden flames imprinted onto her skin. She walks on flat heeled leather sandals beautifully carved with the stories of the Shinigami who roam the earth.
Other: If her Kasa comes off and her eyes are revealed, death is looming.
Personality: Enslaved to her own deeply rooted emotions Tonasii often finds herself clawing through her day grasping for the light to begin a new. The only smile that creeps on her face is when blood and rain mix and the scorching flames of her tormented hands are appeased by the cooling sensation of destruction. Untrusting and judgmental aren’t good labels to fully describe her true nature. Simply putting it she favors her outspoken honest enemies and puts little effort into true friendships. Lastly, everything done is calculated into her last solution of who you are.
- Egotism in others
- Causual incounters
I'm not a hero.
Disposition to the Law:
In the beginning there was a door that led to everything else. The door was locked shut with no cracks of light to seep in. As hard as the girl pulled at the knob with all of her strength it would not open. So after a moment she stood back and looked at the door with a sad defeated sigh and turned her back to it. With a slow uneven pace she trailed her feet to the wall facing opposite the door. The sticky gray grim curled along her soft fingertips as she touched it gently. With a deep resigning sigh she pressed her forehead to the fifty paint and slowly fell to her knees weeping from her inner most parts. Her kidney ached and her lungs gasped for air as she felt her heart clawing for the last little scraps of love it could find on the dingy floor of her sunken mind. It was as if the room was growing smaller and smaller every waking minute she sat on the hard gravel floor mourning her loss. No strategy in the world could pick her up and comfort her, the only thing that could mend the broken pieces of her mind was the small fragments of found memories deep within her heart. A lost crushed soul with no hope and yet if she only knew the hope she needed was inside her and always has been.
'I promised I wouldn’t break the wall again because the last time someone got really hurt...and I couldn’t
stop it. Consumed by the anger and hatred that drove my inner demons I refused to confront. The confusion so surreal and yet I knew deep inside I wanted to touch it.No one feel life with velvet finger tips however everything seems to be pink! With a shaky palm I could see the beads of sweat slither down my forehead as I reached for an escape that last time. Screams ar an echo of my lost name as I hide in an eternity of lies. I figured out quickly that if I focused. If I got through the forced high I could shove out the words that needed to go to the wind. Then I would reach ecstasy...Time slowed down for me. Half my body was hanging on the edge and if I squinted my eyes really hard I could see the remnants of who I used to be.
The sands of time spit her out onto the world after her creation went arigh. A beautiful gracious angel that tasted malicious manslaughter and acquired a fondness or craving for it. Finally released from bondage like a newborn child to wreak havoc on man.