Name: Kurohime Tsukiko
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
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Weapon: Katana
Power: Shadow manipulation
Orientation: Unsure (seems to have a fondness for other girls, though she doesn't speak much)
Blood type: B-

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[i]Like a ghost from the fog of a cemetery, a girl emerges from the thick, malevolent shadows writhing about like incensed moths around a flickering candle in the darkness.  Her hair, as black as the feathers of ravens, shimmers in the mysterious moonlight, and her eyes...as red as blood....they are filled with such malice, and yet...such loneliness.  Rarely does she speak a word to you, nor does a smile cross her petite, subtle pale lips.  You can tell...she is in so much pain...so much suffering, but....that doesn't change the fact....you're soon going to die.  She approaches you, slowly, her frail hand with skinny, steely fingers slipping around the handle of her katana.  Without a moment's notice...the blink of an eye....you're run through.  Blood seeps from your lips and pours down your midriff in a river of crimson sorrow.  She pushes the sharp, insidious blade closer into you till it pierces through your back, your terrified screams...becoming desperate whimpers as you fall towards her, on your knees, eyes wide in terror.  Her face is close to yours.  You can see the misery welling in her soft ruby eyes.  She gives you a tender kiss on your lips....and a final whisper...[/i] [color=ed1c24]"I'm sorry..."[/color] [/hider]