((Note: 
Available for Role Play. Preferably 1v1
Demonic/Angel, Demon hunter, somewhere along such lines?))


[u][b]Character Name:[/b][/u]
Himawari

[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u]
Female

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u]
11

[u][b]Occupation:[/b][/u]
Student
Intermediate in Herbology
Violinist

[u][b]General Appearance:[/b][/u]
Hair Color: Midnight Blue/Lavender
Eye Color: Varies between Grey and Blue
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/68/fd/b0/68fdb08b674be4661949695d1f7fda2e.jpg[/img]

[u][b]Fears:[/b][/u]
There are only two things that Himawari fears. The first is something that only she knows of, yet none others can see. The second, and foremost, is losing her favorite teddy that she 'rescued' from being swept away down a drain pipe. She does not go anywhere without it.

Don't.Mess.With.Teddy

[u][b]General Personality:[/b][/u]
As a child, one would think she'd be all bubbly and excited, running around playing with other children. She is quite opposite. At the top of her class, never failing or getting anything below an A+, she is rather advanced for her age. Smart, though quiet. Always keeping to herself and her studies (That almost seem to never end.) It is rare for her to talk first, and even more rare to claim someone as her 'friend'. Trust issues? Perhaps.
Inner Personality:
There is always a catch to something, isn't there? There is always, always something locked deep in the bellies of the mind. For Himawari, this lock is something that has been clawed at, smashed upon, everything..Yet to no avail of breaking it. The key has been lost for so long..
More over kept at bay from her.

[u][b]History:[/b][/u]
It is said that through certain years, one has no recollection of early childhood development. That is not the case for Himawari. She remembers every detail. Every voice, sounds, feelings..She remember the faces and names of those who first held her after she was born. Her parents, the doctors, the nurses.

The dark figures standing besides few of them..

Growing up, her development was, as stated, advanced. Yet that never stopped the dark figures from eerily watching her every day and night. They were a shadow's shadow, always following the human vessel. She thought it was completely normal for them to be there.

That was until the day she finally spoke of them to her parents. It was that night after she woke from an odd slumber, that she walked to her parents room only to find them dead.

She did not cry, and it was if she felt nothing. Fear, however, always seemed to creep out at the worst possible of times. For from the body of her father, the darkest of figures she'd ever seen - and no mere shadow- rose. The two stared, and Himawari turned and began to run.

The beast, of course..Was far stronger. It appeared her father had made dealings with one whom he should not have ever made contract with. Given he did not uphold said contract, the death of the family was imminent.

Himawari had one thing going for her, though. Her purity and innocence that all children have. Indeed, the beast did attack her, but such an attack was quickly demolished for it struck the barrier.

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She was badly wounded, her life draining so quickly before her. Yet she still held on. It was thanks to a young gentleman that she was taken to a hospital and treated for her wounds. The doctors and nurses asked her what had happened, but she said nothing. 'State of shock' they said.

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But it wasn't shock at all. Something was telling her to keep quiet and not speak. Something that was not of her own thoughts. And she obeyed.

Since that day or losing her parents, she had been an orphan. The servants, yes, took care of her. Though most had moved out of the home, leaving her to fend for herself. Which she did, quite well, too.

Each day she went to school. The same route..Same clean attire..Same expression void of any emotion..Many seem to have noticed her, at first..But now..They just walk by without a glance or care in the world.