[center] [h2] [color=ed145b] Hinako Kirishima [/color] [/h2] [/center] 

Names are concepts which derive themselves from the power given to them as an anchor of sorts to existences within the confines of the world. A name, according to a certain mythology, gives someone their purpose in the confusing existence that is reality. Therefore, the exchange of names could be considered an exchange of identity, processed only through the understanding of formalities. 

Hinako Kirishima, therefore, was something “unreal”. A fabrication that has managed to trick the perception of those around her in a caper greater than a bandito in the wild west. A nameless entity; a former god whose name was lost to the stretches of time, had given herself this pseudonym as a means to continue her existence, even if she was no longer someone to worship. 

Even if she wasn’t a deity any longer and had been brought to curve as a wandering spirit, Hinako still believed herself superior to all others around her. Even if they were the messengers of heaven themselves, she had been someone powerful enough to move mountains and part the seas through her own power. But that was long ago. A deity's power comes only through the number of people who adhere to their name. It has nothing to do with the actual quality of the deity. Even normal humans could be deified after death if their name carries the needed weight that a god would require. 

But Hinako was reduced to a single worshiper, and that single worshiper was herself. She had chosen to continue on existing through the belief in herself rather than fade into obscurity and die. Perhaps not unlike a cockroach trying its damndest to live, even through the worst conditions. 

[color=ed145b] “Where am I exactly…?” [/color] Hinako stated to herself in a confused tinge. There was no way that the former deity would have lost her way in a school, right? The classes were numbered, as were the floors. How could someone of such former prestige and esteem lose their way so easily?

[color=ed145b] “I guess I’m lost again ... tee hee.” [/color] 

It wouldn’t be the first time that Hinako had lost her way. There were a few times where she would accidently forget how to return back to her town and thus take refuge in any structure she could find at the time. But as a spiritual existence she did spook the locals of the area when she happened upon that. But it wasn’t as if she kept in the same place for too long after her place of worship was lost to obscurity. 

She was no one’s blowing wind. She was the lightning. She was no one’s autumn moon, she was the night. She is the highway. 

Even in her appearance, something that as a spirit Hinako hardly put time to consider as a presentation, was often a simple a simple tunic and hood that didn’t completely obscure her demi features, definitely didn’t allow for them to obviously be observed if she was to sulk into a crowd. 

But considering her coronation at the school, she decided to wear something more applicable to modern society. Though she was a bit afraid to use things like the “internet” or even “Watch television” she was able to find some apparel tips from a house she had visited in the past. A simple, short skirt with a blouse under a light brown sweater with black pantyhose that contrasted against her pretty, creamy white skin. In fact, it it wasn't for her ears and tail, one could hardly confuse her for something other than a normal school girl. 

Her tail swayed sadly in an almost hypnotic sense,her ears drooped over her head clearly showing something was wrong, even if she couldn’t directly tell others, 

[color=ed145b] “What should I do? Maybe I should ask someone, but I can’t say I’m too good at talking to people,” [/color]  she sulked. Of course, there was a time where the proud Hinako would have simply demanded the knowledge from others, but through her time as a drifter she had been instilled with humility.