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INSTRUMENT: Meowitzer

STYLE: Felid Form

GENRE: Arcane Crackshot

LEITMOTIF: Feline's Fortune

PR: Handcuffs (10), Fuzzy Cuffs (20), EMP Grenade (40), Self-defense Weapon: Baton (20), Medical Supplies (10)

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MAIN GOAL ⫻ Immediately, Eksa's goal in life is to help others. Though, in truth, she isn't really the kind to stew too much on what she should be doing with her life - but being that she has achieved a healthy education that now allows her to operate in pharmaceuticals, this aforementioned goal could be considered well underway. If she were to really think hard on it though, she could suppose her life has other purposes. She has always had an interest in the paranormal world she's involved with, but has had little extra time to explore it to a deeper extent. Acclimating herself further to such a realm could be a worthwhile adventure.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Eksa's philosophy is straightforward, yet compassionate. Oftentimes, things just.. happen. Not particularly because they're supposed to, or because someone or something deemed it so - but because they just do. And it can be unfair, and often is. But no matter what happens, perseverance is key. There is always a path ahead, no matter how hidden or treacherous. And there is always a second chance. And there is always someone out there who will stand by your side. Somewhere.

SECRETS ⫻ Eksa has.. a complicated relationship with who she is. Her personal deformities haunt her, and make her extremely self-conscious. Gazes and glances unnerve her, and talking in front of groups is.. unpleasant, to say the least. She doesn't trust others not to judge her for her distorted self, and as such, tries not to get too attached to people. Additionally, Eksa blames herself, in part, for her mother's passing.. if only she had been more careful, or.. been better, her mother would still be alive.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Eksa is bisexual, with a lean towards women. Though she could never see somebody liking her back, given her condition.

FEARS ⫻ Eksa is plighted with a few irrational fears, due to her past disturbances. She's an insomniac - she dreads sleeping, as she once suffered a coma that left her unable to help her mother in her most difficult moments - a fact that has lead to countless sleepless nights. The thought of never waking up terrifies her, as well. She also has a bit of an aversion to open flames -- not as severely as she fears sleeping, but enough to make her want to distance herself physically from such things. Additionally, she also fears that she will never be seen as normal. After her accident she has, in part of her own doing, never really re-acquired any friends. This has altered her perception of herself.

REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Eksa' reputation with the old coven was pretty amicable. She was a friendly, adventurous sort with a fondness for learning about the other coven members and their paranormal features. She wasn't one to make many enemies.

ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ Eksa's abilities as a black-lux adept were rather helpful in the battle against the stygian snake. With a penchant for manipulating apparitions, Eksa was quite influential in their skirmishes with the snake's abominables and apparitions.

FLAWS ⫻ Eksa is, moreso than others, secluded. She has trust issues, is quite self-conscious of what others thing of her, and has made no real bonds with anybody since she was a teen. Her issues and anxieties have warped her since her childhood and have her sheltering her adventurous, fun-loving nature in a shroud of cagey uncertainty. Furthermore, she has been secluded from the paranormal world for a time, in favor of her education and work. She has, however, ensured her own paranormal abilities never get too dull.

The tale of Eksa's life stems from a simple, if tragic, set of circumstances. The tale of two lovers - Ava Thresh and Mac Grieves - who knew no true love. In truth, Eksa's conception was unintended, brought on by the aforementioned two while Mac was visiting The States from Scotland. After his departure, it was brought to his and Ava's attention that she was pregnant. But where Mac had no intention of being a father, Ava was excited -- she had always wanted a daughter.

But fate would have it that she was ill-suited for motherhood. Her history of addiction and substance abuse wasn't something that was so easily cleansed by the pure-hearted desire to be a mother - no, in fact, the stresses of pregnancy and impending motherhood were vectors through which she would collapse to her old vices. She would, once again, enter a state in her life where her cares were few and irrational. Which left Eksa, newly-born, effectively motherless.. But she was fortunate enough that Mac, hesitant as he was to be involved in paternity, was not without a heart. He was her biological father, afterall, and he would see to it that she wasn't left to the mercy of the system, or some relative he'd never known.

And so Eksa grew up under his care in Glasgow, Scotland. Into her teens she would be seen-to by Mac Grieves and the company of his estate. Mac was a wealthy man who, although initially reluctant to raise a child, had a big heart, and accepted nothing but the best for his daughter. Their home - a mansion. Her schooling - the best. Her hobbies - droned over by her father, when he had the time. Luckily for her, his time was often consumed by his work as some sort of medical professional, as he said. So, while the circumstances behind her birth were perhaps contemptible, she grew up cared-for better than most. And this peacefulness of sorts lasted well into her teen years -- until she received unexpected correspondence - from her mother.

Over the almost-fifteen years of Eksa's life, she had never met Ava. Mac, in protection of his daughter who had been endangered by Ava's actions, hadn't allowed it. It was something daughter and father had argued over sometimes, but it had never really been a real issue, or something that even mattered that much, until now. With the correspondence came a request - Ava wanted to see Eksa, and not just for a meet-up. She wanted to be back in the girl's life. After almost an entire year of arguing, bickering, and the arduous convincing of Eksa to Mac, he finally folded. The decision was reluctantly made - the girl could, temporarily, move to The States and spend a semester with her mother.

And so she did - and one semester turned into several, even.

Eksa moved to St. Portwell, Oregon, and she.. liked it. It was weird, living with a woman who she.. never really knew, and was supposed to be her mother, but.. she did like it, nonetheless. The States were an adjustment, sure. But she grew to form a bond with her mom than one might expect of a daughter-mother combo. And while the schooling adjustments were equally, if not moreso, difficult, she found the people of St. Portwell to make good friends.

And even amongst all the acclimations she had to do, there was something more important, still. She had to hide her paranormal status from her mother. Being paranormal was something that she had ascertained only a year or two before moving to the U.S., triggered through a kindling event stemming from an exceedingly heated argument with her father over whether she should really see her mother. Fortunately, Mac himself had a hand in the world of the paranormal, and was there to guide her. Now was the first time she would have her own independent responsibility over her paranormal side, away from her father. And what better time was it to find similarly-afflicted individuals? It was during this period at St. Portwell that she'd make a number of advancements in her own paranormal abilities, as well as a few friends.

And for a time, her life was pretty happy, if weird. But fate always had its ways to turn the tables.

Towards the end of two years spent in The States, events took place that would quickly spiral Eksa's life into tragedy. The town was plagued by a paranormal enemy the likes of which Eksa could never have imagined - something that would spell the end of all she grew to know, should it not be stopped. But there were those who wouldn't just stand aside for such a fate- and those few managed to form a group called The Sycamore Tree Coven, which Eksa was recruited into. And for the purpose of stopping this enemy, Eksa made a sacrifice that would scar her for the rest of her life. In the battle against The Stygian Snake, Eksa fought hard.. and fell harder. She, at a point, managed to find herself outmatched by one of the Snake's abominables, and was struck unconscious in the midst of a burning building. She was fortunate that, in the chaos, someone was able to get her out of the danger, but by that time, the damage was done. Smoke inhalation and heat-damage had her hanging onto her life by a thread.

After then, she was rendered unconscious for months. Her father, upon hearing the news, immediately had her seized from wherever she was being treated and took her under the care of one of his own personal facilities - though not before doctors at a St. Portwell hospital deemed that Eksa's circumstances seemed insurmountably grim. Which was simply too much for her mother to handle.

By the time Eksa awoke, months later, her mother had fallen to her vices once again. And this time, they took her life. Eksa was stricken with overwhelming grief at the news, even as she spent the next few months in physical rehabilitation. It took some time for her to recover, both physically and mentally, but she could only imagine that her mother would wish the best for her and would want nothing more than her to live on.

And that she did.

In fact, Eksa was far from one to allow her tragedies to define her. Even before her final steps to recovery, the girl took it upon herself to continue her education - and her education was promising. She had always been a bright girl, but the vigor with which she applied herself after she got back into schooling was.. galvanizing, in a sense. She continued her path from where she left off - seeking virtuosity in the field of medicinal sciences, like her father.

And like her father, she would succeed. She was a quick learner, deft worker, and attentive colleague as she worked her way into the field as she, after many years, graduated from a Scottish university with several degrees - a doctorate among them. And from there she achieved her "dream profession" of becoming a pharmaceutical chemist.

Present day, Eksa enjoys a comfy lifestyle and a flexible job, and lives peacefully in Glasgow, Scotland.

Though, with a recent revelation brought to her attention by Auri Auclair, who managed to track her down, the members of her former coven were being.. murdered. Why? Who knew. But she doubted that someone so unhinged as to systematically kill a group of people would be hindered by the fact that she no longer lived in the states. No- that was little comfort, and as such, it seemed she'd be revisiting the states once again, to meet up with Auri and whoever else she'd gathered. The idea of getting brutally murdered wasn't one that was on her bucket list, so it was up to them to figure out how to stop it.

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Black Lux. Eksa's channeler is her mother's medallion.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Eksa is a Black-Lux Adept with a strong aptitude for manipulating apparitions. She has dabbled very lightly in the black lux's necromantic side, but never developed it much.



LIMITS ⫻ Eksa's Dominion is a spell which requires most, and sometimes all, of her focus, and engages her in a metaphysical battle with the target. This means that particularly strong-willed apparitions can overcome its effects, in which case her most potent spell is rendered ineffective. Amplified Sealing, due to it simply enhancing a sealing ritual, is obviously useless without the prep time required to set up the process. Seek Apparitions, while wide-sweeping and thorough, requires Eksa to define specific parameters -- she must look for a specific known apparition, an apparition capable of a specific feat, or an apparition with which she or her companions are partially familiar. The Black Pact is a spell limited only by its application - it serves only to ensure one keeps their word, even if they don't intend to. All participants, of course, must be willing and knowledgeable of all caveats, and are supernaturally informed of such things once a proposal is made. The Black Shroud is limited mostly by its specificity as a tool against apparitions. In any other capacity, it is useless. It is also noticeable that Eksa cannot use Dominion while using the Black Shroud for obscurity.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

Eksa is accompanied, without fail, by a companion-apparition.

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20mm Autocannon
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Warg's color code is 3D5540.

Lyall was, in their creation, a property of an independant cloning facility. Said facility was an employ of a promising upstart cloning company, and Lyall was, depending on how you see it, unfortunately the first of the facility's prospective batch of first-series vatborn people. Said company wasn't capable of continuing its productions, or even finishing the production of Lyall themself, however, as it was unexpectedly caught in the crossfire of a series of riots, military responses, and, ultimately, gruesome warfare. In fact, the facility itself was victim to a series of bombardments which ultimately left it in complete disarray.

It was in the disarray and rubble that Lyall found themself, bruised and bleeding. They were scared, confused, and in pain. As soon as they had been thrust into the world they had been crushed by it. Their vision was fading as they heard voices growing ever closer. Mere moments before they lost consciousness, Lyall was found. Found by.. a soldier, of some kind. His face and voice were rough, but his eyes were.. kind. A concerned gaze directed at them.

It was at that moment that Lyall met who would become, for all intents and purposes, the only parent that they'd ever know.

During the time it took Lyall to recover, they came to know the man as Arvid Andersson. A Mekhanaut who served the Sirian Empire, as his fathers before him had.

In the following months, and then years, they grew to know eachother, even if most of the time it was through radio communication, due to Arvid being away from home, fighting. During this time, having nothing better to do, and seeing it as one of the only logical things to do, Lyall learned all they could about the world around them - taking a particular interest in their newfound father's line of work.

And that's most of what they did for almost five years, day after day - study and chat, with just him. Until one day, their father stopped replying. It was a number of grueling, worrisome months before their father's station contacted them. He was gone.

It was difficult for them to accept. But it wasn't long before the situation was forced.

Naturally, the empire wanted to service Arvid's Juggernaut again. But Lyall wasn't ready to let it go. It had been the only thing which they'd known to rival Arvid's care for Lyall themself. The mech was important to him - and so it would be important to Lyall, too. In a moment of rare hastiness for Lyall, they attempted to enlist themselves into the Sirian military. Fortunately, they were more prepared than most. Passing the initial exams with flying colors, Lyall was readily accepted as a trainee Mekhanaut and started their journey in their father's footsteps.

Aaxie is, by design, a domestic android. The domestic android virtually always leads a life of servitude - commonly relegated to a position of stewardship in which they are at the beck and call of their possessors. Whether they lie in the hands of a corporation, military outfit, or even individual estates, androids are seen as little more than a tool, to most.

But to Aaxie and her possessor, this was not the case.

Aaxie's original possessor, Arlo Knewan, was what most people would call.. alien. Arlo's interests and beliefs were, more often than not, anathema to his station as heir to a corporation-share fortune. While his family lived the life of the cushioned elite, dining, spending, and living just as they pleased, Arlo wished to see the world through his own, unique lens. He held no desire to lead a cushy life and, instead, much to the horror of his family members, showed great interest in the mercenary corporation WOLFHOUND LLC, of all things.

Some of his more optimistic family members assured the others that Arlo's interest in such things were simply due to his youth, and that the romanticized versions of various 'mercenary corps' that were often shown in media would quickly prove to be too ugly for him to endure.

But they were wrong.

Nobody had really ever been close to Arlo, so it was difficult to tell what drove his ambitions. Whether it was a taste for adrenaline, simple boredom, or something more obscure.. his desire to involve himself in such perilous operations never waned. Not one bit.
But this just all goes to show how remote Aaxie's possessor really was. Where she comes in is just a few years after Arlo began operations within WOLFHOUND LLC.

Again, designed as a domestic servant, it took time for Aaxie's AI to learn that Arlo didn't acquire her for such purposes. He didn't intend for her to be at his beck and call. Instead, he procured her to fill really only one role - a friend. He was one of the few who viewed AI as beings not-too-different from humans.

For this purpose, she was suitable. While Arlo was out performing his mercenary tasks for WOLFHOUND, Aaxie was left behind at his base-of-operations, or wherever it was that he was based at the time, to her own devices. Over time, her AI developed and she began to evolve mannerisms, interests and such - but there was always something missing. There was no telling whether it was due to her base programming or just something that.. called to her, but she had a desire to serve. Eventually she managed to convince Arlo to let her serve in a capacity evocative of what a butler might look like. But he made certain to always remind her that they were friends, and she was not technically employed by him.

And so like this they lived for years, as Arlo served as a WOLFHOUND and Aaxie slowly branched out to the world around her. There were some rocky paths in their lives, but they always managed. Arlo always made sure to take care of her -- even after he was gone.

Some years into their friendship, a dark day fell upon Aaxie that would change the world she knew, at least in her eyes. She received notification that Arlo had fallen in the line of duty. Naturally, she was devastated. Lost. It was something she hadn't approached the idea of often, and she never entertained the idea of what she would do once Arlo was gone.

Under normal circumstances, a simple domestic android wouldn't be sent notification of an acquaintance's death. But Arlo was one with an uncanny sense of foresight. Before his passing he had systems set in place to take care of Aaxie. He arranged an intellectual ownership over Aaxie which protected her from repossession of any form after his death - and he arranged a will, even at his young age. Said will left Aaxie in possession of all his physical, monetary, and intellectual properties after his death - of which many had been sequestered away from his family through clever legal apertures.

With this in case, Aaxie was left alone with her previous possessor's belongings. And with them, she had no clue what to do.

Until she received notification of where the wreckage of Arlo's shell would be deposited. Then, wheels began turning in her head. Over the years, Arlo had commented to her, when prodded, that he never really had any specific reason for becoming a mercenary - it was just something that he.. decided to do. It seemed fate had deemed it something he was fit for, for whatever reason. And when Aaxie entered the wreckage hangar that held the remnants of his shell, and looked over it with teary eyes - something similar pulled at her.

It was common for humans to follow in the footsteps of another. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea if she did the same with Arlo.

And that was all years ago. Now, Aaxie has served as a mercenary within WOLFHOUND for some time. Several years as an independent operator - and now, very recently, she has chosen to adjoin with other mercs in a team known as Vulture Squad. Yet another path on the road which Arlo enabled her to travel - and there's no telling where it might lead her.

As a domestic android, Aaxie has no real special mechanical abilities, as most of what she was designed for could be done by simple human hands. She does, however, possess the ability to interface with almost all electronics. Additionally, she is blessed with all the capabilities and quirks one might expect from an android; being quite durable when compared to a human, having better senses and reactions, having infallible aim, etc. Some of these benefits are mostly useless to the pilot of a Shell, but they are there nonetheless.

Aaxie, by design, doesn't have many shortcomings. However -- nobody is perfect.
One of her primary weaknesses is that, outside of physical and electronical inspection, Aaxie is not self-aware at all. Her place in the social world is largely untouched by her mind, and she often acts with no regard for how people around her see her.
Additionally, though some may argue this a non-fault, Aaxie is quite selfless, which could lead to her own injury or endangerment.
As also noted before, Aaxie is a very subservient personality. She is unheard of for her to become angry, or yell at anybody outside of a combat setting. She will almost always socially defer to someone else if they push an issue.

Nothing, for now.

Kittyan appears to be mostly unremarkable on a physical level. He stands at a regular 5'10" and possesses an equally-regular, slim-ish build. His most notable feature outright is a section of snow-white hair that contrasts the rest of his medium-length, presentably-cut black hair. One will usually see Kit wearing darker colors in his wardrobe which, along with his hair, also contrast with his noticeably fair skin. He is never seen without the dark-lavender scarf usually draped around his neck.

Kittyan was born in the evergreen Veridian City to a loving father. His father - Charles - worked as a Pokemon researcher, specializing in Dragon-type Pokemon, and his mother was once a Pokemon Ranger, who sadly passed when Kit was born. Her passing caused Charles to develop a doting nature - or at least he got much closer to it with Kit than he did with Kit's older-brother-by-eight-years, Halyon. Halyon was allowed to embrace his free, adventurous spirit as a child, and as he grew. Kit was not.

Even from his youngest years, Kit was kept cooped-up in various libraries and labratories as his father labored away at his research, sure to never let the lad stray too far from his sight. This left Kit with little more to do than.. well, reserach things himself. Much to his father's enjoyment, books became a big part of Kit's life.
It wasn't entirely out of necessity-for-activity that Kit read, though. He soon came to find that he quite enjoyed learning. He was good at it. He absorbed piles upon piles of books - much to Charles' elation. He would often find himself surprised at the offhand comments Kit made that showed just how much he learned from his environment. Which, honestly, shouldn't have been that surprising, considering the seemingly boundless wealth of knowledge allotted to him through his father's work.

But, in the end.. books were just that. Paper and ink. He could absorb words all day and night. But it wasn't.. enough for him. How could it be, with the whole world out there for him to explore? It's what his mother sought to see, so why shouldn't it be the same for him?

In the months following his demand for more freedom, the relationship with his father grew strained. The older man would often brush off his son's questions by zoning in on his work - which served only to push Kit further towards the outside world. Eventually, it was enough.

Kit declared his intent to leave, much to the shock of his father. But there was no changing Kit's mind. He was leaving to see the world that his mother had loved so much. It was with great effort and urging that Charles managed to get Kit to wait for an upcoming visit that Halyon, who was on his own Pokemon journey, had scheduled.

It was at the tail-end of said visit that Kit bid a heartfelt farewell to his brother, his father, and the only life he'd ever really known. But during that fairwell he received a gift that his loved ones could only hope would keep him safe in the unpredictable wilds of Kanto. From his brother and father he recieved a pair of Jangmo-o - who were now old enough to depart from their family and start their own journey, just like him.

With this gift, and an unquenchable thirst for adventure, he set out on his own path. It's been but a few months since he began, and alongside him stands his faithful companions. And they're on their way to Mt. Moon.

The mostly-dark tones of Kittyan's immediate appearance do little to make him feel approachable, in combination with the stoic expression that usually graces his face. His features are not particularly soft or rigid, which can make it difficult to tell his emotions through his face, as any changes that get through would likely be subtle.

However, Kit isn't exactly a hardcase. While he has a mostly methodical and logical mindset, he only holds emotions at an arm's length because he is not accustomed to addressing the subject with people his age. This unfamiliarity extends to other interactions as well, as the nature of his childhood saw him left with few friends.

When it comes to his outlook on places and people around him, there's mixed emotions. While he's an incredibly adventurous soul and skips no opportunity to learn more about things, he also often feels awkward around others. The only intimate relationships he has experienced have been with family - his father and brother. As such, he can sometimes find himself flustered when faced with a social situation he doesn't know how to handle.

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Zeltzin doesn't really.. have a main goal in life, really. For most of it she just.. goes with what she's been given. She makes a living where she can and never really thinks too far past that point. But, if she had to think about it.. she really wouldn't have it another way - living life one foot in front of the other is probably what suits her best.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ What happens, happens. There's not much point in dwelling over things that have ailed you. Shrugging it off, shoving past it, or just ignoring your problems may not be the "healthiest" or whatever, but it works, for the mostpart.

SECRETS ⫻ Zeltzin has semi-recently developed a dependency for pain medication.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual

FEARS ⫻ Zeltzin's greatest fear is being left alone to cope with her pain.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Eleanor and Zeltzin had a deeply loving romantic relationship before Ms. Black's sudden disappearance. Before then, Eleanor was the only shoulder that Zeltzin could lean on after a brutal motorcycle accident left her leg ravaged. Eleanor was the only thing that drove her to get back in the saddle again, and for that, among other things, Zeltzin is forever indebted to her. After Eleanor's disappearance, though, Zeltzin has grown more and more bad-tempered and testy.

FLAWS ⫻ Zeltzin not only has a pretty short fuse and an unapproachable disposition, but is also a rather poor cooperator. She has her own reasons to look for Eleanor, and couldn't give less fucks about anybody else's. Additionally, she has a nasty addiction to painkillers, due to a piece of shrapnel imbedded in her leg having caused nerve-damage.

Zeltzin's upbringing was nothing if not a bit.. rough. It could've been worse - but it could've been much better - at least in some folk's eyes.

Being raised in a not-so-well-off area of town by a struggling single mother, she did not enjoy as many luxuries as others did, nor did she get to experience much of any sort of family dynamic. Her mother was always working to support them, leaving Zeltzin to her own devices. Growing up, she had decent grades and less-than-decent friends, with little desire to really change anything about her circumstances. She was just "content", if you could call it that. Ganging up with the "wrong" crowds didn't seem too bad to her - what wasn't there to like about booze, cash, and freedom from the expectations of bosses or whatever?

In fact, Zeltzin enjoyed the freedom of such a lifestyle so much that she had begun making moves towards becoming a career criminal, of sorts. She was making connections - connections that valued her ability to swindle, muscle, or otherwise acquire certain goods from certain crowds.

At least, that was true until she faced a brutal motorcycle accident that sent her directly into emergency care.

It took months upon months for her to recover. Considering the depth and severity of her injuries, which mostly encompassed her right leg, right arm, and torso, Zeltzin's doctors had a tough run of returning her to her former functionality. For the most part, she recuperated very well. However, the depth of damage to her right leg was quite severe - a few pieces of shrapnel having caused nerve-damage - and some of said shrapnel being inoperable due to its precarious location.

This left Zeltzin utterly defeated. She was physically broken and, though she wouldn't admit it, terrified of even thinking about riding again. And she would have been financially fucked, too, if she didn't have the connections she did to cover the sizable medical fees.

But.. fate did not have only destruction in mind for her.

Due to the long-term nature of her wound and the atrophy her leg went through as she healed, if Zeltzin wanted to ever walk or run again, physical therapy was a necessity. And that was how, through the contrite hand of fate, she met the love of her life - Eleanor Black.

Eleanor Black was her physical therapist, and eventually, a reason to carry on for Zeltzin. While it was rocky at first, they eventually began to fall for each other, and grew to be more than just therapist-patient.

Over a year later, the two moved in together. And Eleanor somehow got Zeltzin to get back in the saddle of a motorbike again. After a few years, Zeltzin had moved on to more clean enterprises - eventually earning a living through racing semi-professionally instead of the suspicious tracks she had been into before. Life was turning up for her.

And then.. Eleanor vanished.

Without a trace, the love of her life was gone. Zeltzin was worried. Confused. Angry. Eleanor never returned, and Zeltzin was heartbroken. Life had taken everything from her again. And this time there was nobody there to help her get through it.

After Eleanor's disappearance, Zeltzin's demeanor soured considerably. Her chill, carefree, adventurous bearing rotted away into something more.. cross with the world. Now, people only describe her as "surly", "crabby", or "asshole".

But, she still holds.. something close to her heart. As evident by her discovery of an online medium through which there were a bunch of strangers trying to find her Eleanor. If she weren't looking for it, she never could've found such a thing.

So, it seemed there was only one option.. she was going to Quintin, Louisiana. She wasn't going to let a bunch of strangers go on a manhunt for Eleanor without her. And.. part of her thought that maybe, just maybe, they could find something. Anything.

And not once did it cross her mind that she might not know Eleanor was well as she thought.

Technically, Zeltzin has been suggested a cane, but refuses to use it. She does carry it on her bike, though.

Shizuko's most immediately noticeable feature is her slightly unkempt, snow-white hair. It is cut short, and frames her heart-shaped face well, giving her a naturally soft veneer. Her usually-sober expression, as well as the two long-healed scars upon her face, however, betray this softness. Her dark green eyes contrast her white hair and pale skin, giving her a subtly alert look that some may not notice.

She has a slim but leanly muscular frame, which doesn't truly divulge her enhanced strength. She is, however, rather short at 5'4". She has a small-ish bust and a naturally healthy posture.

When it comes to fashion, Shizuko isn't particularly picky. She favors clothing which isn't too restrictive, as she prefers a more natural feel. This, although she is a modest girl, can make for some less-than-modest clothing choices at times, as Human social conventions aren't exactly her strong suit. Fortunately, her favorite outfit is only really revealing of her shoulders.



To mortals, Shizuko can seem liked a mixed bag. While the neutral expression that passively plays across her face doesn't exactly make her stand out, once one gets to know Shizuko they realize how buoyant and curious she can be. The girl quickly becomes attached to those who show her any form of kindness, or even attention for that matter - almost like a dog. She is obviously not well-accustomed to human social norms, as her understanding of personal space and privacy is quite limited. Oddly enough, the girl seems to see Humans, even those who she's just met, as some sort of close "cousin".
She's a very energetic girl, and her calm visage is easy to break into excitement or curiosity.

Despite a somewhat-airheaded nature, Shizuko is rather good at her duties as an operative. She's observative, intelligent, and has great instincts. Her normal demeanor does not betray the fierceness with which she defends her friends and those she is charged to protect.


Being the close child of a god, Shizuko's life up to this point has been, perhaps surprisingly to some, largely uneventful. She was upbrought within the realm of her father, Horkew Kamuy, and as such has been rather sheltered, unexposed to the realm of Humans for the most part. Growing up alongside her many brothers and sisters isn't what one would expect. The duality of their nature made it a bit weird - some of them preferred their human forms, where others preferred the canid ones. Because they lived within the luxurious realm of Horkew Kamuy's shrines and traditional mansions though, they had little to worry about in regards to social norms - and followed more of an animalistic style of communality.

Shizuko found herself somewhere amongst the top third in the social ranks of her kin. She wasn't as strong-willed as some of her brothers and sisters, but she was moreso than most of them. This led to an interesting proposal of sorts as the girl grew older. Horkew Kamuy was renowned for his amiable relationship with the human realm - it was where his wife came from, afterall - and as such, it wasn't rare for him to send aid to the Humans in times of need. Considering his children were of Yokai-Human blood, it was less likely that they'd be treated poorly as well. These facts made it a sensible proposition to send his children down to help protect both the lives of Humans, as well as Yokai.

Shizuko was one of these chosen children. She has been living in the Human realm for about a quarter-year, training and working as an operative of the Akasha Agency - to ensure the safety of her Human ancestral-half. She occasionally visits her kin, and regularly communicates with them through prayer.







▸ Wolf-God Child ◂
Children of The White Wolf God have a natural affinity towards the Arts, each one of them maintaining different propinquities based on their own personality. Each of them also possesses a deep-rooted well of spiritual energy fueled by the ancient anger of Horkew Kamuy himself, which can manifest itself differently in each of his children. In Shizuko, this well of energy manifests in raw physicality when she manages to unleash it. In addition, children of Horkew Kamuy enjoy enhanced senses and physicality in their human form, and can also shapeshift into the form of a wolf.


▸ Seihon ◂
Shizuko's heritage grants her affinity towards the Seihon school of arts, which allows her a number of restrictive and protective maneuvers alike. She uses this school in a unique way at times, especially when she unleashes her ancestral powers - reverse-engineering its teachings, one could say.


▸ Gishiki ◂
Children of The White Wolf God are usually well-learned in the art of diplomacy between Gods and spirits, seeking to keep healthy relationships with them and never wishing to step upon their toes.

Name: Chise Nozaki

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: Chise stands 5'4" in height and weighs about 124lbs, making him relatively petite. Despite this unimposing stature though, he carries himself with a form of unthoughtful confidence that one might expect to see from an especially-airheaded lion. Chise, though, is far from a lion. Alongside his petite stature he possesses soft features, and nape-length, unkempt black hair that frames his face loosely. This dark hair is in direct contrast to his fair skin and bright, blizzard-blue eyes, which look surprisingly piercing once focused on something. Additionally, the only musculature to his frame appears in his legs, and only due to the fact that he enjoys running. The accumulation of his features, alongside the fact that Chise likes to wear loose, "fun" clothing, leave him appearring quite androgynous - as most aren't even sure of his gender until they ask - and even then, he occasionally has fun with a little fib.

Personality: Were one to describe Chise's personality in one phrase, they might use the term "Wildcard". While this may appear to be true to anyone but his closest friends, there is some degree of nuance behind it. In truth, Chise does appear to have a care-free, bright disposition. He's very easily described as outgoing, and is often the most likely in a group to try and engage with others. He is a lover and proliferator of jokes and playful banter, and is always game for an adventure. It has been said by fellow students that one can rarely predict what Chise will do next.

Chise, however, is not one-dimensional. In fact, he is far more observative and thoughtful than one might think. One might even say he's too thoughtful. Verily, he takes any current situation in which he finds himself, and dissects it piece-by-piece in the back of his mind, almost like breathing. This meticulously thorough predisposition, while sometimes useful, is in reality a safety mechanism and leads Chise to be, in truth, rather paranoid. He takes into account and tries to prepare himself for all possible outcomes or events that can occur with a situation - regardless of how unlikely they are. This leads Chise to be somewhat untrusting of others, and he tends to keep people at arms reach, even if he might seem to be outwardly chummy.

Skills:

• Quick-witted: Chise's mind is quick when it most needs to be. He's capable of thinking and reacting quickly to things others might not. His mind explores multiple avenues of possibility at any one time.
• Quick-footed: Chise's body is equally fast. He possesses a quick step, and while he's not particularly athletic, he is accustomed to running and feats of parkour; pasttimes of his.
• Physics nerd: While some might not see it as that useful, Chise is an absolute physics-nut. His grades in physics class have always been superb, and he readily sees ways in which any physics-based tasks can be engaged - which is quite useful for performing creative pranks.

Equipment:

• Snacks (Gum, Pocky, Lollipops)
• Super-bouncy balls
• A small pocketknife
• Rubberbands, Glitter, Balloons ("prank items")

Echo:

• Name: Providentia
• Appearance:
  Providentia [+]

  Coin
  
• Abilities: When manifested, Providentia splits into two pieces - the first being a coin through which a portion of Providentia's exceptional vision is imparted to the wielder - and the second being the main body of the Echo itself.
  • When looking through the coin, in a similar way as a monocle, it grants the wielder a weak spectral vision of what will happen at that specific spot a couple seconds ahead. The coin can be manifested seperately from the crow, and also works as a monocular.
  • The main body of Providentia, the crow, possesses a stronger sense of future-sight, as well as the ability to fly, naturally. It also boasts good physical stats - but its abilities currently end there.

Brief Backstory: Even from a young age, Chise had little going for him. He was borne to a household in which he saw no mother, and the presence of his father did little to make up for it. The man was abusive, and Chise had little reasnoning as to why, even to this day. Despite the seeming lack of logic behind such treatment, Chise eventually began to adapt to the cruel reality he was dropped into. Over the years, he grew capable of escaping and sneaking past the various abuses he would otherwise endure.

This growth, however, didn't come without its own price. Many defense mechanisms were buried within him as he found his way to relative "safety". He changed - and, in truth, one can never know who he would have grown to be without such mechanisms and developed mannerisms. Nevertheless, even if he grew further from his father and the old man grew less interested in directly abusing him with age, the damage had already been done -- but Chise was an.. oddly joyous-seeming personality. Something that he, in the back of his psyche, recognized as a coping mechanism. But what reason had he to fight it?

Eventually, when he grew old enough, he made the decision himself to move in with his Aunt. And it changed everything for him. Well, almost everything - he still had his.. damages. But, hopefully.. that was all behind him now.

Having now lived with his Aunt for a bit over a year and a half, Chise has been able to pursue more and more things that make him happy as time goes on - and his grades have even gone up, too! Now though, he searches for something that really uplifts him on a deeper level than shallow things like his current hobbies of parkour and playing dress-up.