[hider=Sora Kimuri] [color=lightcoral]Name[/color]: Sora Kimuri [color=lightcoral]Age[/color]: 17 [color=lightcoral]Gender[/color]: Female [hider=Regular Appearance][img]https://i.imgur.com/2bdiUgo.jpg[/img][/hider] [hider=Hunter Form][img]https://i.imgur.com/zZexX2K.jpg[/img][/hider] [center][color=lightcoral]˚ʚ♡ɞ˚About˚ʚ♡ɞ˚[/color][/center] Sora was a lonely child growing up, after losing her younger brother in an accident. Her parents never fully recovered from the trauma, and thus were absent for most of her childhood. She grew to be incredibly independent from a young age as her parents seemed to just..give up on everything. She felt for them, and she felt the loss of her brother carried with her every day. But she had this built resentment for her parents for basically abandoning her. . That hate built into her colder exterior today. She had a very prim and proper attitude towards life, if it's not practical she doesn't need it. She had little to live off of and is very frugal as a result. She lived with her parents, when they were around, just outside of the city and closer to the coast. Most days her parents were just gone, so she would run out to the beach whenever possible. The sweet old ladies in her neighborhood would usually have dinner for her. Sora’s best memories were eating beef dishes while sitting on the concrete outside. Fireflies buzzing, and the sun slowly descending in the distant horizon. She took herself to school, did the chores around the house. She had no idea where that motivation came from, maybe spite? She wasn’t so sure herself but she kept on pushing. The few times her parents did come home, they were drunk and angry so she would just leave. No point in staying when they couldn’t come after her or have any real power over her. Now it's her final year in highschool. Nothing can stand in her way of getting into a good college. Anything to ensure that she gets to move far far away on her own. At some point Sora was rummaging around in her families attic. They had thrown together all sorts or random boxes. Some labeled as trash, others labeled for sale. She always used to like looking through them for hand me downs. Or things she could sell first honestly. She justified it by telling herself she needed the money more. At some point she came across an antique fan in one of the sell boxes. It appeared dingy and decrepit at first but Sora saw the potential. She hurriedly took it downstairs to clean. A little love and care and the fan looked good as new. She was delighted over her new find, but not for too long. A cheerful and excited voice came seemingly out of no where, causing Sora to screech and fly backwards. The fan laughed, bubbling about how long it had been since her original beauty was restored. After the fan somehow managed to calm Sora down, mostly by pleading for her to listen, it explained everything that had been going on. That Sora had been chosen and she was stuck with the fan now. Her gifts and the now “sacred” duty to be a hunter. She wasn’t too keen on being told what to do, or that she needed to do this as she was chosen too. Really she thought the whole thing was laughable at best. She ignored the fan for the time being, keeping it in the back of her head. Sora just didn’t want to deal with it. After a week she finally pulled the fan back out, demanding it to explain more. Once everything had been said to her, she couldn’t just put it out of sight out of mind. Eventually she accepted the deal, after a quick stint to the realm between. This explained a lot for her, everything she was seeing and hearing. She was still reluctant in her acceptance but she knew better then to ignore it at this point. She attached the small charm and dubbed her fan Senka. [center][color=lightcoral]˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Personality˚ʚ♡ɞ˚[/color][/center] Due to her upbringing, Sora didn’t have much of a social life. She tends to be more standoffish, seemingly unapproachable at times. She truly isn’t, but she has a habit of letting her resting bitch face stay up all day at school. She strives towards greatness, aiming to be the best at all times. She doesn’t like being vulnerable at all and hates to admit when she's wrong. Once you get to know her and be around her often though she’s messy, and loud and overbearing at times but she has the best of intentions. She just..doesn’t know how to express it. [color=lightcoral]Likes;[/color] -Elders, she has a soft spot for them -Mangos -Bunnies -Spicy Food -Pink -Sunsets -Feel good movies that make her cry, but she would never admit that. Ever. [color=lightcoral]Dislikes;[/color] -Alcohol -People who brag about their wealth -Ungrateful people -The dark [color=lightcoral]Fears[/color]: Ending up like her parents. [color=lightcoral] Abilities[/color]- Wind Manipulation With the ability to wield Senka, she can now manipulate and use wind to defeat whatever stands between her and victory. This can be used a versatile attack and defensive ability. Sora can either push her opponents away and create a quick wind ward in front of her when needed. Opposite to that, she can wield the fan offensively, using it to slice through the air for more pointed attacks towards her foe. [color=lightcoral] Dual Wield[/color] Senka is able to make a phantom replica of herself, allowing Sora to wield both fan in closer combat. Thought appearing to be made of a delicate paper, if you come too close you’ll quickly learn just how sharp the delicate fan blades are. [center][color=lightcoral]♡Tsukumogami♡[/color][/center] [color=lightcoral]Name[/color]: Senka [color=lightcoral]Item[/color]: Fan [color=lightcoral]Appearance[/color]; A Floral Fan, Delicately detailed with pink and red floral patterns. You can see gold trimmings and gold leaf designs etched along the edges. A rose quartz charm dangles from the handle of the fan, delicately shaped like a heart. It has the letter I etched into it, for her brother. [color=lightcoral]Personality[/color]: Sweet and gushing. Too much honestly for Sora, as Senka is a roller coaster of emotions. Very talkative and subjective to her mood or the environment that she is in. [/hider]