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Fading Memory
Hope this is okay! I know nothing about the setting this takes place in, but I do like the sound of it!
Name: Hirata Kiwako
Alias: "Kiwa"
Title: The Fallen Miko
Meaning: Kiwako "Child born on a border" Hirata "Peaceful field"
Species: Spirit
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Who has time for this?
Real Age: Roughly 400 years old
Age Appearance: 20-ish
Appearance:
History:
Oh why would you want to bring up such bad memories? Fine, I'll tell my story... Just don't tell it to anybody else, or I'll kill you!
I used to be a small god of a small Shinto shrine to the north. I used my Goshintai, a Sakura branch, to mingle with the people of the village, playing pranks on the children. My shrine wasn't big by any means, but was still worshiped because I was a god that could bestow fertility upon the land. It was a quiet, but pleasant existence for a god.
One year however, there was a terrible storm ravaging the lands. The heavy rain caused all the rice crops to fail. And for the first time in history, the village was struck by terrible famine. As only a small god, there was nothing I could do.
The villagers thought it was divine punishment. A small sect within the village stole away my Goshintai and carried it to a new shrine they had erected in my name. It was here that they began the heretical practice of blood sacrifices. I wish I could say that I stopped them at the time, but I had never felt such a surge of power before. It was intoxicating.
Their crops flourished, bigger and more abundant than ever before. But instead of turning back to the ways of old, the villagers too became hooked on their newfound bountiful harvests. The blood kept flowing and the harvest kept growing. It was a dark power that slowly corrupted me from within.
It wasn't until a year later that I woke up from my drunken stupor with a start. The villagers, eager to please the Daimyo with a harvest like no other before, decided to perform the ultimate heresy. Hungry for more wealth, they had brought a child to my shrine. Her tendons cut to prevent the girl from escaping, and were planning on sacrificing her in my name. It shames me that for a split second, I did consider what such power would taste like; but thankfully I hadn't yet fallen completely.
Enraged of their fallacy, I enacted my wrath on the village I once swore to protect. I killed and maimed, razed buildings and burned crops. By the time I was through, the once peaceful village looked like a battlefield as what few surviving villagers fled into the hills.
Returning to the shrine, I used what little strength I had left to heal the girl's wounds. Her last words before running away were "Be a good Miko..." Overcome with grief and guilt, I broke my Goshintai; the one item tying me to this world. For all intents and purposes, I died that day.
My case was an interesting one. The corruption was deemed outside of my doing, but they did find me guilty of not putting a stop to it sooner. Unable to come up with a solution, I was sent back as a YΓ΅kai; stripped of my sacred energy and left to be judged anew.
Personality |
+ Strives to do the right thing
+ Strong 'one for all' mentality
+ kind-hearted
- Cold and distant
- Little self-preservation
- Not entirely mentally stable
/ Extremely protective when it comes to smaller girls
Power and Techniques |
Spirit Class: C-class
Weapon(s):
Kogarasu-maru and Nuke-maru
"A storied pair of long and short blades said to have been owned by the Heike clan in times of old. The longer of the two, Kogarasu-maru (Little Raven) is said to have been forged using the feathers of a legendary raven from the sacred Ise Jingu Grand Shrine and bestowed upon the head of the Taira by the royal family; the shorter of the two, Nuke-maru (Quickdraw) was forged by a son of the famed smith Ohara Yasutsuna. It got its nickname when Taira-no-Tadamori was attacked by a great serpent and it leapt from its scabbard unassisted to protect its master. It is also known as Wither from a legend that if it was stuck into the ground at the base of a tree, the tree would brown and die by morning."
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EDIT: Oh snap this thread got active in the time it took me to write this!
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Name: Hirata Kiwako
Alias: "Kiwa"
Title: The Fallen Miko
Meaning: Kiwako "Child born on a border" Hirata "Peaceful field"
Species: Spirit
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Who has time for this?
Real Age: Roughly 400 years old
Age Appearance: 20-ish
Appearance:
History:
Oh why would you want to bring up such bad memories? Fine, I'll tell my story... Just don't tell it to anybody else, or I'll kill you!
I used to be a small god of a small Shinto shrine to the north. I used my Goshintai, a Sakura branch, to mingle with the people of the village, playing pranks on the children. My shrine wasn't big by any means, but was still worshiped because I was a god that could bestow fertility upon the land. It was a quiet, but pleasant existence for a god.
One year however, there was a terrible storm ravaging the lands. The heavy rain caused all the rice crops to fail. And for the first time in history, the village was struck by terrible famine. As only a small god, there was nothing I could do.
The villagers thought it was divine punishment. A small sect within the village stole away my Goshintai and carried it to a new shrine they had erected in my name. It was here that they began the heretical practice of blood sacrifices. I wish I could say that I stopped them at the time, but I had never felt such a surge of power before. It was intoxicating.
Their crops flourished, bigger and more abundant than ever before. But instead of turning back to the ways of old, the villagers too became hooked on their newfound bountiful harvests. The blood kept flowing and the harvest kept growing. It was a dark power that slowly corrupted me from within.
It wasn't until a year later that I woke up from my drunken stupor with a start. The villagers, eager to please the Daimyo with a harvest like no other before, decided to perform the ultimate heresy. Hungry for more wealth, they had brought a child to my shrine. Her tendons cut to prevent the girl from escaping, and were planning on sacrificing her in my name. It shames me that for a split second, I did consider what such power would taste like; but thankfully I hadn't yet fallen completely.
Enraged of their fallacy, I enacted my wrath on the village I once swore to protect. I killed and maimed, razed buildings and burned crops. By the time I was through, the once peaceful village looked like a battlefield as what few surviving villagers fled into the hills.
Returning to the shrine, I used what little strength I had left to heal the girl's wounds. Her last words before running away were "Be a good Miko..." Overcome with grief and guilt, I broke my Goshintai; the one item tying me to this world. For all intents and purposes, I died that day.
My case was an interesting one. The corruption was deemed outside of my doing, but they did find me guilty of not putting a stop to it sooner. Unable to come up with a solution, I was sent back as a YΓ΅kai; stripped of my sacred energy and left to be judged anew.
Personality |
+ Strives to do the right thing
+ Strong 'one for all' mentality
+ kind-hearted
- Cold and distant
- Little self-preservation
- Not entirely mentally stable
/ Extremely protective when it comes to smaller girls
Power and Techniques |
- Sakura Blossom - A storm of sakura petals, formed out of Spirit Energy surround Kiwa, which are used in her abilities. These petals are sharp, but brittle; unfocused into skills, they are more a nuisance than a threat.
- Sakura blink - Kiwa 'blinks' to a sakura petal, allowing her to rapidly move around the battlefield.
- Leaf blade - Using her swords as a focal point, Kiwa focuses her Spirit Energy into stronger sakura petals which trail behind her blades; allowing her to leave behind a 'ghost slash' after every attack, effectively allowing Kiwa to strike twice in one attack.
- Petal storm - Summoning a multitude of sakura petals, Kiwa can throw up a 'smoke screen' of petals in which she and others can hide. Due to the increased number of petals needed to be summoned, they lose any form of sharpness. In fact, its kinda nice and soft to be caught in the storm.
Spirit Class: C-class
Weapon(s):
Kogarasu-maru and Nuke-maru
"A storied pair of long and short blades said to have been owned by the Heike clan in times of old. The longer of the two, Kogarasu-maru (Little Raven) is said to have been forged using the feathers of a legendary raven from the sacred Ise Jingu Grand Shrine and bestowed upon the head of the Taira by the royal family; the shorter of the two, Nuke-maru (Quickdraw) was forged by a son of the famed smith Ohara Yasutsuna. It got its nickname when Taira-no-Tadamori was attacked by a great serpent and it leapt from its scabbard unassisted to protect its master. It is also known as Wither from a legend that if it was stuck into the ground at the base of a tree, the tree would brown and die by morning."
Theme: (completely optional)
EDIT: Oh snap this thread got active in the time it took me to write this!
