LovelyAnastasia

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

I hope my character doesn't come off as too weak... Guess her dose of insanity will have to help her boost her power

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Silver Fox Oh no worries then. I didn't know everyone was working on collabs. Never mind me then~

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

@ReaptheMusic Why thank you~ Usually I make berserker types, but maybe this little oni can be sort of the kind you didn't know to fear till you messed with her companions.

Oh~ It must be so pretty! I am envious!

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

RANT TIME

Every other Country's School Lunches

American School Lunches

This is being generous.

Real Lunches

Nachos AND fries with two peach slices

Chicken nuggets (not always chicken mind you) AND tatter tots (which are usually moist to the point of falling apart or incredibly hard)

Warning: Square cheese pizza actually has squared chunks of pepperoni in it's sauce, and for some reason it's ridiculously spicy. Also the corn is bland and sometimes hard and for the most part you wont digest it.

Careful around corndogs. Some contain odd white "meat".

That's a beef potpie. Is it really beef and not just unknown meat gravy? Who knows. That white scoop of something is actually thick instant mash potatoes. You may have to use salt to cover up the dry flaky spud taste and texture.

I always hated salsbury steaks because they tasted like bland-gravy covered mush and have the texture of wet cardboard. Served with peach cobbler (if you can call tht lumpy syrup that) caramelized onions, and a very dry sofa-stuffing roll.

Welcome to the american cafeteria kiddies.

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

*kicks down the door* PLEASE GODS SOMEONE POST SOMETHING I FEEL LIKE I KILLED THE FLOW

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Is this the set up in most U.S schools?

@Thane

I saw it all in my head like this

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance

Mood Music ~ Gangsta by Kehlani

Dᴀᴛᴇ: Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, Tᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ 8ᴛʜ.
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: First Day
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: The cafeteria and Kassy Boy @Thane

Introductions hadn't been so bad. Well, except for when that aggressive goth guy had glared her right back into her seat during her own introduction. Talk about a withering personality... Even she had been a bit peeved and unsettled. And that was a difficult thing to do to someone like her. But for the most part first period came and went without any large drama after that.

And the whole thing about lockers was pretty cool to a ex-homeschooler like herself. She couldn't wait to decorate it. The second class of the day was Freshman English with Mr. Fridley. He wasn't such a terrible old guy, just very stern and set in how he liked doing things. Being a teaching veteran he had obviously given up hope in learning about every single student that pasted through his classroom. Made sense, she suppose. After all there was only so much the brain could hold... Like a computer's hard drive.

And English had always been one of the more enjoyable subjects anyway. Poetry, true to her name, enjoyed poetry. Though she had been called a few minutes after class, since Mr. Fridley thought that she had been joking about her name. He tried to lecture her on the horrible consequences lying had on her future, but she had just slipped in that it was her birth name. He had to check his chart. Twice. But after that they had a tiny passing chat about how wonderfully descriptive Charles Dickens' Tale of Two Cities was and then she was sent on her way. No harm, no foul.

Next class was Mr. Shmiddt's science class. Another interesting character, this new and spritely teacher was. His excitement made her bubble with enthusiasm as well, like she were soaking in his energy or something. By the time he spoke on the science fair, she was sitting straight an arrow in her seat, beaming with eagerness. A group project. That sounded wonderful! Then she'd be able to make more friends. Or even get closer to the friends she already had! Maybe even get a best friend out of all of it! Not to mention study parties and invitations to real house parties and even sleepovers. It sounded like a wonderful idea to her, this science fair project.

The lunch bell rang, signaling it was lunch time and Poetry made her way first to her locker, then to the cafeteria. Pizza, Fries, a cup of fruit, and a salad bar were all options available. Or of course a bag with a sandwich, apple, and a bag of chips in it. Either option was fine by her, but she wanted to mingle and let the line die down a bit first before selecting.

Everyone seemed to be in their own groups... Poetry ticked her head to the side and stepped through the crowd as though the ground were made of glass. Blinking slowly, her pale eyes and slow, fluid movements caught more than a few upperclassmen off guard. A few jumped, some stared, but for the most part, without that smile on her face they kept away from her.

Pushing her palms on the air, she fit into gaps of bodies that only lasted for seconds. Practically waltzing through the crowd, she moved with a clever speed. The kind gained when you never had anyone to walk with, so you might as well move quickly to your next destination.

The cafeteria was well crowded and everyone was moving about in a slowly swirling swarm. Standing in the middle, Poetry turned slowly in her spot, scanning over the heads and faces that could be detailed from the masses of blurring colors and expressions. More than a few looked at her with a sneer or smirk at her odd way of moving. But there were a few that couldn't help but watch the dance she subtle set into each step.

Finally her eyes found Abbie-Star@sakurasan. But she was with the Giant@Klaykid and a red-haired boy@alexfangtalon she hadn't seen before. Ah... Busy again then. Best to just do a greeting and then keep it moving. Her still-water gaze also found Ebony@mskennedy615. Who was sitting with a particularly good looking shaggy-haired boy@smarty0114. But perhaps Ebony-Gold was trying to get in some pre-game flirting. Best to just do a greeting there too and continue on. And finally Poetry found Kas. And what was he doing but something she found quite strange. He was arguing with upperclassmen. For someone she knew little of, and what she knew of him was rather well-meaning and decent, she found this curious.

Drifting about she made her way first to Abbie-Star, the brooding Giant and the Unknown Flame of Intensity. With a smile, she put a light hand on the other girl's shoulder, smiled and wiggled her fingers playfully. "Hiya, Abbie-Star~" she hummed, "Sit next to me in the next class we have together?" With a warm grin, she looked to each of the boys, flittered a wave and waltz away.

Then to Ebony-Gold she went. Thusly, she did something similar. Placing a hand on lightly on her friend's shoulder, she grinned with a head tilted to the side. And of course she spared a sunflower smile towards the good looking boy. "Let's sit together in science class next time, Ebony-Gold~ Maybe we'll get to be project partners~" her melodic voice drifted lightly, "Catch you on the flip~"

And now finally she went to where Kas was. Walking as though she hardly touched the ground, she placed both hands on his shoulders, hoping to startle him. With a smile at the girls who looked over their shoulders at her, she once more tilted her head to the side. "Now, what do we have here~" she laughed lightly, "Not playing nicely, are we~? What a peculiar hobby~" She beamed gently down at him, removing her hands as if to proclaim her innocence.

"All that quarreling will give you indigestion~" she hummed, with a wink, "Of course I could just give you a hug to cure you of all your amped up arrgo, Kassy Boy~ Not sure it'd do much for your rep though~"

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

Name:

Hisayo no Kurushime "Tormented Sustaining Generation"

Age:

47 in human years, but rather young for an oni

Race:

Nure-onna Oni

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

How the Artists Render Her

Weapon(s):

A dagger called Saigo or Last Breath

Class: Mage - Masters of the mystical arts, mages are proficient in one elemental spell, but their skills with warrior weapons are very poor.

Bio:

She was born of sorrow like more Nure-onna are. For a child of her bloodline to live, their human father's lives must be taken in exchange. And this usually leads to contempt and bitterness to lie between mother and child. But not in the Kurushime women. For three generations the female oni have fallen in love with human males. And for three generations their lovers have been so enchanted with their beauty, so enraptured with their love and so loyally dedicated to their happiness that they have willingly given up their lives for the Kurushime women.

And it was so exception on the night Hisayo was born, a full moon as her mobile and the lapping lake waves as her lullaby. At first her mother could not stand the sight of her, for even one look at her daughter brought on fits of sobbing wailing cries. It was Hisayo's grandmother who cared for her mostly in the every early years of her existence. For, sincerely, that was all it was. An existence.

With no battles against humans to wage, the Nure-onna and their magics were abandoned. Living either in brothels or as mistresses to high officials, there was seldom a need for any other talents than their beauty. And, in her grief, Hisayo's mother gave her body to a wealthy man, for his pleasure. The smiles that graced her mother's face were no more than those of a well painted mask. With the death of her father, her mother's love as gone with him.

And Hisayo was nurtured for by her grandmother, though her mother was indeed kind enough to ask her new master to let them live in their luxurious estate. So Hisayo was not uncomfortable growing up, even though the other concubines' children never played with her, for fear of the oni blood in her veins. And there were often whispers of envy among the human women, since the Kurushime women were all youthful beauties that aged far too slowly and never seemed to get sick or come down with pox. But it was the men's eyes Hisayo disliked most of all.

Those leering eyes came from boys, guards, tutors, and even the lord of the manor. They all fell on her with heaviness and tried to worm their way into her nightmares. Leering eyes and lecherous gazes making her skin crawl as if she could fell their hands all over her... Her grandmother trained in the manners of a proper Nure-onna. To remain removed, aloof and distant from the terrible humans. To rise above their scorn and poisonous words. And to never lose herself to her magic.

For an oni that harms a human is intolerable.

Special Ability:

Heavy magic spells over water
+Drawing the water from plants to form mists to hide in or use as a sphere of protection

magic

Misc:

Her Grandmother And Her Mother

Artist Renderings of Her Kind

((i know it's in Chinese but it fits her perfectly))

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Japan Fantasy] [Samurai Seven/Lord of The Rings Inspired]

*raises hand* I WANNA PLAY TOO!

Event Horizon

Color me interested~ I'd love to try something like this out!