LovelyAnastasia

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

@alexfangtalon

DOPE

@sakurasan AWwww bye then *huggles tight*

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

I shall wait on @Thane ~

sings to self while waiting

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

Chiyoe no Kurushime, "Tormented Thousand Generations", held her red parasol above her head, the sun filtering through it fiercely, as if a leering old man who wished to caress her pale skin. How she dislike the sun. It was too fierce, too bright and far too persistent for her tastes. It made love to the earth with such unyielding passion that it could burn and scorch it's lover. How unseemly, to say the very least.

The Hakumei caravan traveled along slowly and it was very interesting to watch the scenery go by, but quite uncomfortable for her small and delicate frame. In the master's manor (her mother's master that is, for no one would ever be her master) everything had been kept shaded, pleasant, sweet-smelling, and comfortable. A wonderful tactic on their part to try and soften her past the point of ever wanting to leave such a gilded cage.

A tactic that hadn't ever a chance of working, however. She was far too strong willed for a woman, as men always said. But perhaps that was in her nature. She very well didn't like being dictated too. Or perhaps this was all just the restless energies of youth. She was only forty-seven after all, a mere youngling to other oni and yokai kind. But traveling with a warrior party full of strangers she had only glanced to dangers unknown was hardly the folly of youth. At least for a woman, anyway.

The pig farm in the central lands of Raiden had been the most interesting thing she had seen yet, to be sure. It had smelt awful and looked even worse. Chiyoe had quite enjoyed it. The complete opposite of manor life. A sign that she was heading down the right path for sure. Kotori Raiden, co-leader of the Hakumei squad, had been everything Chiyoe had been taught not to be: tomboyish, direct, awkward, and informal. Simply wonderful. There was yet another great sign of fortune in her choice.

The 8-foot horned oni however had been curious. She hadn't much opportunity to view other oni who displayed their birthrights so physically. Her grandmother had often told her of their Iso Onna cousins, who had only the faces of women with bodies of serpents. Hari Onago, cousins as well, were not dissimilar to her fellow Nure Onago kin. With the appearance of beautiful young women, their hair was often left down and rather disheveled. Upon closer look, however, the tip of each of their hairs fitted with a needle-like barbed hook, that moved about at her will.

However, with only tales and paintings to go on, Chiyoe never could imagine the colorful appearances of her traveling companions. Or their intriguing customs, as so shown to example with war song of Gaignun that left a ringing in her ears even after they set out on their long hard journey. But she did so admire his reptilian steed. A warrior such as that might just gain her undying loyalty. It was good that both leaders of their little band had enough admirable qualities to gain respect in such a short time.

But after all the wondrous fun of the morning, the ride had grown rather tiresome upon her hind-end. But at least she was on the supplies chart. Riding sideways on a horse would have been far more uncomfortable.

The doll of an oni sat up high, where she could see all on top of the supplies chart roof, looking about with an entertained smile. Though her rouged red lips were often in a small smile. And her large eyes were always looking about, their dark depths devouring everything could. With her silk black hair pinned and styled just so, adorned with floral pins and combs, she really was the image of a doll. Even her layered kimono, though mostly black, and red obi were made of fine quality cloth. And her little feet were primly pressed together, her back straight no matter how tired and sore she became.

But it was all borrowed wealth. Well, perhaps not 'borrowed' but close to it. Her mother's master wouldn't miss what she took after all. For the most part it should have been her family's anyway, after all the awful treatment they had been subjected to. So Chiyoe simply took her small share. And it was enough for an extra, less elegant dress, parcel for her pins and sentimental trinkets, her tea set, a biwa, and just a bit more money for any emergencies. To be prepared when going out into the unknown was important after all.

Beside the two leaders, there were others of interest, of course. The Pale One,@Astronaut Jones a woman who smelt like elder oni, perhaps around her mother's age, though who could really tell among oni kind? And there was also a fire-haired swordsman oni,@ReaptheMusic who was all but covered head to toe in ill-fitting armor. And a human male.@Leodiensian Chiyoe wrinkled her nose. She was not overly fond of human males. Sweet smoke drifted up from the supply caravan. And then he started to sing a most crude and vulgar song. No, she was not overly fond of human men. Especially this one.

"If you would, please," her voice was youthful and sweeter than spring sake drunk under a sakura tree, "I would be most appreciative if you did not smoke by our supplies." She pulled her legs beneath her, wooden geta clacking on roof of the supply cart. Chiyoe lifted up a delicate and nimble hand, her slender fingers pressed together in elegance, much like a fine dancer about to begin their show. "A fire inside with our valuables would be upsetting," she overturned her hand, the boiling pipe's water leaving out through the resin in the form of mist. Hopefully it took the awful resin with it. "Do you not agree?" She flickered her fingers, the lock of mist coiling through the air like a snake to dance at her leisure. It was hardly what she wished to say, but it seemed the best course of action at the moment.

"And you are most ill-skilled in singing," Chiyoe added drily, her red lips in a pressed flower smile of wry amusement.

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

@Astronaut Jones Hahaha I just realized I have a too similar sounding name to your Pale Spider. I shall change my character's name.

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

Chiyoe no Kurushime

Name:

Chiyoe no Kurushime "Tormented Thousand Generations"

Age:

47 in human years, but rather young for an oni

Race:

Nure Onago, a Nure Onna

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 Chiyoe 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 Chiyoe'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, Chiyoe'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 Chiyoe 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 Chiyoe 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 Chiyoe 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))

A song to find a lover to

Traveling theme

All around theme

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

@MissCapnCrunch I feel like I may have asked this before, but I can't remember the answer: Are you selecting the science partners for our characters, or are we choosing for our own characters?

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Mateotis *blows kisses*

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Fujoshi Muse Music brought to you by LovelyAna

Dal Yoon Suk

AND

Cameron Blackwood

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Dallie was on her butt, staring right at the predator of a Mustang in front of her. It had just barely stopped in time. Staring with wide eyes, it felt like she had been frozen over
in her sudden fear. What... What had just happened? One minute she had been walking like normal, the next she was on the ground staring at the hood of a car. SHE HAD ALMOST DIED!

Getting to her feet she looked at the car, her face pale and eyes wide in the cold confusion that had frozen all thought. Her heart was pumping, but if she was suppose to feel pain, she couldn't. She just felt cold. Looking through the window, then into the face of the person behind the wheel, all she could do was stare at them with wide eyes.

"Ehm, you look traumatized." Cameron said, rubbing the side of his head and brushing his blonde hair out of his face. He was sure he had scared the life out of the teenage girl, and he felt bad. But it was a little bit her fault for just standing there. It's like in horror movies when the girl that we all know will die just stands there in 'shock' while she is brutally murdered with a sledgehammer. Except this time it's with an GT Mustang.

Cameron would've made a joke about this, but he just nearly turned her into ground up human bones and meat, which is sounds very horrible, now that he thinks about. He parks his car slowly to the side, and gets out, walking over to her. She was probably going to try to murder him for this, this hasn't the first time Cameron nearly was strangled by an angry teenage girl. Ah, back when he was 18.

As Cameron held the back his head, he then started to feel sort of a cold liquid. Which means only one thing, and he guessed correctly. It was a tad bit of a puddle, a red puddle that had a strong smell of iron even though it wasn't that big.

The guy was talking to her, but all those words past through her muddled head and she just stared at him. Her eyes were still as big as saucers and her face had hardly any color to it, but now she was shaking. And as she shook she stared and the color of her eyes slowly tinted to a red amber. Her brows fell from their perches of surprised and dove down into the depths of anger. Her opened mouth closed slowly, teeth clenching. He had almost killed her!

"This is the part where you swear me out, and call me a dirty dumb blonde?" Cameron scratched his chin, and groaned. "And before you do that, respect your elders. I'm 23, you're a kid." He said.

"Kid?" she whispered slowly, her angry face clouding over with even more rage, "KID?! Listen up dude..." She poked a finger into his chest, her other hand on her hip, her face as close to his as possible from her short stature. "I am twenty two, first of all! Second of all, speedy, pedestrians have the frickin' right away!" Fuming she brought that baby face of hers right up to his, standing on her tip toes, hands on her hips. Her narrow eyes almost looked red. "You could have kill me and yourself driving like that!"

To be honest, the only thing Cameron was hearing, was the adult sounds from Charlie Brown, until she poked him in his chest. That's when he gave her the meanest glare he could give, "Yeah, I know I'm crazy and I know I almost flattened you like a worn out tire. No pun intended. Yada yada. -- Wait, you're not...?!"

"Also, sorry? I woke up late, trying to get to the Academy. No one was walking down the road, I look in the back of my car because I heard a thump, next thing I know. A WOMAN!" He said, with his arms crossed.

"Oh, well that just excuses you from everything, now doesn't it?" she fumed, hands on her hips, "How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty? Driving like that, I'd think you were fifteen and late to the goddamn prom!"

"I'm twenty three. And I do look younger than my age, thanks." Cameron's deep but also light voice sounded like he wanted to laugh and cry from nearly killing someone at the same time. As much as he seems okay about this, he nearly murdered someone random woman. Cameron winced, as the air went into his very tiny head wound. He touched it, and there was now dried blood a little on his hand.

"Oh holy mother of doujinshi," her anger was gone as she noticed his wound, eyes wide and full of concern, "You knocked your head! Do you feel dizzy?! How many fingers am I holding up?!" She held up two on her right hand and three on her left, but she was trembling too much to be any good help. And as quickly as she had put her hands up, she dropped them. "I'm calling an ambulance! You need to go to the hospital! You could have a concussion! If you feel sleepy, you better keep those eyes open or I will start pinching and smackin you, got it?" She took out her cellphone quickly, shaking hands trying to get past the password on the lock of her Lime 5 phone.

"Ehm. Two, three?" Cameron said, he scratched his side. "I'm fine! I'm fine! Don't worry about it! My head is fine. It's just an scrape or something." Cameron said, leaning on his car. Cameron waved his hands left and right, his eyes widened. This was nothing! All he needed was a bandaid!

Cameron motioned for her to not call the ambulance, they weren't needed! Besides, if they learn he nearly killed her, he can seriously get in trouble! Ugh, like waking up from a hangover just wasn't enough.

"B-But...you're bleeding!" she felt woozy just glancing up at that blood, her face pale and eyes wavering in and out of focus, "If my phone would just o-open..." She was trying so hard but her hands just wouldn't stop shaking. She had to get it open. She had to call the ambulance. He was hurt. He might die! Why couldn't she remember how to unlock her phone? Or remember how to breathe correctly? Her breathing was coming in short shallow rasps now.

Cameron sort of smiled, "Don't worry about me. After all, I am a 'Speedy'." He said, as he grabbed his car's door and was about to get in. He then turned to see how worried she was, and he seemed concerned for her. He walked over to her, and used his rather calm voice. "Hey, I'm okay, ... whatever your name is.." Cameron said.

"Dal Yoon..." she shivered and trembled, wondering why the screen of her phone just wouldn't cooperate, "Dallie... My name's Dallie. Oh god, I might have killed you." She looked up at the stranger who had almost hit her with his car and instead of anger, all that was there was a trembling bottom lip and eyes filled with big fat tears ready to spill down flushed cheeks.

Holy... She really thought he was hurt. Cameron slowly grabbed her hands. "If I was dead, how am I holding your hands? I can't bleed out from this either, see the blood stopped." He asked, softly. Cameron smiled and seriously hoped she wasn't seriously thinking he was about to die from a simple scratch around the sideburns on his head.

"Y...Yeah...." she blinked hard over and over, her icy hands still shaking a bit, even when holding the phone, "That... That makes sense..." His hands were on hers and she finally was able to feel them. They felt too hot on her cold skin. Wait, why was she cold? Oh right, that's what happened after something as shocking as almost being run over by a car. She was no doctor, but she had seen enough yaoi plots based around 'I'm in shock, warm me up with your body'. They were always kind of boring... She liked the monster kind better. More funny. Wait, where was her mind going with this again? Right. In shock. Got it.

"You... You still have to get to class," she swallowed hard, trying to steel her voice, "And I have to get to work. The mid shift at the arcade starts soon..." She forced a very pale and unbelievable smile onto her face, slipping her hands out from his. "Nice to meet you, Guy-Who-Almost-Ran-Me-Over. Gotta get to gettin'."

"I think I deserve a day off, after all this is my last day and this might actually need stitches." Cameron said, holding the side of his head, rubbing the area. "I'm Cameron. You can uhh, call me Cammy or Cam." He said with a smile, he yawned and walked slowly back. "I could drive you to the Arcade, if needed." He offered, in a totally platonic way.

Dal Yoon's plaster smile faltered a bit, like ill constructed siding on the face of an ancient building. She was still rather pale, her eyes were red-rimmed and she had to clasp both hands around her phone to keep from shaking too much. Guess it really was starting to sink. Holy Lord Seme of Sin, she had almost died. And if that had happened.... Well, she'd be dead! Not that there was much of anyone to notice really. Well, maybe her work. And her virtual otome game husbandos. Wow, talk about BLEAK. She looked down at her hands, which held her life with white knuckles.

"R-Right... N-Nice to meet you..." good, that sounded normal and polite, very good, now continue, "Yes, th-that would be kind of you. Th-Thank you." Very well done. If not for the robotic voice, she'd sound completely and totally normal! Very well done.

Cameron noticed the way she stuttered she seemed like a very shy person. Cameron nodded, and opened the shotgun seat of his GT Mustang for her to walk in. He got in the driver's seat. Then again, she just mouthed off at him. What's up with her? One moment she cares for him, one she's shy, and another she mouths off at him.

....

What type of person is he letting in his car?

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

@Thane Oh, there was one time I did it three times in a row just mass clicking the button leaving them all generic but changing the last one to something like, "You really wasted all your time just to see this?" The same person did it twice until someone said they could just click the quote button to see the end message.

@alexfangtalon

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

@A Tattooed Girl No biggie lovey~ I like him more than I like gloomy Oberon anyway~ I would totally be down to do that for ya~ And it's LOGAN FRINKIN LERMAN