POWERS: Shape-shifting- Lune can shape-shift into a utahraptor. In this form, she is brown-scaled with a white underbelly. Her body is dappled with a mix of stripes and spots. Her eyes are an intense amber with slit pupils-- she maintains these in her human form. Lune is also able to take on a partial transformation; she can use her deadly claws, tail, fangs, strong sense of smell, speed, and night vision when not fully transformed.
CLAN: Lune's clan was known to be a powerful clan of dragon-shifters, but they disappeared long ago.
BIO: Her parents raised her in secret in a dense forest somewhere in the kingdom. They both died after they defended her from a huge monster, so Lune was forced to fend for herself at a young age. She attempted to settle town in some of the human towns but she was always shunned over her strange powers. Lune has mostly been on her own ever since.
OTHER: - Excellent hunter/stalker - Loves shiny things - Prefers to stay in her transformed state during long periods of travel - Purely hunts in her transformed state
The stranger was less than pleased at their offer of peace. Whatever Simon had done, it had to have been pretty bad to upset such a tall and foreboding man. Jules' strained grin steadily faded from her lips as he continued to speak. Why, she actually had a chance of playing the poster off, then? Tension steadily grew in the air as the man's fierce gaze went back to her newfound mustachioed "friend". Yeah, the guy was definitely itching for a fight after what Simon pulled off. Something told her that she should flee, though if she left, she might miss the fight. Drama was always fun to watch, wasn't it? Then again, this was the type of drama that she should stay out of...
The bartender was having none of it. He told them to get out. Jules was thankful for the momentary distraction; if she was quick enough to slip by the tall stranger, she could get on her horse and leave town with or without the kid that threatened her. She glared at the back of the man's head as he turned away from them. As she was plotting her next course of action, something wooshed through the air. It struck the back of the man's head and shattered into many pieces; the shards of glass scattered across the floor as the whole saloon fell silent. That silence radiated off everyone, many eyes staring at the tall man to see what he would do next. Jules was one of them, her shoulders tense as she awaited his next--
Something crashed into her face and sent her through the door of the saloon and crashing to the floor. Pain came first. It seared over her face and head; God, that shit hurt. Jules let out a muffled groan only to feel blood well inside of her mouth. Had she gotten shot? Kicked by a horse? The whole room spun around her in circles, only increasing the nausea she felt. She set a palm against the floor as she attempted to get up to her feet. Her whole body felt heavy, she couldn't see out of her left side, and she felt something hot and sticky run down her face. Whatever it was that hit her, it had messed her up bad.
"Y-you son of a bitch..." she slurred out. Her words were punctuated by a harsh cough that only spilled more blood to the floor. Jules gasped lightly in pain as she clung to the wall. There were four of that tall man now, two of the doorway, and four of Simon... Hell, how wasn't she knocked out? Raising a hand to her face, she felt blood coat her palm. He had definitely broken her nose. Fucked up her eye pretty bad too, that was obvious. She glared at the man again only to see that something large and white hovered near him. Was that... a ghost? An angel? Was she dying? She couldn't even muster out words. Whatever that thing was, it didn't look friendly. Groaning again in a mixture of shock and pain, she leaned heavily upon the chair and wiped away some blood on her sleeve. God damn it, if she had to fight, then she had no other choice. But for the moment, she had to regain her bearings-- and know exactly what she was up against. "What in... God's name is that?"
It was only a week into the semester and Mr. Kinoshiwa's history class was already stressing her out.
Seiya wasn't the type of person to gaze out of the window during class, though today wasn't really her day. For some reason she had almost overslept, almost making her late to her first class. Thankfully she arrived with five minutes to spare, albeit with an empty stomach and slightly frizzled hair. Not to mention that Nashiro had been overcome with dark gray clouds and a misty rain that made the buildings glisten in the half-light. It was a pretty sight, though a view that only piled onto her strange aura. Luckily for her, her teacher (a rather round man whose scalp had begun to gray and bald at the same time) hadn't noticed her absentmindedness and instead ended the class with a few brief words: "I'll see you tomorrow. Make sure to do your homework."
With a soft sigh, Seiya picked up the books at her desk and slipped it into her book-bag. Everything she did was careful and detail-oriented; it would bother her if she accidentally dented a folder or wrinkled a piece of paper. The sound of other students rising from their seats and talking among themselves reached her ears.
"What are you going to do after school?" a boy asked a girl.
"I don't know-- I'll probably get something to eat and then head home to study for next week's test..."
The conversation faded away as the students left the classroom. Other conversations flitted about her, but she didn't pay attention to them. No one usually approached her unless they had something to ask her, anyway. Seiya was always too quiet, too shy-- a pushover. At least people actually sometimes talked to her as she helped them out with homework or a specific topic they were stuck on, though it wasn't often. She had to find the silver lining somewhere, right? It wasn't like she wasn't used to it. It wasn't like she was bothered by it, either. It started to happen so long ago and so often that she had become used to it; it was a simple extension of her life. In fact, she liked helping others, especially when they approached her and thanked her for her help in passing a test or class.
Their names and faces all blended together at some point. While they never became her friend, Seiya was glad they never became her enemies, either. That was reserved for her past in elementary school... at least, that was how it was so far. The beginning of her school year was peaceful as of now. She shook her head as she expelled the thoughts from her mind. Now that she thought of it, she was pretty hungry.
I could always head to a cafe and just study a bit there. Maybe a good cup of coffee will do me some good, Seiya thought to herself as she glanced out the window. The downpour was falling even harder now; the fresh spring mist had become thick globs of rain. I need an umbrella, though. Hopefully I don't get too wet! she quickly added as she slung her book-bag over her shoulder and began to make her way out of the classroom.
Outside of schoolwear, Chihara loves wearing girly, frilly types of clothing that are always brimming with color. During the warm summer months, she can be wearing bright skirts and dresses. During the cold and wet seasons, she wears pastel-colored scarves, coats, pants, and sweaters.
[Personality]
A shy and golden-hearted individual, Chihara is often praised for her selfless nature. She enjoys helping others in whichever way she can, even at her own expense. Not only is she a helpful lass, but she is also quite adept in science and math, which has led classmates to approach her for help in their studies. She prefers to stay out of trouble and maintains one or two close friends, but even then she does not go out with them much. In fact, she seems overly timid, even in the presence of those she knows well.
Chihara has a tough time in standing up for herself, even when she has been wronged or blamed for something she didn't do. She much rather duck her head and apologize for her "mistakes" than argue with someone she looks up to or someone that she considers a superior. It is also fairly easy to guilt Chihara into doing something if they play their act well.
[Personal Background]
Chihara's childhood was a decent one; as doctors, her parents had to spend much time out of the house, but they always made sure to give their only daughter as much attention as they could. They bought her toys, kept her well-fed, and spoiled her to no end. Despite getting a more-than-decent first few years of her life, she was taught to also help others in whatever way that she could. Chihara would help her neighbors out with minuscule things and often ran deliveries and the such for them.
Both the Great East Japan Earthquake and the subsequent invasion of the nation by America left Chihara's parents busier than before. She was used to it, but being caught in the midst of a very scary situation frightened her. What if her parents never came back home? What if there were airstrikes near where they worked? But her parents were fine. They always came home and Chihara would never have to deal with the fear of losing them in some sort of freak accident.
The first few years of high school were difficult for Chihara, mostly because she had a difficult type adapting to the new environment. As a first year, she was often bullied for being too quiet and she purposely isolated herself from any classmates that she had. This all changed at end of her first year, where two classmates came to her in desperation. They wanted her to help them pass their exams, and since she was so smart in math and science, they believed that she could help. She didn't have the heart to turn them down, seeing as her father and mother had taught her to help anyone who asked. The girl agreed to help them out, and with that, her classmates found her a little more tolerable; they finally discovered that she was of use.
Ever since, Chihara has been seen as the person to go to if you need help with homework. She'll definitely lend a hand.
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