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Name: Ki Kobayashi

Title: The Lost Soul

Age: One year and one half.

Personality: Ki simply doesn't fit in, anywhere. She always feels lost- she's the circle that won't go in the square hole, and all the frickin' holes are square. However, she comes off as an Extrovert. She loves social interaction, and if she goes through extended periods of time without it, she will begin to crave it, going out to search for it on her own. Despite this, she almost always keeps a calm demeanor, inside or outside of battle. She's stubborn, often rejecting instructions by people who have authority over her, doing her own thing instead of listening to those she should, in the end, probably listen to.


Najisefa: Now, before you read any further, I need to explain the Najisefa, the magical equipments used to channel Ki's energy. They take the form of bladed circles, spiralling with unique intricate patterns towards the centre. The Najisefa is able to control many different aspects of its element, controlled by Ki. Their cores are made of souls from the previous lives of those before Ki, brothers and sisters, wife and husband- each has a story behind the soul. But each one is attuned to its own energy, channelled through the Najisefa and combined with Ki's energy, is a deadly combination.


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Equipment:

Theme Song:[youtube=DsAVZ44Wpss]
Nigellus tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, looking over to his flute case. He looked out the window, seeing some cars out on the street drive by. It was a truly, truly lonely town. He wiped dust off the rest of the table, using it like one might use a drum-set - whacking the hell out of it with anything you have on hand, to the tune of your favourite song.
Why did I think it was a good idea to sleep in an abandoned house? Almost everything in here is broken, and I can swear those are bloodstains on the bed, Nigellus, not coffee stains!
Calm down, you. I'd rather save my money for finer things in life, like a nice meal or wine.

As he thought this, his stomach growled.
Because that works all so well, yeah?
Oh, do shut up.
I don't believe that's how your mind works, Nigellus.

Nigellus got up from the table as pain shot up his hand, which he accidentally whacked against the table during his rendition of the death waltz. He got up, slinging his flute case over his shoulder, climbing out the shattered window, into the alleyway. He dropped a few inches, unzipping the flute bag on his back. He took the flute parts between his fingers, bringing them in front of him. As he walked, he assembled his flute. After which, he zipped the bag. Less than two doors down from him, a man was knocking on a door with a purpose, a thin and wide piece of paper in the other hand. It looked vaguely familiar, but Nigellus couldn't care, at that point. Several people were walking down the side-walk from either side, and that man knocking on the door, as well. Nigellus took his flute case off his shoulder, putting it on the ground, and opening it. And with that, he began to play.
Because having a normal job was too easy for you, after all.
Nigellus continued playing the jazz song, making a flute - generally used for orchestral scores that required their light melodies, into a jazz instrument. He played the song brilliantly, making it seem natural and easy, keeping his tone clear, and making it seem like the flute was made for jazz, which to him, it was. As two people passed, they dropped some bills into the case, and he continued playing, enjoying his own music, and for that reason, and the fact he wanted to eat dinner, that night, he played to the best of his abilities.
I said that?
WhoareyouandwhathaveyoudonewithRyushura,youpony,you.
I have dibs on all names using the alphabet. Kthxbai.
The perfect chance to post is come!
Yesss. Finally.
You have no idea how long it took to find this song.
I'm very interested.
I apologize for not posting.
Anyways, M3T3K gave me a chance to post, so thank you, fine sir.
I'm waiting for the perfect moment.
*During interrogation.*
"...Why is jazz flute pouring in through the intercom..?"
I've been sick. I'm probably still sick,
but hey,
I'm here.
Only until the end, then I'm gone.
-Nem.
MST3K 4ever said
I knew this one was gonna be a lot of fun.


Hah.
The Eccentric "German" Proffessor of Fine Musics
hasn't even posted yet.
xD.
Jazz flute = win.
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