Okies, so I made a CS for Kaname and Yuki, why? I was bored. -___- Hope it's cool.
Oh and I'mma wait till tomorrow to post.
Oh and I'mma wait till tomorrow to post.
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"O Rose so red, flower of the dead."
"Thorns prick the skin, indulgence of sin."
"Her blossoms like blood."
"Her scent so sweet."
"To partake of her poison."
"I dare to entreat."
Maidens of Death and Discord
Age(s):
Kaname: 18
Yuki: 16
Personalities:
Kaname and Yuki are two sides of the same coin, one side dark and brooding, the other cheerful and spontaneous, and...slightly insane. Kaname is cold and distant at times, never wishing to speak to anyone other than Yuki, while Yuki will gladly carry a conversation with anyone she meets, often to the other's chagrin. And while Yuki is more of an open book when it comes to sharing her emotions, rarely will Kaname reveal hers, often keeping whatever she thinks or feels hidden behind her taciturn facial expression. It is difficult to understand what she is thinking due to her rarely showing any outward emotion. Her lack of expression also makes her more mysterious and unpredictable. The only exception of course is Yuki. But despite the differences between the two, once they're together, they are a force not to be trifled with. Both very adept in the way of the sword and sharing a kindred bloodlust, they utilize a special style combining swordplay with moves often associated with dancing, the end result being a human blender that tears their foes to shreds.
Background:
Not much is known of their origins, where they came from, or why they attended Claymore in the first place. All that was known was Kaname transferred from Katana Academy in her second year, the same time Yuki was beginning her first. The two met, and as if by sheer luck or fate it seemed, the two were assigned to the same dorm. Swiftly the two became close companions over the years, and eventually their friendship blossomed into romance. Then, one day, a mysterious figure in a black, hooded cloak gave them both black rose keychains and masks. This person, a woman they could tell by her voice, dubbed them as sisters of the Order of Lachrymose, and gave them a task, kill one of the students at Claymore Academy, a girl by the name of Itagaki Tohru. Unbeknownst to them, other girls were also inducted into the order willingly and were on the hunt for Tohru. They had eventually found her, but the girl put up enough of a fight, leading to both Kaname and Yuki being knocked unconscious. Still, despite their losses, the two will once again rise to face Tohru...and put an end to her life.
Keychains:
Swords:
Sword Type - Twin curved swords
Other:
-Though they use their skills to maim and murder, both are indeed very talented dancers.
-Kaname from time to time enjoys watching the drama club perform plays. Yuki will sometimes join her but often falls asleep in the middle of it. Luckily, Kaname finds this cute.
-In an ironic sense, Kaname's favorite flower is not a rose but a chrysanthemum. Yuki doesn't really care much for flowers, despite joining Kaname in the gardening club. Her only reason, because Kaname joined of course.
-Yuki has a stuffed teddy bear named Mr. Nakishima that she sleeps with. It's missing one eye and one ear and its limbs had to be stitched back a couple of times, each time Yuki making up some excuse. The real reason is Yuki always takes her anger out on the bear and mutilates it with her sword. Kaname has seen this before, but never said anything about it. It was best not to.
-Kaname, though not as psychotic as Yuki, is very protective of the girl, often punishing those who hurt Yuki in any way, physically or mentally. Yuki is also hopelessly devoted to Kaname and follows her every whim. She tends to lash out at any girl she thinks is flirting with Kaname as well...sometimes violently.
Yuki loves to draw and paint, but her only subject is always Kaname. Kaname has even allowed Yuki to draw her nude once, just for practice.
Clubs:
Gardening club, Dancing club, Art club (Yuki only), Drama club (Kaname only, though she never performs in the plays)
Student Council:
N/A
Themes:
Normal Theme: Death Sings to Me Sweetly
Battle Theme: Dance With Me in Hell
"Thorns prick the skin, indulgence of sin."
"Her blossoms like blood."
"Her scent so sweet."
"To partake of her poison."
"I dare to entreat."
花奈芽 ユキ
KANAME & YUKI
KANAME & YUKI
Maidens of Death and Discord
Age(s):
Kaname: 18
Yuki: 16
Personalities:
Kaname and Yuki are two sides of the same coin, one side dark and brooding, the other cheerful and spontaneous, and...slightly insane. Kaname is cold and distant at times, never wishing to speak to anyone other than Yuki, while Yuki will gladly carry a conversation with anyone she meets, often to the other's chagrin. And while Yuki is more of an open book when it comes to sharing her emotions, rarely will Kaname reveal hers, often keeping whatever she thinks or feels hidden behind her taciturn facial expression. It is difficult to understand what she is thinking due to her rarely showing any outward emotion. Her lack of expression also makes her more mysterious and unpredictable. The only exception of course is Yuki. But despite the differences between the two, once they're together, they are a force not to be trifled with. Both very adept in the way of the sword and sharing a kindred bloodlust, they utilize a special style combining swordplay with moves often associated with dancing, the end result being a human blender that tears their foes to shreds.
Background:
Not much is known of their origins, where they came from, or why they attended Claymore in the first place. All that was known was Kaname transferred from Katana Academy in her second year, the same time Yuki was beginning her first. The two met, and as if by sheer luck or fate it seemed, the two were assigned to the same dorm. Swiftly the two became close companions over the years, and eventually their friendship blossomed into romance. Then, one day, a mysterious figure in a black, hooded cloak gave them both black rose keychains and masks. This person, a woman they could tell by her voice, dubbed them as sisters of the Order of Lachrymose, and gave them a task, kill one of the students at Claymore Academy, a girl by the name of Itagaki Tohru. Unbeknownst to them, other girls were also inducted into the order willingly and were on the hunt for Tohru. They had eventually found her, but the girl put up enough of a fight, leading to both Kaname and Yuki being knocked unconscious. Still, despite their losses, the two will once again rise to face Tohru...and put an end to her life.
Keychains:
Swords:
THE BEAST'S CLAWS
Sword Type - Twin curved swords
Other:
-Though they use their skills to maim and murder, both are indeed very talented dancers.
-Kaname from time to time enjoys watching the drama club perform plays. Yuki will sometimes join her but often falls asleep in the middle of it. Luckily, Kaname finds this cute.
-In an ironic sense, Kaname's favorite flower is not a rose but a chrysanthemum. Yuki doesn't really care much for flowers, despite joining Kaname in the gardening club. Her only reason, because Kaname joined of course.
-Yuki has a stuffed teddy bear named Mr. Nakishima that she sleeps with. It's missing one eye and one ear and its limbs had to be stitched back a couple of times, each time Yuki making up some excuse. The real reason is Yuki always takes her anger out on the bear and mutilates it with her sword. Kaname has seen this before, but never said anything about it. It was best not to.
-Kaname, though not as psychotic as Yuki, is very protective of the girl, often punishing those who hurt Yuki in any way, physically or mentally. Yuki is also hopelessly devoted to Kaname and follows her every whim. She tends to lash out at any girl she thinks is flirting with Kaname as well...sometimes violently.
Yuki loves to draw and paint, but her only subject is always Kaname. Kaname has even allowed Yuki to draw her nude once, just for practice.
Clubs:
Gardening club, Dancing club, Art club (Yuki only), Drama club (Kaname only, though she never performs in the plays)
Student Council:
N/A
Themes:
Normal Theme: Death Sings to Me Sweetly
Battle Theme: Dance With Me in Hell
@Dmessenger Amen to that friend ^___^ I mean work sucks, but I wouldn't trade my life for anything.
@Dmessenger Being an adult is never fun unless you're drunk
@Otaku95 All good for filler, but I think I may have a good plot in mind too. ^___^ May need to talk it over with Sassy since I'm still trying to work this out.
where did everyone go?
To that place my soul goes to die and is resurrected every morning to endure the same torture over and over....
...work. -___-
A night so beautiful and so tranquil as this should not be wasted. That is what she thought as she slipped out of the dorm hall, clad only in a silk yukata and her sandals, and sauntered into the night among the forest trail leading to the gentle flowing waters of the river, a return to that very place she laid eyes upon the ever adorable Ryuko-chan not too long ago. Surely yes she would have joined the other girls to bathe in the showers, but...given her infamous reputation, the company of others was less to be desired. Besides, she somewhat relished these moments she had to herself, to be alone with only her thoughts to accompany her, even...the ones she didn't wish to ponder of. But, while most of her ill thoughts were those of the constant shame she brought upon her family and the consequences that would follow, the guilt eating at her like the incessant moths devouring an old, withered piece of cloth, tonight...her thoughts were elsewhere. Ryuko-chan.... As if in trance she glanced at her hand, the very same the girl had squeezed so tight, such an odd touch to give, and yet...so mesmerizing to Asuka.
There were fireflies out tonight, little stars that seemed to have fallen from the heavens above and flickered and fluttered about the red haired girl, removing her yukata and letting it slip from her smooth shoulders. Such an eventful evening indeed it been, but now it was over and the midnight sun....that pleasant full moon....was in bright spirits with her pale light dancing upon the stream, notably calmer than before...the water almost as still as glass until Asuka disrupted that stillness wading into the shallow portion of the stream. She shivered a little at the brisk touch of the water to her sensitive exterior, but gradually she eased into it....feeling yet again at peace. Her hand reached for the silk black hair tie that kept her ponytail in place and removed it, letting her long, crimson locks fall about her rather slim shoulders as she closed her eyes and submerged into the clear, cool water. She opened her eyes momentarily underneath, noting how....different it felt under the water....such a different world below, even more mysterious with the rays of the moon permeating the crystal surface and casting dim light and dappled shadows upon everything. She resurfaced again with a breath of air taken in and exhaled, pushing back her damp and heavy hair, a few meticulous strands clinging to her face.
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((Battle Music: Our Last Night Alive))
It was that dream again...... the same that haunted her sleep night after night since her youth.
No...not again... Why am I here? What does this all mean?
Beyond the battlefield, scarred and defiled, tainted black by several years of ceaseless, bloody warfare, beyond the festering, maggot ridden corpses of dead men, the splintered shields and shattered swords, the cracked helms and rusted armor, there...they stood, the last two warriors left alive. Two knights, one in white, the other in black, their swords drawn and their shields raised as the warriors gazed at each other from among the dark of their helms....but their gaze...twas not the heated glare of death between adversaries...but a painful stare of regret, as if Tohru could see into their eyes, see the suffering and discord the two knights shared. Neither of them wanted to do it, neither of them...wanted to fight any longer. The thick scuffs and dents in their tattered armor, the dried blood upon their swords worn down by years upon years of vicious war and turmoil, both knew it was the end for them. It would not be a fight to victory...but to the death.
The black knight, Tohru couldn't help but notice it now. For as long as she's had this dream, she had never realized underneath her dark, shadowy armor, the black knight....was crying, and...so too was the white knight. They were both in lachrymose, but even so, to their fate they charged headlong, a mighty war cry exhumed from both their dry and cracked hollow lips. Their swords met in a violent clash of thunder, steel and sparks shooting too and fro as without mercy, without quarter they bashed their blades together, several painful grunts and groans as they fought onwards...onwards...to a bitter end. Blood, red and viscous, it poured from their ghastly wounds, yet neither knight surrendering to the agony inflicted upon their bodies. Finally...
...it ended just as it had begun.
Both warriors, with one final, heartfelt thrust of their blades into one another, they fell to their knees upon the ashen grounds of the battlefield, the life...slowly and ever so tortuously draining from their mortal coils. Twas then the black knight...with a dying gasp for air she would never savor, fell into the arms of the white knight, embracing her in their last moments...as death took them both...
There were fireflies out tonight, little stars that seemed to have fallen from the heavens above and flickered and fluttered about the red haired girl, removing her yukata and letting it slip from her smooth shoulders. Such an eventful evening indeed it been, but now it was over and the midnight sun....that pleasant full moon....was in bright spirits with her pale light dancing upon the stream, notably calmer than before...the water almost as still as glass until Asuka disrupted that stillness wading into the shallow portion of the stream. She shivered a little at the brisk touch of the water to her sensitive exterior, but gradually she eased into it....feeling yet again at peace. Her hand reached for the silk black hair tie that kept her ponytail in place and removed it, letting her long, crimson locks fall about her rather slim shoulders as she closed her eyes and submerged into the clear, cool water. She opened her eyes momentarily underneath, noting how....different it felt under the water....such a different world below, even more mysterious with the rays of the moon permeating the crystal surface and casting dim light and dappled shadows upon everything. She resurfaced again with a breath of air taken in and exhaled, pushing back her damp and heavy hair, a few meticulous strands clinging to her face.
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((Battle Music: Our Last Night Alive))
It was that dream again...... the same that haunted her sleep night after night since her youth.
No...not again... Why am I here? What does this all mean?
Beyond the battlefield, scarred and defiled, tainted black by several years of ceaseless, bloody warfare, beyond the festering, maggot ridden corpses of dead men, the splintered shields and shattered swords, the cracked helms and rusted armor, there...they stood, the last two warriors left alive. Two knights, one in white, the other in black, their swords drawn and their shields raised as the warriors gazed at each other from among the dark of their helms....but their gaze...twas not the heated glare of death between adversaries...but a painful stare of regret, as if Tohru could see into their eyes, see the suffering and discord the two knights shared. Neither of them wanted to do it, neither of them...wanted to fight any longer. The thick scuffs and dents in their tattered armor, the dried blood upon their swords worn down by years upon years of vicious war and turmoil, both knew it was the end for them. It would not be a fight to victory...but to the death.
The black knight, Tohru couldn't help but notice it now. For as long as she's had this dream, she had never realized underneath her dark, shadowy armor, the black knight....was crying, and...so too was the white knight. They were both in lachrymose, but even so, to their fate they charged headlong, a mighty war cry exhumed from both their dry and cracked hollow lips. Their swords met in a violent clash of thunder, steel and sparks shooting too and fro as without mercy, without quarter they bashed their blades together, several painful grunts and groans as they fought onwards...onwards...to a bitter end. Blood, red and viscous, it poured from their ghastly wounds, yet neither knight surrendering to the agony inflicted upon their bodies. Finally...
...it ended just as it had begun.
Both warriors, with one final, heartfelt thrust of their blades into one another, they fell to their knees upon the ashen grounds of the battlefield, the life...slowly and ever so tortuously draining from their mortal coils. Twas then the black knight...with a dying gasp for air she would never savor, fell into the arms of the white knight, embracing her in their last moments...as death took them both...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Goats dammit you stupid cat
Stop eating my shoe! <.<
Violets are blue
Goats dammit you stupid cat
Stop eating my shoe! <.<
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