name: Emi Himura
age (think in either decades or centuries): 19
demon form (prefer to have image but description works as well): http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2013/093/4/3/_cwhk33__mirai_nikki____gasai_yuno_by_monkeyyan-d4qhbkh.png
human form (if applicable): Same as demon.
personality: Obsessive. Extremely caring to a point of psychosis. Lonely, and afraid of being alone. Trusting in very few and loyal to just one person. A very happy and outgoing set of mannerisms, to Tetsuya, but to everyone else she gives the cold shoulder. She is very feminine and sometimes shy around Tetsuya. Otherwise she is very cold, calculating, and unfeeling.
history: Emi was born to small Japanese family. She had very little friends and she wasn’t always the insane person she is now. She lived a normal life for a girl of her time. Until the age of 16. Her mother became sick, so sick that she was refined to a bedrest for an extended period of time. It was Emi’s job every day to give her medicine and take care of her while her father worked.
This left little to no time for anything else in Emi’s life. No time for friends or anything. After a few years of enduring this her mother passed on. Her father, grief stricken, blamed everything on her and beat her until she was near death. This was only the start of her problems. Every day was a new torment for Emi, with the death of her mother weighing on her and her fathers abuse as a constant form of fear. It was almost too much for Emi to take. Almost.
One day a boy approached her in class and asked her to study with him. She gladly said yes, it would be a way to escape the torment her father put her through, at least for a few hours. The time she spent with him was the most fun she had had in years, which wasn’t saying much.
Arriving home, Emi’s father was waiting. The punishment was unlike anything she had experienced before. He placed her in a box. It seemed like days , she cried and screamed, and said she was sorry until she eventually broke, she just layed there for the remaining time. No sound, no fighting. She resigned her life and looked back on everything that lead her to that point. She remembered the beatings and the grief, but the thing that stood out the most was the time with Tetsuya. The only time she had been happy in what seemed like ages. What seemed like weeks later (only two days in reality) her father released her. The only condition was to come home right after school. No stopping.
So Tetsuya became the thing she could never have. The source of happiness in her small, small world. The only thing she lived for.
weapon(s) of choice: Knives
abilities (no more then two and within reason): Ethereal From, Posession.
your fear type (your fear is your inherit ability passed down from your family generations that bring fear to your enemy when you use it): Bloodlust, when in battle her eyes turn red signalling her bloodlust is indeed raging inside her. Her movements become faster and she becomes stronger the more she kills.
cause for wanting to join: Well Tetsuya is, of course.
Other: Crazy.
