Post by Jutendouji on May 31, 2008 16:12:35 GMT -5
Byakko Tsugai
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[/center] Byakko Tsugai
Byakko, Tigress, Panthera
{Gender;;} Female
{Age::} 18
{Height;;} 5`4
{Status;;} Vampire
{Occupation;;} None
{Appearance;;} Bright mismatched optics glitter out of almost feline-like narrow black rimmed frames, elegantly slanted and positioned perfectly upon a pronounced face. The hue of her left eye is stained a deep fierce umber, flecked with lighter crimsons like a bed of lingering embers, the second hue is a stark crystalline blue that lightens at the edges with a cold layer of thick pale frosting. Small feral pupils adorn the center of both, combating the two clashing colours with predatory glare that par-chance could make even the dead shiver. Byakko’s build is lithe but toned, slender and small but surprisingly durable, her long golden tainted tan arms are tipped with slender clawed hands, emboldened black markings stain her scoreless golden skin at the shoulder in the form of large triangular tattoos that represent China’s Tigers, Byakko’s name and the land she came from; The Tattoos start on the ends of her shoulders and stop just before her elbow. Long silken black tresses flail down in front of her shoulders, the long perfectly straight raven hair ending at her hips, she keeps it loose, making it look like a waterfall of black liquid steel every time she turns up in a flurry of inhumane movement. A crimson framed tag dangles from the left side of her head, almost in ownership, written in Chinese characters, a small tuft of fur coming out of the end, a strange charm, which is said, at the time to keep certain spirits and demons at bay… (Ironic, ne?)
Byakko dresses in a black kimono, built with several layers; a high collar brushes against her cheekbones as it folds back in a lax curve, the fabric parts at the shoulders, exposing the ends of her shoulders and the tattoos they bare before the fabric seems to re-appear, connected under her arm, her left arm has nothing garbed on it at all, showing off her skin and the bold triangle tattoos that stain to her elbow. The jet silken fabric is embroidered with flower like patterns, a thick black corset sits loosely laced around her waist, melding with the slanted parting of the silken black drape which splits into four straight rectangles all the way round, for better movement an flexibility as it flows down like the end of a dress to hide her long tan legs from view. Byakko doesn’t seem to wear any shoes, but surprisingly her feet are mark-less.
{Personality;;} Byakko is a hunter, its easy to see from the way she carries herself, as well as the incredulous glitter of bloodlust in her eyes, she doesn’t distinguish well between genders or species, her prey is whatever happens to come along; she will eat, toy or socialize with any and all, in her own way; ’course.
Byakko is more of a creature trapped in human flesh then a use-to-be Mortal, she’s always been like that, only now she’s been gifted with fangs and claws; A mistake of the gods really.
Byakko’s playful and very physical, in a dangerous way, she acts rather then threatens and banters, banter really isn’t something Byakko grasps especially well, though she speaks perfect English, with no accent as a tell-tale-sign of her Chinese heritage, she doesn’t see much point in banter; it didn’t get the blood on her hands any quicker. Quite impatient and very very impulsive, Byakko listens to very few people; and those she does listen to are almost sacred to her, she will guard them with her very life.
Byakko has no mercy what-so-ever, begging is wasted on her; she only listens to dominance and that is pretty much useless if you give her the benefit of the doubt and treat her like the lady she looks like.
On the rare occasion, Byakko can be quite lax and languid, tame you could say…as if perhaps she’d had a sudden lapse of humanity.
{History;;} Power was what drove the girl mad, before the blood did…
A small shrine in rural China, was where the girl used to live, cleaning the statues that were said to protect and guard her, she was frail and sickly, abandoned in the arms of the lion-dog guards that stood rampant in the entrance. She was brought up in a single room, until she was old enough to be married off. The only company she’d had was that of small white cat, that feline was where the young girl acquired a lot of her traits as a youngster. The older she got the worse her symptoms became, she was prone to colds and vicious fevers… Bought by an upstanding Doctor, as more of a test subject then a wife or adopted child. Byakko spent a lot of time out at sea, as they made their way back to the port of London. She was about 12 at the time, getting weaker everyday she was forced into such harsh conditions… The Doctor never made it off the ship, no one was ever really sure what happened… he had been the first few moments then taken into the black abyss of ocean the next.
The boat hit port and the girl was dumped in the dock, too sickly to be much use at all, she made her way though, on the days she was well enough, running with the rogue dogs on the nights she was able. She got fitter, though quite malnourished and definitely feral, but not to the extent that she could be up and about everyday. Life was hard, and her frailty often led to beatings when she was caught stealing, being incapable of outrunning the merchant she was able to outsmart, or victim of a skilful pickpocket.
She was little more of a child then the great greasy black rats were as they marched through the alleyways, snapping at her exposed toes as she ran by, playing games of pretend, to escape this actually hell she’d been brought to, compared to the serenity of the rural shine she used to inhabit.
Byakko’s games of pretend were ripped viciously from her by the gloved hand that clasped her arm, before the strenuous pain that laboured through her neck. The little happiness that she’d built was shattered, if indeed it could be considered as something so positive. The Vampire…put the pieces back together, however; he put them back the way he thought they should be. The next night was the brightest it had been in a long time, Byakko didn’t feel sick at all, doing everything she’d wanted to do before…and more. She grew mad off this power, such freedom! Her first taste of blood was the day her humanity vanished, she became bestial, the rush of blood, how it felt like it was pumping her full of more strength…she’d never felt so fantastic before.
Strength is addictive, once you’ve had a taste of some; you think you need more…and she did. Not knowing the restraints the usual people had from learning to deal with strength at a young age. Byakko could barely hold a glass without breaking it... She became a loose cannon, killing because she could and because it felt great. No one knew the joys of feeling someone’s body crumple in your grip…
Byakko became addicted to it, and reverted back to something primeval… in a pretty innocent wrapping.
{Fears;;}
+Cages,
+ Indoors,
+ Bugs,
+ Children
+ Serious (Tense) situations.
{Skills and talents;;}
+ Flexibility,
+ Acrobatics,
+Hand to hand combat,
+Armed combat
+Traditional Chinese dances.
{Celebrity Model;;} None
{Character played by;;} ‘Ren’ – Jutendouji
[/sub][/font][/right]Byakko, Tigress, Panthera
{Gender;;} Female
{Age::} 18
{Height;;} 5`4
{Status;;} Vampire
{Occupation;;} None
{Appearance;;} Bright mismatched optics glitter out of almost feline-like narrow black rimmed frames, elegantly slanted and positioned perfectly upon a pronounced face. The hue of her left eye is stained a deep fierce umber, flecked with lighter crimsons like a bed of lingering embers, the second hue is a stark crystalline blue that lightens at the edges with a cold layer of thick pale frosting. Small feral pupils adorn the center of both, combating the two clashing colours with predatory glare that par-chance could make even the dead shiver. Byakko’s build is lithe but toned, slender and small but surprisingly durable, her long golden tainted tan arms are tipped with slender clawed hands, emboldened black markings stain her scoreless golden skin at the shoulder in the form of large triangular tattoos that represent China’s Tigers, Byakko’s name and the land she came from; The Tattoos start on the ends of her shoulders and stop just before her elbow. Long silken black tresses flail down in front of her shoulders, the long perfectly straight raven hair ending at her hips, she keeps it loose, making it look like a waterfall of black liquid steel every time she turns up in a flurry of inhumane movement. A crimson framed tag dangles from the left side of her head, almost in ownership, written in Chinese characters, a small tuft of fur coming out of the end, a strange charm, which is said, at the time to keep certain spirits and demons at bay… (Ironic, ne?)
Byakko dresses in a black kimono, built with several layers; a high collar brushes against her cheekbones as it folds back in a lax curve, the fabric parts at the shoulders, exposing the ends of her shoulders and the tattoos they bare before the fabric seems to re-appear, connected under her arm, her left arm has nothing garbed on it at all, showing off her skin and the bold triangle tattoos that stain to her elbow. The jet silken fabric is embroidered with flower like patterns, a thick black corset sits loosely laced around her waist, melding with the slanted parting of the silken black drape which splits into four straight rectangles all the way round, for better movement an flexibility as it flows down like the end of a dress to hide her long tan legs from view. Byakko doesn’t seem to wear any shoes, but surprisingly her feet are mark-less.
{Personality;;} Byakko is a hunter, its easy to see from the way she carries herself, as well as the incredulous glitter of bloodlust in her eyes, she doesn’t distinguish well between genders or species, her prey is whatever happens to come along; she will eat, toy or socialize with any and all, in her own way; ’course.
Byakko is more of a creature trapped in human flesh then a use-to-be Mortal, she’s always been like that, only now she’s been gifted with fangs and claws; A mistake of the gods really.
Byakko’s playful and very physical, in a dangerous way, she acts rather then threatens and banters, banter really isn’t something Byakko grasps especially well, though she speaks perfect English, with no accent as a tell-tale-sign of her Chinese heritage, she doesn’t see much point in banter; it didn’t get the blood on her hands any quicker. Quite impatient and very very impulsive, Byakko listens to very few people; and those she does listen to are almost sacred to her, she will guard them with her very life.
Byakko has no mercy what-so-ever, begging is wasted on her; she only listens to dominance and that is pretty much useless if you give her the benefit of the doubt and treat her like the lady she looks like.
On the rare occasion, Byakko can be quite lax and languid, tame you could say…as if perhaps she’d had a sudden lapse of humanity.
{History;;} Power was what drove the girl mad, before the blood did…
A small shrine in rural China, was where the girl used to live, cleaning the statues that were said to protect and guard her, she was frail and sickly, abandoned in the arms of the lion-dog guards that stood rampant in the entrance. She was brought up in a single room, until she was old enough to be married off. The only company she’d had was that of small white cat, that feline was where the young girl acquired a lot of her traits as a youngster. The older she got the worse her symptoms became, she was prone to colds and vicious fevers… Bought by an upstanding Doctor, as more of a test subject then a wife or adopted child. Byakko spent a lot of time out at sea, as they made their way back to the port of London. She was about 12 at the time, getting weaker everyday she was forced into such harsh conditions… The Doctor never made it off the ship, no one was ever really sure what happened… he had been the first few moments then taken into the black abyss of ocean the next.
The boat hit port and the girl was dumped in the dock, too sickly to be much use at all, she made her way though, on the days she was well enough, running with the rogue dogs on the nights she was able. She got fitter, though quite malnourished and definitely feral, but not to the extent that she could be up and about everyday. Life was hard, and her frailty often led to beatings when she was caught stealing, being incapable of outrunning the merchant she was able to outsmart, or victim of a skilful pickpocket.
She was little more of a child then the great greasy black rats were as they marched through the alleyways, snapping at her exposed toes as she ran by, playing games of pretend, to escape this actually hell she’d been brought to, compared to the serenity of the rural shine she used to inhabit.
Byakko’s games of pretend were ripped viciously from her by the gloved hand that clasped her arm, before the strenuous pain that laboured through her neck. The little happiness that she’d built was shattered, if indeed it could be considered as something so positive. The Vampire…put the pieces back together, however; he put them back the way he thought they should be. The next night was the brightest it had been in a long time, Byakko didn’t feel sick at all, doing everything she’d wanted to do before…and more. She grew mad off this power, such freedom! Her first taste of blood was the day her humanity vanished, she became bestial, the rush of blood, how it felt like it was pumping her full of more strength…she’d never felt so fantastic before.
Strength is addictive, once you’ve had a taste of some; you think you need more…and she did. Not knowing the restraints the usual people had from learning to deal with strength at a young age. Byakko could barely hold a glass without breaking it... She became a loose cannon, killing because she could and because it felt great. No one knew the joys of feeling someone’s body crumple in your grip…
Byakko became addicted to it, and reverted back to something primeval… in a pretty innocent wrapping.
{Fears;;}
+Cages,
+ Indoors,
+ Bugs,
+ Children
+ Serious (Tense) situations.
{Skills and talents;;}
+ Flexibility,
+ Acrobatics,
+Hand to hand combat,
+Armed combat
+Traditional Chinese dances.
{Celebrity Model;;} None
{Character played by;;} ‘Ren’ – Jutendouji
