Post by JUNIPER ?! on Apr 1, 2010 5:53:41 GMT
( NO ROOM FOR MY OBSESSION )
AKANE IKEDA
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send her back across the sea.
[/b][/color][/center]send her back across the sea.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US • Pff. I created you, fools. :3
CONTACTS • PM, of course.
OTHER CHARACTERS • mebbepossibly NO, sorry. :c
ANYTHING ELSE • The character does not belong to any anime. She was made up by me and me alone, though I've used bases in order to make the images. No copyright intended.
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( ADJUSTS HIS GOGGLES )
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NICKNAMES • Eda
AGE • 17
APPEARS • 17
OCCUPATION • Traveler
SPECIES • Ookami Hanyou
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( IRRESPECTIVE OF THE SUBJECT )
i will make it apply.
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To be quite frank, hair-care is the least of Akane's worries. Her ochre locks are, quite contrary to the popular style of the period, cut short. Gravity seems to favor them; for it holds them up, making her hair just out in a rather messy way even if she has taken the time to make herself look prim and proper. Her hair, at a glance, is neither thin nor thick, sitting at a rather comfy middle. However, upon closer inspection, it has a coarse and yet fine texture, quite like that of running your fingers through a wolf's summer coat. On the night of the waxing crescent moon, however, her hair takes on a much silkier texture, accented with lighter streaks of brown.
EYES •
Her eyes are a rich amber color, like that of burnt caramel, flecked with the somber hazel hue that her mother possesses. Be warned through, for every rose has its thorns, and there is an impossible strength often hidden in this hanyou so young in her years. One the one night of the month she becomes human, her eyes shift into a chartreuse color.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT • 5' 5", 106 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES • Though far from beautiful, Akane possesses pretty, delicate, even, facial features that could make a more easily tempted man take a second look. A delicately arced forehead drops down into a strong jawline that contains a charming smile; if the holder cares to show it.
Naturally, Akane possesses a lithe build. Being the half wolf-demon she is, she has the uncanny stamina and activity of any canine and is loathe to be stuck indoors doing nothing at all. Extra energy makes her antsy and she spends most of her time outdoors, doing anything that will allow her to sleep deeply; that is, when she needs sleep. Her body is lined with corded muscles, though they can hardly be seen under her clothing. She appears a fragile soul, but looks can be deceiving; she can easily overpower a human.
From a far away glance, Akane, like any middle-class demon, could easily be mistaken for a human. The similarities between her and other humans makes it hard to differentiate between them; however, upon closer inspection, there are many differences between her and a regular human, and, indeed, other youkai. The most noticeable would be the ears that rest atop her head; they resemble a wolf's ears in every way. Lined with sensitive hairs and cupped delicately, they give her the exceptional hearing that could easily be the difference between life and death.
Another distinguishing feature would be the tail that grows from her spine, covered in fine brown fur and tipped in white; as if it were dipped into a bowl of ivory paint. Both her feet and hands are calloused and are noticeably thicker underneath the skin; rather like a wolf's paw-pads. Her spine, however, is longer than a humans to allow for a comfortable four-legged run in her humanoid shape. Naturally, this also makes her legs shorter than the norm, but it is easily hidden under the mauve skirt she normally wears.
PLAYBY • Akane is an original character and therefore has no play-by.
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( TELL ME THE LOCATION )
i will stand outside.
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[+] Stretching; the tingling feeling in my muscles afterward gives me goosebumps.
[+] Running; how else can I waste my overload of energy?
[+] Apples; especially the ripe red ones.
[+] Meat; I'm half-wolf, what would you expect? Of course, this doesn't necessarily mean I like it raw, nor does it mean I can actually get some.
[+] Socializing; I love talking with people. Even though they're usually scared off.
[+] Fighting/Tussling; I don't exactly like the violence where you get hurt and possibly killed. The gentle kind is great for making me actually feel tired.
[+] Her mother; she's my mother, why else? She understands me.
[+] Natural scents; artificial ones are much too strong.
[+] Flowers; their bright colors and sweet scents are calming.
[+] Silence; my ears are way sensitive; too much screaming can give me a pounding headache.
[+] Being in charge; I'm the alpha around here.
DISLIKES •
[-] Strangers; I don't hate them, I love meeting them, but if they seems suspicious I'll be on high-alert. I'm very territorial.
[-] Cats; evil, evil little creatures.
[-] People who refuse to submit; people who challenge my authority are in for a good whipping. Unless, of course, my instinct makes me submit.
[-] Lesser Demons; I may be part demon, but those things freak the hell out of me, even if I have managed to kill one or two.
[-] Water; I hate getting my tail wet. And the water goes into my ears, too.
[-] Curious people; I'm not unwilling to answer questions, but when they go all touchy feely and start pulling and my tail, I get annoyed.
[-] Children; When they cry, my ears drums feel like they're going to pop.
[-] Being surprised; I'm used to hearing people creep up on me. I don't think that will change, but if it does I'm certain I won't like it.
[-] Becoming human; It's a great chance for me to socialize with the villagers, but by the time it happens they're all asleep. Not being able to hear anything sucks. Bittersweet, really.
[-] Being indoors; Those huts are so full of old smells that it gives me a headache. Not to mention I get all antsy.
[-] Gossip; Can it be called gossiping when I hear everything they say?
STRENGTHS •
» Smell and hearing. Like any animal, I have heightened senses, though my eyesight could be a little better. My sense of smell is very handy. It's simple to distinguish between scents an therefore makes it easy for me to recognize who's coming; that is, if the wind blowing the right way. As for my hearing, I can hear someone's heartbeat a few yards away.
» Strength and Speed; It's easy to tell how much stronger I am than a ningen. I can overpower them easily, and I can easily beat a full-grown male human when it comes to fighting. My speed is my best point, in my opinion. You know, I'm small and nimble, so my body is really aerodynamic.
» Sixth Sense; You know, this is something I'd rather not discuss. It's not something a human like you would really understand, but whatever. It's a bit hard to explain, actually. You know, before a storm, I can tell that one's gonna come not just because of the change in wind direction and the scent in the air, but because there's a strange feeling deep in my bones. It's like a developed instinct; I know when something's right or wrong, or when someone's lying.
~ Loyalty; I love my friends. I really do. It's not like I have a lot of them, but I know I'd do anything for them. It's not something I have any control of. If I see someone I care for sad, something just tugs inside my heart. It's the weirdest feeling and I like to prevent it. Not to mention the satisfaction I feel when they're cared for and everything.
~ Honesty; I hate lying, I really do. Even if it was necessary I'd much rather not do it. It makes my skin prickle, not to mention the guilt I feel is awful. I wouldn't lie even if it would make another happy; if you're ugly, you're ugly. You can't change it much, so there's no point in killing yourself over it.
~ Bravery; You know, I don't think this could be called a strength. It's just when I see someone I love in danger I get awfully scared and something inside forces me to do something about it. This sometimes stops me from thinking before I act, but I try to, I really do. Sometimes the exhilaration of fighting is too much and I jump in anyway, whether someone's in danger or not.
WEAKNESSES •
» Smell and hearing; Even though great smell and hearing is one of my strengths, they're also my weaknesses. An overpowering scent can easily put me out of it for a while. An especially loud noise can seriously hurt and put me writhing on the floor. You'd think I would've gotten used to things such as that, put it's hard to do.
» Lack of training; Alright, alright, I'll admit it. I may seem confident if I fight you, but I really don't have any training in fighting whatsoever. Sure, my instincts make me go for points like the throat and the eyes, but I generally just wildly lunge at people. I've never really had a chance to develop my fighting skills.
~ Territorial; It's a bit embarrassing to say, actually. Yes, I'm extremely territorial. I prowl the small area I've claimed for myself around my birthplace every night. It's strange, actually; something in my mind tells me that it's natural to do it, but I've never seen any others from my village doing it. Then again, they're human and I'm not, really.
~ Gullible; Despite the treatment I get from a lot of people and demons for being a Hanyou, my mother tells me not to judge them because of it. She just says they fear what they don't understand, and they don't understand me. So, I learn to trust them in order to let that happen.
~ Pride; Yes, I can't help it. I have this overwhelming sense of pride for being part demon that my mother tells me I got from my father. I can't help but look down on lesser demons because they're so weak, easily beaten and disgustingly grotesque. My pride also makes me hate accepting help. I don't like being owed to people.
FEARS •
{X} Mother dying; Not to sound cheesy or anything, but she's really the only one who understands me. I think I've said that before, but her dying would be a blow I don't want to think about.
{X} Death; Death is the unknown. Humans fear the unknown. Half-humans fear the unknown also. So that means I fear it, too.
ABILITIES •
[+] Call to arms; Call to arms? No, it's a call for help, really. My yokai is able to make a call, of sorts, that alerts people it recognizes as friendly towards me that I need help. Lucky me; if it hadn't alerted my mother when I was younger I would be long dead. And, embarrassing to say, it's rather like a wolf's howl.
PERSONALITY •
You know, my mother once told me to just 'be myself'. I figured that was simple, right? Who else could I be other than the person I am now? But things were simple then. I was young, a child, barely a fledgling jumping into the world. That was when I always had my mother's comforting embrace around me, when she was my sun and my world. Everything revolved around her. She was my first and only friend, and, quite frankly, I didn't want any more. But now, thinking back on that, I find that I'm unsure. I now understand why she said that; she knew I would struggle as I grew stronger and wiser. Because of that, I try not to do anything that would make people judge me, though perhaps if they did I would not care. I tend to let their opinions slide off my shoulders. After all, if they don't like me, who am I to try and change that?
I don't think 'rude' is an appropriate word to describe me, however. Sure, I can become defensive when I'm threatened or challenged, but who doesn't? I've learned to become accustomed to the insults that were thrown at me daily, and verbal violence toward me rarely occurs any more. It's like the humans wanted to get a rise out of my and I allowed them to, much to my mother's annoyance. She's a strong woman, I know that now. Not one bit of her advice has gone to the dogs. Though the hardest part of being who I am is trying to accept the fact that it won't change. After all, if you allow someone other than yourself to force you to change, then you're weak.
Of course, all of that doesn't mean I'm completely unfriendly. In fact, I love meeting new people. I adore it. Loneliness is something I can't stand. Silence, without the hum of human voices, is louder in my ears than a catastrophic explosion, and that's saying something. When I'm truly alone I get the feeling of utter dread that holds my limbs down like lead. It's quite frightening, actually. Even the faintest sniff of another being could get my hopes up.
As aforementioned, my mother once told my that humans often fear what they do not understand, and so they fear me. She's always encouraged me in that sense, telling me what to do and how humans act. After all, while I may be part human, I'm also part demon, and sometimes the ningen's strange customs puzzle me. Of course, I know more about them than I do of my demon heritage. I even frighten myself sometimes. Taking a human's hand too rashly can cause me to break their fragile bones; something I learned when my mother nursed bruises on her hands as my strength began to develop. The urges I feel are strange and terrifying. If something runs in front of me, it's almost like a film covers my eyes; I just have to start up a chase. I don't mean to scare anyone by doing this; but I have a sneaking suspicion that it's simply instinct. It's embarrassing to admit, but studying the village dogs sometimes helps.
I'd never put myself in the same category as an animal like that, however. Humans and demons alike may despise my species but I'm proud of it. As you could probably guess, I was once uncertain of where I stood; humans feared me because of the youkai blood in my veins, and demons feared me because I carry my mother's blood. I don't view it like this anymore, however. Instead of belonging to neither, I belong in both; a part to each side. However; which side am I to step to if I am forced to choose? I often ask myself questions like this, so I'm very uncertain.
When a person is alone, they often have a lot of time to think many things through. I often take this chance. I don't simply wander about the forest, prowling, because I want to. I wouldn't do it if I couldn't scent my mother nearby, after all. It simply gives me a chance to think about things. I dislike being alone, but this is bearable. I wouldn't be able to think the way I do if I didn't have this precious time to myself.
I know I'm a cheerful person. If a person so cares to wave my way, I will wave back with a smile and a 'hello'. Just because people treat me so doesn't mean I should give up hope that they can still understand me. I get suspicious, of course, and I do judge people, but who doesn't? I only do it within good reason, of course. If someone follows my without announcing their presence I'm bound to get suspicious. Anyone would. I care for friends as if they were of my own blood. Having someone I love be put in danger isn't something I will or can stand for. I will put all my strength into getting rid of the threat.
Even so, I do get frustrated at my position. It isn't easy being where I am, and if I wasn't born with the iron will of my mother then I wouldn't be where I was today. I can never quite fit in with anybody who's willing to accept me and so I tend to avoid humans unless a particularly hopeful case shows up. I can be blunt, sarcastic and mean on my bad days, but I would be nothing if I didn't. After all, a perfect person is most definitely a person without a good soul.
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( FORCE TOO MANY INTO MY HAND )
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Father: Kajiro, Ookami Youkai.
SIBLINGS • None.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS • None.
HISTORY • My history? Well that isn't really a question I was expecting. A lot of people wouldn't even want to comprehend how a hanyou came into existence. I don't think they could understand why a demon could possibly fall in love with a human, or vice versa. My mother explained to me that herself and my father didn't fall in love, but he charmed her into bearing his child. She has a very low opinion of him, for she says that he ran away from his parenting duties as soon as he could. Of course, this gives me a very bad impression of him, though I must admit I am curious.
She explained to me that their relationship was not one of love, on his part. His need to reproduce in order to keep his bloodline grew to a point where he was willing to accept any woman to bear his child. It seemed he stumbled upon our village quite by accident and did try to get close to a lot of the woman there, and mother tells me that's the only way they could know that I'm part wolf. Back to the picture, she says she was the only one who didn't run away because of his posture. " If he had growled the slightest bit, " she laughed to me as I listened, " I would have fled like a hare from a hunter. "
He was a charmer, completely wooing her with cute antics in his true form as a speckled ochre wolf. It was only until she had the courage to touch him and approach him, and when he could actually stand being touched by her, that he showed her his humanoid form. She was going to run; after all, who wouldn't if a wolf transformed into a demon in front of their very eyes? However, she told me that it was just something in his eyes that made her hesitate fleeing. There was a strange desperation in them, and a gentleness that looked almost like love, she told me. Maybe that was why she took a step closer and prodded his chest, just to check if he was actually real. After all, she knew nothing of demons and their true forms. She told me she did have an infatuation towards him, but it grew into more as he began to show personality and courted her.
Of course, things led to things, and I was conceived. Don't ask me to go into any more detail. By instinct alone Kajiro knew my mother was pregnant and it was as if a film had been lifted from his eyes. He felt guilty, not to mention a tad disgusted, that it was a human woman who bore his child. Still, it was those two feelings that kept him close-by, though his actions towards my mother belied his later actions. He tended to avoid my mother, despite her continuously looking for him.
Eventually, the villagers began to notice her disappearing into the forest and reappearing hours later, longer even for them to notice the bump on her belly growing. They assumed, and their assumptions were correct. They began to shun her, even her old 'friends', leaving into the forest in hopes of bringing the youkai's carcass back. Kajiro disappeared, though Hikari somehow knew that he hadn't died. After all, the villagers would've brought back his body to celebrate their victory. Fortunately for my mother, her sibling, Ai, was a very supporting sister and stood up for my mother when the villagers threw harsh words at her. All the while the babe in her womb grew and developed, immune to their austere glares.
The night was warm when I was born. A full moon poured liquid silver onto the dappled ground, everything was silent. My cries shattered the night as if it were fragile glass, my mother said, a sign of a healthy baby. Already my ears and tail were visible and my mother, naturally, began to panic for my welfare, thinking that I would suffer the abuse she had suffered. Ai insisted that they would disappear with time, just for reassurance. Of course, they didn't, but it was the thought behind the words that counted, right?
I grew up with both acting as my 'parents', per say. Both had relinquished their comfortable village lives; some were unwilling to share their goods with them, while others threw food and clothing at them, fearing that she would call her 'wolf mate' to attack them. Of course, Hikari didn't ever say this was untrue; it provided them with sustenance and that was what they needed. I grew rapidly, growing more curious by the day. Of course my strength also grew, as did my fangs, and many things were destroyed, though it's embarrassing to admit. I did notice the glares I was sent by the villagers when I walked through the town hand-in-hand with my mother, but I had never let it bother me.
When I was four she began teaching me basic reading, writing and arithmetic skills. My mother was a learned woman, as was her sister, although I have to admit, I disliked them for it. I was cooped up in the house for three hours a day when I would much rather be outside playing around. Learning my kanji and basic numbers went painfully slow, but I managed it. Often times I returned with a dead pheasant or other small animal, teary eyed. After all, it was my instinct that made me leap on them when they ran. As I grew older I learned to stifle these instincts, though I have yet to perfect that. Eventually, it grew to the time when I could understand why everybody aside from my mother and my aunt seemed to dislike me. Overtly, I was bitter towards the world for a while, though I decided to let it go. I'd just have to help them like me, wouldn't I?
To this day, I much prefer wandering in the forest around the village than going inside it. It's not something I particularly enjoy, but it can't be helped. I often grow frustrated at the lack of progress I'm getting. The people of the village have often seen me killing a lesser demon for their safety, and yet I receive no thank you, simply a glare and a murmur of 'it was her that brought them, anyway.' It's only on the basis that my mother is not as young as she used to be that I don't just up and leave the place.
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