Re: The Wretched Rite - Sign up today!
07-07-2011, 11:31 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
I ended up feeling really bad over entering Blaise with no backstory and no idea how to write him, so I'm entering another profile. Consider this an actual entry.
Username: Definitely not Wojjan
Name: Miyu Chikako, or Mimi Chicago in the western world. Once known as Shincho but some god took care of that.
Gender: Female
Race: Harionago. Demons that seduce young men, and tear out their guts by the spines on their hair.
Color: Does this exist?
Abilities:
True to her roots, Mimi has all the powers of a hard-working Harionago that entirely resents being one. She's got the looks that can basically seduce anyone even a little susceptive to feminine charms, and the smile of an angel that fell from heaven from being inherently evil and took up prostitution and killing. It's a smile that bares just the amount of teeth that it can mean anything from contempt to agreement and even “the look.”
She's got some poledancing experience she's rather ashamed of having (she was young and she needed cash, it's like that in the big city, okay?) and other than that she's a good kisser-of-death if that's even a thing.
But if you need a guy killed, she's also your lass. Her hair stretches about thrice her height, and she can control it limitlessly. It can perform any task with no matter how much precision. She could theoretically make her hair tie a ribbon in her hair, to give an example. Her hair is also reinforced at the ends with barbs, which secrete some kind of natural poison. It's complicated. It packs enough of a punch to utterly decimate any opponents, though, and combined with her limber hair makes for very efficient combat.
Description/Appearance:
This is where Mimi deviates from the norm in her kind a bit. Not being dropped in traditional Japan, but in sleazy Los Angeles, Mimi doesn't wear a traditional kimono, but a rather baggy pair of pants and blouse, both tinted red and black. Maybe she's going jogging after the battle. She tops off her outfit with striped stockings, and adds glittery white kickers to the mix. You can't blame a thousand-year-old Japanese lady for trying to impress, but still her entire outfit seems a bit too much, and gives off a slutty, unkempt vibe. Unlike wrinkles from being infinitely old, it's hard to hide about five metres of hair. Still, Mimi manages to, by tying her black hair together in a ponytail.
She's a bitch. That's basically as in-depth her personality goes right now. She's been lied to, backstabbed, disgraced and her mood has hit an all-time low. She does have an excellent way to cope, which is inflicting all the misfortune she's been dealt to others.
Backstory:
Legend goes that among the many Sennin that come and pass – gods are no exception, for everything that is born has to die – there is always a delicate balance of good and evil, so as to leave the gods in the middle of disputes, with no obligation to act in any favor.
So you could say it was bad luck that brought Miyu down to what she is now.
It was supposed to be a simple plan. Nab some peaches for the two of them out of the holy garden, get granted immortality so they'd both get away scot-free. Tobosaku came up with the idea, but it required Shincho's full commitment.
But when Shincho approached the goddess of growth and spread out her hair to cover her vision, Seiobo got apprehensive. She knew that she was getting tricked, and immediately pushed her away.
As punishment for trying to deceive her, she passed judgement, and saw her fit as Sennin no more. Shincho was a name forgotten, she received the name Chikako. A girl of a thousand gleeful perfumes. She transformed Shincho into an evil, villainous creature, the Harionago. She was cast down to earth, forced to do naught but her last attempt. Seduce people, and bereave them of life.
Even now as the whistling wind rolls down the streets, and a charming woman smiles at you from under her umbrella, or the girl that danced your heart away last night meets you again and throws you a line, you would do best not to reply. For you never know when she introduces herself as Mimi Chicago.
I ended up feeling really bad over entering Blaise with no backstory and no idea how to write him, so I'm entering another profile. Consider this an actual entry.
Username: Definitely not Wojjan
Name: Miyu Chikako, or Mimi Chicago in the western world. Once known as Shincho but some god took care of that.
Gender: Female
Race: Harionago. Demons that seduce young men, and tear out their guts by the spines on their hair.
Color: Does this exist?
Abilities:
True to her roots, Mimi has all the powers of a hard-working Harionago that entirely resents being one. She's got the looks that can basically seduce anyone even a little susceptive to feminine charms, and the smile of an angel that fell from heaven from being inherently evil and took up prostitution and killing. It's a smile that bares just the amount of teeth that it can mean anything from contempt to agreement and even “the look.”
She's got some poledancing experience she's rather ashamed of having (she was young and she needed cash, it's like that in the big city, okay?) and other than that she's a good kisser-of-death if that's even a thing.
But if you need a guy killed, she's also your lass. Her hair stretches about thrice her height, and she can control it limitlessly. It can perform any task with no matter how much precision. She could theoretically make her hair tie a ribbon in her hair, to give an example. Her hair is also reinforced at the ends with barbs, which secrete some kind of natural poison. It's complicated. It packs enough of a punch to utterly decimate any opponents, though, and combined with her limber hair makes for very efficient combat.
Description/Appearance:
This is where Mimi deviates from the norm in her kind a bit. Not being dropped in traditional Japan, but in sleazy Los Angeles, Mimi doesn't wear a traditional kimono, but a rather baggy pair of pants and blouse, both tinted red and black. Maybe she's going jogging after the battle. She tops off her outfit with striped stockings, and adds glittery white kickers to the mix. You can't blame a thousand-year-old Japanese lady for trying to impress, but still her entire outfit seems a bit too much, and gives off a slutty, unkempt vibe. Unlike wrinkles from being infinitely old, it's hard to hide about five metres of hair. Still, Mimi manages to, by tying her black hair together in a ponytail.
She's a bitch. That's basically as in-depth her personality goes right now. She's been lied to, backstabbed, disgraced and her mood has hit an all-time low. She does have an excellent way to cope, which is inflicting all the misfortune she's been dealt to others.
Backstory:
Legend goes that among the many Sennin that come and pass – gods are no exception, for everything that is born has to die – there is always a delicate balance of good and evil, so as to leave the gods in the middle of disputes, with no obligation to act in any favor.
So you could say it was bad luck that brought Miyu down to what she is now.
It was supposed to be a simple plan. Nab some peaches for the two of them out of the holy garden, get granted immortality so they'd both get away scot-free. Tobosaku came up with the idea, but it required Shincho's full commitment.
But when Shincho approached the goddess of growth and spread out her hair to cover her vision, Seiobo got apprehensive. She knew that she was getting tricked, and immediately pushed her away.
As punishment for trying to deceive her, she passed judgement, and saw her fit as Sennin no more. Shincho was a name forgotten, she received the name Chikako. A girl of a thousand gleeful perfumes. She transformed Shincho into an evil, villainous creature, the Harionago. She was cast down to earth, forced to do naught but her last attempt. Seduce people, and bereave them of life.
Even now as the whistling wind rolls down the streets, and a charming woman smiles at you from under her umbrella, or the girl that danced your heart away last night meets you again and throws you a line, you would do best not to reply. For you never know when she introduces herself as Mimi Chicago.
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