Okami

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Name: Mistrunner, Okami

Age: 22 ~ however Okami is one in a long line of Mistrunners that have popped up in history, but some think it’s the same prison all this time, but that would put her over 3000 years ~

Gender: Female

Appearance: because the Mistrunner’s key power is too transform themselves into wolves her human form has never been seen by any outside of the family, and she only uses it when someone is looking for a wolf.

Spoiler:

Personality: Okami is normally a quite individual, watching patently before deciding upon what to do and acting, after that she is unflinching in her resolve to see it thought, regardless if its her own life on the line, knowing too well the difference of what seems right and what IS right, she does not strive for idlest dreams like vast power over a large group of people ‘world dominion’ as some put it, nor attacking randomly in a self proclaimed title of being some keeper of balance, such things in her eyes where not things to be grasp by like likes of Shinigami or hollows, or anything in-between, dreams like that are as hard to grasp like ones breath on a cold winters day.

Okami never fighting out of aggression, needing something to fight for gives her strength and only calls on her powers to defend what is dear to her, having something taken from her is, for her, worst then death itself. When he is in a fight she will fight valiantly, but only as long that is needed, if she only needs to buy time, then she will till she can retreat, however she is not afraid to kill if it is needed, but seeing as she normally only draws her powers for defence no one had seen the side of her when she is forced to kill.

History:
‘We are watchers. Our eyes are everywhere and we must be patient and quiet else we may miss what could be harmful. Can you sit still quietly and wait for just the right moment, then open your eyes with a fury and act with all the energy you have cultivated? Timing is everything, and without patience you cannot be sensitive to timing.’

They where the words from her father, Kildiyen Mistrunner, that shaped her life the most, the Mistrunners where not too dissimilar from the Quincy’s in power, a large group all shearing the same power as long as they shared the same blood, but they never grew as vast as their bow using brethren, remaining mostly unknown for many years but where the ones to give rise to the old werewolf stories of old, they never dew the attention of the Shinigami as they count not transform into a spiritual body so they could not travel to the Soul Society, and when they killed a hollow rather then it being cleansed as when a Shinigami kills it, or destroyed as with a Quincy, they would force the Hollow to lose control of its physical form, forcing it to despairs and return to Hueco Mundo where it will reform after some time.

Okami came into her powers at the age of 5, 4 years earlier then what is normal for there clan, the formation of a young Mistrunner’s power is marked by a first uncontrollable transformation into their wolf form. Her transformation came about when a small hollow, no bigger then a cat, made its was into the clan’s garden when she was playing in the sunlight, her eyes locked onto it as he crawled across the grass towards her, the hollows power so small it had remained undetected till now, but still a hollow like this was still a threat to the small child, as Okami stood up she found herself unable to maintain balance as her body started to jerk uncontrollably, before she knew it she was on all fours snarling at the hollow, trying to be as intimidating as a pup could be.

The small thing hissed at her, feeling confident even in its small body that it could take her out, it licked its lips before charging forwards. Okami stood her ground, growing a pathetic little growl as the hollow rushed towards her, with a roar the hollow leaped at the pup only to have itself pined down by a large ash-grey paw, Kildiyen had came by to check on her just in time to see the hollow, said hollow growled and tried to get free from having the clan leader’s paw on its head, but he was not too happy with it attacking his child and quickly crushed its head.

She looked up at her feather, his golden eyes set off by his stormy grey coat. A wolfish grin on her face as her tail wagged at him, the clan leader just shook his head before taking her inside by the scruff of her neck, from then on Okami was looked at as a child prodigy, being the first in the clans history to come into her powers so soon, and this also seemed to be true as she soon mastered everything that her father could teach her. She took to heart the three main aspects of their ways.

Patience - Timing is everything, and without patience you cannot be sensitive to timing, to be able to stay vigilant and watchful for however long was needed.

Wisdom - to known and act on what would be in the best interest of the weak and helpless.

Strength - this strength of spirit, to have the resolve to follow what path one would take to the end.

At the age of 19 she passed all the family’s tests, now her true trail began. Every Mistrunner had to find their own area to look after, their own territory as it where, so Okami left her home and headed for an area she knew another one of her kind has not tread. Karakura town, a town that she was always told was cursed long ago, every Mistrunner brave enough to travel there had never been heard from again, so taking that as some unspoken challenge to her clan she strove off towards Karakura, hoping she would not be another in a long list for that damn legend.


RP Sample:
It was a clear night tonight, a full moon hung high in the sky like a large purl set upon black silk, the stars glitter like someone had crushed a diamond and sprinkled it around, a brisk cold wind whipped around but it could not find a way through the wolf’s think fur, Okami stood there, her golden eyes sat down the road, unblinking. To any that saw her it would seem as she was a fake wolf, standing their unmoving for what may as well been days, the subtle twitch of her rose or flick of her ear was the only thing to convince others of life within the furry beast, even as hunger started to gnaw at her gut she would not move from here, not till her job was done.

She was unsure if it was the faint smell on the wind, or the subtle darknaning of the stars that gave it away. Okami lowered her body slightly as she laid back her ears and reviled her fangs, her breath visible in the air as she let out a low growl, the earth barely moving beneath her paws as she readied herself as her appoint came into view. The form of the hollow was still shrouded in darkness but she could still easily make it out, she gave another warning snarl, telling it to back off and go back to where ever it came from. But the hollow just came towards her lifting a fist bigger then her body up into the air, with a roar it slammed its fist into the earth, creating a large dust cloud to erupt, covering both his fist and the wolf.

Too slow, the hollow was just too slow. Okami leapt at the hollow, appearing out of the dust cloud, wisps of the air born dirt trailed from her like ribbons, her paws landed on the eye rim of the hollow’s mask, her claws digging into the bone-like material she snarled before lunging at the hollow’s eye with her fangs. All she could taste was blood, the sharp tang of hollow blood, she would never get use to it, Okami knew what was coming next, it was just a matter of time.

‘3.. 2.. 1..’

She let go of the hollow and leaped away in time as the hollow smacked itself in the face with all its force. They where all so predictable, bite them in the eye and the smack themselves trying to get you off, she landed effetely as the hollow howled in pain, she turned to face it, a smirk of her wolfish lips and blood dripped down from her mew.