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 | Subject: Chika.  Sat May 23, 2009 6:07 pm | |
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To describe every single detail about such a twisted mess would be difficult. And to explain, Chika needs to be broken down into many, many parts. Sure, she may seem like a harmless person at first glance, but that is the wrong judgement to make about her. With thousands of years of repressed emotions boiling within, this causes her to snap at any given moment, making her one of the cruelest women walking. All people in her eyes are tools: anything that breathes is equal to a weapon that can be used. And with that, she uses them to get what she wants. She isn't the kind of person who likes to be social, without being aggressive, unless she really feels like it. In fact, she rarely trusts anyone and because of that she can seem a bit cold on the inside, even though she truly is. Having an unstable mind, it can be easy to reduce her to tears when she is feeling at her weakest, and this often gives people the wrong impression, like she is stupid or weak. Yet, she is more intelligent and powerful than others give her credit for. Observant as ever, and nearly always optimistic, this female knows how to act as the situation calls in battle. Normally she will take her time, play with her opponent for her own amusement and take note on how they 'work'. As she seems indestructible on the surface, when she breaks, she breaks. Even if one of her fellow Bountou were to get in the way while like this, she wouldn't even freeze or think twice about killing them.
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9" and with a medium build. Chika can easily be spotted out from the crowd. Long, violet hued locks frame her face, reaching down to her mid-back. Her limbs are long and slender, her body is slim and curvaceous. Usually she can be seen wearing the same, or similar-styled outfits, much like little maid costumes. A dark grey colored set of orbs peer out from behind thick eyelashes that make her eyes the most attractive feature on her face. Her eyes are rimmed in primary purple bursts, trailing around the edge of her eyes. She is probably the definition of beautiful, a dark beauty to that.
History:
One of the twisted creations of hate itself. The heartless Bountou wan't always such a hateful being. Innocence once resided in her sane mind, cheerful and polite personality attached to her also. Hard to believe? However- Being once human didn't make her life so interesting. Favored among all of her other siblings, she never disappointed her parents either. To say the least, times were hard back then, but her family managed to make up for it somehow. Their home was on a farm, big with plenty of land but not enough food. They'd be lucky to make it through the year, only sparing little to sell. That didn't matter, not one bit, for the family stayed strong and loving. Then things started to change. It all changed after that one accident. Knowing her mother perfectly well, she would never imagine her to do such things as she did. From the rumors she heard, she ripped out her Husbands heart, and ate it. It phased her, but she didn't believe it. Sure, she was greifing over the death of her father, but what made things worse was that her mother was locked up. People started to visit the house, asking the strangest of questions. It started to get to much for her and her siblings, so they decided to each go all their seperate ways. Of course, being the eldest, she was left responsable for her little sister, of whom she has forgotten over the years. The only place they could go, was their Aunt's. But she lived miles away, and the walk would take up to three days full. Packing enough for the travel, she and her sister made their way. Things were fine, and almost half way there, their hopes were high. Passing through a forest that lead towards the town, a group stopped the two. At first, Chika thought nothing of it. They had only asked for some food, a bit of bread and water as all. Seeing as they were this far, she gave them what they wanted and started to walk off once more. One of the men grabbed her little sister, pulling her back and snickering towards Chika. At that time, she wasn't much of a fighter, but she was willing to die for her sister. The fight was short, the group easily over-powering her and her sister. As a result, they killed her sister, infront of her very eyes. And that wasn't the worst of it, as Chika was now nearing her 17th birthday, her body had matured and that was quite obvious. So she was raped, tortured and killed.
Then she awoke, after being so certain that she was dead. In her arms was a doll, the same one as her sister held all the time. This didn't make sense. Nothing made sense. She was supposed to be dead. With no choice, she was taken into experimentation. From there they changed her, slicing up her cells, using her as their little toy. If she hadn't been degraded enough. At first there was no progress, they even considered throwing her away like a peice of trash. But results started to show, her age, they could manipulate it to anything they wanted now. So it was decided there and then that she would be one of the many sucessful subjects of the aging project. From over-hearing conversations around her, she learned many things about this 'Soul Society'. The day came, the day of freedom. Something went wrong in the labs, all systems shutting down. Then she was released, with her other experimentees. And taking any chance she got, she managed to get out of the Soul Society, and return to the real living world with nothing but a doll.
Upon arrival to the real world, she was shocked, so many things had changed. How long was she locked away? That was one of the biggest questions. Her freedom was cut short, a strange couple captured her and took her away somewhere. And they too experimented on her. It wasn't new, and all she could do was put up with it. The only thing different about this experimenting was that she was tortured, beaten untill she was near death. This continued for many years, the couple aging and she still youthul as ever. The woman was filled with jealousy, believing that she was a demon, and perhaps that she could harness her powers. Normally the woman wouldn't get that much of a response from Chika, so she was forced to break the thing closest to her. The doll. There wasn't a success in that, the doll rebeled, almost coming to life itself. The woman was slaughtered, ripped limb from limb untill she was just a pile of shreds. Then the husband was next to follow, but it was Chika who killed him. And while killing him, she felt herself burst out with joy. The doll and her became connected, progressing well together and manging to find their ways about life. The doll was named Rin, as it held the perfect meaning, "Cold."
RP sample:
It was cold, dark, and damp. Just like always. The foul scent of blood filled her nostrils, forcing her to wrinkle her nose up in disgust. Blinking her eyes open, her gaze searched, for anything. Even the faintest of light would be wonderful. To picture it now, living the rest of her life like this. No doubt she'd die sooner or later. Her body ached, everywhere, even in places that weren't meant to be aching. Forget about the light, she would hate to see herself, well, she would hate to see herself like this. Very slowly, the young woman shifted, the pain enhancing. Yet, she didn't stop, she pushed through. Once up onto her knees, her body gave up: crashing onto the ground with a loud thud. The pain was unbearable, but no matter how much she screamed or kicked, it wouldn't make a difference. Her body started to tremble, the pain and fear starting to become too much.
The clicking of heels was the newest sound to arrive in her ears. All her movements stopped, as if she were to play dead. 'Leave me alone. Don't hurt me.' Screamed out her thoughts, as her voice was useless. The door flung open, in no more than a second it slammed again. The clicking of heels grew louder, until they came to a stop. "Wake up.." Whispered a voice, followed with a spine rattling chuckle. Her little act didn't work, the woman seen past it all. A finger was placed on her chin, tilting her head up in the most painful and awkward of ways. "Hm. Are you refusing to do as I say? Very well, I think we're going to play this my way." Without a moment to react, the woman hoisted Chika up, throwing her against one of the thick concrete walls.
Her lips parted as if to let out a scream, but nothing came out. Her voice was broken, her body was broken, and most of all, she was broken. Hey eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness, and from her position against the wall, she could see the woman clearly. Before Chika could even start to imagine what was going to happen, the woman raised her leg, driving the heel of her boot into an open wound on her stomach. This sent the girl into a rapid series of weak squeals, kicking and crying for her to stop. "S.. Stop! Ple- Please!" And for once, the woman listened. Slowly, and very twistingly she removed her heel from the wound, getting down onto one knee and running her finger across Chika's pale, blood stained lips. Standing back up she twirled, exiting the cellar and leaving the girl there in a bloody mess.
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