Name: Tsukiyo, Aiiro (Tsukiyo= Moonlit night, Aiiro= Indigo blue)
Race: Bounto
Age: 213
Gender: Female (but with the way she dresses aot have mistken her for male)
Personality: Aiiro is cold and logical, almost seeming void of all feelings, remorse, fear, love are all useless things that only hold one back. she shows almost very little will of her own, having followed orders most her life, however she does seem talk to herself a lot, but it is never really herself but her doll, she was always seems to answer him (her doll is male) regardless of where she is, making her look crazy when out among humans.
People who would seem like ‘assholes’ or the like seem to not faze her, anger being yet another feeling that escapes her, despite the protests of her Doll who would like nothing more than to eat them alive. Like everything else in life Aiiro is stoic towards feeding on the souls of living humans, she never prefers it or has any morels against it, however if some logic was presented to her to do it regally then she would hunt the living than Plus spirits.
Appearance: Aiiro and her doll
History: Aiiro was born to two normal, Spritely unaware humans in the slums around Japan, a poor family with very little income, just enough to put food on the table to stop their ribs from meeting their spine, yet despite this Aiijo was a happy child. Yet it seemed the old saying of ‘the path to hell is lined with good intentions’ rang true with the young bounto’s life, her mother and father wanted a better life then what they had and made a ‘devils deal’ with the only people who they thought that could help them, the yakuza.
They manage to get a large loan and moved into Tokyo when Aiiro was 3, life was better, much, much better, her father getting a well paying job, but this ended when she turned 5. The yakuza wanted their money back, but unfortenly whilst better off than before there was no way they could pay it back just yet, so they took something of value from them, Aiiro, kidnapping their daughter. Life was hell for the small girl as they soon started to meld her into something more useful to them, it started out ‘small’ at first, drug runs and look out, after all who would suspect a young girl of being into yakuza? after the years went on what she saw, what she was a part of soon drained her of all human feelings till she mentally became a shadow of herself. As she grew she was slowly being trained as one of the yakuza’s many hit men that she, somewhat disturbingly, had a talent with it with her stoic demeanour.
They did not seem to note, or care, that she seemed to stop ageing at 15, Aiiro did not feel, or think she was different from the others; this was not clear till she was 25. She was standing guard when they where moving stuff out of a warehouse, and some of the newer members who where high on their own egos, where shouting and assing around and not getting the job done, she told them off in her normal, uncaring manner and reminded them of their orders, the men in question, thinking themselves better than a freak who looked like a kid, pulled out their guns, aiming at her and ordering her to shut up.
Unfazed Aiiro just removed her own from the holster and aimed back at them, but still the odds were against her as it was three against one. She was not sure who fired first, her or one of the other men but it did not matter, she found herself on her back, the wind knocked from her lungs by a huge beast that seemed to come out of nowhere turned their bodies into nothing but red mush, destroying both bone and flesh in one feel swipe of its claws, her doll and forever complain on her long, new life as a bounto. She never returned to the yakuza after that, her doll who was a bit more ‘spirited’ then her convinced her that there was a better life for her kind, their kind, out there so she agreed knowing that after this mess and the fact she was not human life among them would be hard if not impossible.
She left Tokyo after that hiding low and dodging them for a few years, drifting about Japan for over 20 years before travelling to Europe for more countless years. But were ever she went her job was always the same, hit man, assassin, head hunter, murderer whatever she was called she did not care, killing was all she knew and she was not going to change anytime soon. She spent a good few years in Germany, training with her Doll to better control its power before heading once more back to Japan.
Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:47 pm by 
