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Name: Louie Cypher
Rank: Master Quincy (applying)
Age: 19
Appearance: See Picture
Gender: Female
Personality: Frequently seen on the outside or near the doorways of rooms, Kurohime literally wont speak unless spoken too, even if you cut her legs off, you wont hear a whisper. Even if you could get her talking, the most you will get from her is a blank stare, and perhaps the creeps. Whether fighting hollows or reading a book, she always has the same look on her face, as if there was nothing at all wrong with either her or her environment. When not fighting or being dragged around by Hecate, she can normally be found reading, silent to the point where most people consider her more of a piece of furniture then anything else. The closet thing she has to a bersek button is her name, and even then she doesn't do more then point them out for Hecate to attack.
Hair Color: Blond
Likes: Reading, Bookmarks
Dislikes: Losing her Chapter
Crushes: None
Specialties: Reading Really Quickly (a page at a second if she wanted too)
History:Where Louie was born, nobody knows. The first time that anybody is known to have set eyes on her was when a routine Quincy patrol of the country side came to a farm that appeared to have been attacked by bandits. Inside the farm they found two things... A bloody ruin, from which they were unable to identify any bodies, and a young child, covered in blood. The thing they found weirdest however, was the fact that the entire time that she was in the house, she couldn't stop smiling.
Growing up, that smile wasn't seen very often, and most of the time, it was only after something bad had happened. She was never the one to cause these things however, either directly or indirectly, but when something did happen, chances are that she would be the first one on the scene, especially if blood was spilled. The workers at the orphanage that he grew up in often joked that asking her would be the easiest way to determine the location of any accident. Around the time they think she turned 7 however, these had stopped becoming jokes, and started becoming dark rumors.
It didn't help that at this time she stopped just watching the accidents, and instead actively began to help the people involved in them. While this at first was scene as admirable, it didn't escape some peoples notice that she always ended up covered in far more blood then most people would consider reasonable. When she began to roam further and further away, turning up at accidents at the other side of the village the rumors intensified. Just when the orphanage was beginning to decide her future fate, she decided for herself, running away from the place that had been her home leaving nothing but a note. A day later she started her Quincy training.
Go forward several years, to the approx age of 18, and a similar yet different Louie had mastered her powers. Though she still had a habit of turning up at accidents, she was rarely bathed in blood. Those who taught her realized a much darker truth. , rather then learn the typical styles and weapons taught, she instead began to play around with weapons developing something stranger and some would say more sinister. Whatever it was, it seemed to be effective, with her holding the official record for numbers of opponents sent to the hosptial in practice bouts.
Picture of Character: - Spoiler:
Sample Chapter:With a sound that was suspiciously similar to that of a shaking rattle, a doorway opened up in the middle of the bathroom, with a frame made up of pure chraka. Through that door, a figure strode, with the sun setting behind him, enclosing him in a reddy-orange glow. Majestically surveying the area around him, he pulled himself up to his full glorious height and prepared to deliver a speech that would shake the heavens. “He devorado mil Taco' s, he aguantado el rito de mil tiros del tequila, soy el destructor de Jello y tengo mismo sombrero fino poderoso.” Smiling in satisfaction, Sucal twirled around the room, with his new poncho forming a spinning circle around him. Reaching into his scroll, he brought out a large and extremely round hat, placing it on his head.
“¡Debemos compartir este genio con el mundo, el culto del sombrero causaremos paz del mundo!!!! Entonces podemos todos vivos juntos en paz y armonía, mientras que resoplamos los rayos de luna de hadas del polvo y del cráneo.” Looking around for a couple of seconds, Sucal realized that he had no clue where he was, it appeared that the directions which he had been given by the purple elephants had steered him wrong. Cursing for a couple seconds about the trust worthiness of animal that supposedly never forget anything., Sucal fixed his gaze on the vision of loveliness that was in in the same room as him, covered only by a curtain. Removing his hat from his head, he moved it into a sweeping bow.
“Excuse me fair maiden, I don't suppose that you could direct me to the Hidden mist. A dastardly blond sunflower has stolen my sense of direction and I appeared to have found my way into your lovely presence, rather then the destination that I seek. Though it would surely hurt me so to be parted from your radiant self too soon, I need to track down the dastardly fiend and teach him why he doesn't mess with the Poncho Powered Shrike of the Hidden Mist.”
Attempting to do a dramatic turn an spin, so that he could go flashing off into the sunset like a hero out of the old legends, Sucal instead stumbled and hit his head on the wall of the bathroom, leaving a slight red imprint. Pushing himself off the wall so he could look at hit, Sucal focused on the little red splot, and more importantly all of the bright green spiders that appeared to be attempting to feast upon it. This was something that he had to stop at all costs, if they managed to take even the slightest bit of his sacred red nectar, then they would be able to get inside his brain, and use them for their evil plot to take over the elemental countries.
If that happened, then they might force him to hurt the lady, something that went against his every principle. No gentleman could ever allow such a divine being to come to harm, if he did then he would have to remove himself from the gene pool as a disgrace. Removing an explosive tag form his belt, he attached it to the blood stained part of the wall, so that he could destroy the evidence. “Stand back my lady, I must stop the terrifyingly evil minions of the Dark lord fluffy from taking over the world. If I shall fall in this battle, take my scroll to my family, tell them I died fighting bravely against the one true enemy.!!!”
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