Moka Akashiya
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| SuperHuman Registration Name: Moka Akashiya Rank: Ascended one Age: 20 Appearance: Moka is 5' 3" and weighs about 112 lbs. She has soft plae skin, bright green eyes, and long magenta hair that goes down to her knees. She has a slender build, but still has her curves. She has C cub breasts and somewhat wide hips. She is usually seen wearing her University uniform, which consists of a thin white button up blouse, a grey plaid skirt and a grey and white blazer jacket. She usually wears her hair down, but will sometimes tie it back with her favorite violet silk ribbon. Gender: Female Personality: Moka is a kind hearted individual. She sees life in an all positive way. She doesn't like to think negatively, though she knows life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. She is extremely passive. It's hard to make her mad. Very few people have succeeded. She's quite intelligent, though her clumsiness had her labeled as an airhead. She graduated at the top of her class as Valedictorian. She's a hard worker. She never lets anything go unfinished. -------------------- Hair Color: Magenta Likes: The night, the ocean, Jack Daniels, and juice Dislikes: altercations, yelling, and cruelty Crushes: None of your business... >.> -------------------- Specialties: She is a beautiful musician and singer, She loves to paint, and was the star of her track team. History:Moka was born to a not so normal family. Her mother and father secretly despised eachother. She and her twin brother had to sit and watch as their father beat and abused their mother in one of his alcoholic rages. When they were six years old, their father came home, stumbling drunk and tweaked out of his mind on heroin. He started screaming and yelling at Moka's mother, then pulled a gun. He shot her mother right in front of her and her brother. The two children were showered in their mother's blood. They sat and cried as their father looked on in horror. He felt instant remorse for what he had done and held to the gun to his head. He pulled the trigger and ended his retched life alongside his desceased wife. Moka and her brother were discovered hours later and taken into protective custody. They spent year after year in foster homes until they were sixteen years of age. Elementary and middle school for them was hell. They were terribly traumatized by their past. They never made any friends. Upon reaching high school. Moka started to open up a bit more. She started making friends with her classmates, as long as her brother approved of them. During their free time, Moka and her brother took martial arts classes. By the time they were seventeen, they were both blackbelts in Tae Kwon Do. The only class Moka took without Aidan was Jui Jitsu, which she quickly dominated. Moka Graduated high school as Valedictorian. Her brother wasn't so lucky. He graduated, but in the lower half of the class. After graduation, Moka and her brother lived with their uncle in a far off city. They loved the scenery. It was a nice change from their horrible home town that held so many bad memories. They were truly happy for the first time in years. Sadly, the joy didn't last long. One day, the weather got bad. A blizzard struck the night before, making the roads dangerous to drive on. Moka's brother didn't heed her warning and went out with friends to the movies. When he didn't return, she became worried. The call she recieved at 12:30 am broke her heart. She was told that her brother had been killed in a terrible accident. She was called to the hospital to claim the body. she was completely distraught. Now she had lost everything that mattered to her. She was a broken soul. That's when odd things started to happen. While at her brother's funeral, she was to perform her brother's favorite Piano piece for the congregation. As she played, she saw her brother standing at the back of the chapel, cheering her on. She couldn't believe her eyes. She figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her in her weakened state. She shrugged it of and continued playing. At the end of her performance, her "Brother approached her and placed his hand on her cheek. She felt it as if it were really him. The apparition smiled the same encouraging smile that her brother always gave her and told her to stay strong. She broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. Two years passed since the accident and Moka has come to relish her new power. She is able to see spirits. She's also been given the gift of a special power that she has learned to use at will. She recently moved back to her hometown to come to terms with her past, as well as to attend college. She is currently studying criminology at Karakura University. Picture of Character:  Sample Chapter:- Spoiler:
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High atop the city of Karakura, Kohana sat peacefully. The sky, painted grey and black with storm clouds as rain poured down around her. She sat down on the roof then leaned back, her slender arms supporting her weight as the rain drenched her body. Her Shinigami attire clung to her body as her damp blue hair draped over her ashen shoulders. Her pale flesh glistened as beads of water ran down the length of her body then dripped onto the ground around her. Her body shivered slightly as a chilled breeze whisped past her, yet she continued to gaze out at the town below. She tapped her fingers lightly on the roof, each tap following the beat of her heart as the crashing of each raindrop on the surface of the roof created a rhythm all their own. A light smile appeared on her face as she closed her eyes, inhaling the fragrant scent in the air that the rain had carried with it. She brought her right hand up, her left hand now supporting her weight, and lightly brushed a few damp strands of hair from her face. She then returned her arm to it's previous position. She remained on the roof for what seemed like hours, simply basking in the dismal glow of the twilight sky.
Kohana shivered again as the wind started to pick up, the bitter chill biting at her moistened flesh as it chilled her already water-logged clothing. Her golden gaze remained locked on the amber glow of the horizon, only a slight sigh of contentment escaping her lips. Her mind was completely focused on her current thoughts that she didn't even sense the multiple human presences in her midst. Her eyes slightly narrowed, her lids becoming heavy as a flash of lightning streaked across the morose sky, slicing through the clouds like a hot knife through butter. The sound that followed resembled a lion's daunting roar as it boomed then emulated back and forth between the mass of buildings in the town below. Her heard skipped a beat for a moment as the vibrations from an unfamiliar source tickled her sensitive fingertips. The feeling sinuated up her arm then throughout her body, causing her to shudder ever so slightly. She turned her head, only for a second, to glance behind her. She saw the sillouhette of a being, the person's form being concealed by the thickening mist. She sensed the beings aura, noticing it to be suprisingly pure. this gave her a secure feeling, knowing that the being meant no harm. She turned her gaze back to the skyline, a faint smile appearing on her face once more.
She blinked for a moment as the air's visibility became clear. She heard the voice of a young male call out to her, so she lightly turned her head to the left, catching a glimpse of the young man in her peripheral vision. She slowly rose to her feet, her damp garment clinging to every curve of her petite body. As she stood, another bolt of lightning sliced through the tenebrous heavens, parting the inky clouds yet again with ease. Her porcelain flesh seemed to glisten as the glow of the lightning relfected off of the beaded rain drops that collected on her body. Her serene expression remained unphased as the roar of crashing thunder echoed throughout the sleepy borough known as Karakura. Her heterochromatic gaze remained locked on the male as she reached her right hand up once more to move the strands of her saturated azure tresses from her face. She took a couple steps toward the male, her bare feet splashing in the small puddles of chilled rain water that accumulated in the small indentions of the warehouse's roof. she stopped in her tracks, now standing only a couple feet in front of the young man. A sense of tranquility seemed to envelope her as she stood before him. She let out a faint sigh as a gust of chilled wind caressed her delicate form, the cold nipping at her arms and legs. The sharp sensation snaked up her body, then down her spine. The feeling sent a light tremor throughout her body, causing her to let out a faint, inaudible noise. A light crimson hue began to color her previously achromatic face. She let her bangs form a veil over her face, sheilding her embarassment.
Soon the fragrant scent of cherry blossoms filled the area as hundreds of the soft pink petals danced about the dismal sky, the wind being their benevolent puppet master. The petals soon floated gracefully to the floor of the roof as the wind dispursed, they now resembling tiny pink boats as they floated atop the puddles of water around their feet. She gave off a slight smile as she watched the display from behind the veil created by her hair. she extended her right hand, her palm facing upward and her fingers bent only slightly. a single cherry blossom petal fell into her hand. It was moist, yet silky. It remained undamaged by the relentless storm. She curled her slender digits around the petal, being careful not to harm it. She took a couple more steps forward, now standing only a few inches in front of the boy. She recognized him as the young Shinigami from earlier that day. She turned her gaze to him as her left hand extended, her fingers wrapping around his right wrist. Without saying a single word, she turned his palm up and placed the petal in his open hand, then curled his fingers around it as a gesture of peace. She watched for the male's expression, wondering how he would react to her actions. She was pleased to see that he had accepted her gesture of peace. And with that, the male had vanished, leaving behind only the memory and a faint trace of his aura. Kohana smiled softly and returned to her sitting position on the rain soaked roof, watching as the storm carried on it's path in the night.
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Zeroshin Hakura
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