[恵美] ─ Asahina, Emiko !

Subject: [恵美] ─ Asahina, Emiko ! Fri Mar 12, 2010 5:59 pm

Name:
Asahina “Emi” Emiko.

Rank:
Regular Shinigami.

Age:
143 ─ although appearing to be in her early twenties.

Appearance:
Standing at roughly five foot four, this Shinigami isn't at a height to tower over those around her. Having a slim yet toned and curvaceous structure, Emiko's body has just enough muscle to give her that strong appearance and nothing more. And from countless days spent out in the sun, training, sunbathing or doing whatever, her skin has a natural pale-sun kissed look to it. To most standards, she appears to be quite young, however, her youthful appearance can sometimes be deceiving. That youthful aura of hers doesn't count for much when it all comes down to her well developed body, and her chest region shows all signs of that. Although her firm breasts are considered to be “large”, they are not at a size to unbalance her, but they do get in the way during most activities. From the top of her head long locks of windswept hair to fall to her waist, gradually twisting into ringlets as they near the ends; topped off with messy bangs that frame her heart-shaped face perfect, and working like a veil and hiding her eyes if not fixed accordingly. From behind thick lashes peer out electric blue eyes that react a near white when in direct sunlight - and just like her mother's - rimmed with primary green bursts.

Gender:
Female.

Personality:
A pretty face could fool so many, but those who have met our darling Emiko consider her to be a very lively, and interesting woman; with an almost ethereal presence, she carries herself with undisputed grace and poise. Slightly independent to say the least, Emiko is defiantly on her own page. Assure of herself and confident she doesn't need anyone else's help, she isn't rude but does have some attitude, being a woman after all- most things are better done her way. With a quiet but present aura about her the effect she has on others is sometimes amusing. Emiko isn't one to spread rumors or gossip, she is loyal and true to her word. Genuinely nice to be around the woman is mannered and does know the proper way to behave. Sometimes she slips into the role of “over-protective mother”, and protects those she cares about from any threats, and will always be the shoulder to cry on, saying this, she would probably do anything for anyone even a complete stranger, even though she has been wronged a time too many in the past. She has a very soft and gentle way of talking thats extremely polite and modest. Even when she is trying to run away, she is kind and sweet to whoever she is brushing off. Emiko does however have a habit of telling the truth which doesn't always make things comfortable. With a unique vibe about her she isn't super special, but she can fend for herself with ease. Around others she is usually sociable and kind, giving no reason for anyone to hate her. Emiko isn't a fan of conflict and drama, leaving violence to her last resort and would rather spellbind her opponents with words. Her temper is indeed almost non-existent, and even when it does flare its not a huge explosion like some others seem to let off. True to herself she tries hard to be, and being true to others comes easier. She is a woman who takes things in stride, looking ahead and not back she adapts and learns well. Although sometimes, she doesn't always learn so well. While no being can seem to do anything wrong in her presence Emiko manages to scold herself constantly, sometimes out loud and in third person. Now, for being quite tough on the outside, most would assume that Emiko is not afraid of anything due to the fact she can manage the coldest of stares. Though above all she is terrified of storms. Thunder and lightening send her into a frenzy, and she just flees and will run till the storm ends or she finds cover far away. The rain does make her nervous from time to time, and being near large bodies of water that are rough have their effect too. While our maiden fears storms, she seems to also have a sleeping problem, and has very vivid dreams that usually wake her. For long hours she is awake at night just trying to think of something else other than her nightmares. From that, there is nothing else bad to mention about her. Well apart from her love for alcohol, then not really anything. As you've probably assumed after that, yes, Emiko happens to be a raging alcoholic, well, not raging. But she likes to lose herself in the sake. While drunk, inappropriate language usually spews from her mouth, but not intentionally. And that brings us to an end, as there is little else to be said about this woman.

Division:
1st Division.

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Hair Color:
A deep magenta, which in some lights tends to appear a more paler pink, and sometimes peachy color.

Likes:

sake / alcohol.

anything high on sugar.

flowers and their scent.

sleeping for long hours.

reading when she can find the time.

talking.

hot drinks.

snow.

poetry and writing.

Dislikes:

getting up early in a morning.

idiots.

useless fighting or arguments.

lies & rumors.

sushi.

rude people.

pressure.

piggish men.

Crushes:

captivating eyes and a dazzling smile.

the bold, or silent-type.

someone stronger than she is, but not entirely smarter.

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Specialties:

Spontaneous she is never without an idea for anything, a game, a battle move, or simply something to say. In nearly everything she does, she's very good at thinking on her feet, which means she is rarely forced into a tight spot.

Fast Reflexes this is where her main strength resides. Depending on the situation, she can find herself detecting the quickest of movements and avoiding then quicker than most people would expect. These reflexes are really only reliable enough when she's actually sober, so they aren't much use when she is a drunken mess (which doesn't really help considering she's drunk most of the time.)

High Pain Threshold while often being injured from drunken stumbles, battles, duels, and even clumsy little accidents, she's developed a fairly high tolerance to pain.

History:
The upbringing this girl had to endure couldn't have been more different to the peaceful life she lives nowadays. Being the last born to her parents, one of four siblings. Emiko was the youngest. Now her family you see, they were part of a small cult, believing that they'd have to offer up increasingly valuable gifts to earn the favor of the Gods and spirits. And from the day she was brought into this world, she would spend every waking moment dedicated to this religion. Being the “sore-thumb” of her family, she stuck out and rarely decided to involve herself with the tedious rules and examples that she had to follow. For a while, Emiko was home schooled, due to the fact that her family had earned themselves a fancy little title of being “witches”. Another reason why her family were so sheltered from the rest of society.

There was nothing striking about her life as it passed and she matured. Although there was that ritual. A ritual her cult performed every century or so, some pathetic mumbo-jumbo crap that really made no sense to the poor woman at the time. They would select a child, the one they thought to be the most WORTHY and sacrifice them to their God. And by doing this, her family believed that the spirits would stay at peace for another hundred years. So one cold night, whilst the moon glimmered through the branches of ancient and wizened trees and thunder cracked in the distance, a blaze of orange and red danced. The door to Emiko's room flung open, and at the door was her siblings. They cleaned her, dressed her, and got her to look her best. Oblivious to the whole ritual, she was brought out into the night. As everyone enjoyed themselves, she sat in silence, watching, observing, just pretending to not take interest. Without a second word she was dragged forward, held near the blazing red flames. They licked at her skin, she could feel the heat increasing. That wasn't even the start.

Thrashing her head from side to side, she tried her best to escape the heat. Screaming and screaming, she just hoped for someone to save her. They held her there. Apathetic. They cared more for their beliefs and the favor of their so-called Gods over her life. Then with one more push, she was in the fire. And like that she felt herself burn. In a few moments, the flame had turned her clothes to ash. And in the flames, they continued to hold her, burning their own hands to make sure that she couldn't escape; couldn't ruin their precious ritual. All she could do was just remain there, thrashing her head around screaming as the flame consumed her. Emiko eventually melted into nothingness.

It was funny, one moment she felt so warm. Now nothing, everything was so cold. And literally, there was emptiness. Everything turned to black; everything felt heavy; everything was now nothing. Then from that nothingness, a faint voice permeated through her slumbering mind. “Is she awake?.. Should we go find nii-san?..” Blinking herself awake, she found two children towering over her, blinking with their beady eyes at her as if she were an injured animal of sorts. After double-checking to see if she was hurt, they calmly explained to her where she now was.

The Rukongai was her current home, or that was what those two children led her to believe. They also brought her to a run-down shack that contained several other newly arrived souls. But compared to her, they were still all children. And from that, she took up the role of protecting them and making sure they got through the day. To say, she liked this new life and found a better value and meaning for herself than she ever would've before.

At times it did get rough, but with sheer determination she pulled through. And after a while, the one big happy family she had in The Rukongai faded too. Eventually it all came down to her being the only one that she believed to be alive. So without looking back, she pushed forward, and strived to do something with whatever was left of her life. And from there she became a Shinigami. Not out of some fancy family heritage, or impressive tale, but out of the sheer determination to be useful to those around her.

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