Bountou RegistrationName: Lieselotte von Tisenhausen.
Nickname: Liese, Lii.
Rank: Whatever is available.
Visual Age: Late teens, maybe 19.
Actual Age: Approximately Seven hundred and three.
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Appearance:A young woman, her face not yet taking the lines of age, still slim and firm. The face of youth. She stands tall, her posture perfect, her head always head high with an air of power...and of loneliness around her. Her eyes blue, always holding secrets, the mirrors into her mind, they share her emotions for the world to see, no matter how much she tries to hide them. Her tears always close by, her sadness stifling. And yet she still walks strong, her stance confident and at relaxed, her grin easy, prideful in her linage. She adapts to the different ages with ease, her style of clothing ever changing. Her hair long, being cut every so often.
Her body is slim and well toned, her clothes always snug, yet comfortable on her flesh. Their is an air of importance around her, her very aura hypnotic in its warmth. Her real smiles are meant for only those whom she truly cares for, her mask is used for neutrality. Her mask is that of a carefree woman, a grin plastered on her face. The real face underneath frowns, it's eyes confused and sad, but unbelievably warm.
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Personality:Lieselotte is a bubbly type of person, she doesn’t take life seriously, and she is a bit shy. She gets embarrassed easily, despite being flirty. She's a very kind person, and worries about her comrades, especially when they fight each other.
However, when in battle she is not quite a bubbly, but actually slightly on the serious side. During battle, Lieselotte will generally thrown random joke sat her opponent to try and make them slip up. She has a "never say die" kind of attitude. She does not generally care for fighting, and instead finds ways to incapacitate, or disarm her opponent.
In battle she toys with her enemies, not usually actually fighting, but rather weakening then killing. She heavily analyzes every situation before going into battle, and even when in battle. She finds the one thing that will annoy them the most and continually does it, with, for example, the Eleventh Division, she would simply insult them and they would get mad at her. She gets them mad so that they will exhaust themselves through rage.
She also is rather vain, and acts flirtatious sometimes. She is in essence better than everyone else. At least that is how she feels, even if it is not true she would still believe that she was the best thing ever. Her vanity, and general ability to persuade people make her rather demeaning, and intimidating to talk to. She in generally respected among the Bountou, because she shows them quite a bit of respect as well. Even though she is vain, intimidating, and very demanding, she is a nice person and extremely caring. Due to her photographic memory, she won’t recall your name, but instead your face.
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Likes: -Cleaning.-
-Shopping.-
-Roses.-
-Candy.-
-The sun.-
-Rainy days.-
-Fire.-
-The smell of the world after it rains.-
-Poetry.-
-Fighting.-
-Dresses.-
-Pointy things.-
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-Stupid people.-
-Arrogance.-
-Chocolate.-
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Specialties:Medical (first aid/more serious injuries), Photographic memory.
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She brought up her knee's to her chest, hugging them as close as she could. She knew she was going to die, the shadows of death could be felt creeping over her skin, but instead of herself, she thought of the child.
The child needed to be safe....it needed a home. The woman bowed her head as another icy blast rampaged the tiny shack like house.
She opened her mouth and started to speak, the prayer spoken in stuttering German losing itself in the noise of the wind, lost forever as it was whisked away, unheard by any but the woman.
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The babies first breath was one soaked in blood.
The crimson red liquid dying her smooth skin as the doctor pulled her from the gaping hole made in the woman’s stomach. He lifted her gently, wrapped her in a towel as he sliced her cord, then passed her off to a nurse standing by. He sighed as he looked to the woman’s pale and still face.
She was dead.
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A small frail looking girl wandered through the streets, her once clean dress nothing more then a bundle of rags, torn by age. Her hair was dirty, her skin dried by the bright sun.
She walked swiftly, lifting an apple off of a food cart. She then turned away, and began to walk slowly away. "Hey!" someone yelled, grabbing her wrist. "Thief!"
They lifted her roughly and she cried out, her arm feeling as if it might become detached from her shoulder. She hissed under her breath and her small legs snapped out, catching the person in the forehead with harsh accuracy.
They dropped her and she landed on the balls of her feet, and immediately started to run. Her bare feet slapping against the bare cobblestones. Suddenly, she felt her foot catch an upraised stone, and she tripped and fell, skidding into an alley. She lay there for a moment, moaning as blood dripped down from the cuts on her arms and on her knee's.
She sat up slowly and groaned at the pain before standing shakily.
"You could be hung now y'know." a man's voice suddenly spoke in German from the shadows.
She gasped and whipped around to see a tall shadow looking down at her. She stepped back and answered in the same language, "Who are you?" The man blinked, seeming surprised that she knew what he was saying.
But then he smiled, "Someone you will want to know in the near future child."
She glared and grasped the apple in her tiny hands, "What do you mean?"
He laughed softly, "You will see." and with that, he turned away and started walking into the street.
She simply stood there for a moment before running into the street, "Wait!" she yelled, but quickly skidded to a stop.
He had disappeared.
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She stood in front of the large bookshelf, studying the ancient German text inscribed on it's pages. Her face was frozen in time, her mind having raced ahead. As she read she slowly pieced together the facts.
She was...."Bount"....one who was immortal.... She frowned as she closed the book and placed it carefully back into the shelf before staring down at her hands. She was frozen at nineteen, her body having long since stopped in it's progression.
Her body started shake as tears dripped from her eyes as she remembered how her friends had become frightened of her when their faces lost had became wrinkled and old, while hers didn't change, even after more then sixty years.
They had accused her for being a witch, and the others of her town had tormented her, have throw rocks at her on more then one occasion, had killed her farms animals, all in an effort to drive her away. And when they finally came after her with torches and pitch forks, the typical cliché, she had fled.
She turned away from the bookshelves, wiping her eyes absently as she sniffed. Turning away, she noticed a man leaning up against a nearby wall.
After a moment of staring at him he smiled and saluted to her, the movement made her gasp.
"You!" she yelled in German at him, pointing. He grinned and nodded before pacing away, "Remember what I told you!" he laughed.
She snarled slightly as she punched the wooden shelf. She didn't even bother to try and follow, from experience she knew that he would be gone. She cursed and ran out of the library, her urge to flee stifling.
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Years passed, and still the young woman grew no more, she moved from town to town, living in deserted villages by herself until she was discovered. She heard of the French Revolution, that the king was dead, his wife also following in his footsteps.
They used a guillotine, a new invention that stood in the middle of the square in Paris, its blade stained with the blood of the innocent.
As she watch more and more people were sacrificed to it's ghoulish terror. The heads fell and the squares streets were stained with blood even the rain couldn't wash it away.
She paced away as a new cart full of victims were pranced around the square like cattle, the crowd jeering and belittling those who occupied it. Little did they know that it could be themselves in that cart next, she shook her head and started to walk away when a man grabbed her arm.
She looked up to see the very familiar white hair and ghoulish smile. "You."
He smirked and nodded, "Me. You might want to stay put."
She glared up at him, "Why? So I can watch more innocent blood to be shed?!"
He looked down on her with cold eyes, "There is no such thing as "Innocent" nor of "Guilty". Only luck."
She snarled shortly, "There is no such thing as innocent?! Then what are children?!"
He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes flat. "Sacrificial lambs."
Her hand suddenly snapped out, connecting with his jaw. His head jerked to the side with the power of the blow, but then turned slowly back towards her, his eyes smoldering with rage. She felt her mouth go dry as her eyes widened and her face paled visibly. She took a shaky step back and sprinted away, the hair on the back of her neck standing on edge as she felt his eyes on her.
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Centauries passed, pointless and empty. For the longest time she just moved from town to town, observing the daily rituals of man. She noticed a familiar occurrence through the many years, she noted that man was foolish, that they themselves created the wars that they blamed upon others.
She frowned as she watched a parade of young men walking to war though the German city. A foolish man was calling for revolutions and death. She frowned at the excited me, because little did they know, but they were indeed heading into their deaths. She turned away, her nurses outfit tight against her skin.
She passed a familiar man and smiled, "I didn't think you would be here."
The man smirked, his eyes on the poster in front of him, "I came to realize that what we call man is much like ourselves."
She blinked slightly, "How so?"
"We always come back." he grinned, then sighed. "But this time, something needs to be done."
She nodded slightly and he looked at her, "Do you agree?"
She closed her eyes as she thought about. Before long she nodded, "The man who is currently running this country is running it into the ground. He needs to be dealt with before more people die."
He frowned slight, "Why do you care?"
"I was like them once, naive and young."
"You are still young." he pointed out, smirking.
"In body, yes. In mind? Hardly." she shook her head before she started to walk away.
"Oh, girl. One last thing."
She turned back and looked at him, "What?"
"The man will die."
She smirked and walked away, others rushing by her, cutting off her view of the man.
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Sure enough, almost ten years later on April 30, that leader died. She smiled as she read the headline, then threw the paper over her shoulder.
One less idiot was good for the world.
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She walked though millennia’s, the times barely bothering her. She walked though apathetically, wondering when and if she would ever die. Sometimes, life seemed like such a chore.
Now and again, that man would appear in front of her. She found it strange that even after so many passing years, the man's name was a mystery to her. Yet somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about him, and having watched the aftermath of a village he destroyed in one night, she somehow always felt like she could trust him.
She knew that he viewed man as nothing more then corpses, whereas in her eyes it was like a blooming flower that had lost it's petals to a harsh wind.
Call it maternal instinct, or call it whatever you please. She still viewed the worlds people as children.
The world would always evolve, always turn.
Lives would be taken, and lives would be renewed.
That was what it was to move forwards.
She looked down at the chess piece hanging from her neck, the white and red pattern burned into her memory, feeling it's power pulse into her.
A man, so very different from the mysterious stranger, having taught her to harness it. She smiled slightly, realizing that even though she was frozen, she was still able to move though the times.
And that had to count as something…
Right?
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Ayaka laughed as she swung Tamashii no Nusubito, her scythe rippling though the air as if it was weightless. She grinned as her guards backed up out of it’s way. They gave her a wary look so she dropped into a defensive pose.
”C’mon you cowards! We’re supposed to be sparing not scurrying like rats!” She growled angrily.
The guards sighed then rushed her, each carrying their weapon of chose.
Too easy.
She jumped into the air, planting her foot on one guards shoulder she leapt towards the one behind him, her scythe already moving in a blur. The blunt end slammed into the side of his head, and he dropped like a stone. She whirled as one ran at her from behind, his gun pointed at her. She moved to the side and dropped to one knee as he neared, her hand whipping up to clench the gun, thrusting it upwards and then to the side, the guard dropped it immediately, otherwise her force would have broken his wrist. Her momentum brought her lower body up and her foot slammed into his jaw, knocking his backwards.
She growled again, one guard trying to grab her from behind, and she merely let go of Tamashii and flipping backwards, her hand on the guards shoulders. Her weight carried her up and over as she dropped behind him, catching Tamashii no Nusubito effortlessly as she grinned. The guard whirled just as she high kicked, her foot connecting violently with the underside of his jaw. She felt a crack and swore, she hadn’t meant to hit that hard.
The man dropped, groaning in pain even as he was unconscious. She sighed, giving a silent apology before she felt strong arms wrap around her torso, and bring her into the arm. She smiled, forcibly bringing her legs up and pushing hard into the wall the guard was trying to pin her too, the man stumbled, off balance as Ayaka’s added weight caused him to trip, throwing them both backwards. Ayaka went with the momentum, and as he hit the ground beneath her she continued, rolling over him, then as her feet touched ground she leapt up, a bright smile on her face as the guard laid there for a minute, stunned.
She leaned over him,
”You okay?”He groaned and sat up,
”Yes Ma’am.” Ayaka grinned warmly,
”I’m glad. Now, don’t come at me with obvious movements this time! Try something unexpected!!”The man stood up,
”Acknowledged.”Just as he took a step forwards an alarm went off, singling the end of her training period. Ayaka snarled, muttering swears under her breath as she straightened, walking towards the sliding metal doors, which opened as she stepped in range of the sensor.
”Well today was a bust…I’m barely winded! She muttered as she stalked down the winding hallways of the Vongola branch. She needed stronger guards. She dimly wondered if any of the other Ring Bearer’s would fight her. She seriously doubted it, they were all busy. She sighed exasperatedly as she neared her room. The thumb scanner read her print as she pressed her finger into its screen, the doors swinging open almost immediately. She leaned against the door, hugging Tamashii to her chest.
What a boring day.
She leaned Tamashii gently against the wall and walked over to her bed, shrouded in black veils hanging from the roof. She grabbed a book and jumped onto the soft bedding, peering at the pages. This was one of hers, it was still not published, as she saw no reason to do so. She didn’t need the recognition or the money. She wrote for the sake of writing, fame never appealed her. She quickly read through the familiar words, already burned into her memory.
A man stood with his back to her, a sword in his hand. The swords blade was dripping blood. And around the man...was the corpses of her family...Kaede gasped, stumbling backwards as her fathers disembodied head looked into her eyes with lifeless horror. Tears leaked from her eyes as she saw her brothers small frame laying on the cold floor with a puddle of blood around it. The man slowly turned towards her, a sick grin on his face. 'Welcome to hell Milady...want something to drink?' He lifted his hand, and clenched in his fist was a clump of blonde hair...her brothers head hung from his bloodied hand, blood dripping from the bottom, where the mans blade had cut it clean off.
She stared in horror into her brothers lifeless eyes, a scream caught in her throat as she scrambled away from the man. He smirked, throwing her brothers head to the side with a spray of blood, then started to approach her. Her mouth opened, 'S-stay away!' she screamed at him, tucking her head under her arms and cringing away from him. He reached out anyway, grasping the top of her arm and jerking her roughly to her feet. Kaede stumbled as she sought to find her footing, bumping into the man. He growled and pushed her forwards, only then did Kaede realize her home was a flame.
The fire was eating though the walls and ceiling, sending ashes into the dark sky above. She stopped at the door as the man continued to push her forwards. Her hands slapped onto the walls, her fingers digging into the walls crumbling material, stopping herself. The mans hand smacked the side of her head sharply, the glove on his hand cutting her. She stood there for a moment, blood dripping from the side of her head.
The man kicked her hard in the spine and Kaede gasped, falling as the pain made her lose her grip on the frame. He stood over her, then kicked her sharply in the stomach. Her breath rushed from her lungs and she gasped for breath, curling her body defensively. 'B-bastard!' she spat on his boot. His foot winded back and rushed towards her face and Kaede reached out, catching the steel toed boot and sharply twisting i-A knock on the door interrupted her mid word and Ayaka growled.
”Who is it?””It is me Ma’am.”Her guard.
Ayaka sighed and got up from the bed, her guards were starting to get on her nerves.
But then again, this was better then the life she had left.
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