Post by Kikime on Jun 20, 2011 7:03:50 GMT -8
Name:
Kikime Liliana Jinja
'key-key-may' 'lily-an-a' 'Jin-jah'
Age:
17
Sex:
Female
Powers:
Kizuna no Ai
Based on the Eastern Asian Red String of Fate. .The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. In Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger.
For Kikime, she can see the different types of bonds that connect people, from true love, to longing/crush, to friendship to hatred. Each string has a different color. She is able to cut these strings, therefor breaking the bond between others. She is also able to tie these strings to others. For example, she could sever a true love string, and tie one persons red string to the crushing string of a person who their true love hated. Drama will obviously ensue. The strings are actually made up of a series of events that helped these bonds to form. Kikime calls these events 'Threads' that weave together to form the bond. When she touches the strings, she can get flashes of these Threads.
Note: When she cuts bonds and ties them, the individuals do NOT forget the event. They just cannot feel the way they should about the other person.
When Kikime is using this power, to her the world around her goes dark, the only things visible to her are herself, others and the strings. This means that she is not aware of things such as trees or buildings, and when walking over to strings can walk into or trip over these. She can only see people who are tied to each other if they are both there. For example: Person A has a red string shared with Person B. If Person A is in the immediate area where Kikime is, she can see the start of the red string, however, because Person B is not present, she cannot see who Person A is tied to.
Telekinesis
The ability to move matter with the mind. Due to her training and school in her early years, she is quite accomplished at this certain power.
Summoning
Kikime can summon Demons from another world, but only one at any one time. Their appearance and uses depends on what she desires in that moment of time. In order to do this, she must clap her hands together three times.
History:
Manako-Taisha is to this day, an operating temple in one of the forest regions in Japan, its function like that of Solstice Academy. It is a decent sized temple, with an incredibly large and looming shinto gate at its entrance. Its placement is not known to many outsiders, only to those from the small village made up of a community of people with powers, close to the forest. Inside the forest, a thick mist clouds the path to the Temple, getting more and more dense the closer one gets to it. It is very easy to get lost in the mist and pass out the Temple, only to come out another section of the forest.
The Manako-Taisha has it own set of rules that the students abide by. People cannot come and join as they please. Each New Year, the new borns from the closest village are brought to the Shinto gate. Seven are chosen by the Head of the Temple. Those who are accepted into the Temple are considered to be blessed. The life inside the Temple is very private. No one is allowed to linger outside the Temple walls. No one is let into the Temple walls without purposes approved by the Head. No one may talk about what goes on inside. No one can give away the exact position of the Temple to strangers. None of the students allowed to venture outside its walls without the permission of the Head of the Temple, Shiata Higeki.
Shiata's word is law within it's grounds. She is a a tall lady at 5' 9 and while she seems only to be in her early thirties, no one can seem to recall anyone but her being the Head Shaman at the Manako-Taisha. While she takes secrecy very seriously, those she has allowed to know her, apparently say she is a very enjoyable woman to be around. Her affection and acknowledgment to her students is very valued as she mostly keeps to herself up in one of the main buildings of the Temple.
Kikime was one of the new born babies chosen to be in the Temple. She grew up there without ever knowing he parents, although aware that they were from the village nearby. It didnt matter all that much to her. Not at all. To be here in this Temple was an honor and privilege that not many got. She obviously had something in her that others did not. Why would she ever want to mix in with such low lives? This was the persona that she grew up with through her early years of her life. It was a very serious social status to her, and Kikime would not ever settle for being the lowest rank.
At the age of 4 she was one of the second of her year group to discover her powers. She could move things as she pleased, although the heavier objects were much harder to move. So, Kikime would start training her telekinetic powers by playing small pranks. Her favorite back at this time would be like that of the 'pulling a dollar on fishing line'. She would purposely put out small toys that she had waiting for other kids to try and pick them up. When they did, she would move it just out of their reach. This both amused the little Kikime and helped her develop a good control on this power very early on.
As her sixth year at the Temple drew near, there was a huge buzz throughout the members and students there. It would be one time when they were definite that Shiata-Sama would be present. Festivities for her, the new arrivals and for the New Year would be planned thoroughly. Decorations were made, food was being planned, costumes were being made. Everyone would do their part to make it a worthwhile. Of course, the grand finale as what everyone wanted a part in. A small show for the Head who seemed to love show's of all sorts.
Kikime desperately wanted to preform for the Head and get recognition from her, something that only a select few could claim. Everyday she practiced with the other girls in her age group. One, two. Left, right, all the the steady beat of the drum. At the end of their practicing Kikime thought she was actually pretty good. She would have a good chance of being a dancer for Shiata-Sama. No, she would be! When it came to one of the older students picking out the best, Kikime couldnt wait! She held her breath, waiting for her name to be called out.
It wasnt her name. Its was Satoko's. While all the other girls cheered and clapped and congratulated her on a good job, Kikime stood back, a look of devastation on her face. How could it have been? Satoko got picked, and she did not? No. It was impossible. It wasnt supposed to be this way. Now, that girl was going to get a pretty dance costume, dance and get praise from Shiata-Sama. Somewhat crushed by disappointment, Kikime returned to her room to think about all that had just happened.
For days Kikime watched bitterly as Satoko practiced openly. That happy look on her face, the 'humble' act as other complimented her. Kikime despised it all. That little brat had taken her chance. Suddenly, Kikime had inspiration. She would dance. She would would win her chance to do so using the best way she knew how.
"Ah! Kikime-chan!" Satoko called out to her as the dark haired girl walked past."Wait! I just um, i want to say no hard feelings right? I know you wanted to dance for Shiata-Sama, but... its ok the older girls picked me, yeah?"
No hard feelings? Kikime thought as she smiled at the girl. She glanced around. No one was out here but she and Satoko. Perfect. "It's fine. Im the one who's sorry." she said trying to keep the giggle out of her voice. The look of confusion in the other girls eyes amused her. Kikime reached out with her hand and raised it in the air.
Satoko's eye widened and she thrashed about in the air. "W-What are you doing?! Let me down! Let me down!!" she cried as she was raised higher into the air. "Ahhhh!!!" she was dropped, but then caught and raised up again, higher than before. Her hakama suddenly grew warm, and her legs wet as she wet herself in fright. It was as if some invisible giants hand was playing with her like a rag doll. Shaking she glanced down.
"How disgusting." Kikime mused below. "Hey Satoko. Im going to dance for Shiata-Sama. No hard feelings... right?" she smiled up to the girl dangling in the air, shivering and crying. With that, Kikime let the other girl drop. It was amazing how fast things could fall. She took a step back to be sure that Satoko couldnt land on her. SNAP! a sickening sound filled the air along with loud cry of pain. Kikime tilted her head as she looked at her handy work. Both of Satoko's were twisted at weird angles and bits of bones poking out at different places of her legs. "If you tell, next time, i'll drop you on you're head~" Kikime warned before walking back to her room. It would be later when she would be asked to fill in for the injured Satoko.
"Oni-san, come here, to where my hands clap!" In one of the traditional Japanese children's play, the "Oni" covers his or her eyes with a blindfold, and tries to catch the other players just by the sound of their hands clapping. This line is repeatedly said by the other players to encourage the "Oni" to come and try to get them. Kikime and the other kids were all rather fond of this game. It was always a common sight to see a large group of the kids playing it in the Temple grounds.
A few months after the incident with Satoko, words seemed to have spread. While Kikime was never held responsible by any authority figure, the rest of her class mates had whispered behind her back. A lot of them presumed that Kikime actually had found someway to break the other sweethearts legs. She had wanted to dance for Shiata more than anyone else. It soon became the customary thing to designate Kikime a true 'Oni' (demon). A lot of the time, the kids would run away from the girl whenever Kikime tried to approach them. They all hushed into silence whenever she came into the same room. Then they started to tease Kikime. They would call out 'Watch out! Watch out! Oni-San will get you!" and even started to call her that to her face.
At first, this threw Kikime somewhat. She wasnt used to not having people accept her into their group, even if they had been hesitant. Then, they offered to play the Oni-San Game with her on the condition that she was the Oni first. Kikime agreed quickly, determined to pass on the title to someone else. Alright... finding them will be easy. You just have to listen hard and move fast. she thought as her blindfold was tied. She was left on her own in silence for a few moments until she heard the rustling of a nearby bush. "Oni-San!" she heard the clapping of hands and stumbled towards it. "Come and get me!" the young boys voice filled the grounds.
Struggling for a few moments, Kikime felt her way through the bush, pricking her hands on the thorns and being scraped ay the smaller branches. "Eeeyah!" she gave a small cry as she fell forward and onto the dirt. She coughed from all the dust that had been thrown up in her face. The dirt was making her cuts sting. Tck tck tck Kikime sat bolt upright as she heard the sound of footsteps nearby. I...am not.. an Oni... she thought desperately running after the noise. Then, clapping came from a head of her.
"Well done Oni-San! You made it!" the same voice said from before. He laughed as she took a few fast steps towards him, when others began to clap from all directions. "Oni-Baka... You've made here into the Oni Hunters den!!" he exclaimed.
Kikime came to a complete halt as she heard that. Oni...Hunters?! She took a step backwards, still blindfolded. This wasnt good. Even though she was still quite young, she didnt have to be told that. THUNK! Something hard struck her left shoulder. "Ow!" she cried, raising a hand to it. THUNK! something bounced off of the ground in front of her. THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK! Kikime gasped as a shower of these hard things suddenly began to come down on her. She ripped off her blindfold and saw that all of the others were throwing small nuts at her. Raising her arms defensively, she tried to throw them all back with her telekinesis when she caught sight of all the cuts on her arms. Her she stood, cut up, dirty, tears leaking out of her eyes and being stoned by her classmates. "So...I'm an Oni-San am i?" she murmured to herself, flinching as she was hit by the small missiles. I'll show them a really demon.
Kikime clapped her hands together once. "Oni-san!" she called out in a clear and cold voice. She clapped her hands twice."Come here..." Kikime didnt pay the others attention as they stopped pelting the nuts at her, staring at her as if she had gone made. Had she gone mad, she had wondered to herself. It didnt matter, this felt to be the right thing to do. They'll pay! I want them to bleed! I want their guts torn out! she thought as she clapped her hands a third time. "..to where i clap my hands." she finished in a hiss.
For a moment, Kikime felt stupid. Silence was all that came from her threat, followed by a chorus of laughter from her classmates. Her cheeks burned red and she stared at the ground. Then, the kid who led her to the Hunter Den suddenly screamed. Kikime and the others immediately looked to where he was...no, where he had been standing.
"W-whats happening?" one child asked nervously. A thundering growl from the woods behind Kikime echoed through the forest. A large black figure with glowing white eyes remained back in the shadows. A sickening sound of cracking and crunching was heard before Kikime jumped as an arm hit the dirt in front of her. While the other children erupted into screams and bolted away, Kikime found herself frozen to the spot. Tmpt tmpt tmpt the sound of heavy footsteps approaching her made her shiver. D-Die...Im going to die. she thought, a small smile slowly spreading on her face. her eyes narrowed in disbelief.
A black figure with black bones sticking out at odd angles circled her and stood in front of her. The legs were twice as long as they should have been, as were its arms that had gnarled claws. Blood dripped from sharp silver fangs and it sat in front of her, tilting its head at her. Kikime could feel her heart beat in her chest. What was it waiting for? Surely it didnt want to talk about the wind and the stars. Y-you called it here...remember? Kikime thought as she stared back at it. I-Its listening to you! Like a doggie! a gleeful malice came over her eyes. "Thank you Oni-san..." she said reaching over and patting a blood stained claw. "You can go home now." she said, planning what else she could do with this summoning power.
It became a common practice for Kikime after that to see what she could summon. It differed depending on her situation. A regular favorite would be summoning three small demons at night to act as boogieman to torment those who had left her out of their games and called her names.
At the age of 12, Kikime was quite accomplished and feared by her classmates in the Temple. However, normality was not secluded from the place. As the girls and boys of the Temple began to grow, so did their interest in the opposite sex. Kikime watched as her class mates began to pair off with each other and those either a year younger or older than them. It was a funny notion... needing to have someone like that. Someone who said the mushiest of phrases, did the cheesiest things. The only thing that Kikime ever got jealous of was the fact that she never got and gifts on White Day.
What is love? Why both with it? How does one come to love? What leads one person to another? she thought as she was tidying the class room after a class had ended. The sound of footsteps approaching made her pause. They were coming closer. Towards the room. With a frown, Kikime hurried into one of the closets where different weapons and mats were kept, leaving just a small gap for her to see out of. Her eyes narrowed in surprise as she saw Satoko, who had been left with a peculiar limp since Kikime had broken her legs in the past. But, that's not what surprised Kikime. A boy followed Satoko into the room, both of them blushing and smiling like idiots. How could she be happy? She had had her legs shattered after all. Surely such a thing couldnt be forgotten easily. Why? Why? Kikime wondered, staring intently as the boy stuttered something about a date. Then, the world went black.
There was nothing. No sound, no light. Kikime stared at the two figures standing in the nothingness, dumbfounded. The only thing that could be seen were the two, herself and, strings. Kikime tilted her head, sure that they had not been there before. There were lots of different colors coming from the two, mostly in light blues but, the two that stuck out most were the Gold string, that was tied around their wrist and went into their chest where the heart would be. The last one though, interested Kikime the most. A red string. One that went from her little finger, to his. Looking at herself, Kikime saw the gold string and a red string that seemed to just be dangling off of her finger. She had no long threads leading out of her finger, and an orange one leading to Satoko.
From myth, she knew what the red string symbolized. Ones true love. The orange however, was a mystery to Kikime. I dont like Satoko... so that must me...hatred. she concluded as she poked at the string. As it quivered she came up with a brilliant idea. A horrible, unforgivable test that made a small giggle escape from her. The two stopped their talking and turned to face her in the darkness. Kikime went to step forward but something blocked her. Ah, thats right.. a door was here...right? she thought about the closet she had stepped into. It wasnt here in the darkness, nothing was. Using her telekinesis, the door slid over and she walked slowly towards the two, stopping between them. They were both blushing, trying to deny something, but Kikime wasnt interested in their words anymore. Not when she was touched the red string that connected them. Grabbing onto it, Kikime tugged at it hard and snap. It broke. It had been all too easy.
The two had watched the girl, the monster of their year, make weird hand gestures in the air. Then, something left the young mans eyes. A loving gaze, now just looked at Satoko bewildered. Kikime muttered 'it worked...kihehehe' under her breath and left the room before they could press her on her odd behavior. Once outside, Kikime looked at the thread in her hand. She held his half. What could she do with this, she wondered? Another girl walked past her, once again sparking off a horrible idea.
A week later, chaos ensued in her year. Words had gone around the classes about a girl being raped by a lovestruck boy. She had been friendly with him always, and then one day after apparent telling Satoko there was nothing between them, he left and went for the other girl. Things had gotten bad, ending up with Satoko tearing after the girl and blaming her for it, saying how she had to be the one to lead him on with lecherous promises. Caught up by grief and shock, Satoko had apparently slit her wrists during the night and bled it out. What a shame.... i missed it all. had been Kikime's response. With this power... things would be much more interesting.
Words had spread that Kikime had indeed been present just moments before things had taken a tail dive for Satoko once again. She was ostracized once again, but this time, Kikime could hardly care. Eventually she was called to speak with Shiata-Sama, the head of the Temple. This had unnerved Kikime quite a bit. Shiata was hardly ever seen, let alone call for students to come and see her. "Come, sit." the voice of a mature woman invited her into her office. Kikime gulped and slowly stepped into a room that was dimly lit and full of smoke.
It smelt musky, and like old books. Squinting, the young girl could just make out a small chair in front of a small table. Something on the table glistened. For a second Kikime's heart skipped a beat. Were those...Eye balls? Guts? Tongues? Just when she took her seat, the room illuminated. No wonder she had gotten the smell of old books. There were shelves of old looking tombs everywhere. Sitting right across from her, on the opposite side of the table which turned out to be laden with all different sorts of small treats. My eyes are playing tricks on me... she concluded before glancing slowly up at the Head.
Shiata had heard everything about Kikme, or seemed to know all about her and her pranks throughout her time in the Temple. "Breaking an opponents legs...serving children to monsters...and now, toying with others Fate. What an interesting child you are." Shiata smiled. Kikime shrugged, uncertain of what to do or even say around the Head. She clutched onto her pants tightly. "Its all rather like a play, you see." Shiata went on. "The world is the stage. It's inhabitants are the actors. Fate is the script. However, Fate either give too good a hand, or, the actors improvise in such a way that their Fate changes due to the free will." the older woman tutted. "However, you are able to pull the strings, edit the script to your own desire. Able to create intriguing situations with a few simple tugs. What an incredible power."
Kikime tilted her head. "I guess...when you put it that way Shiata-Sama." Yes, being able to pick apart the relationships of others and fix them back as she wanted would make to a rather dramatic soap opera if she so wanted it. But, what did Shiata care? Others here also had amazing powers, but Kikime was sure that they had never been called here. Shiata was wearing a thin smile. "Kikime-chan... i want you to come with me outside the Temple, not far, just to one of the higher class families homes. It all rather boring, but, I must go and pray for their success or wealth or to remove illness or whatever their desire is." Now that was something unheard of. Leaving the Temple before reaching 21? Unheard of. I would be the first...I am the most important to Shiata-Sama in this Temple. Kikime bobbed her head up and down. "Alright. I will go."
"Kehehehe...Excellent. Come here Kikime-chan and listen well. There are a lot of scripts for you to edit tonight..."
As a reward for providing Shiata with entertainment, Kikime was given a gift. by the Head of the Temple. A large black ornate scissors that could very easily be used as a weapon. While the gifts and recognition were all welcomed and excitedly received at first, it wasnt long be Kikime started to get troubled. No longer did it seem to be her power. Shiata had forbidden her to use it, except on those whom she chose. I am no ones puppet. I am the puppeteer. I pull the strings. Kikime thought to herself after coming home from another grand banquet that had been held to bless some wealthy family luck with their new business. She had cut apart many friendship strings, the light blue ones Kikime had worked out now, and tied many orange ones for hatred.
One night she crept into where Shiata would be sleeping. Kikime allowed the world around her to go black. Quietly reaching to her back, she drew out her large scissors. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest, Kikime could hear the beat in her ears. There was only one string she had never tried to sever before. The golden one, the life string. With trembling hands she gripped onto the scissors tight and let the lower blade slide in under the string. I-i am going to kill her..Shiata-Sama..the one who has lead this place for...forever! she thought. It excited her a little, to accomplish all that no one had ever had before. With a gulp and closed down the blades fast, and...
...Shiata's eyes opened up immediately, one of her hands reaching out and wrapping around Kikime's neck. The girl barely had time to react. Her eyes bulged and she gagged as Shiata's hand squeezed tightly around her neck. Desperately, Kikime's eyes searched for the string before she let the darkness fade and return to reality. The golden string was still there, still in tact. N-No! she thought. "Kikime-chan...You've made a terrible mistake..." the woman said looking at her with a toothy grin before chuckling.
Kikime didnt know how long she was in the dark, without sight of anyone else. She hadnt heard any noise, she couldnt move, she couldnt smell anything. Kikime knew she had moved her mouth to talk to herself and scream, but no matter how hard she spoke or yelled, she just couldnt hear. All that happened in random intervals was a sharp pain would dart through certain parts of her body. I-i need to get out... How long have i been here? Months...years? Let me out. I need to get out. I need to hear something. Anything!..When is the next pain coming? she thought desperately to herself. She tried to toss and turn, but was being held still by some unknown force.
"Kikime-Chan ~" Shiata's voice dominated the empty void, an amused chuckle in her voice. "Have you learned you're lesson? Do you want to get out now?"
Kikime nodded and yelled out 'yes!!' over and over again, although the sound didnt reach her own ears. In a sudden flash, her vision returned, nearly blinding her although it didnt take long for her to see the only light was from a dimly lit lantern. She could hear the sound of someone with shake breath, as if scared. I-its me... it clicked with her. Shiata's face came into view as the woman leaned down over her. "Have you had enough of the Void? If so, you really should apologize." she smiled. Kikime nodded, shaking violently as she pushed herself up. Her arms and legs felt like jelly. "Im sorry...im sorry..." she muttered over and over, her eyes darting around the place. It smelt of old books...so that meant she was in Shiata's office. A clock on the wall informed her that only ...
"That's better. You are forgiven. My, my, you lasted four hours instead of two. I didnt think you would." Shiata laughed. Kikime didnt reply. That Void was a place she didnt want to go back to. Eternity without anything except knowing that a great pain was going to shoot through your body had not been a fun place. Kikime didnt answer, or look at the Head. A loud 'tut' showed that this seemed to annoy her. "Oh for heavens sake if youre going to be so boring about it get out." Shiata said pointing towards the door. Kikime's feet automatically made a beeline for it. "And Kikime-chan. Be ready for the next time i call you to come out." Shiata called out after her.
No. There was no way. If Kikime couldnt rid the herself of Shiata...Then she would rid Shiata of herself. She ran faster and faster towards the secluded forest, mist swirling around her, as if trying to wrap her in a shroud to protect her from sight. I need to get away...I need to escape. I dont care where...just get me out of here. she thought as she clapped her hands. Once. Twice. Three times. Kikime stood in the darkness, holding her breath and straining to hear any sound out of the ordinary.
Then, there it was. Rattle rattle. Kikime turned to see a huge skeletal demon bird loom over her. Although it appeared to have no eyes, Kikime was sure it was looking down at her, waiting for her to give it a command. "Get me away...Far away." she whispered loudly. The bird lowered itself and Kikime climbed up and into its ribcage. With that, it took off. Kikime didnt question how it was possibly for it to fly. It was getting her out, and that's what mattered. After no more than thirty minutes of flying, she felt her eyes get heavy and drifted into sleep in the demons ribcage.
When Kikime had awoken, she found herself on a warm and sandy beach. Sure enough, she had been dropped at Solstice. Her first year there had definitely been the hardest. She understood no one, and instead of attending classes for controlling her powers, Kikime spent a lot of time learning English and wandering the campus watching at how different this culture was to her own. There had been a lot of times where she became frustrated, and late at night, accidents involving others did occur. However, by the time the second year rolled around, Kikime had a much better understanding of her surroundings. Her English had improved and the culture shock was over. She had been able to attend class once again and even understood the teachers completely. However, school gossip was one thing Kikime was picking up on too, and she heard rather interesting stories about drama's and mischief, something she missed playing a part in.
Of course, old habits die hard. By year three, Kikime was getting bored and restless with this happy school. She hardly knew anyone, and they didnt know her. It was boring. This year she was shoved into a dorm room with another girl her age with brilliant red hair. A lot of rumors had surrounded this girl in the previous year. Secernia Grelix. Now that is a girl who's bonds i would like to see... Kikime had thought on their first night sharing a room. As she sat on her bed, she let the world around her fade. She was surprised that, like herself, this girl didnt seem to have many strings at all. A lot of them were the short ones, flailing untied in the darkness. It was the new color string that caught Kikime's eye.
A grey string. What on earth could you be for?she wondered, stepping closer towards it and reaching out to touch it. That's when she saw it. The horrible monster that Secernia was tied to. It got right up in her face, a threatening aura blazing from it. Kikime giggled and backed away from the string, coming back to reality as she slipped back onto her bed. What the hell had that just been?! What ever it is...Things this year are going to be far more interesting. she thought to herself with a gleeful smile.
As the year went on, Kikime was surprised to find that she and Secernia grew quite close. Both of them love playing pranks in the school grounds, and Secernia even seems to respect her because of this. Of course, Kikime also respects Secernia in return for nearly always playing along with her, no matter how devious or cruel the joke turns out. Just as Secernia is to her, Kikime is just as brutally honest about telling the other girl what she would like to do to her, often it involving hideous torture before death. Of course, all of her attempts have never reached its target, just as she has always avoided Secernia's killing attempts.
Appearance:
Kikimi is rather petite in height, standing at just 4 foot 9 inches and she has a rather lithe build. Her skin tone is paler than the average persons, being an almost ivory color with a slightly beige tinge. This seems to have come from her mothers pale Asian skin tone, although Kikime is completely unaware of her heritage. Kikime has incredibly long black hair that reaches down to the back of her thighs, and her bangs let to fall whatever way they please down on her face. Her hair's length is reduced as she usually can be seen wearing it up in two high pigtails. Despite her Asian heritage, Kikime's eyes are a much more like those from the Western world. They are rather large and a rusted red color. She has a rather doll-like face with full lips.
Kikime's dress style varies from elaborate to very traditional. Her usual attire is rather like that of a Mofuku, the formal black kimono that is worn to funerals. However, the selves are longer than most, due to the fact she is not married, of course, and the Obi around her waist is bright yellow instead of the traditional black. Her footwear are the traditional Zori sandals. Kikime can always be seen with a large pair of sharp, ornate black scissors that is roughly over 4 foot long. It is usually in her hands or strapped to her back and is used for much more than ornate purposes.
It should be noted that Kikime views herself as wearing the traditional miko attire when he is looking at others relationships strings. She wears a pair of red hakama (which are long, divided trousers), a white haori (a kimono jacket). By any chance someone can see her in this Meta-world, this is how she would appear to them.
Personality:
Coming from a cultural background that is very respectful, Kikime can be just that. It is not unusual for her to introduce herself to others very politely or to seem very proper at times such as eating. Her manner of speech also seems a little robotic, although in recent times she is just beginning to pick up slang words or shortened words. This of course makes her appear to be a little stuck up and easily offend person.
She often acts quite aloof and distant to others. She is quite reserved, and would never be the one to strike up a conversation. Boredom is the thing above all else she detests. It is a poison in life that kills one very quickly from the inside, according to her. Kikime likes to do all in her power to avoid such a venom.
Kikime is quite fun-loving despite her uptight demeanor. Practical jokes are her favorite past time. The bigger and grander it is, the better. Her mischievousness and competitive streak drives her a lot, even though it is hardly ever outwardly shown.
Unknowns to all but one individual, Kikime can be incredibly sadistic. She is naturally cruel and sees no problem in being so, in fact she is quite proud of it. The two make a lovely combination and often aide her in her never ending quest to find fun. Nothing entertains her more than another's misery. They dont have to die. That's not what its about. It is all their actions and reactions up to that point that make what she does worth while. The more interesting she finds their antics, the longer she will toy with them. However, keeping Kikime entertained for a long period of time is a difficult feat and more often than not, the victim ends up dead very shortly after Kikime has picked them. After that, its time to move on to the next person. Kikime seems to have no value of life, including her own, and is very detached from normal human emotions such as understanding and remorse.
Kikime Liliana Jinja
'key-key-may' 'lily-an-a' 'Jin-jah'
Age:
17
Sex:
Female
Powers:
Kizuna no Ai
Based on the Eastern Asian Red String of Fate. .The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. In Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger.
For Kikime, she can see the different types of bonds that connect people, from true love, to longing/crush, to friendship to hatred. Each string has a different color. She is able to cut these strings, therefor breaking the bond between others. She is also able to tie these strings to others. For example, she could sever a true love string, and tie one persons red string to the crushing string of a person who their true love hated. Drama will obviously ensue. The strings are actually made up of a series of events that helped these bonds to form. Kikime calls these events 'Threads' that weave together to form the bond. When she touches the strings, she can get flashes of these Threads.
Note: When she cuts bonds and ties them, the individuals do NOT forget the event. They just cannot feel the way they should about the other person.
When Kikime is using this power, to her the world around her goes dark, the only things visible to her are herself, others and the strings. This means that she is not aware of things such as trees or buildings, and when walking over to strings can walk into or trip over these. She can only see people who are tied to each other if they are both there. For example: Person A has a red string shared with Person B. If Person A is in the immediate area where Kikime is, she can see the start of the red string, however, because Person B is not present, she cannot see who Person A is tied to.
Telekinesis
The ability to move matter with the mind. Due to her training and school in her early years, she is quite accomplished at this certain power.
Summoning
Kikime can summon Demons from another world, but only one at any one time. Their appearance and uses depends on what she desires in that moment of time. In order to do this, she must clap her hands together three times.
History:
School Hidden in the Mist
Manako-Taisha is to this day, an operating temple in one of the forest regions in Japan, its function like that of Solstice Academy. It is a decent sized temple, with an incredibly large and looming shinto gate at its entrance. Its placement is not known to many outsiders, only to those from the small village made up of a community of people with powers, close to the forest. Inside the forest, a thick mist clouds the path to the Temple, getting more and more dense the closer one gets to it. It is very easy to get lost in the mist and pass out the Temple, only to come out another section of the forest.
The Manako-Taisha has it own set of rules that the students abide by. People cannot come and join as they please. Each New Year, the new borns from the closest village are brought to the Shinto gate. Seven are chosen by the Head of the Temple. Those who are accepted into the Temple are considered to be blessed. The life inside the Temple is very private. No one is allowed to linger outside the Temple walls. No one is let into the Temple walls without purposes approved by the Head. No one may talk about what goes on inside. No one can give away the exact position of the Temple to strangers. None of the students allowed to venture outside its walls without the permission of the Head of the Temple, Shiata Higeki.
Shiata's word is law within it's grounds. She is a a tall lady at 5' 9 and while she seems only to be in her early thirties, no one can seem to recall anyone but her being the Head Shaman at the Manako-Taisha. While she takes secrecy very seriously, those she has allowed to know her, apparently say she is a very enjoyable woman to be around. Her affection and acknowledgment to her students is very valued as she mostly keeps to herself up in one of the main buildings of the Temple.
Psycho Polka
Kikime was one of the new born babies chosen to be in the Temple. She grew up there without ever knowing he parents, although aware that they were from the village nearby. It didnt matter all that much to her. Not at all. To be here in this Temple was an honor and privilege that not many got. She obviously had something in her that others did not. Why would she ever want to mix in with such low lives? This was the persona that she grew up with through her early years of her life. It was a very serious social status to her, and Kikime would not ever settle for being the lowest rank.
At the age of 4 she was one of the second of her year group to discover her powers. She could move things as she pleased, although the heavier objects were much harder to move. So, Kikime would start training her telekinetic powers by playing small pranks. Her favorite back at this time would be like that of the 'pulling a dollar on fishing line'. She would purposely put out small toys that she had waiting for other kids to try and pick them up. When they did, she would move it just out of their reach. This both amused the little Kikime and helped her develop a good control on this power very early on.
As her sixth year at the Temple drew near, there was a huge buzz throughout the members and students there. It would be one time when they were definite that Shiata-Sama would be present. Festivities for her, the new arrivals and for the New Year would be planned thoroughly. Decorations were made, food was being planned, costumes were being made. Everyone would do their part to make it a worthwhile. Of course, the grand finale as what everyone wanted a part in. A small show for the Head who seemed to love show's of all sorts.
Kikime desperately wanted to preform for the Head and get recognition from her, something that only a select few could claim. Everyday she practiced with the other girls in her age group. One, two. Left, right, all the the steady beat of the drum. At the end of their practicing Kikime thought she was actually pretty good. She would have a good chance of being a dancer for Shiata-Sama. No, she would be! When it came to one of the older students picking out the best, Kikime couldnt wait! She held her breath, waiting for her name to be called out.
It wasnt her name. Its was Satoko's. While all the other girls cheered and clapped and congratulated her on a good job, Kikime stood back, a look of devastation on her face. How could it have been? Satoko got picked, and she did not? No. It was impossible. It wasnt supposed to be this way. Now, that girl was going to get a pretty dance costume, dance and get praise from Shiata-Sama. Somewhat crushed by disappointment, Kikime returned to her room to think about all that had just happened.
For days Kikime watched bitterly as Satoko practiced openly. That happy look on her face, the 'humble' act as other complimented her. Kikime despised it all. That little brat had taken her chance. Suddenly, Kikime had inspiration. She would dance. She would would win her chance to do so using the best way she knew how.
"Ah! Kikime-chan!" Satoko called out to her as the dark haired girl walked past."Wait! I just um, i want to say no hard feelings right? I know you wanted to dance for Shiata-Sama, but... its ok the older girls picked me, yeah?"
No hard feelings? Kikime thought as she smiled at the girl. She glanced around. No one was out here but she and Satoko. Perfect. "It's fine. Im the one who's sorry." she said trying to keep the giggle out of her voice. The look of confusion in the other girls eyes amused her. Kikime reached out with her hand and raised it in the air.
Satoko's eye widened and she thrashed about in the air. "W-What are you doing?! Let me down! Let me down!!" she cried as she was raised higher into the air. "Ahhhh!!!" she was dropped, but then caught and raised up again, higher than before. Her hakama suddenly grew warm, and her legs wet as she wet herself in fright. It was as if some invisible giants hand was playing with her like a rag doll. Shaking she glanced down.
"How disgusting." Kikime mused below. "Hey Satoko. Im going to dance for Shiata-Sama. No hard feelings... right?" she smiled up to the girl dangling in the air, shivering and crying. With that, Kikime let the other girl drop. It was amazing how fast things could fall. She took a step back to be sure that Satoko couldnt land on her. SNAP! a sickening sound filled the air along with loud cry of pain. Kikime tilted her head as she looked at her handy work. Both of Satoko's were twisted at weird angles and bits of bones poking out at different places of her legs. "If you tell, next time, i'll drop you on you're head~" Kikime warned before walking back to her room. It would be later when she would be asked to fill in for the injured Satoko.
Childs Play
"Oni-san, come here, to where my hands clap!" In one of the traditional Japanese children's play, the "Oni" covers his or her eyes with a blindfold, and tries to catch the other players just by the sound of their hands clapping. This line is repeatedly said by the other players to encourage the "Oni" to come and try to get them. Kikime and the other kids were all rather fond of this game. It was always a common sight to see a large group of the kids playing it in the Temple grounds.
A few months after the incident with Satoko, words seemed to have spread. While Kikime was never held responsible by any authority figure, the rest of her class mates had whispered behind her back. A lot of them presumed that Kikime actually had found someway to break the other sweethearts legs. She had wanted to dance for Shiata more than anyone else. It soon became the customary thing to designate Kikime a true 'Oni' (demon). A lot of the time, the kids would run away from the girl whenever Kikime tried to approach them. They all hushed into silence whenever she came into the same room. Then they started to tease Kikime. They would call out 'Watch out! Watch out! Oni-San will get you!" and even started to call her that to her face.
At first, this threw Kikime somewhat. She wasnt used to not having people accept her into their group, even if they had been hesitant. Then, they offered to play the Oni-San Game with her on the condition that she was the Oni first. Kikime agreed quickly, determined to pass on the title to someone else. Alright... finding them will be easy. You just have to listen hard and move fast. she thought as her blindfold was tied. She was left on her own in silence for a few moments until she heard the rustling of a nearby bush. "Oni-San!" she heard the clapping of hands and stumbled towards it. "Come and get me!" the young boys voice filled the grounds.
Struggling for a few moments, Kikime felt her way through the bush, pricking her hands on the thorns and being scraped ay the smaller branches. "Eeeyah!" she gave a small cry as she fell forward and onto the dirt. She coughed from all the dust that had been thrown up in her face. The dirt was making her cuts sting. Tck tck tck Kikime sat bolt upright as she heard the sound of footsteps nearby. I...am not.. an Oni... she thought desperately running after the noise. Then, clapping came from a head of her.
"Well done Oni-San! You made it!" the same voice said from before. He laughed as she took a few fast steps towards him, when others began to clap from all directions. "Oni-Baka... You've made here into the Oni Hunters den!!" he exclaimed.
Kikime came to a complete halt as she heard that. Oni...Hunters?! She took a step backwards, still blindfolded. This wasnt good. Even though she was still quite young, she didnt have to be told that. THUNK! Something hard struck her left shoulder. "Ow!" she cried, raising a hand to it. THUNK! something bounced off of the ground in front of her. THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK! Kikime gasped as a shower of these hard things suddenly began to come down on her. She ripped off her blindfold and saw that all of the others were throwing small nuts at her. Raising her arms defensively, she tried to throw them all back with her telekinesis when she caught sight of all the cuts on her arms. Her she stood, cut up, dirty, tears leaking out of her eyes and being stoned by her classmates. "So...I'm an Oni-San am i?" she murmured to herself, flinching as she was hit by the small missiles. I'll show them a really demon.
Kikime clapped her hands together once. "Oni-san!" she called out in a clear and cold voice. She clapped her hands twice."Come here..." Kikime didnt pay the others attention as they stopped pelting the nuts at her, staring at her as if she had gone made. Had she gone mad, she had wondered to herself. It didnt matter, this felt to be the right thing to do. They'll pay! I want them to bleed! I want their guts torn out! she thought as she clapped her hands a third time. "..to where i clap my hands." she finished in a hiss.
For a moment, Kikime felt stupid. Silence was all that came from her threat, followed by a chorus of laughter from her classmates. Her cheeks burned red and she stared at the ground. Then, the kid who led her to the Hunter Den suddenly screamed. Kikime and the others immediately looked to where he was...no, where he had been standing.
"W-whats happening?" one child asked nervously. A thundering growl from the woods behind Kikime echoed through the forest. A large black figure with glowing white eyes remained back in the shadows. A sickening sound of cracking and crunching was heard before Kikime jumped as an arm hit the dirt in front of her. While the other children erupted into screams and bolted away, Kikime found herself frozen to the spot. Tmpt tmpt tmpt the sound of heavy footsteps approaching her made her shiver. D-Die...Im going to die. she thought, a small smile slowly spreading on her face. her eyes narrowed in disbelief.
A black figure with black bones sticking out at odd angles circled her and stood in front of her. The legs were twice as long as they should have been, as were its arms that had gnarled claws. Blood dripped from sharp silver fangs and it sat in front of her, tilting its head at her. Kikime could feel her heart beat in her chest. What was it waiting for? Surely it didnt want to talk about the wind and the stars. Y-you called it here...remember? Kikime thought as she stared back at it. I-Its listening to you! Like a doggie! a gleeful malice came over her eyes. "Thank you Oni-san..." she said reaching over and patting a blood stained claw. "You can go home now." she said, planning what else she could do with this summoning power.
It became a common practice for Kikime after that to see what she could summon. It differed depending on her situation. A regular favorite would be summoning three small demons at night to act as boogieman to torment those who had left her out of their games and called her names.
Kizuna no...
At the age of 12, Kikime was quite accomplished and feared by her classmates in the Temple. However, normality was not secluded from the place. As the girls and boys of the Temple began to grow, so did their interest in the opposite sex. Kikime watched as her class mates began to pair off with each other and those either a year younger or older than them. It was a funny notion... needing to have someone like that. Someone who said the mushiest of phrases, did the cheesiest things. The only thing that Kikime ever got jealous of was the fact that she never got and gifts on White Day.
What is love? Why both with it? How does one come to love? What leads one person to another? she thought as she was tidying the class room after a class had ended. The sound of footsteps approaching made her pause. They were coming closer. Towards the room. With a frown, Kikime hurried into one of the closets where different weapons and mats were kept, leaving just a small gap for her to see out of. Her eyes narrowed in surprise as she saw Satoko, who had been left with a peculiar limp since Kikime had broken her legs in the past. But, that's not what surprised Kikime. A boy followed Satoko into the room, both of them blushing and smiling like idiots. How could she be happy? She had had her legs shattered after all. Surely such a thing couldnt be forgotten easily. Why? Why? Kikime wondered, staring intently as the boy stuttered something about a date. Then, the world went black.
There was nothing. No sound, no light. Kikime stared at the two figures standing in the nothingness, dumbfounded. The only thing that could be seen were the two, herself and, strings. Kikime tilted her head, sure that they had not been there before. There were lots of different colors coming from the two, mostly in light blues but, the two that stuck out most were the Gold string, that was tied around their wrist and went into their chest where the heart would be. The last one though, interested Kikime the most. A red string. One that went from her little finger, to his. Looking at herself, Kikime saw the gold string and a red string that seemed to just be dangling off of her finger. She had no long threads leading out of her finger, and an orange one leading to Satoko.
From myth, she knew what the red string symbolized. Ones true love. The orange however, was a mystery to Kikime. I dont like Satoko... so that must me...hatred. she concluded as she poked at the string. As it quivered she came up with a brilliant idea. A horrible, unforgivable test that made a small giggle escape from her. The two stopped their talking and turned to face her in the darkness. Kikime went to step forward but something blocked her. Ah, thats right.. a door was here...right? she thought about the closet she had stepped into. It wasnt here in the darkness, nothing was. Using her telekinesis, the door slid over and she walked slowly towards the two, stopping between them. They were both blushing, trying to deny something, but Kikime wasnt interested in their words anymore. Not when she was touched the red string that connected them. Grabbing onto it, Kikime tugged at it hard and snap. It broke. It had been all too easy.
The two had watched the girl, the monster of their year, make weird hand gestures in the air. Then, something left the young mans eyes. A loving gaze, now just looked at Satoko bewildered. Kikime muttered 'it worked...kihehehe' under her breath and left the room before they could press her on her odd behavior. Once outside, Kikime looked at the thread in her hand. She held his half. What could she do with this, she wondered? Another girl walked past her, once again sparking off a horrible idea.
A week later, chaos ensued in her year. Words had gone around the classes about a girl being raped by a lovestruck boy. She had been friendly with him always, and then one day after apparent telling Satoko there was nothing between them, he left and went for the other girl. Things had gotten bad, ending up with Satoko tearing after the girl and blaming her for it, saying how she had to be the one to lead him on with lecherous promises. Caught up by grief and shock, Satoko had apparently slit her wrists during the night and bled it out. What a shame.... i missed it all. had been Kikime's response. With this power... things would be much more interesting.
...Daikirai
Words had spread that Kikime had indeed been present just moments before things had taken a tail dive for Satoko once again. She was ostracized once again, but this time, Kikime could hardly care. Eventually she was called to speak with Shiata-Sama, the head of the Temple. This had unnerved Kikime quite a bit. Shiata was hardly ever seen, let alone call for students to come and see her. "Come, sit." the voice of a mature woman invited her into her office. Kikime gulped and slowly stepped into a room that was dimly lit and full of smoke.
It smelt musky, and like old books. Squinting, the young girl could just make out a small chair in front of a small table. Something on the table glistened. For a second Kikime's heart skipped a beat. Were those...Eye balls? Guts? Tongues? Just when she took her seat, the room illuminated. No wonder she had gotten the smell of old books. There were shelves of old looking tombs everywhere. Sitting right across from her, on the opposite side of the table which turned out to be laden with all different sorts of small treats. My eyes are playing tricks on me... she concluded before glancing slowly up at the Head.
Shiata had heard everything about Kikme, or seemed to know all about her and her pranks throughout her time in the Temple. "Breaking an opponents legs...serving children to monsters...and now, toying with others Fate. What an interesting child you are." Shiata smiled. Kikime shrugged, uncertain of what to do or even say around the Head. She clutched onto her pants tightly. "Its all rather like a play, you see." Shiata went on. "The world is the stage. It's inhabitants are the actors. Fate is the script. However, Fate either give too good a hand, or, the actors improvise in such a way that their Fate changes due to the free will." the older woman tutted. "However, you are able to pull the strings, edit the script to your own desire. Able to create intriguing situations with a few simple tugs. What an incredible power."
Kikime tilted her head. "I guess...when you put it that way Shiata-Sama." Yes, being able to pick apart the relationships of others and fix them back as she wanted would make to a rather dramatic soap opera if she so wanted it. But, what did Shiata care? Others here also had amazing powers, but Kikime was sure that they had never been called here. Shiata was wearing a thin smile. "Kikime-chan... i want you to come with me outside the Temple, not far, just to one of the higher class families homes. It all rather boring, but, I must go and pray for their success or wealth or to remove illness or whatever their desire is." Now that was something unheard of. Leaving the Temple before reaching 21? Unheard of. I would be the first...I am the most important to Shiata-Sama in this Temple. Kikime bobbed her head up and down. "Alright. I will go."
"Kehehehe...Excellent. Come here Kikime-chan and listen well. There are a lot of scripts for you to edit tonight..."
Escape
As a reward for providing Shiata with entertainment, Kikime was given a gift. by the Head of the Temple. A large black ornate scissors that could very easily be used as a weapon. While the gifts and recognition were all welcomed and excitedly received at first, it wasnt long be Kikime started to get troubled. No longer did it seem to be her power. Shiata had forbidden her to use it, except on those whom she chose. I am no ones puppet. I am the puppeteer. I pull the strings. Kikime thought to herself after coming home from another grand banquet that had been held to bless some wealthy family luck with their new business. She had cut apart many friendship strings, the light blue ones Kikime had worked out now, and tied many orange ones for hatred.
One night she crept into where Shiata would be sleeping. Kikime allowed the world around her to go black. Quietly reaching to her back, she drew out her large scissors. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest, Kikime could hear the beat in her ears. There was only one string she had never tried to sever before. The golden one, the life string. With trembling hands she gripped onto the scissors tight and let the lower blade slide in under the string. I-i am going to kill her..Shiata-Sama..the one who has lead this place for...forever! she thought. It excited her a little, to accomplish all that no one had ever had before. With a gulp and closed down the blades fast, and...
...Shiata's eyes opened up immediately, one of her hands reaching out and wrapping around Kikime's neck. The girl barely had time to react. Her eyes bulged and she gagged as Shiata's hand squeezed tightly around her neck. Desperately, Kikime's eyes searched for the string before she let the darkness fade and return to reality. The golden string was still there, still in tact. N-No! she thought. "Kikime-chan...You've made a terrible mistake..." the woman said looking at her with a toothy grin before chuckling.
HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!
Kikime didnt know how long she was in the dark, without sight of anyone else. She hadnt heard any noise, she couldnt move, she couldnt smell anything. Kikime knew she had moved her mouth to talk to herself and scream, but no matter how hard she spoke or yelled, she just couldnt hear. All that happened in random intervals was a sharp pain would dart through certain parts of her body. I-i need to get out... How long have i been here? Months...years? Let me out. I need to get out. I need to hear something. Anything!..When is the next pain coming? she thought desperately to herself. She tried to toss and turn, but was being held still by some unknown force.
"Kikime-Chan ~" Shiata's voice dominated the empty void, an amused chuckle in her voice. "Have you learned you're lesson? Do you want to get out now?"
Kikime nodded and yelled out 'yes!!' over and over again, although the sound didnt reach her own ears. In a sudden flash, her vision returned, nearly blinding her although it didnt take long for her to see the only light was from a dimly lit lantern. She could hear the sound of someone with shake breath, as if scared. I-its me... it clicked with her. Shiata's face came into view as the woman leaned down over her. "Have you had enough of the Void? If so, you really should apologize." she smiled. Kikime nodded, shaking violently as she pushed herself up. Her arms and legs felt like jelly. "Im sorry...im sorry..." she muttered over and over, her eyes darting around the place. It smelt of old books...so that meant she was in Shiata's office. A clock on the wall informed her that only ...
"That's better. You are forgiven. My, my, you lasted four hours instead of two. I didnt think you would." Shiata laughed. Kikime didnt reply. That Void was a place she didnt want to go back to. Eternity without anything except knowing that a great pain was going to shoot through your body had not been a fun place. Kikime didnt answer, or look at the Head. A loud 'tut' showed that this seemed to annoy her. "Oh for heavens sake if youre going to be so boring about it get out." Shiata said pointing towards the door. Kikime's feet automatically made a beeline for it. "And Kikime-chan. Be ready for the next time i call you to come out." Shiata called out after her.
No. There was no way. If Kikime couldnt rid the herself of Shiata...Then she would rid Shiata of herself. She ran faster and faster towards the secluded forest, mist swirling around her, as if trying to wrap her in a shroud to protect her from sight. I need to get away...I need to escape. I dont care where...just get me out of here. she thought as she clapped her hands. Once. Twice. Three times. Kikime stood in the darkness, holding her breath and straining to hear any sound out of the ordinary.
Then, there it was. Rattle rattle. Kikime turned to see a huge skeletal demon bird loom over her. Although it appeared to have no eyes, Kikime was sure it was looking down at her, waiting for her to give it a command. "Get me away...Far away." she whispered loudly. The bird lowered itself and Kikime climbed up and into its ribcage. With that, it took off. Kikime didnt question how it was possibly for it to fly. It was getting her out, and that's what mattered. After no more than thirty minutes of flying, she felt her eyes get heavy and drifted into sleep in the demons ribcage.
Further Schooling
When Kikime had awoken, she found herself on a warm and sandy beach. Sure enough, she had been dropped at Solstice. Her first year there had definitely been the hardest. She understood no one, and instead of attending classes for controlling her powers, Kikime spent a lot of time learning English and wandering the campus watching at how different this culture was to her own. There had been a lot of times where she became frustrated, and late at night, accidents involving others did occur. However, by the time the second year rolled around, Kikime had a much better understanding of her surroundings. Her English had improved and the culture shock was over. She had been able to attend class once again and even understood the teachers completely. However, school gossip was one thing Kikime was picking up on too, and she heard rather interesting stories about drama's and mischief, something she missed playing a part in.
Of course, old habits die hard. By year three, Kikime was getting bored and restless with this happy school. She hardly knew anyone, and they didnt know her. It was boring. This year she was shoved into a dorm room with another girl her age with brilliant red hair. A lot of rumors had surrounded this girl in the previous year. Secernia Grelix. Now that is a girl who's bonds i would like to see... Kikime had thought on their first night sharing a room. As she sat on her bed, she let the world around her fade. She was surprised that, like herself, this girl didnt seem to have many strings at all. A lot of them were the short ones, flailing untied in the darkness. It was the new color string that caught Kikime's eye.
A grey string. What on earth could you be for?she wondered, stepping closer towards it and reaching out to touch it. That's when she saw it. The horrible monster that Secernia was tied to. It got right up in her face, a threatening aura blazing from it. Kikime giggled and backed away from the string, coming back to reality as she slipped back onto her bed. What the hell had that just been?! What ever it is...Things this year are going to be far more interesting. she thought to herself with a gleeful smile.
As the year went on, Kikime was surprised to find that she and Secernia grew quite close. Both of them love playing pranks in the school grounds, and Secernia even seems to respect her because of this. Of course, Kikime also respects Secernia in return for nearly always playing along with her, no matter how devious or cruel the joke turns out. Just as Secernia is to her, Kikime is just as brutally honest about telling the other girl what she would like to do to her, often it involving hideous torture before death. Of course, all of her attempts have never reached its target, just as she has always avoided Secernia's killing attempts.
Appearance:
Kikimi is rather petite in height, standing at just 4 foot 9 inches and she has a rather lithe build. Her skin tone is paler than the average persons, being an almost ivory color with a slightly beige tinge. This seems to have come from her mothers pale Asian skin tone, although Kikime is completely unaware of her heritage. Kikime has incredibly long black hair that reaches down to the back of her thighs, and her bangs let to fall whatever way they please down on her face. Her hair's length is reduced as she usually can be seen wearing it up in two high pigtails. Despite her Asian heritage, Kikime's eyes are a much more like those from the Western world. They are rather large and a rusted red color. She has a rather doll-like face with full lips.
Kikime's dress style varies from elaborate to very traditional. Her usual attire is rather like that of a Mofuku, the formal black kimono that is worn to funerals. However, the selves are longer than most, due to the fact she is not married, of course, and the Obi around her waist is bright yellow instead of the traditional black. Her footwear are the traditional Zori sandals. Kikime can always be seen with a large pair of sharp, ornate black scissors that is roughly over 4 foot long. It is usually in her hands or strapped to her back and is used for much more than ornate purposes.
It should be noted that Kikime views herself as wearing the traditional miko attire when he is looking at others relationships strings. She wears a pair of red hakama (which are long, divided trousers), a white haori (a kimono jacket). By any chance someone can see her in this Meta-world, this is how she would appear to them.
Personality:
Coming from a cultural background that is very respectful, Kikime can be just that. It is not unusual for her to introduce herself to others very politely or to seem very proper at times such as eating. Her manner of speech also seems a little robotic, although in recent times she is just beginning to pick up slang words or shortened words. This of course makes her appear to be a little stuck up and easily offend person.
She often acts quite aloof and distant to others. She is quite reserved, and would never be the one to strike up a conversation. Boredom is the thing above all else she detests. It is a poison in life that kills one very quickly from the inside, according to her. Kikime likes to do all in her power to avoid such a venom.
Kikime is quite fun-loving despite her uptight demeanor. Practical jokes are her favorite past time. The bigger and grander it is, the better. Her mischievousness and competitive streak drives her a lot, even though it is hardly ever outwardly shown.
Unknowns to all but one individual, Kikime can be incredibly sadistic. She is naturally cruel and sees no problem in being so, in fact she is quite proud of it. The two make a lovely combination and often aide her in her never ending quest to find fun. Nothing entertains her more than another's misery. They dont have to die. That's not what its about. It is all their actions and reactions up to that point that make what she does worth while. The more interesting she finds their antics, the longer she will toy with them. However, keeping Kikime entertained for a long period of time is a difficult feat and more often than not, the victim ends up dead very shortly after Kikime has picked them. After that, its time to move on to the next person. Kikime seems to have no value of life, including her own, and is very detached from normal human emotions such as understanding and remorse.
