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Name: Shikyo; she never knew her last name.
Species: Vampire
Class: Thief; though not practiced regularly.
Age: 217; extremely young for a Vampire, but she's embarrassed by it.
Skin: Pale; smooth; decreases in pallor with the more blood flowing in her system.
Eyes: Gray; notoriously gleaming with mischief.
Hair: Pitch black; short and mussed; with bangs, longer than the rest, that frame her visage.
Shikyo stands just below 5'4". Her pallid flesh is a mocking contradiction in comparison to her raven locks. Her apathetic, steel-hued optics are a solid reflection of the pain she's lived through. Her--more or less--matured mind has been trapped inside that of her nineteen year old body for nearly two centuries. Her conscience was laid to rest when her mortal self died, so Shikyo kills ruthlessly with no remorse and thoroughly enjoys every moment of it.
Shikyo was a child born from rape. She was born into a small, dirty village ridden with disease and filth--Hutok. Her mother was a whore, so Shikyo was often sent outside at all hours during the night, causing her to become ill frequently. She went hungry on numerous occasions and never received any extra treats. The little gold her mother did earn was commonly wasted on drugs. Shikyo realized she would need to be self sufficient, or die trying. At about the age of eight, Shikyo followed her mother's example and became a prostitute. It was traumatizing until she learned to shut everything out during sex. Since she was scrawny and pathetic, men often paid very little, or not at all. Her mother had a decently good hunch as to what her daughter was doing at all hours into the night, but honestly didn't care. The two of them grew more distant than ever before.
When Shikyo was a little over the age of ten, she caught the Black Plague. Her mother had no intention of dying alongside her daughter, so she kicked Shikyo out on the streets without so much as a goodbye. For almost two days, Shikyo laid, awaiting death, in the gutters. She had strength only to breathe. Then one warm, humid night, the young Shikyo died.
But obviously she isn't dead. So let me back up...
The night she was conceived, Shikyo's father wanted nothing more than to die. He was a lowly coward, and hadn't the guts to perform the deed himself. He invited death willingly with not so much as a second thought. He went about the village, raping women and hoping they were equipped with a knife, and brawling with men twice his size. But, unfortunately for him, that didn't happen. The one that answered his prayers was a hungry vampire. He was introduced to life as a vampire without a choice. But his will to live had been renewed with his supernatural vampire senses and powers. (And not mention, it's almost impossible to kill a vampire*.) About a year later, the young vampire took a strong interest in a very special little girl. He knew it was his daughter; there was no doubt in his mind. He stalked her almost every night, never once allowing her to hear or see him. He even watched her die in the gutters. It crushed him. He knew, though, if she was dead, there was nothing in his vampiric power to save her. But he never forgot her...
Shikyo's father lived through millenniums, living well past the year 3000. He worked for the government of a powerful nation called Thade. The technological advances surpassed that of anything he had ever thought possible. And one invention particularly interested him. A time-altering machine. He knew it could be risky, one tiny mistake and he could change the future, possibly for the worst. He went back to the exact day he watched his daughter die, mere hours before she did so. He injected her frail, listless, almost-dead body with a powerful substance** that would help her fight the Plague. Shikyo, once she was taken to the future, was locked into a tall tower. The walls were covered in stone, the door thick and wooden--not to mention, locked. There was a single window near the top of the tower, which allowed in very little sunlight. Her father made sure that there wasn't a single technological device left in her room. Everything was uncivilized and much like that of the time period she belonged to. She was fed daily and watched closely through hidden cameras. She had many servants--slaves of her father--who did her bidding. And one particular slave Shikyo took a liking to. A Persocom*** by the name of Twii. Her metal ears were covertly covered with soft material to make her appear as a feline to Shikyo. Twii was the closest thing Shikyo ever had to a real friend, she just didn't know the love was artificial...
Years passed. Shikyo's hair grew long, and she hated it. The blackness of her own hair seemed to mock the very color that her soul had come to metaphorically resemble. Her skin grew pale, which also agitated her, because it contrasted her ebon locks mockingly. And no matter how hard she tried, Shikyo couldn't escape from this prison that had become her home. When Shikyo was almost nineteen, she had taken enough of the torture. With the knife she always had with her dinner, she chopped her hair off and attempted suicide. She severed the flesh of her wrists so deep she grinded bone. Her captor crept in quietly, and performed the sacred ritual of transforming one into a vampire. He wouldn't allow his daughter to die again. She would remain as she was that night for eternity.
Shikyo could only remember bits and pieces of that night. She could recall the intoxicating taste of her own blood; the piercing green eyes of her savior; and the crippling feeling when her mortal self died and she became a bloodthirsty monster. She woke up the next morning with an insatiable need for blood. On the nightstand beside her bed she found a warm glass of blood wine. Without a hesitant thought, she gulped it down, and lost consciousness almost instantly. Her father had drugged it. He had to return her to Hutok, and didn't want her awake while he did so. He returned her to her own time, leaving her in a small shack, with a coffin in the basement, warm clothes, some gold in her pocket, and her new found vampire powers. She hasn't, to this day, met her father.
Shikyo caught on to the ways of a vampire at a shocking pace. Everything she did filled her with inexplicable excitement, especially the thrilling feel when her victim's heart stopped pulsing beneath their ribs. With her flawless, pale skin, young body, and vampire charm, it wasn't any trouble to seduce men--and even women--into following her into a dark alley to feast upon them. Shikyo lived to kill. The metallic taste of warm blood made her forget any of her insecurities or problems in life. It was an unhealthy solution, but why should she care? She often allowed herself the pleasure of a violent killing. Nothing pleased her more than watching her victims struggle futily.
Within a few years of her new life, Shikyo grew fond of a feline youth named Takai. He was an assassin and very skilled with magic, particularly controlling shadows. Before she realized it, she was stalking the handsome individual. But with keen feline senses, Takai soon detected her. He called her from the shadows and kindly asked for a proper introduction. The two got along well. Shikyo enjoyed watching Takai murder his victims with his weapon of choice--a scythe. And Takai enjoyed the company of a fellow murderer. Every few nights, Shikyo was allowed to feed on Takai, since the feline was a bit of a masochist. Shikyo fell into the routine of starving herself for three or four days, so when she fed on Takai, it was more thrilling. But she learned that resisting her vampiric urges to feast would have painful consequences. Her instincts took control after about a week of not feeding, and without even knowing, Shikyo viciously attacked Takai. While lying in a pool of his blood, Shikyo returned to herself. It took several moments to realize what had happened. It came as a shock to her. She had mindlessly murdered and fed upon the man she adored--possibly loved. For the second time in her life, she attempted suicide. But, being a vampire, only succeeded in draining blood and making herself thirsty.
That night, she went on a vicious killing spree. Young, old. Dark, light. Men, women. Anyone in her way was left a mutilated corpse. She drowned her sorrows with blood of innocent people. She was barely even able to make it back to her coffin before sunrise. Throughout the day, she couldn't sleep. She kept visualizing Takai's death over and over and over... She felt a strong need to rid herself of this traumatizing event, and violent feeding for an eternity wouldn't satisfy her. She decided to up and leave town. She left Hutok with her memories and took up residence in a place known as Hollow.
Shikyo spent years keeping to herself and only fed when it was necessary. She subdued her violent urges and other disagreeable urges she often came across whilst feeding. It was a form of punishment for what she had done to Takai. For nearly fifty years, Shikyo remained emotionally closed off and empty. But as time passed, so did her regrets. She began to meet new and interesting people. Friends. She even received her beloved falchion from one of these new friends. But one particular vampire stood out amongst the others. Shiro.
One night, Shikyo was walking through the caves when she happened upon an apparently starved vampire. Shikyo, not having any other food in her satchel, offered the helpless creature a potato. Without so much as a hesitant gesture, the vampire practically inhaled the spud. The two vampires stared at one another blankly, Shikyo taking a step back after getting the sudden fear that the other vampire would lunge for her neck. But instead of doing any lunging, the vampire introduced herself as Shiro and handed Shikyo a pickle. The two have been best friends ever since. Shikyo has yet to ask Shiro why she didn't just eat the pickle...
Shikyo, to this day, still harbors dark secrets...
I have a jellybean in my pocket...
[*Impossible to kill a vampire?: There are multiple versions of how vampires can be brought to the grave. The version I "believe" is.. a secret. Wanna know? Try and kill her.
**Powerful substance: The substance injected into Shikyo was blood of a dragon. But very little.
***Persocom: A humanoid robot with metal "ears" for USB ports. (Yes, it's based off of the manga Chobits.)]
Her past is all OOC information. Keep it that way, unless Shikyo tells you any of it.
Ask. Chances are I'll think you're a fat, hairy, 60 year old man who lives in his mother's basement and intends to stalk me and murder me. But try anyway, you never know.
By the way, I only have AIM.
