Physical apperance:
for the most part she wears only black, with black wrist bands and generally anything else that's black, could be classified as the 'emo' or 'goth' look. She is 6ft exactly in height and carries herself in a rather chillaxed way.
Personality: For the most part she seems to be a happy-go-lucky person who just goes along with what others do. She can be a bit 'crazy' or 'off' though she can also be one of the best people to go to when your depressed, never judging others no matter what they have done.
Occupation: N/A
Biography:
At the young age of four or five years, Hikaru could be found in her room playing with the small toys her parents had bought her, these times were hard and she had grown up used to having almost nothing but loved it all the same learning quick that items and personal possessions really do not matter when it comes to most things. Her parents often gave her toys to play with before they would venture to one of the local gambling clubs at the outskirts of her home town leaving her alone at home to do freely as she wished, that mostly included sitting in her room throwing or rolling a small ball around. The toys amused her and kept her busy but she would eventually grow bored of them as well and yearn for her parents love. One night bored of her toys she sat up taking her gaze off the water stained rood and setting her ball on the floor slipped out into the hall listening softly for any sound that may show her parents had returned. There was a soft muffled sound and thinking it was the radio she slowly and carefully took the railing and walked down the stairs which were still way to high for her small body. The sounds got louder as she reached the end. All she could think of was asking her parents to come play a game with her like they used to a few months ago, it felt like years. She stepping out lightly in the doorway and was about to call for her mother when she saw a man with his back to her and from under his legs the image of her father sitting in a chair. She moved closer to see her mother as well and they both looked like they were tied and some strange cloth was in their mouths stopping them from making a sound. There were more men in the room, talking to her parents in a deep voice full of pure fury and hatred. Not liking this and seeing the fear in her mother’s eyes she ran past the man in the doorway and jumped at the one who was now reaching out for a knife one of his companions was holding out. She took him by surprise but it didn’t save her and she was thrown harshly onto the floor pain raking through her as the others rushed her, their angered cries barely blocking out the scared muffled cry of her mother as she watched the man her daughter had jumped pick her child up off the floor by the hair and hold the knife to her neck with a smile. Dropping her he turned his attention away and then she felt the pain as the others took turns hitting her keeping her from getting back up. When she seemed subdued she was pulled up by two of them, they stunk badly, she could remember that. They smelt like they had been drinking. She recognized it because her uncle always drank when she visited. She didn’t feel the pain at first but heard her parents cries as her arms were slit open slowly then her legs. Her body thrashed as her blood started to seep out and they dropped her there deep laughing echoing in her mind. Gazing up now she watched with tear glazed eyes the men beat her parents and then carefully slit their throats with a thin blade. When they left she was presumed dead and discarded in the corner with her parents left on display before her. A few hours later she was able to move slightly her body ached heavily and she didn’t want to but she couldn’t look at them anymore. She slowly crawled to her mother’s side and hugged her crying and then took the phone that was in her mother’s pocket and started to search through the contacts for the one person they always told her to call in case something happened, James, her uncle that lived in the south seven hours away. Hitting send she waited as the phone ringed and finally when a voice picked up she caught her breath and in a small voice explained through tears what she had seen and was soon picked up and 9 hours later was sitting in his living room. She was told why this had happened, her parents had racked up a gambling tab of 10,000,000 dollars and because they refused to pay the price they were silenced. It was how the world was harsh and cold. She spent later years at her uncle’s, living with little possessions and many beatings. Her uncle to her dismay was a raging alcoholic worse than Benji on her father’s side. He hit her for no reason most nights and would yell at her at random for things even when she hadn’t been around. She learned to fight back and normally won. At the age of 14 she lost her uncle to alcohol poisoning and was left alone. Living now on the streets with her stuffed dog, nicknamed hunter, she found she enjoyed it and took up the life style learning to be quick and to down her foe’s affectively in the fight to survive.
Weapons:
Name of weapon: Scissor hands
Number of Points: 25
element: N/A
Weapon Skill: The blades can shoot out at opponents and quickly be replaced by other hidden blades.
Description: Specail gloves that travel up her arm to her shoulders, blades at the finger tips.
Weapon name: Ranmaru *Created by ultragodzillaofdoom*
Description: It is a simple katana, maybe an inch longer than normal. Howver, this is diffrent than normal, as it is very light. This allows for light and fast attacks, and is versatile in that it can bend a lot before breaking. The sheath is a dark green with a silver stripe winding around the sheath. The very blade itself is a light green, and the guard is a silver one in the shape of a 10 sided star.
Points:5
Element: Fire
At 5 points: The very basic form of Ranmaru, nothing really special.
At 10 points: Ranmaru is somewhat stronger, and flame attacks are somewhat weakened.
At 20 points: Flame attacks can now be somewhat absorbed. This allows the blade to get mysteriously stronger.
At 30 points: Flame can be absorbed to a stronger extent. Random jets of flame may shoot from the guard if too much is absorbed.
At 40 points: Ranmaru's shikai form is now revealed. It takes the form of twin pistols worn on the upper thighs, and two swords worn like an X across the wielder's back. THe pistols can shoot small jets of flame, which can grow based upon how much fire is absorbed. The swords can absorb fire too. Nothing special besides that.
At 50 points: The swords are now capable of discharging fire. The guns firing capability is upgraded as well.
At 60 points: A new technique is available. Crossing the two swords, they can charge up and shoot a massive X of fire. This can severely burn the one hit withit.
At 70 points: The guns can now fire at an almost Cero level of fire. They can also shoot up to 5 shots at once.
At 80 points: Ranmaru's bankai is revealed. It's name is Dragon King Ranmaru. This form effectively fuses the swords and pistols together, making a bladed rifle. This fusion comes with a extreme boost in speed for the wielder. The rifle can rapid fire up to 20 cero level shots at a single time, and can fire a massive blast as well.
At 90 points: Flame can now coat the bladed part of the rifle. This can be used as a very effective shield. The firing rate is upgraded to 50 shots at a time.
At 100 points: Speed is extremely upgraded, and by using flame under the user's feet, flight can be used. The final technique is now revealed, allowing for a massive flame strike to be used. This flame is strong enough to level a skyscraper in seconds.
Talent(s)/Ability(s):
Name of ability: Enhanced senses
Amount of points: 16
Description of ability: Her eye sight, hearing, and sense of smell are all better then that of others.
Elemental magic:
Fire: 0 points
Water: 0 points
Wind: 0 points
Lightning: 0 points
Earth: 0 points
Dark: 0 points
Name of custom element: N/A
Number of points: N/A
Description of element: N/A
