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GAIANAME: dim-mardor
CHARACTERNAME: Calla Lark
AGE: 17
GENDER: female
RACE: werewolf
WEAPON: With the ability to transform into her wolf form at any time, Calla poses a threat with her snarling jaws. She is also somewhat stronger and larger than a normal wolf, and her senses are even more developed. When she is not a wolf, Calla can still defend herself. A pistol hangs on each hip, their mahogany grips well-worn from much handling over the years. Indeed the weapons seem older than the girl, an heirloom perhaps? Their origin is of little importance, the guns have drawn the blood of countless victims, that is that matters.
SCREEN-SAVER:
APPERANCE: Human: Dark blonde hair falls to her jaw where it frames her heart-shaped face. Straight bangs hang over her forehead almost obscuring her large, and quite stunning, blue-green eyes. Her eyes are further emphasized by her pale complexion and small pink mouth. Extremely short, Calla stands no taller than five feet. Nonetheless, her body is well proportioned and she pulls off the 'hour-glass' shape nicely. She is usually seen wearing neutral, 'earth' colors.
Wolf: http://homepage.mac.com/wildlifeweb/mammal/wolf/seattle/wolf27.jpg
BIO/HISTORYY: Too young to remember her transformation, the girl only knows that she has been a wolf for a very long time. Estranged from her family at an early age due to her 'gift', Calla pledges allegiance to no man or woman.
Calla has wandered the streets of Bastion her whole life. Wandering in and out of the lives of countless people, the wolf girl is known for her instability. Now, forced by the government into foster care, she lives with an elderly couple in a middle-class section of the city. There, she attends the local public school. Her indifferent silence and good behavior keeps her out of the radar of both the faculty and her peers.
The moon does hold its sway over her, and once a month she is forced, with extreme pain, into her wolf form. On this night, she is no longer responsible for her actions, she will kill for the satisfication of her bloodlust. Luckily, there is a potion she can take the day before a full moon. This allows her to retain her mind during the moon's dominance.
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Calla lay beneath the reaching arms of an oak tree. A pencil was poised in her hand, ready to descend and make the final stroke that would complete the bird she was drawing. Her subject was perched on an outlying branch only a few feet above her head. Her downward position lent an interesting perspective to her drawing, almost as if it had been drawn by an ant looking up into the face of it's greatest foe. The bird was hardly a foe to Calla, considering it's total body length was barely longer than her middle finger.
Even if it had been thousands of times her size, as it must be to an ant, she would have hardly been afraid. For as long as she could remember, Calla had always loved flying things. Be it the smallest hummingbird to the giant dragons that sometimes soared over her home, the girl had always felt akin to the creatures in a way that could only be described as the meeting of one's family after a very long time away...
The only reason she was tolerated by her clan was attributed to the money she brought in selling her paintings. The public eye had noticed her skill and she was now quite requested for personal portraits. While not on the level to work for kings or princes, Calla still received decent wage from the local nobles and wealthier peasants in the area. She could have done better, but too often she grew bored with the pudgy pink faces and frilly dresses. Needless to say, her clients were less than pleased when their adorable baby boy was depicted with dragon features or when the mistress had a beak. There were a few circles of avid bird watchers to whom her paintings were of high commodity, but these were few and far between. So Calla lived a relatively normal life in a small village in which harldly anything ever happened.
 dim-mardor · Tue Apr 10, 2007 @ 02:18am · 0 Comments |
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Years have aged the girl. Four to be exact, and during those she has grown into her height. Her body is no longer gangly but well-balanced with lithe muscles. These have developed after long hours spent helping Hotaru fight off hollows. Of course the soul society doesn't know of this. Rin thinks, smiling, of the verbal cow they would have if they found out.
Her smile fades as she hears the unmistakable roar of a hollow. She focuses her vision and pulls sharply on Hotaru's soul sheave. Unlike the first time she did this, there isn't a ripping of the air but a more subtle pop as the shinigami appears. This particular power has been well honed.
Rin now does something a normal person would think insane. She calls the hollow. It appears with a larger pop and writhes about on the spot. She holds it in place using its own soul ribbon, as she has come to call them. It fights her furiously but is incapable of getting loose. Hotaru swoops in and slices through the captured beast.
As she prepares to leave, more hollow soul ribbons appear in the air around Rin's head. One, two, three, four, five...so many! The teenager grabs one at random and pulls it to her. After they have sent the fourth to the soul society, several more enter the human world. Rin doesn't have time to call them as this time they come to her.
Slowly the duo is forced back through sheer numbers. Rin stumbles, drained of energy from holding so many. A hollow strikes only to find its jaws closing upon the shinigami. Others pounce the prey as Rin backs away. The old fear fills her as if she was still ten and the years had not passed.
The soul reaper manages to escape, cutting through the hollows without aim or skill. White goo whirls around her face, trying to settle and form a mask. The lost souls move in and one slams Rin against a wall. With an unhuman strenght it squeezes her soul from her body. The girl stands there, a silver chain protruding from her chest.
From seeminly nowhere, Hotaru materializes at her side and plunges her zanpakto hilt deep into her own head. Before she can enter the soul society, Hotaru flips her sword and places the hilt on the girl's head. They both begin to rise. Then things go awry, Rin's soul, still attached to her body, latches onto Hotaru's and together they plunge back towards earth.
Before she can analyze what just happened, Hotaru whips out her sword and uses some strength she didn't know she has to dispell the remaining hollows. When they are gone, she looks around in vain for the girl. No trace of her is left. Suddenly, the woman feels a burning in her head. Something stirs there. What are you doing in my body?! No, this can't be happening. Hotaru looks down at her body only to find that it isn't her body.
Somehow her soul entered Rin's body, along with the girl's. She lets the hysterical child come up. Her dominion over the body diminishes, leaving the teenager in control. As she pulls back her zanpakto disappears.
Name: Amaya Rin
Age: 17
Rin has always been tall for a girl and now, at the end of her growing, she stands five feet nine inches. Her dark brown hair hangs to her jaw where it is tucked behind her ears. Freckles are spattered across her nose and high cheekbones. Another trait, due to her mother's European lineage, is her emerald eyes.
Daughter of General Amaya Takeshi, Rin grew up knowing how to use a blade. But nothing could prepare her for her body's new inhabitant. The tenant in question is Hotaru Kisumi, a mid-ranking shinigami.
Without the means to remove her soul from her body, Rin and Hotaru must force the shinigami change onto their human body. This is extremely hard on the physical matter and usually results in burns covering various parts of skin. While in shinigami form, the physical traits of the two souls meld to form and new outward appearance.
Two zanpakto hang on the back of the shinigami. One is short, a wakizashi, and has a brightly colored hilt. This is Tazumei, a flamboyant and clearly gay man, who reflects Hotaru's boisterous attitude. The other belongs to Rin. Little is known about the sword, since the girl has yet to discover its name.
Hotaru Kisumi is of average height and is made of more compact stuff than her partner. Her bone straight, black hair reaches to her shoulder blades and she usually keeps it in a messy knot. Her eyes are as black as her hair but hold a humor that reminds one of sunny days.
If the two were capable of leaving their shared body they could separate, but only for a short period of time. This would allow them to use their very different powers to their full. If they were to do this, they would be connected by a silvery-blue line.
dim-mardor · Wed Aug 02, 2006 @ 04:20am · 0 Comments |
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The girl walks down the street, the pleats in her uniform skirt moving around her legs. It is too short or she is too tall. For this reason she was sent home to with a note pinned to her shirt telling her grandparents to buy a new skirt. Rin sighs, she does not like her new school. The people there are old and stuffy and the kids are snotty. Sadness floods her as she thinks of how much more than her parents she lost.
Roaring fills her ears as she turns the corner. She stops in her tracks, face to face with a demonic, white mask. Oh my God, it wasn't a dream. Tripping over her own feet, Rin bolts knocking down bystanders in her fear. The monster follows. For two miles she runs, blindly choosing streets in an attempt to lose her pursurer. Dashing into an alley, she finds herself facing a wall. Dead end, oh no, dead end, dead end, dead end. The thought chases itself through her mind like a broken record.
Eyes wide, she turns and faces the grining teeth. Fear encompasses her, and she is rooted to the spot like a deer in the glare of headlights. A thought tugs at her, trying to get her to remember something. With an iron will she rips her mind away from the fear and focuses on the memory. It is only a flash. A dark shadow leaning over her, a red ribbon flowing from its body.
Ribbons surround her, and somehow she knows that if she pulls the right one the person will come again. Most of the undulating cords are white but a few are red. She turns her attention to these. They are each slightly different. She quickly compares them to the one in her mind's eye. One of them is a match.
Rin pulls on it with all her might. There is a white flash in the sky and an ear-rending noise. I hole appears there and the shinigami falls through. It does not take the woman long to assess the situation, and Rin watches in awe as she fights and dispells the monster.
Hotaru turns to the girl, who is once again cowering. She had been called, but by who? Surely not this scrap of a human. Something in this thought feels right, and the soul reaper looks the girl over. Her spiritual energy doesn't seem to be more than average. But it is obvious that she can see her. "Girl, did you call me here? And if so, how?"
Rin stands and braces herself against the wall. Her legs wobble as she answers. "Yes, well at least I think I did. I remembered your ribbon from when I saw you before. So when I saw the other ribbons I figured you must be on the other end on one."
Ribbons? Could the girl be talking about soul sheaves? How could that be possible, only beings with high spiritual energy could see them. Perhaps...no, that couldn't be it. Could it?
"What was that thing?"
Hotaru is startled out of her musings by the girl's question. "A hollow, and I'm a soul reaper. Sit down and I will explain."
dim-mardor · Tue Aug 01, 2006 @ 09:53pm · 0 Comments |
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The girl sits in the white room on the white bed. She does not see, only feels the emptiness that surrounds her. It is like a physical entity pulling tighter and tighter to her body until she can no longer breathe. Slowly she sinks into the abyss.
Rin struggles to wake, pulling helplessly at the blanket that has encircled her neck. Black spots dance across her eyes as her brain strains for oxygen. Finally, with the last reserves in her tiny body, she manages to untie the knot that had somehow gotten into her blanket. Life flows through her body like water over the desert, leaving bliss in its wake. For awhile she sits, holding her bruised neck.
I was too scared. I could have gone to be with them. I'm sorry mom and dad, I don't want to die. Not yet. Tears course down her face as memories of that awful day return. She had woken to the police pounding on the door. What they had told her had been a nightmare. Both her parents had been killed in a car crash.
She had gone to live with her grandparents, a couple she hardly ever saw as they lived on a different island, shortly after the funeral. In shocked daze she had wandered through her new life, unable to fill the hole where her parents had resided. Only the ghosts kept her alive. Their plaintive cries seemed worse than her own. Their pain made her see the worth of her life. She didn't know why she could see them, she only knew that she had been able to since her parents' death.
A shiver passes down her spine as a shadow flits across her room. The pale face looms in the corner. Her breaths become short and shallow as her heartbeat quickens to a break-neck speed. How had she not noticed it before? It was hiding, some inner voice replies.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice me. Tsk tsk, so much spiritual energy and you don't even know how to use it. Oh well, it will soon be mine. You really should have let the blanket kill you, this shall be much worse." Its body elongates as it flows towards her bed at a frightening speed. Rin cannot move, fear paralyzes her entire body.
Another shadow darts into the room, this one smaller and human-shaped. It pulls a blade from the folds of its black attire and slices through the creature before it can even turn its head. The blade is replaced and the second shadow stands there. Rin curls up under the bedspread in case this monster is worse than the last.
Hotaru strides towards the bed and pulls the blanket back from the little girl. The child's eyes grow even larger in her face, accentuating the gaunt look about her. Even in the moonlight the shinigami can tell that those eyes are a vibrant green. She pulls out a small device and clicks it on. It erases the trauma that was tonight from the kid's brain. "Sleep tight," she murmers, to the now sleeping child, before jumping out the window.
Light pours through the window onto the face of the child. Sleep still holds her in its bosom and her chest rises in rhythmic swells. Her eyelids flutter and her brow creases. Twitching uncontrollably, tiny sparks leap about on the red weal, the only remnance of last night's troubles. When her body stops its movement, all traces of the wound are gone.
Rin is awake. Her green eyes dart around the room, searching for half forgotten memories burned onto her retinas. Her hand reaches towards her neck, afraid of what she might find there. Her fingers race across smooth skin. Sighing, she gets out of bed, writing the night's memories off as a dream.
dim-mardor · Tue Aug 01, 2006 @ 06:47pm · 0 Comments |
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