Post by Payne Ookami on Feb 4, 2012 1:47:36 GMT -6
idon'tcareaboutclever,idon'tcareaboutfunny
PayneOokami
bonjour, my name is PAYNE. i've got SEVENTEEN
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for SIX and i live in the PACIFIC timezone.
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name , PayneOokami
nicknames , Tail-chan,Pay-Pay
age & date of birth , Three hundred and seventy six
gender , female
sexual orientation , pansexual
race , Demon- Fire, wolf-Lion demoness
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height , 5 ft 6 inches
weight , One Hundred and twenty five pounds
tattoos and piercings , Deep Maroon tribal tattoos dance along this demon's bodice, along her arms, legs and even her face.
distinguishing features , There are many distinguishing features that stick out for this lovely lady. The main ones is yes, she has a cat tail and ears, a silver that not even the moon could compete with. The tail is long, and constantly flicking back and forth, her ears also react with her emotions. The tail and ears also show her emotions, when she is angry the fur sticks up, the ears will go flat against her head. Her eyes are a deep red, some say if a man would look deep enough into the woman’s eyes, they could feel death lurking in the red depths. She also has pointed white talon like fingernails.
physical flaws , Payne may not be human but she has weaknesses, bones still break, bruises still form. Payne’s great ears are extremely sensitive to sound, any loud noises, or screeches will bring her great pain. Her tail, although not life threatening if messed with, she is a bit odd when it comes to it. Her tail would be one of her greatest weak points, even petting it the wrong way can have Payne cringing in well, pain. .
personal style , Payne is dressed for warmer regions, she is naturally warm blooded so she will rarely be seen fully covered. In all honesty she could careless what others think of her fashion style. She is adorned in white and red, armor padding her legs and wrist, covering bandages that hide her tattoos. She wears white clothed shorts, with a long segment of the clothe that goes down to her knees. The shorts are adorned with rubies and gold lacing around the waist of the shorts, and going down the segment of clothe almost appearing to look like an appealing dress. Her torso is mainly bare, showcasing the lovely tattoo that decorates her hip to her stomach. Her shirt is tight fitted a ruby hanging in the middle of the shirt. A thigh long, ragged cloak is thrown around Payne, hiding a necklace that has a gem at the end, being as bright as burning embers.
weapons , do they have a weapon? Hidoi(cruel)Taiyou(sun)The Hidoi Taiyou itself is said to be forged by a lava demon, who fashioned it into a gem to hide it from a cruel feudal lord, the maker is said to of hid it somewhere deep in the ocean, and only the first fire demon who touches it, will be able to use it. The blade when summoned is about four feet long, and black, however it can be “ignited” by the demon producing flames that will burn through even water(however the water can weaken it)
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likes ,
*Fighting A natural fighter, from the day of birth she's been fighting, and she's embraced it, as sick or heartless as it sounds, Payne understands that one of her main desires is the fight, is to fight, draw blood, her heart beat speed up. A thrill seeker one would say.
*The Sea Something about it has always pleased this hanyou, the smell calms her down, clears her mind, while the chill it gives her causes the hair on the back of her neck to rise, and goosebumps to spread like a plague on her arms and legs.
* Soft Traditional Music As stated before this section, Payne’s hearing is well above the normal humans, perhaps even normal demons. So what to please her most with? Well Soft music, often something traditional, perhaps a stringed instrument, or a soft wind instrument.
*Sushi Growing up near large bodies of water, fish is one of her main favorite things to eat. Infact, raw fish can even make her smile. Yes, sushi- her favorite is eel, but anything after that it has to be spicy.
*Solitude Being a hanyou she isn’t exactly accepted everywhere, and even if she was she would surely stay far away from any populated place, even when she is miles away from a village or a major trading district she can complain about hearing it’s annoyances.
* Fire Well this should be obvious.
*Theivary Something she partakes in her free time, on the rare occasions she is in a village, she has a bad case of sticky fingers, often letting herself get caught, just to get into a fight- even though she could steal undetected.
*Sakura Blossoms Call her a traditional woman, but she loves flowers, even though she would never admit it, it’d be embarresing to her. Her favorite of all though happens to be the Sakura blossom, the smell is what attracts her too it.
* Chaos Something she would never state out loud- but something that can be seen in her deep red eyes, often she believes for the world to have light there must be some darkness, some anarchy.
*The Idea Of Peace She would also never state this, but the idea of peace is something that scares her and brings new meaning to the term “Curiosity killed the cat”
dislikes , *Kyouran- Her father, some one who she will hate with a passion, yet it was beat in her to respect him, a fire demon who only wishes for destruction.
* Humans- To her they are loud, obnoxious and just a waste of her time- not even worth killing or fighting.
*Gods- How she sees it, is they are glorified devils, they only work for their selves, no one else..
* Organized Religion
*Loosing The only way she allows herself to loose is by being knocked out, she is very stubborn about herself, and her pride is the main thing that pushes her.
*Crowds Her sensitive senses do not like crowds, they produce stench, loud noise, and claustrophobia.
*Fire Demons She sees them as conspirators to get her precious weapon, so she tries to stay away from fire demons.
* Children Even though she doesn't not like children, she sees them as a liability, and for some reason finding herself saving them, even though she thinks they are useless, she also believes they are the only innocent
* Hero-Types She things they are a cliche that should be destroyed, it's just flat out annoying to her.
* Villian-types The whole taking over the world thing,or destroying all humans is something she thinks creates stereotypes for demons- that she'll have to suffer for.
powers ,
Fukekesu(To Blow Out A Flame) This is one of her more weaker moves, she simply can spit out fire from her mouth, normally she uses it as a distraction, set a forest on fire, create smoke from the flames so she can retreat.
KaienTenkyuu(Flame Sphere) She has an ability where she can summon fire balls, simply use to fight, it can also heat up her talons so she could help it assist her in hand to hand combat. The flames are not like normal flames, and water does not put it out- right away.
Naien(Inner Flame) This move she only uses when she absolutely needs to, and because she isn’t a full fledged fire demoness, after she uses the move her fire abilities are drained for a few days. Her body glows, and a blue flame engulfs her body, where her feet touch it will quickly set ablaze, normal human weapons and even some demon weapons seem to just melt at touching the flames, her skin burns at a touch, so at hand to hand first degree burns will be consistent. However this is extremely dangerous for the half fire demoness, for she does not have complete control over the ability, she risks injury to herself
strengths , *Speed
*Endurance
*Intelligence
* Rather deceptive
*Cunning.
weaknesses , *Water
*Loud Noises
*Her tail
*Her own stubbornness- it's a strength and a weakness, her own stubborness could be the thing that pushes her to the edge of death.
*Her solitude- she’s often alone, she fights alone, so if she would get jumped she would completely rely on herself.
fears , *Falling in love
*Ending up like either of her parent
*Heights.
overall personality , She has been told more then once in her short hanyou life that her pride will be the end of her. She might as well think of herself of the gods she hates, however gods bless the unfortunate soul to tell her that. Despite her pride, she is not foolish, she can sit silent and strong for days, unless the wrong thing is said to her. She's a sharped tongue demoness, and she has little respect for anything, perhaps it is because of how young she is. She looks down on pretty much everything, everything would die, everything would end up as dirt- why should she, even put effort into caring for something that will either betray her or die?
However there is one thing that not even she understands, no matter the race of the child, she can not see a child get hurt or in the way of harm, she will save them not matter what, even if she hasn't said a word to the child. Payne dislikes crowded places the most, too much is going on at once, it hurts her ears. The reason why she likes crowds, however is that there is more of a chance of her getting into a fight, then in the woods, of course there are the rare occasions that demons decide to jump the weak hanyou and oh does she enjoy those occasions. Payne is excited at the thought of dying, but not too fond of dying. She wants to know how it feels, to die as sick as it sounds, she wants to savor her last breathe and remember her last sights, she hopes that she'd die honorably.
Payne likes to wait for the right moment, the right moment to fight, to kill- she doesn't care what it takes, she gets what she wants and can be patient about it. She tries her best to be a fighter, however not a killer. Unlike her hanyou brothern, she has no urge to slaughter villages, in fact she wants to be the exact opposite of what she is, cause by each passing day she feels it devour her, she is her father's daughter.
But Payne isn't all evil, in fact she is incredibly loyal once a person finds a way to look past her cold, rough exterior, her loyalty is so strong that she would sacrifice herself for the person she gives her loyalty too, a person would notice that she has a morbid sense of humor, laughing at villages in flames or any sort of pain.
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hometown , Kyushu, Southern Lands
father , Kyouran, N/A and Demon Lord.
mother , Lena-li ,deceased .
siblings , -.
pets , -
history , Kyouran, a powerful fire demon who haunted the rural region of the Kyushu island for as long as one can remember, he mainly struck demons though and any villages he though should be destroyed. He saw himself as a god, and he was to be respected my all, Lena-Li a daught of a wolf demon and Lion demoness who had fled the wolf demon pack in hopes of racing their daughter in saftey, only sealed their daughters fate. Lena-li had been a performer- a geisha, beautiful as the full moon, and men of all races would come for her hand. Kyouran however wanted the woman for his own, and so he took her- against her will to his home.
Many slaves worked for Kyouran and eventually the beautiful Lena-li had given into her fate and with that given up her freedom. Her life was now to pay attention to her husband, to obey him and perform for him. Lena-Li however could not do one thing for Kyouran, who desperately wanted a son to carry on his chaos- she could not bear him any children. He soon became bored of Lena-Li and on the night he planned on killing her, she told him that she was expecting. Kyouron had been so happy, he unleashed his joy onto any of his slaves who dare approach him- he unleashed his joy by giving them death. When Lena-Li had been giving birth, it had been a girl, Kyouran was so furious he almost killed the child, if Lena-Li hadn't of given her life, the baby girl would have been killed.
Kyouran named the child Payne, she would be a joke to him, and he would tell her every day what she had done. It had been her fault her mother had been killed. Growing up there was only one word Payne could associate with Kyouran, not father, or daddy- Sociopath. She learned to hate him, everything about the fire demon caused her to only wish for his demise. Kyouran was not quiet about his disdain in having a daughter, he would beat her and call her weak. Payne however had long ago learned never to talk back to her father, for punishment would be grim. One day she will never forget, he had insulted her, compared her to her mother, a weakling he would call them. She spat back, and even slapped him, that punishment was the worst. He sold her,as a slave- but not after marking her. Each tattoo, of course this was three hundred years ago, and having such markings meant only three things, one- you had been a slave, two- you had been in jail and finally three- you had been in a gang.
Each tattoo had cause the girl immense pain, so strong that she had passed out. When she awoke she had been locked back, in too much pain to get up or even struggle. Auctioning- everything went by so fast, she was bought as a slave, the man who bought her had been a human, a lord of some kind, she barely remembers him- why should she- he was but human. He was cruel though, and he enjoyed war, and raising taxes he was a cruel man and greedy. One day, for not particular reason, he got a bit too grabby with her, he was human and that'd be an embaressment. That day she felt so much like her father it sickened her.She had set him on fire, and watched him burn to death. That's when she knew, Hanyou had been put here, to be great and silent- never praised. It all felt right, her hands where to break their worthless necks, her voice to steal their words.
Growing up and due to her young age, Payne had been blood thirsty, terrorizing the part of the island she had been on. Demons in this region had grown soft, or maybe they had just about grown extinct, maybe this was the slow regression back to animals, pathetic beasts that were mindless and deadly, stupid though. She worked as a mercanary, sending chaos through out the villages under anyone who would hire her. She didn’t care if it was morally right, or wrong. To her it was just work, to her it was fulfilling her sick fascination of killing.
This was just a ressurection for all of the hanyou, however the feelings that mattered to her, how she felt about everything faded to nothing. She finally realized something, she was becoming her father, a voice in the deepest darkest compounds of her mind would echo “At least you’re not you’r weak mother, the wench couldn’t even keep her sanity.” The words echoed through her mind and she felt her stomach drop. She felt remorse. The first chance she got, she left the island- to head to the mainlands.
She had found herself in the mainlands, only one hundred and fiftey years old, no money and she refused to fight, refused to kill like she did. Even though every waking day she had, she had the lust, the urge to conquer. She was addicted and it felt impossible to stop. She had been pour, so she turned to a profession many had, even though most people thought she was a criminal, she still could successfully steal from the gullible and clueless. She was constantly cloaked, her face covered and her tail close to her body, to hide. She felt powerful, she was tricking all and no one had been catching on. She had never felt so proud as she did.
One day she had been doing a routine theft, normally no issues however she stole from a demon, who instantly picked up her scent. She couldn’t run from the demon, her pride wouldn’t let her. Perhaps it was something genetic she gained from her father. She fought the demon, and almost killed him. That day she knew, one day she would see her name carved in stone where fires raged- hell. She belonged there.
Loneliness was devouring the young demoness from the inside out, so she started to go public with her thefts- something that would worry the entire village and get gossiped about throughout all the forests. She did good because within two months every den of theives wanted her, they all had their own unique ways in approaching her, however only one pique her interests. A den ran by a human named Daiki, this had been the first time she had felt any interest in a human so she joined the den. She worked for the den for a short while- even in that short while Payne had fell in love with her human counterpart, a thief like her. He would tell her of great treasures, and a powerful weapon that was forged by a lava demon, that could only by used by the first fire demon to find it. They had planned on finding it, and becoming the best theives alive. He however never got to find the treasure,a group of demons had devoured him after knocking out Payne- he had been the main thing that kept her from her own worst enemy- herself.
When she awoke all that remained of her love was a pool of blood. She instantly felt enraged, she set the whole forest ablaze, killing everything that dare come to her path. She fled towards her home island, however never going to it’s shores, perhaps it was luck or she had just been at the right place at the right time, but but when walking back away from the shore through the woods, she had fallen into a ditch, curiosity bit at her, the kind of curiosity one could not ignore. The ditch went under ground, and she walked for what felt like days until she came to a statue holding a gem that lit the darkness like a flame. She took it, breaking off the statue’s arm that hand been gripping onto her gem had been hers now.
Pure power came to her, an she felt even more proud. After finding the gem, a paranoid fear kept coming to her head, that other fire demons could sense it. She left civilization when as far as she could from it. She stayed there, to keep to herself and not have the chance to kill anyone, where she stayed she worked out late Almost one hundred years later and there is a presense in the air, the kind that made her thing of her father. Evil- and up to no good. Well, curiosity killed the cat.
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Jun 5, 2011 0:14:19 GMT -6 @sythe said:
She smelled it, she didn’t care if she left everyone who was her pack behind, she’d find them again she promised them. It bothered her the scent, it woke her from her slumber and called to her. But her slumber had not been a peaceful one, it had been one of terror. The scent bothered her, it hadn’t called to her like it should have, it simply made her limbs ache for her to chase it. But she felt as if it was her duty to chase it, it was her fate to find paradise, her fate. She had jumped over a falled log, and she saw it. The city of Astoria, it was said the lights of Astoria could blind heaven itself and be seen from space.
The air was dry, and she could sense she needed to stop for a drink, but the black dog didn’t. It jumped from the log and ran forward towards the city, gaining momentum as she caught to a family entering the city, her head was held low and she almost blended in with the darkness. With her luck it was easy for her to get in. Well that was a good thing, she hoped it was as easy to get out. After about twenty feet from the walls she quickly ran off, her paws not making a sound, as she jumped over a vender trying to sell food the dark she wolf changed into a woman, a petite pale woman, who had been walking quickly.
She smelled old human blood and gun powder. Her eyes widened, had she been caught and put up a fight! She smiled at this, but she would save her maiden, her black eyes shimmered blue as she stopped her black hair covering her eyes as she looked up at the beautiful cathedral in front of her, it told magnificent stories of the nobles in these parts, revering them as gods. A deep growl came from her throat, and it caught the attention of a young boy walking by. She went quiet, as she looked up before running in.
No matter how beautiful it was she would not care for any noble trash. She ran in now in her wolf form she felt so close to the flower maiden, her heart beat quickened. The black wolf was small, and it looked frail, but looks had been deceiving, upon her head she held the symbols of a captured wolf by nobles, they shined a bright blue the same color as her eyes in the dark.
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