Kashiro

ALIGNMENT - NEUTRAL EVIL

SUMMARY THING I PUT ABOVE THE REST OF THE CODING :

" PIECES ARE MISSING, AND THE PIECES THAT REMAIN LIE IN A POOL OF BLOOD. ONCE A MERCENARY AND ASSASSIN WELL IN WORK. YET, SUCH A SWEET WIFE AND MOTHER SHE'D MAKE, VOICE AND BODY ALIKE SO ANIMATED AND REAL, THOUGHTFUL AND TAUNTING AND MAYBE SOMETIMES SEXY. MILD LIKE THE FINEST CHOCOLATE - SWEET BUT YET NOT SO: THAT IS THE LADY.  AND THEN, THE WITCH, WELL, SHE IS CRUEL AND SO UNKNOWN. SO HIDDEN AND SO PROTECTED, HER AGENDA AND HISTORY ALIKE NEVER PASSING HER LIPS. THE WITCH IS NOT INHERENTLY BAD, BUT RATHER RECLUSIVE - MYSTERIES LIKE CENTURIES OLD, COEXISTING WITH NATURE AND KNOWING TALES AND REMEDIES ALIKE OF IT. THERE IS A MYSTIQUE THAT ANY MAN MIGHT COVET, BUT HOW MANY WONDER? HOW MANY WONDER WHY SHE IS PARTIAL TO DARKNESS, AND FINDS COMFORT IN NOT THE GODS, BUT THE DEMONS? WHY DOES SHE KNOW THEIR NAMES? DID THEY NURTURE HER? IS SHE A SCHOLAR, OR SOMETHING MUCH MORE SINISTER? <B>WHO ELSE IS LIVING IN YOUR SOUL, WOMAN? "


<span>ANIMATED</span> LADY,<p>

How sweet your words come from your lips - never from monotone or trend. No, there is always a rise and fall of your voice, lapping at our hearts like a gentle wave that caresses. A body for a canvas, she moves - no, she <b>dances,</b> to portray who she is and how she feels, prancing or twisting about rather than walk a straight line through life. Never can she be held still or distance - like a spirit of the forest sent to liven it, she will move through the thickets of her home with such vigor even when her body goes to waste and her spirit remains to linger.



<span>UNDAUNTED</span> LADY,<p>

Bold and brazen, strong and brave are you. Fire bites at your paws as you stand, chest forward, eyes strong and unwavering. Death is a certain thing but never preordained, and you fear it not. How inspiring she can be to those who work for the same goal, her words certain despite the likely chance of falling. <br>
Outside of war, she is not so readily touched by fear or concern of another, bold enough to close distance until inches away from a stranger why might easily attack or attempt to take her, but the lady is strong enough to react to whatever might come. Fear surely exists in every soul, but it is admirable of those who won't let it get in the way of themselves - straight and true and determined. The same can be said for her words, as they are shameless, often classless, but they satisfy their speaker nonetheless. <br>
She is not proud - simply content and confident in her skin.



<span>POWERFUL</span> LADY,<p>
What is it that makes you so strong? Those eyes can stare a hole into the face of the earth when every ounce of attention is gathered, and those words can incite so many emotions from those who would hear you sing or swear. What is it that can inspire others to your plight, or to better themselves? <br>
It's not the concept of physical strength - no, not necessarily - but rather her certainty to succeed that makes her such a impenetrable force. And it is through this that she is so well honed physically as well, and to take fang against her is to test the entirety of your mettle, as she will surely fight until she no longer can.



<span>WANDERER</span> LADY,<p>
A wanderer you are; a wanderer of the heart. Your love lies for no one, as it rests on an old shelf collecting dust. Commitment, investment, certainty - these things are not for a nomad such as her, or at least they are virgin thoughts in her mind. Unknown things. While she will play - and oh, are her games intriguing - she has never taken up a partner to follow her through the sands of time. Perhaps he stands out there for this protagonist, lost, waiting to meet the princess who rescues the prince, or more precise, the dragon who courts the knight. <br>
But until then, she wanders aimlessly, some might say, in everything that she does. Without personal structure, she is free to dance through the nights like a tricky spirit who eludes eyes. Nothing is known so deeply about her history -  as she will not tell - but it can be assumed through her mellowed tune and humble being that family is no longer a factor in her actions.<b> "What brought me here is useless to dwell on,"</b> she smiles and says; <b>"I'm here. let's work on that."</b> and that is enough of the conversation. <b>Perhaps she's a duchess from a far place,</b> some might say, <b>or a queen forced to live among the commoners.</b> But whatever the case, she is here, mild and humbled due to the things she has seen and done. <br>
There is no reservoir for her. She must carve a niche of her own.



<span>TAINTED</span> WITCH,<P> ( Disregard this one, Mumble! I completely redid her profile recently so I haven't finished putting in all the personality fields. <3 )



<span>UNKNOWN</span> WITCH,<P>
I daresay that your smiles are meant to be toxic, those quiet and mysterious words like the rattle of a serpent. Warning to avoid you, but to brave the danger is like a high; intoxicating. Someday it will kill us, but not today.<br>
With a history shrouded in unknown, and intentions held in a safe deep within, she is not so easily deciphered. As according to either training as an assassin or something deeper rooted than that, she can almost entirely cut off her own personal intentions - that dark agenda - from how she might behave, which will certainly make a sweet woman come off as the most sinister thing that breathes. Surely something that is always hiding its intentions is evil. <br>
But nevertheless, this is intoxicating. She speaks so smoothly of implied things, mild and seemingly - <b>seemingly</b> - never riled up. It's as though she's lived for centuries - an old soul - and yet she continues to live in her greatest prime as a luscious beauty, and no matter how serious one intends to ask these such questions, her answers will always be skewered and playful and never telling. <b>"Apply this to your partner at night,"</b> she says, <b>"and they'll dream only of you, they say."</b> but who is "they," and why is she familiar with so many strange concoctions? Surely she is no medic. We can merely say that it is her travels which allows her to learn the most eccentric things, but how can we be so sure?<br>
How this serpent eludes us so.
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<span>LETHAL</span> WITCH,<P>
Once you were bathed in blood, and your skin still itches for the taste of it all. A mercenary-hired assassin, you traveled many a ways depending on the deals struck with you - you, the <b>Angel of Death,</b> wolves becoming your clients after signing their souls over to you to taint them with the sin of your own murder, for surely they were the ones whose wrath allowed this to happen. As for you, the sin does not fall on you, for you have no bias - no quarrel - with these you slay or poison. Rather, you are detached from the concept of remorse. <br>
Even her lover, a gorgeous Spaniard man with a liquid tongue, met his end by the rough mercenary: <b>"it turns out that the king of this place learned that my sweet Spaniard was behind the civil uprising,"</b> she sighs, <b>"and the king managed to hit my asking price."</b> and so, without a second thought, the Spaniard's life was gone. Other than the pay, she had no reason to wish him dead - simply the opposite, actually!
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<span>BLACK MAGIC</span> WITCH,<P>
Darkness grasps the lengths of your mind, giving structure beyond what we can see. Fragments of what happened are told and interpreted however we can. It is a story that flies about - a tale told without any characters being defined. Here is how it is told: a child born in the high frost of winter, a stable high class torn apart by a hex; a curse written by blood and words against the Gods of Reliquis. A slaughter, and a child left remaining, its boldness favored - no, its soul promised, in the place for a father's survival. So it came to pass, and the youth dragged off into the snow, never to be searched for - it was done and gone; <b>"It belongs to Satan, now"</b> with nary an ounce of remorse for the trade-off. Never was she seen again, or never could she be recognized - for how would you know the child's face when it belongs now to a woman? and who would she be? Would she have been set free, or would she be partnered still with the ones who took her, having been fond of her like a prize, only to become like spirits who warped her fate for her own good. Did they act less like captors and more like gentle forefathers?<br>
This is a story the witch keeps in her mind quite fondly - she speaks of it like a tale her mother told her, with a kind ease, or a story that helps define her personality. Or, perhaps, the correlation between she and this lost little thing is a little more literal than we know. <br>
The black witch, she is called, or many variations, due to the fact that she has her paws tipped so slightly in the knowledge of darkness. Surely this is all folklore but she knows it nonetheless - spells and words and chants, sayings and stories and names of dark creatures and species to be careful of that might be lingering in the dark. <p>
And yet, she speaks of them with such glee, such lack of fear, almost as though she speaks of family.