Post by Kitty on Apr 6, 2012 1:20:19 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Misarashi, Katanai
Nickname: Kat, Katanyan
Age: 23
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:
(This picture would be more of a childhood picture for her, perhaps around the age of 11 or 12. Due to the passing of time, Katanai's hair has grown much longer and her face has become more matured.)
Height: 5'3''
Clothing preference:
Katanai's choice of clothing centers around what is easiest to move in. Skirts with shorts underneath give her a wider range of leg motion. Tank tops and camisoles allow her arms to move freely and optimal flexibility. Depending on weather, her sleeve length varies. Usually, her skirts are pleated and go down to the middle of her thighs. The shortness of the skirt allows her fullest motion of her legs; she feels the skirts are more "decent" than simply wearing the booty shorts that she wears underneath. Depending on the weather, her sleeve length varies. She usually wears a black pair of shoes that strongly resembles a ballet slipper; she finds them easier to be quiet in.
Special markings: Cat-like ears/tail
Weapon: Two katanas, occasionally wielded as duel blades.
Misarashi Katana: A family heirloom passed down from generation to generation, this is Katanai's primary weapon. The Misarashi katana spent a good deal of its lifetime in a display case. Before being put to use, Katanai had to sharpen the blade quite a deal. The etched golden hilt is covered by leather that often needs replacing due to the extent it is used. The weight of this gently curved blade is one of the things Katanai has grown accustomed to.
Kotori: Given to her by the teacher who trained her, this blade is exceedingly lightweight--especially when compared to Misarashi katana. Suitably named, Kotori ("little bird") is meant to be small and swift, making it easier for Katanai to duel wield it along with her Misarashi katana if she so chooses.
Ability: Shatter; It drains her energy quite a bit, but when concentrating hard enough, she possesses the ability to break the bones of her opponent.
Specialty in combat: Swordsmanship; Katanai's battle technique is primarily tactical and defensive. She is graceful and moves quickly, allowing her to both dodge and attack with great agility. She has trained to be able to wield her blades with dexterity and precision, but she prefers her katanas do not taste blood. If necessary, however, she will take offensive measures in battle.
Role in organization: Assassin and Spy
Relations
Mother: Misarashi [Arita] Mai (deceased): housewife
Father: Misarashi Danno (deceased): businessman/scholar
Siblings/Other: Aurora (alive): feline companion
History
Short background:
When their daughter was about to be born, Misarashi Danno and his wife, Mai, were awaiting their perfect little girl. They were horrified when they saw what they had received instead. At first, Danno thought it was some sort of sick, horrible joke. That thing could not be his heir to everything the Misarashi clan stood for. This couldn't be happening. But it happened. Katanai came into the world.
Due to a long-forgotten recessive mutation most likely caused from medical experimentation Mai underwent before, and during the early stages of, her pregnancy, Katanai had a tail and ears resembling a cat--from birth and since forward. Her parents locked inside the mansion for the first few years of her life. They were embarrassed. After about five years of her life had passed, Mai's maternal instinct finally began to kick in, and she felt more sorry for the child than for herself. She began taking her daughter out with her when she took walks and attended banquets with her husband. It was then that Katanai and Mai learned who the real monsters were.
Scoffing. Whispering. Pointing as she walked by.
Katanai would hide behind her mother at first, but, soon, she came to loathe them back. She would return their scoff with a threatening glare. Her mother would tell her father about these things. He would become furious, being that she was the wealthy daughter of a scholarly businessman such as he. Danno decided to spend time teaching her etiquette.
Wandering down into the basement, the young girl had seen the clan blade, Misarashi katana, and actually paid attention to it in detail. This elegant, finely crafted blade had been passed down in the family for generations. She stared in awe, tracing the detail she possibly could by running her finger along the glass encasement. Her father caught her one day and told her to stop-- it was improper.
Despite their rough start, Katanai's parents began to love her as any other parent would their daughter. Katanai grew quite close to her mother in particular. It seemed sometimes that her father never truly accepted her. Regardless, she learned to smile. Whenever things would get hard for her to bear, she would go for a walk. The desert where she lived had a rough terrain, but it built her physical fitness.
Coming home from a walk one day, something in the air didn't seem right to the now 13-year-old Katanai. She raced home. She looked into the house; no one was to be seen. She walked down to the basement--the place where she would often come to admire the clan blade. Her eyes widened.
Pools of rich crimson blood stained the floor where her parents laid dead. The markings on their chest signified a weapon of some sort-- a dagger or knife, perhaps. She also saw someone else in her yard. Her hands shook as she reached out to them, gently closing their eyes for them; she couldn't bear to feel the terror and shock her mother's eyes held.
Katanai did not take their death lightly, though no one seemed to care. Considering she had no close relatives or family friends willing to take her in, she was left to raise herself, deemed capable of doing so due to the hefty inheritance her parents left behind. Her tears went unnoticed, so she soon learned to stop crying. Instead of wasting her energies on mourning and sorrow, she felt that she had to find a way to keep herself occupied. She wanted to forget.
Physical training became her outlet. After building her body to be strong and flexible, she went out to purchase a sword. The man who sold it to her offered to teach her how to wield it to it's full potential. She asked him for his name, to which he simply replied, "To you, I am sensei." Although she never learned what this man's name was, she did learn plenty of other things. Her capabilities with the sword were incredible for someone who had just started. Her sensei told her that the talent she held must be contained somewhere deep within her genes. Through this training, Katanai discovered her ability to use a technique she refers to in her mind as "shatter." She showed her family blade to Sensei, and he taught her how to wield two blades at once.
For years, the man trained her. Finally, after sculpting her into quite a warrior, he said that she was ready. She did not know how it happened or why, but she somehow ended up in a subbasement of an organization she heard being called "Sasayaita Namida." After this day, she lived in a house of strangers, worked as an assassin, and never saw the man called Sensei again.
Personality:
Due to her harsh past, it takes a while for Katanai to warm up to people. She typically comes across as distant, yet vaguely pleasant to someone unfamiliar with her . Regardless, her face is typically soft, albeit blank, and her eyes full of words she will never say aloud. She is the kind of person who seems to be alone in a crowded room; she fits the description of a "wallflower" to the tee. Her love of reading and knowledge keeps her wit sharp and gives her a sharp, sarcastic sense of humor.
Raised in a place where, at first, even her parents were not fond of her led to a deep-rooted sense of self-loathing. Katanai tends to not see anything worth-while inside her. However, she does take great pride in her strength. That is the one thing she feels is in her control. She worked hard for it, and her efforts were generously paid off. Strength, stealth, and combat skills are the traits she uses to give herself inner peace. She likes cats, but looking like one is something that puts her out of sorts with humans.
One way in which her ears are similar to those of a cat: they are incredibly sensitive. This comes in handy when she needs to eavesdrop on an enemy, or when listening to a potential threat in the distance. However, when it comes to living in a house with dozens of noisy people romping about and causing a ruckus, her ears seem to be more of a curse than a gift. That is the main reason she often seems to get headaches or seem short-tempered with the others in the house.
Deep down, there is a warmth inside of her that she often makes an effort to hide. Her heart is golden. Often, she drops change in the hats of beggars on the streets. When she does develop an acquaintanceship (or even the occasional friendship), she tends to be quite considerate of the other in subtle ways. However, she tries to hold the warmth of her heart with a cold exterior shell.
Thanks to this shell, it is hard to think sometimes that she could contain such a good person within her. She seems blank and uncaring, stoic and merciless. On the battlefield, she is quick with her swords and fatal when need be. The fact that her persona is so deadly is what gives her the ability to be alone in quiet solitude, thus maintaining her preferred lifestyle.
Likes:
- Swordplay
- Cats
- Reading
- Tea
- Sweet things
- Quiet/Solitude
- Natural Beauty
Dislikes:
- Loud noises
- Loud people
- Feeling powerless
- Mud
- Overly bitter flavors
- Unnecessarily over-embellished dresses
- Makeup
Strengths:
- Stealth/quiet movement
- Swordsmanship
- Acute hearing
- Flexibility
Weaknesses:
- Sweets
- Cats
- Hand-to-Hand combat
- Overly sensitive to noise
- Long-range combat
And Everything Else
Additional info:
- Katanai is the last living member of her clan on her father's side.
RP Sample:
It was around four in the afternoon. Katanai had just finished training, and was sitting atop one of the training field's boulders. Running her fingers listlessly through her hair and wiping a bit of sweat off her forehead, she looked up at the sky. Not one cloud. It was unusual for it to be so hot around this area. Leaning back, she placed her palms on top of the smooth stone.
Currently, the only feeling she had was a strong sense of contentment. Her face portrayed neither happiness or sadness, but just held a softness that showed that she was feeling that one feeling she could not describe as anything other than content. It was a feeling she got often upon just finishing training. Aside from the aching in her muscles that signified time well spent.
Aurora was currently laying down at the base of the rock on which her master sat. The black cat was asleep. She looked peaceful, and even though it was a peculiarly hot day, the feline did not seem to care. Katanai allowed herself a glance down at the animal. She wondered what it would be like to have black fur in this heat. Wouldn't the poor cat be too hot with all the radiation from the sun being attracted to the dark hue of her coat? Then again, Aurora was probably used to it. After all--she had grown up in the desert as well.
It was a remarkable thing--how humans and animals alike could adapt to their environment. Adaptations could also be conscious changes that only happen due to a great input on the person's part, such as the skills of an assassin. Such a lifestyle took time to get used to. If one did not train, they could never make it. It was a blood-thirsty pattern of life.
Physical development was not the only type of adaptation she was familiar with. Her skin was a pale white, as if it was unaware that she was raised in the desert, and it took a lot to get her over-heated. That kind of adapting took place when she was young. Her childish body got used to being under the daily change from extreme heat to extreme cool. Being raised in a desert also made things such as snow and rain seem like rare mysteries.
These were the kinds of simple, yet complex things Katanai would ponder upon sitting idly for a few minutes. She couldn't help it. There wasn't any one else around but her cat--who was currently asleep. Her mind wandered to the point where she had pretty much tuned out everything around her. Her mind was distracted, but it was a comfortable distraction. She was still fully content. If anything was wrong, she was slightly lonely. That was why thinking deeply was good. It gave her something to do to distract from the fact that her one and only companion had fallen asleep on her.