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(please note- i will not cyber, not at all. I may enjoy slave rps, like alot, but I don't care for the cyber.)

Name: Kohaku Hibiki

Age: 16-25

Race: Neko

Type: Unbroken-Rebellious

Physical Appearance: His skin is pale, often described as sickly. Though he appears on death’s door, he is anything but fragile- his upper body displaying a well toned core, and biceps. Though it is not enough to give him any real kind of distinction, such as a six pack, or biceps. He is extremely slim, and thus can generally fit into almost any kind clothes of the smallest size. He is slightly short, standing straight at 5ft. 6 in. His hair is fairly long, usually kept up by a ribbon. This combined with his slim figure makes him often mistaken for a young woman. His hair color is naturally grey-ish silver, but is much darker from grime, appearing black. From atop his head are his two neko ears, the same color as his hair.On his tail bone is a long tail that is supposed to be soft and fluffy, but is often seen greasy with the hair like wire. His eyes are unnaturally dark, appearing backwards, with the whites of his eyes being a dark grey, and the pupils red. His nails are long, normally at a full 1 ½ in. in length. They are the only parts that look nice, and perfectly clean; the rest of him is usually grimy, and marked by the filth of the streets.

Clothing appearance: Kohaku doesn’t actually wear normal types of clothing, though at a distance they may appear so. Everything he wears, from his shirt and pants, to even the shoes and underwear on his body, are all just rags he has put together to look like and fit like clothing. The main downside to this is that they will often fall apart from any amount of stress on the fabric, and they are beyond disgusting in smell and appearance. He usually has a much longer cloth holding his hair up in a pony tail, making him appear much less feminine. The only clothing he has that stands out is the choker around his neck, solid black with spikes, and an odd charm dangling from a loop. The charm is pure silver, and appears to be a dagger stabbing through the crescent moon. He is never seen without it.

Personality: very angry and resistant toward any master, showing no intention of obeying any order given to him. since he has been in the slave trade for his entire life beatings will have little effect on him. However he does have a few quirks, and if you exploit them you will see that under this shell he is loving and truly can be a cooperative pet.

Weaknesses:

He is most appearently vulnerable to the idea of others in harm, allowing himself to give in to be sure whoever else is unharmed.

He is also, oddly enough, weak against any kind of humiliation, especially in public. One specific is being forced to be a girl, or sissy. This is the easiest way to make him submit.

History(if you want to learn in the rp, DONT READ)

Birth: Kohaku’s father was a catholic priest, and has been recommended to become one of the Pope’s main advisors, a rare honor, especially for a neko. His mother was much less into the aspects of religion, she cared more for the finer things in life, spending all her time looking gorgeous, and using her looks to her advantage in any and every way. When Kohaku was born, both parents were expecting a beautiful, pure child, their hopes were thrashed once they saw the child’s….odd features. The child was born with blackened eyes, and to the father that was a sign that the devil resided inside of him (whether this is true or not is unknown). His mother was disgusted by this, wanting a baby who was cute- to her it was hideous, and needed to be removed, and replaced. Not wanting their neighbors, who were all either men of faith, or women with too much money and power for their own good, to know about this event they both decided to get rid of the baby. The father, unwilling to murder his son, no matter how evil he appeared decided to turn to the slave trade, calling it an “alternative to adoption.” Donating the child to the trade, they were happy to know that the problem was taken care of…or so they thought.

Childhood: Once he was at the age of three Kohaku was immediately put into training. A woman by the name of Janice used the most harsh tactics to work him into the mental state they needed, broken and submissive. Though after 2 full years she found her antics were pointless- each beating he endured only caused him to become feral, not submissive. So she decided that this was better handled by someone more suitable. Thus she tossed straight into the trade. The trade keepers placed a collar around his neck, bearing an emblem that was supposed to symbolize peace, and tranquility. The trade knew how masters treated their slaves, so they gave each one a collar as a sort of good luck charm, if they can keep them that is. Within a week he was bought, by a siren named Mariposa. She immediately began training him to her standards, but used a more….unique way of doing so. She used the power of her song to subdue him, and hypnotize him into being her perfect slave. She named him herself, since his parents never wanted to. His name, Kohaku Hibiki to her was fitting, the crimson echo, blood with the faint despair. His body did as she wished, but his eyes watched with horror. After a year she quit that antic, knowing that after so long, it would come naturally to him. And it did…for 10 long years it did. He did whatever she wanted, even though it made his mind fall into chaos. Each day, she had him murder for her own pleasure, and for his dismay, and each night she forced him into the oddest forms of torture, though the pain was usually on his mind instead of his body.

Recent Years: Using slow acting mental torture Mariposa turned kohaku into her little toy, making him do whatever he wanted, even though in his eyes she could see how he hated, despised, and loathed it all. She did everything from making him murder entire towns to making him do her bidding that was best kept behind locked doors, and wrecked minds. When he was 15 she believed he was all hers, completely unable to fight against her. What she never expected was that he had learned a thing or two from the torture she enjoyed most, magic. She was skilled in three kinds, earth, shadow, physical manipulation, and voice. He hadn’t learned how to use the power of the voice, but he had learned how to use her others, warping his body into odd, more powerful forms. In a single night she watched what she had let slip by, into the tiny part of his mind that was watching, and learning, waiting….for her to be weak. When he left that night his chains were gone, and all that was left of her was the shreds of flesh that no one would recognize as a person, and what was once her home, now a giant pile of rubble caved in atop itself. Kohaku took only the collar around his neck, since it was the only thing he took with him when he entered…it seemed fitting that he keep it…it kept him safe so far. For the next few years Kohaku lived on the streets, as a sort of street cat. He scavenged what he could, and survived by trusting no one. Every person he saw looked alike, and they all looked like the people from the trade. He was approached on occasion, and allowing fear to control him he attacked, on more then one time murdering the person, even though they were often just curious children, or friendly strangers. The ones he didn’t kill would rarely leave unscathed, and they often told rumors of the feral neko with disturbing powers of magic. The rumors eventually came back to Kohaku’s parents, filling them with terror. The idea of their son running amok was too much to bear; what if people made the connection between the child and them? Fear driving them, they called the slave trade to pick him up. Kohaku was captured within a week, but when he was tossed back to the cells of the trade he heard them over hear that his parents, Seria, and Franz, had called them in to catch him. As he sat in his cell he couldn’t help the feeling of despair, and hate dwell in him. His parents, who he thought were dead…really sold him out? Now he was back here, going to be sold to another master, and his parents got to live the life of luxury. His mind was filled with hate toward the parents he never knew, but regret flooded over it, for he knew he would never have the chance to show them exactly what they made.