Basic Information
Name • Hayashi [Forest] Otome [Maiden]
Nicknames • N/A
God | Goddess Name • Enma
Gender • Female
Rank • Denounced Crown Princess of Earth
Age • Seventeen
Birthday • January 1st
Planet or Origin • Elysium, Earth
Views of the Treaty • Otome believes the treaty is restricting to their purpose, though her world never wished to progress further in the field than they had. The reasoning for not liking the treaty is because it makes the easiest move possible take ten times as long, but choosing not to cause a fuss she remains quiet.
Family • [Mother] Cainfell Ouhi, [Father] Hayashi Ousama, [Step Father] Cainfell Kaji, [Uncle] Neikan Joutei, [Younger Sister] Cainfell Yousei and [Baby Brother] Cainfell Jin.
Important People • [Best Friend] ?? ?? (Please PM me for this role), this person is her best friend since the age of fourteen, but when Otome rebelled against the treaty there became a strain upon their relationship and confusion of what the other was doing.
• Appearance •
Deep whirling pools of undesired chaos reflect the world around her as the gentle hues of calm blue seem to gently bring a sharpness to her eyes, around the iris of the eye is a gentle ring of an ebony blue framing the beauty of the captured world inside her mind. Compared to most people Otome has a standard of eye style which is called deep set eyes, because of this she has been known to have, on a off day, black bags under the eye but this is only because of the eye structure. Upon the eye lids there is a gentle framing of black lashes, each lash has a natural flare to them but each fanning outwards with the smallest closer to her nose. It has been known for Otome to wear make-up to manipulate the power of her eyes, using dark tones to make her eye seem more entrancing and make it is seem as if she is looking through you compared to the lighter tones to make her gaze looks soft and caring. Arching over this set of interesting eyes is a refined and well kept structure of gentle platinum blonde hair, each hair making a pair of eyebrows. It is known that her left eyebrow is slightly higher than her right, and it is this which has been known to give her that cute ‘me up to something’ type of look.
Center in her facial features a small nose rests in a gentle tear drop fashion of style, bringing an almost watery element to her appearance as it rests above her lips. Her lips are a pair of gentle petals reflecting most the time with the moistness of breath, the colour almost a similar shade to a deep apricot. Her lips are always held in a gentle sad smile, even when no expression is upon her face, only curling at the corners when the true emotion of happiness and laughter comes to her soul. With all this not much else is seen, but it has been stated by her mother a few times that she had a hidden kiss within her lips, a kiss for only one person. Very much like her grandmother and mother before, the young woman has a flawless complexion, the gentle under tones to a blush always slightly in sight unless in saddened occasions. The skin hue on the other hand is a pale peachy hue, unlike when she was younger, maybe only growing a few shades darker when she has been out and about within the sun. Otome has a long neck, the neck joining at the back of her jaw making a more defined upside down L shape. Over the years Otome’s neck has become defined in its structure, mapping out clear sections of her throat.
But this masterpiece is framed by the gentle silken strands of platinum blonde hue, each strand as long and thick as the next, and the ends gently brushing at her waist line with a gentle swing. Otome though shall not just allow it to hang long; keeping herself up to the day to day fashions of the world she styles it. As years went on the physical being of Otome’s body changed, always morphing into the wonderful woman she had become today; she stands notably at a height of five foot eight, her legs long and shapely to match the stunning height she stopped at not long ago. Her shapely form does not do her weight justice of a nice and round scale of 145lb, each ounce of muscle just bring a more shapely structure to the princess’s body. Her upper body like most women’s has a pair of gentle fleshy mounds known as her chest, the pair giving her an average chest size, a nice size that it does not really effect the young woman too with problems. Otome likes to keep in shape, being the princess she is, to keep herself upon the game. Radiating from her upper torso is a decant pair of womanly hips, this structure completely the hour glass formula of her body.
Long legs hold her firmly upon the ground she stands out, her calves and thighs built like trunks but shapes like the heavenly body of Venus. It is not known if she gets this from her mother or her father’s side, but it is known that she does not care too much when men comment upon, as they say; ‘her fine womanly gifts.’ Draped from her shoulders are the instruments that she uses the most, her arms. Each arm can take a fair amount of weight, gaining strength over time, and each arm has total control of its movement. Her hands are like a princess’s; unharmed and soft, each finger and muscle moved with the slightest movement. Her nails are well kept, gently painted with an earthly colour, but trimmed enough so not to interfere with her ‘work‘.
• Personality •
The personality of the young Princess of Earth is fiery and warm, passionate and self-expressive with an urge to act - NOW! This is not a patient sign; everything is done on impulse, and with great urgency. This related especially into the later years, with the treaty hanging of her head and the unfair treatment the young woman is taking it within her own hands, instead of allowing the diplomats dealing with it. Otome is a courageous leader, someone who is averse to taking risks, and will often feel that 'I know best '. As she quickly grasps of the essentials of any situation, she is very quick to figure out what she should do; but Aries rarely hangs around due to the name tag hanging over her head; "Wicked Senshi". Elysian was the first senshi of the sol senshi to stand up for what she believed, and now holds the motto of ‘I maybe wicked, but what you are doing is worse!’ for those who go against her.
Active and outgoing, she is all set to make its mark on the sol system in hope to bring change - but this can lead to a view for many, people may start to see her as a selfish, an egotistical princess who does not deserve that praise the earth people give her. Strangely enough for such an active senshi, one of her main failings is that of procrastination. Although Otome is extremely impatient and intolerant of delay, she is prone to put off what must be done if the matter to be put underway is simply not to do with what she is working towards. Similarly, Otome may resort to lies rather than undergo the inconvenience, or boredom, of being forced into doing something Otome would rather not do and that may distract her from her goal. Otome can also be very blunt, often causing offence, or employ bullying tactics in a selfish desire to have her own way.
Frustration is a common sign around the young princess when she doesn‘t see things working out the way she planned, she would start getting dirtier in her tricks. She always seems to be at war with herself, and she has the cuts and bruises to prove it (from her back fired ‘I‘ll take it upon myself’ type missions.). She’ll have to learn art of co-operation though if this is ever to work out, even if this slows her down, it will be less damaging to her emotional and physical health in the long run. Unknown to most she has more than her fair share of vigorous health aliments, always impatient to meet the next challenge, Otome cannot spare the time to be ill. She has remarkably quick powers of recovery; and since Otome is rather head strong, typical ailments of this fiery senshi are raging headaches and fevers which seems to 'burn off' in no time.
Headstrong Otome maybe but it seems to appear that she lives off adrenalin, this makes her tireless fighter when her energy is properly channelled; but when this lacks direction, her stamina tends to suffer, but when it is in the right direction people ought to watch out. She is prone to irritability or a wicked temper, resentments add to stress and this tends to affect the blood circulation to her brain and eyes and it has been said that she has lost it once or twice because of this factor. Otome needs to accept she is not invulnerable and that relaxation is important, as well as the need for someone to stand behind her. Bracing that helping hand or allowing politics to take its course might save her in the long run, but it is unlike to happen.
As the Senshi of Earth, Otome cannot help putting nature first, although she is very affectionate and generous towards her loved ones. She has warm and enthusiastic nature and can be very demonstrative, making it sometimes a little uncomfortable. Gregarious, sociable and extrovert, Otome is great person to have around though if you get past her mind set, she is that dedicated to her people and her world that it can seem rather charming. Sometimes, however the princess’s face becomes creased with frowns when she is crossed in love, even possibly dismissing it once or twice. This usually occurs when she has been let down in love, which is something she will take very seriously. Despite her exterior, Otome is very soft-hearted and vulnerable.
She will often fall in love at first sight and instantly put her partner on a pedestal. This is when the trouble starts. Unless the couple are able to talk through differences, she will be disappointed on discovering that her partner may not be who she thought there were. The idea of being faithful to one person forever appeals to the Arian's strong sense of romance; but if things begin to turn sour, he or she may prefer to stray elsewhere in search of more excitement, attention and love. Heedless to say, Otome has a wonderful attitude to love and is not content with half measures. She is a true optimists, refusing to accept defeat and frequently rush in without thinking when she believe she has found true love. She is sentimental and impulsive, sometimes to the extent of being foolhardy, but don’t get me wrong…if she likes you don’t expect her to come up to you and tell you this.
• History •
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“Witch!”
“Murderer!”
“Kill her!”
Each breath came hard and rigid, the sound growing each second, each breath becoming more and more panicked. The flames of punishment licking at her skin as she tried to protect her precious cargo within her, her feet carried her swiftly towards the opening of Elysian…a safe hold for those who were being prosecuted. Those evergreen eyes seemed to reflect with the sign of endangerment, a mother fawn standing within the headlights of an on coming care. The waves of ebony hue fluttered behind her, the banner of the betrayer enough to cause blood to boil within their very own veins. The gently sounds of a hushed cry emitted from between her lips as she tumbled, a pair of arms wrapped around the ailing body as one of the fleeing guards scooped her up. Their royal linage was in trouble because of the terrors of this treaty had put upon them, thirty three years it took him to rally the others against them. Why had it taken so long, why was he doing this to them? Those eyes of worry looked back over the shoulder of her saviour, how swiftly he moved with the others as they crossed the river Styx into the area known as the safe ground. The Mundanes would not dare cross it, they feared that river.
As she felt the solid ground under her as he placed her down, her eyes gazed back to see the people who once cherished the royal family with so much joy and love now wolves looking for a meal. Her parents would remain safe within their palace, their race not in question. But her’s how ever was her loyalty to the people that she would later rule over if her partners ever choose to step down from the throne or died. However now the rules had changed, a new pawn sat within the throne of the king and his grasp upon the majority of the people was firm. He had twisted their minds with this thought of murder, how he managed to create a witch hunt against those who stood out. Her heart seemed to fail as she bowed her head, tears leaked from her eyes as she thought back to the one she had left behind. Her dear husband captured and tortured into a confession that was not true, how her uncle tried him with such unfairness with a gathering of his peers that probably was biased to the fact.
“Do you not see what you are doing to this world; you chase your princess to the depth of the earth and murder the innocents. How do you think my child will feel to learn that by your judgement her father was falsely tried and sentenced to death?” The young princess cried out, her eyes welled with unshed tears. How her heart seemed to be bound within her chest with such an unnerving sensation that to any who could sense it would have been heart broken. Her words would fall upon deaf ears, how they would yell curses and ill words against her and her unborn child. Without another word she descended into the depths of what the Mundanes called the Underworld; the world which would be called the Safe Haven from the Elves and Nymphs. This would be her home, the home of her child, and from here she would focus upon making things better for those who were being prosecuted not just for their skin, their appearance but their race and skills.
It would be by Princess Ouhi’s teaches that her child would become one of the greatest hopes for the people below, it would be by her teachings that her daughter would become one of the most hated senshi within the Sol System. A woman whose own uncle would become infatuated with her, a woman who would hold a strong hold against those who wish to prosecute the innocent. It was from her very own loins that two months after the escape from the surface world that the young Princess gave birth to the young child, how she seemed to scream with pain and find herself unable to cope with the thought of raising her alone. How she seemed to shake with tears as each contraction came, her minds eyes tracing her late husband’s wonderful image of his facial structure. If only he was there to see the young face of his child, if only he could teach her things that she never could.
A kindest tone called to the young princess to be through the darkness of this void that she had remain within, a song lingering from the unseen being was so sweet and kind as it lulled her from her secret home. Why did it call to her, why now after so long of being along? A bright light that shone from a far, how bright to shone upon the unborn babe, that golden hue made her eyes close tight as she was pulled from where she wanted to remain. Unknown to the young child’s heart there was a wish would be ignored, a wish to be loved and cherished outside this place she called him. As she was taken from this place she find new things hitting her all at once, her lingering light brought out and placed into the physical form of someone so young. The lights she had once seen had now taken a form, ebony tresses falling down upon her flesh… She never had seen such a thing before, the feeling of touch overloading her senses as unused vocal cords call out with a sound she had never heard before. The young child scaring herself, her first breath felt like it was racking her lungs raw. Was that from her; was it so enjoyable for them hear her make these sounds that it made them happy? Her ears capture words; the sound of Hayashi Otome become imprinted into her mind. A name, they given her a name, for so long she had just been a light within the Cauldron, a shining star seed surrounded by so many…This was her chance at life?
Her skin crawled as a finger gently moved to touch her hand, her fingers so small and tiny gripped it with fear. Her eyes slowly opened the muttering of how blue they were came from somewhere else within the room, from someone who she couldn’t see. Why was her vision so limited now, why could she not see what she need and wanted to see. Her eyes soon focus upon someone leaning over head; short hair seemed to frame him face as he leans closer to her. Who was the male, why did she look at her with such kind eyes as he picks her up? He was so tall like a tree, but he is so warm and soft. Her tiny form snuggled closer to his, the sound of a beating heart echoed within what she believed to be what people call chests. His voice was so kind and caring as he whispered her name over and over, how she felt her cheeks flush with a new and unknown feeling.
But as time past her eyes slowly become heavy as her body was rocked back and forth, the movement lulling her into tiredness. What is this feeling, a moment of fear that this brief moment of life was to be taken away from her, she wanted to keep focused and look around. What have these things done to her, all the time she could remain awake but now this body she was in was forcing her to sleep. So tired, she don’t want to go to sleep, her groggy voice tried to make words of protest as she felt a hand rubbing her back a little bit. Laughter echoes around her as the other conversed, her eyes closed but her ears remained open. But soon her body would shut down into what she would later learn as being sleep, and would later find out it was what she needed.
Years would soon past as the young girl aged gracefully day by day, how the trademark hue of golden hair from her father’s blood line would frame her features with a gentle curl until her fourth birthday. News of her title being denounced by the man that her mother never spoke about, but she could tell by her mother’s reaction at such a young age this man was someone that was not nice. Of course at the time she would not know the terrors he had put against them, and it would be until the news of the mass killings of the Nymphs and Elves would come upon her seventh birthday that Otome would understand. The information given was enough to cause the young woman to start to wonder what sort of place was above them, she had never seen the sky or the sun, this world was so artificially reacted that certain elements were always missing. Her brow started to become creased with confusion, why would no one answer her question about this man who had caused her mother distress!
Finally that day came; she sat within the gentle sheets of her bed, her heart gently pounded within her chest. The image of her mother sitting within the chair beside her as she closed one of Otome’s favourite story books, eyes slowly locked towards as the seven year old found herself asking a question she thought she would never ask before. She asked her mother why they were down there, she asked her mother about the man that was causing them so much trouble. Her mother finally spoke out, her tone so sorrowed and pained. “Before you were born there was a treaty signed by your grandparents, within this treaty there were certain terms that they had to abide by for peace; There was a high repayment in money to the other planets out the solar system, the nymphs and the elves had to agree to take all the blame upon Earth for Earth’s participation in the war and my uncle, your great uncle was to be put on the throne. When he got on there he went power mad, he started to believe the Nymphs and the Elves were children from Satan and started a witch hunt. Your father and I tried standing up to him but it was too late to change his mind, he sentenced your father to death through a civil trail and I had to run or he would have killed you.” The princess trailed off as she looked to the side.
Otome could see the sadness in her face, how the young woman seemed to hold herself and try and hid it from the other. If all her mother said was true then why did they not revolt, why did they not fight against the treaty and her uncle? These questions would remain unsaid for many years to come but one thing came form her lips, one thing which startled the young woman enough to try and protect her daughter from such harm. “When I get my senshi powers then mama, I am going to fight against the treaty and uncle to bring happiness to the people of earth…everyone!” Her voice seemed so happy with herself she seemed so unaware of the promise she was stating.
Not much else is known about Otome’s childhood, though it is common knowledge that she was in fact born as senshi of Earth. Shortly after Otome’s ninth birthday it was discovered that her younger sister would be born, and Otome would later find out she was to be raised by not only her mother but by another man who would she would find out to be called Cainfell Kaji, and from this second marriage Otome would find herself often pushed to the curb in favour of her younger sister (who was not so forward or rebellious to the nature of a rebellion), Yousei.
As the two would age, Otome would find herself to what many could say obsessed with the idea of bring peace to Earth. Though Otome would continue to care for her sister and her family enough not to do anything, the idea would slowly drive her over that edge into what many would call the Wicked Witch Days of her life.
The young woman would find her gift of henshin when she was around twelve, and it was from this that things slowly gaining to a quicker pace. To be honest she did not expect to find it so soon, finding herself wondering through the caverns of Elysian she became lost as she mauled over the worlds that her younger sister had yelled at her. How did she know what she wanted, how did she know what she was like. Her brown line frowned with anger as she played the words over and over within her mind, her hands stuffed into her makeshift pockets as she situated herself into a sitting position beside another cavern’s entrance. Her head bowed low as she seemed find herself lost within the world she had surrounded herself within, her heart seemed to become shattered when she heard screams from down the cavern she was situated at.
Her heart jumped within her chest, her eyes shot down the cavern as she shot from her seated position. Feet would carry her swiftly towards the scene, her face displaying sheer confusion when she came across that of an Elf being attacked by a Mundane. Her mind started to work quickly; her heart sunk more as she started to wonder how they got past the river. But all that no longer mattered when warmth came over her body; the young woman moved forwards as she felt warmth over take her. No one really knows what happened by the Mundane escaped, and the elf was saved. Otome however found herself clad within a uniform that she would not know was her senshi form until later when her mother would tell her. Otome would become the protector for Elysian, and she would fight for their rights.
Finally Otome would be offered the change do to what she wanted: an invitation from her uncle to talk about everything that was gone wrong and a chance of peace. However he wants to use her powers against the Elves and the Nymphs, using her to get into Elysian. However Otome flees, finally her mind becomes made up and she resolves to fight the Treaty, Her Uncles and his crimes with all the power she possesses; she refuses to accept that she can't change things, not without at least trying. Out of fear that his niece would turn the people again him he informs all of the Mundanes that she is a criminal, a wicked witch who wanted to deal away with him and hand them over to the Elves and Nymphs who would kill them. This finally starting the biggest witch hunt there was, a hunt for the denounced princess and to bring her back to her Uncle. But there is something else deep under the reasoning of this wicked man, a sickening twisted fascination. Though her power is seducing, he found her beauty enough to make him consider breaking the taboo rules and lust after her but later puts this down to her being a trick sent by Satan to lure him into hell.
Otome later went back to her family to seek help in combating her uncle’s policies, only to discover that her mother would have another child. A young boy who would be named Jin, and finally Otome realized something, she hadn‘t been gone for mere months but a year or two. It is clear that there is resentment over Otome’s willingness to rescue strangers from this treaty and their uncle from Yousei, and this makes Otome consider maybe it was time she left her family for good. Unfortunately, leaving her home was to become much harder than she considered because the woman she cared for the most was the woman who saved her from the terror of the world she saw, to leave her mother would break her heart. Now it is just time before Otome leaves, but for now she remained under ground waiting for her chance to fly.
• Likes •
[Food] is one of those necessary items you need to live, though it is said you can live without it if you have water. In this case this young woman enjoys her food, but only certain types. The young woman is someone who does enjoy her chocolate, especially the white, so if you add that with a toffee, fudge or caramel you’ll find your way to her heart. The young woman also does enjoy a snack of crackers and cheese, the stronger the brand the better the taste she days. [Drink] though is something that is generally needed, but despite its need there are some nice tasting drinks out there. The young woman has found herself partial to the fruit tasting drinks and smoothie type drinks. Though with all that aside, the unexpected now comes into play when Otome’s favourite [Colour] is asked, many would have expected the answer to be green but they would be wrong. She finds herself attracted to the pearl colours. [Activities] though keep you young and strong, and what better why to understand the core of the princess than to know her favourite activities. The young Duchess finds herself someone who does not entirely enjoy outdoor sports, someone who likes to pamper herself but just laying outside, but outside the more physical activities the young princess enjoys reading and researching the past.
• Dislikes •
[Food] can come with pros and cons; though she has some hearty likes but with those were comes some dislikes. Ever since she was a young girl she has found herself under the intense dislike of sea food, though many may state that it was good for she could never bring herself to eat the creatures. Another one of her dislikes is liquorices; the black candy has a sickly taste that she does not like. [Drink] is something which can be brought into a simple word, she dislikes alcohol, give her a glass and she could tell you in point blank of a second if its alcohol, she has that of a dislike for it that she knows the smell of it. The [Colours] pink and yellow would make the young princess cringe, the idea of having them within her room or even having them in her closet does not seem that much of an enjoyable thought. Out of all the [Activities] that she has tried, Otome does not like art, when she was younger she thought she was one of the best drawers of her family…until her sister told her that her picture of a girl looked like a pig. Heart broken she has now come to hate Art, with hunting as a close second.
• Other •
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Senshi Information
Deep whirling pools of undesired chaos reflect the world around her as the gentle hues of calm blue seem to gently bring a sharpness to her eyes, around the iris of the eye is a gentle ring of an ebony blue framing the beauty of the captured world inside her mind. Compared to most people Otome has a standard of eye style which is called deep set eyes, because of this she has been known to have, on a off day, black bags under the eye but this is only because of the eye structure. Upon the eye lids there is a gentle framing of black lashes, each lash has a natural flare to them but each fanning outwards with the smallest closer to her nose. It has been known for Otome to wear make-up to manipulate the power of her eyes, using dark tones to make her eye seem more entrancing and make it is seem as if she is looking through you compared to the lighter tones to make her gaze looks soft and caring. Arching over this set of interesting eyes is a refined and well kept structure of gentle platinum blonde hair, each hair making a pair of eyebrows. It is known that her left eyebrow is slightly higher than her right, and it is this which has been known to give her that cute ‘me up to something’ type of look.
Center in her facial features a small nose rests in a gentle tear drop fashion of style, bringing an almost watery element to her appearance as it rests above her lips. Her lips are a pair of gentle petals reflecting most the time with the moistness of breath, the colour almost a similar shade to a deep apricot. Her lips are always held in a gentle sad smile, even when no expression is upon her face, only curling at the corners when the true emotion of happiness and laughter comes to her soul. With all this not much else is seen, but it has been stated by her mother a few times that she had a hidden kiss within her lips, a kiss for only one person. Very much like her grandmother and mother before, the young woman has a flawless complexion, the gentle under tones to a blush always slightly in sight unless in saddened occasions. The skin hue on the other hand is a pale peachy hue, unlike when she was younger, maybe only growing a few shades darker when she has been out and about within the sun. Otome has a long neck, the neck joining at the back of her jaw making a more defined upside down L shape. Over the years Otome’s neck has become defined in its structure, mapping out clear sections of her throat.
But this masterpiece is framed by the gentle silken strands of platinum blonde hue, each strand as long and thick as the next, and the ends gently brushing at her waist line with a gentle swing. Otome though shall not just allow it to hang long; keeping herself up to the day to day fashions of the world she styles it. As years went on the physical being of Otome’s body changed, always morphing into the wonderful woman she had become today; she stands notably at a height of five foot eight, her legs long and shapely to match the stunning height she stopped at not long ago. Her shapely form does not do her weight justice of a nice and round scale of 145lb, each ounce of muscle just bring a more shapely structure to the princess’s body. Her upper body like most women’s has a pair of gentle fleshy mounds known as her chest, the pair giving her an average chest size, a nice size that it does not really effect the young woman too with problems. Otome likes to keep in shape, being the princess she is, to keep herself upon the game. Radiating from her upper torso is a decant pair of womanly hips, this structure completely the hour glass formula of her body.
Long legs hold her firmly upon the ground she stands out, her calves and thighs built like trunks but shapes like the heavenly body of Venus. It is not known if she gets this from her mother or her father’s side, but it is known that she does not care too much when men comment upon, as they say; ‘her fine womanly gifts.’ Draped from her shoulders are the instruments that she uses the most, her arms. Each arm can take a fair amount of weight, gaining strength over time, and each arm has total control of its movement. Her hands are like a princess’s; unharmed and soft, each finger and muscle moved with the slightest movement. Her nails are well kept, gently painted with an earthly colour, but trimmed enough so not to interfere with her ‘work‘.
• Personality •
The personality of the young Princess of Earth is fiery and warm, passionate and self-expressive with an urge to act - NOW! This is not a patient sign; everything is done on impulse, and with great urgency. This related especially into the later years, with the treaty hanging of her head and the unfair treatment the young woman is taking it within her own hands, instead of allowing the diplomats dealing with it. Otome is a courageous leader, someone who is averse to taking risks, and will often feel that 'I know best '. As she quickly grasps of the essentials of any situation, she is very quick to figure out what she should do; but Aries rarely hangs around due to the name tag hanging over her head; "Wicked Senshi". Elysian was the first senshi of the sol senshi to stand up for what she believed, and now holds the motto of ‘I maybe wicked, but what you are doing is worse!’ for those who go against her.
Active and outgoing, she is all set to make its mark on the sol system in hope to bring change - but this can lead to a view for many, people may start to see her as a selfish, an egotistical princess who does not deserve that praise the earth people give her. Strangely enough for such an active senshi, one of her main failings is that of procrastination. Although Otome is extremely impatient and intolerant of delay, she is prone to put off what must be done if the matter to be put underway is simply not to do with what she is working towards. Similarly, Otome may resort to lies rather than undergo the inconvenience, or boredom, of being forced into doing something Otome would rather not do and that may distract her from her goal. Otome can also be very blunt, often causing offence, or employ bullying tactics in a selfish desire to have her own way.
Frustration is a common sign around the young princess when she doesn‘t see things working out the way she planned, she would start getting dirtier in her tricks. She always seems to be at war with herself, and she has the cuts and bruises to prove it (from her back fired ‘I‘ll take it upon myself’ type missions.). She’ll have to learn art of co-operation though if this is ever to work out, even if this slows her down, it will be less damaging to her emotional and physical health in the long run. Unknown to most she has more than her fair share of vigorous health aliments, always impatient to meet the next challenge, Otome cannot spare the time to be ill. She has remarkably quick powers of recovery; and since Otome is rather head strong, typical ailments of this fiery senshi are raging headaches and fevers which seems to 'burn off' in no time.
Headstrong Otome maybe but it seems to appear that she lives off adrenalin, this makes her tireless fighter when her energy is properly channelled; but when this lacks direction, her stamina tends to suffer, but when it is in the right direction people ought to watch out. She is prone to irritability or a wicked temper, resentments add to stress and this tends to affect the blood circulation to her brain and eyes and it has been said that she has lost it once or twice because of this factor. Otome needs to accept she is not invulnerable and that relaxation is important, as well as the need for someone to stand behind her. Bracing that helping hand or allowing politics to take its course might save her in the long run, but it is unlike to happen.
As the Senshi of Earth, Otome cannot help putting nature first, although she is very affectionate and generous towards her loved ones. She has warm and enthusiastic nature and can be very demonstrative, making it sometimes a little uncomfortable. Gregarious, sociable and extrovert, Otome is great person to have around though if you get past her mind set, she is that dedicated to her people and her world that it can seem rather charming. Sometimes, however the princess’s face becomes creased with frowns when she is crossed in love, even possibly dismissing it once or twice. This usually occurs when she has been let down in love, which is something she will take very seriously. Despite her exterior, Otome is very soft-hearted and vulnerable.
She will often fall in love at first sight and instantly put her partner on a pedestal. This is when the trouble starts. Unless the couple are able to talk through differences, she will be disappointed on discovering that her partner may not be who she thought there were. The idea of being faithful to one person forever appeals to the Arian's strong sense of romance; but if things begin to turn sour, he or she may prefer to stray elsewhere in search of more excitement, attention and love. Heedless to say, Otome has a wonderful attitude to love and is not content with half measures. She is a true optimists, refusing to accept defeat and frequently rush in without thinking when she believe she has found true love. She is sentimental and impulsive, sometimes to the extent of being foolhardy, but don’t get me wrong…if she likes you don’t expect her to come up to you and tell you this.
• History •
Clip Note History
The Races of Earth consist of Mundanes, Elves (Alfheim, Erlking, Ljosalfar and Dokkalfar) and Nymphs (Ieie, Dryads, Naiads and Oceanids)
Elysian is a cavern under the earth’s surface created by Otome’s great-great-great grandfather, the Knight of Earth during the War of the Inner Planets.
Current ruler of Otome’s Uncle, a repulsive and cruel man who wishes to wipe out the Elves and the Nymphs (because he believes they were sent from Satan).
Otome was denounced as the crown heir to the throne after her uncle came to the throne, and her uncle claimed for her to be wicked; “A witch who is blackening the name of planet earth and helping the vile creatures who put the horrid restrictions upon their planet.”
Otome is part Elf (Ljosalfar) and part Human, her father is a Ljosalfar Elf and her mother is Human.
Otome’s father was killed after he stood up to her uncle, he was declared a traitor and via civil council was sentenced to be put to death.
Otome’s mother ran with her child before Otome was born, escaping with the Elves and the Nymphs to Elysian.
Otome grew up strong and became the Leader of the two hidden races, and was later nicknamed Aelpha.
Otome finally came out of hiding and started to fight against her Uncle’s rule.
Her Uncle became infatuated with his young niece, later blaming Satan using her as a temptation to hell.
The Nymphs and Elves have to take all fault for the wars.
The planet earth has to pay a heavy retribution to the other planets.
The Mundanes hunt the Elves and Nymphs.
Otome left when her uncle gave her a chance to create ‘peace’ but really wanted to use her.
She fled her uncle and soon made it back out.
Otome’s mother had remarried and had two more children.
Otome’s sister dislikes her.
Otome is now planning on a way to leave without having her heart torn out by leaving her mother.
Full History
“Witch!”
“Murderer!”
“Kill her!”
Each breath came hard and rigid, the sound growing each second, each breath becoming more and more panicked. The flames of punishment licking at her skin as she tried to protect her precious cargo within her, her feet carried her swiftly towards the opening of Elysian…a safe hold for those who were being prosecuted. Those evergreen eyes seemed to reflect with the sign of endangerment, a mother fawn standing within the headlights of an on coming care. The waves of ebony hue fluttered behind her, the banner of the betrayer enough to cause blood to boil within their very own veins. The gently sounds of a hushed cry emitted from between her lips as she tumbled, a pair of arms wrapped around the ailing body as one of the fleeing guards scooped her up. Their royal linage was in trouble because of the terrors of this treaty had put upon them, thirty three years it took him to rally the others against them. Why had it taken so long, why was he doing this to them? Those eyes of worry looked back over the shoulder of her saviour, how swiftly he moved with the others as they crossed the river Styx into the area known as the safe ground. The Mundanes would not dare cross it, they feared that river.
As she felt the solid ground under her as he placed her down, her eyes gazed back to see the people who once cherished the royal family with so much joy and love now wolves looking for a meal. Her parents would remain safe within their palace, their race not in question. But her’s how ever was her loyalty to the people that she would later rule over if her partners ever choose to step down from the throne or died. However now the rules had changed, a new pawn sat within the throne of the king and his grasp upon the majority of the people was firm. He had twisted their minds with this thought of murder, how he managed to create a witch hunt against those who stood out. Her heart seemed to fail as she bowed her head, tears leaked from her eyes as she thought back to the one she had left behind. Her dear husband captured and tortured into a confession that was not true, how her uncle tried him with such unfairness with a gathering of his peers that probably was biased to the fact.
“Do you not see what you are doing to this world; you chase your princess to the depth of the earth and murder the innocents. How do you think my child will feel to learn that by your judgement her father was falsely tried and sentenced to death?” The young princess cried out, her eyes welled with unshed tears. How her heart seemed to be bound within her chest with such an unnerving sensation that to any who could sense it would have been heart broken. Her words would fall upon deaf ears, how they would yell curses and ill words against her and her unborn child. Without another word she descended into the depths of what the Mundanes called the Underworld; the world which would be called the Safe Haven from the Elves and Nymphs. This would be her home, the home of her child, and from here she would focus upon making things better for those who were being prosecuted not just for their skin, their appearance but their race and skills.
It would be by Princess Ouhi’s teaches that her child would become one of the greatest hopes for the people below, it would be by her teachings that her daughter would become one of the most hated senshi within the Sol System. A woman whose own uncle would become infatuated with her, a woman who would hold a strong hold against those who wish to prosecute the innocent. It was from her very own loins that two months after the escape from the surface world that the young Princess gave birth to the young child, how she seemed to scream with pain and find herself unable to cope with the thought of raising her alone. How she seemed to shake with tears as each contraction came, her minds eyes tracing her late husband’s wonderful image of his facial structure. If only he was there to see the young face of his child, if only he could teach her things that she never could.
A kindest tone called to the young princess to be through the darkness of this void that she had remain within, a song lingering from the unseen being was so sweet and kind as it lulled her from her secret home. Why did it call to her, why now after so long of being along? A bright light that shone from a far, how bright to shone upon the unborn babe, that golden hue made her eyes close tight as she was pulled from where she wanted to remain. Unknown to the young child’s heart there was a wish would be ignored, a wish to be loved and cherished outside this place she called him. As she was taken from this place she find new things hitting her all at once, her lingering light brought out and placed into the physical form of someone so young. The lights she had once seen had now taken a form, ebony tresses falling down upon her flesh… She never had seen such a thing before, the feeling of touch overloading her senses as unused vocal cords call out with a sound she had never heard before. The young child scaring herself, her first breath felt like it was racking her lungs raw. Was that from her; was it so enjoyable for them hear her make these sounds that it made them happy? Her ears capture words; the sound of Hayashi Otome become imprinted into her mind. A name, they given her a name, for so long she had just been a light within the Cauldron, a shining star seed surrounded by so many…This was her chance at life?
Her skin crawled as a finger gently moved to touch her hand, her fingers so small and tiny gripped it with fear. Her eyes slowly opened the muttering of how blue they were came from somewhere else within the room, from someone who she couldn’t see. Why was her vision so limited now, why could she not see what she need and wanted to see. Her eyes soon focus upon someone leaning over head; short hair seemed to frame him face as he leans closer to her. Who was the male, why did she look at her with such kind eyes as he picks her up? He was so tall like a tree, but he is so warm and soft. Her tiny form snuggled closer to his, the sound of a beating heart echoed within what she believed to be what people call chests. His voice was so kind and caring as he whispered her name over and over, how she felt her cheeks flush with a new and unknown feeling.
But as time past her eyes slowly become heavy as her body was rocked back and forth, the movement lulling her into tiredness. What is this feeling, a moment of fear that this brief moment of life was to be taken away from her, she wanted to keep focused and look around. What have these things done to her, all the time she could remain awake but now this body she was in was forcing her to sleep. So tired, she don’t want to go to sleep, her groggy voice tried to make words of protest as she felt a hand rubbing her back a little bit. Laughter echoes around her as the other conversed, her eyes closed but her ears remained open. But soon her body would shut down into what she would later learn as being sleep, and would later find out it was what she needed.
Years would soon past as the young girl aged gracefully day by day, how the trademark hue of golden hair from her father’s blood line would frame her features with a gentle curl until her fourth birthday. News of her title being denounced by the man that her mother never spoke about, but she could tell by her mother’s reaction at such a young age this man was someone that was not nice. Of course at the time she would not know the terrors he had put against them, and it would be until the news of the mass killings of the Nymphs and Elves would come upon her seventh birthday that Otome would understand. The information given was enough to cause the young woman to start to wonder what sort of place was above them, she had never seen the sky or the sun, this world was so artificially reacted that certain elements were always missing. Her brow started to become creased with confusion, why would no one answer her question about this man who had caused her mother distress!
Finally that day came; she sat within the gentle sheets of her bed, her heart gently pounded within her chest. The image of her mother sitting within the chair beside her as she closed one of Otome’s favourite story books, eyes slowly locked towards as the seven year old found herself asking a question she thought she would never ask before. She asked her mother why they were down there, she asked her mother about the man that was causing them so much trouble. Her mother finally spoke out, her tone so sorrowed and pained. “Before you were born there was a treaty signed by your grandparents, within this treaty there were certain terms that they had to abide by for peace; There was a high repayment in money to the other planets out the solar system, the nymphs and the elves had to agree to take all the blame upon Earth for Earth’s participation in the war and my uncle, your great uncle was to be put on the throne. When he got on there he went power mad, he started to believe the Nymphs and the Elves were children from Satan and started a witch hunt. Your father and I tried standing up to him but it was too late to change his mind, he sentenced your father to death through a civil trail and I had to run or he would have killed you.” The princess trailed off as she looked to the side.
Otome could see the sadness in her face, how the young woman seemed to hold herself and try and hid it from the other. If all her mother said was true then why did they not revolt, why did they not fight against the treaty and her uncle? These questions would remain unsaid for many years to come but one thing came form her lips, one thing which startled the young woman enough to try and protect her daughter from such harm. “When I get my senshi powers then mama, I am going to fight against the treaty and uncle to bring happiness to the people of earth…everyone!” Her voice seemed so happy with herself she seemed so unaware of the promise she was stating.
Not much else is known about Otome’s childhood, though it is common knowledge that she was in fact born as senshi of Earth. Shortly after Otome’s ninth birthday it was discovered that her younger sister would be born, and Otome would later find out she was to be raised by not only her mother but by another man who would she would find out to be called Cainfell Kaji, and from this second marriage Otome would find herself often pushed to the curb in favour of her younger sister (who was not so forward or rebellious to the nature of a rebellion), Yousei.
As the two would age, Otome would find herself to what many could say obsessed with the idea of bring peace to Earth. Though Otome would continue to care for her sister and her family enough not to do anything, the idea would slowly drive her over that edge into what many would call the Wicked Witch Days of her life.
The young woman would find her gift of henshin when she was around twelve, and it was from this that things slowly gaining to a quicker pace. To be honest she did not expect to find it so soon, finding herself wondering through the caverns of Elysian she became lost as she mauled over the worlds that her younger sister had yelled at her. How did she know what she wanted, how did she know what she was like. Her brown line frowned with anger as she played the words over and over within her mind, her hands stuffed into her makeshift pockets as she situated herself into a sitting position beside another cavern’s entrance. Her head bowed low as she seemed find herself lost within the world she had surrounded herself within, her heart seemed to become shattered when she heard screams from down the cavern she was situated at.
Her heart jumped within her chest, her eyes shot down the cavern as she shot from her seated position. Feet would carry her swiftly towards the scene, her face displaying sheer confusion when she came across that of an Elf being attacked by a Mundane. Her mind started to work quickly; her heart sunk more as she started to wonder how they got past the river. But all that no longer mattered when warmth came over her body; the young woman moved forwards as she felt warmth over take her. No one really knows what happened by the Mundane escaped, and the elf was saved. Otome however found herself clad within a uniform that she would not know was her senshi form until later when her mother would tell her. Otome would become the protector for Elysian, and she would fight for their rights.
Finally Otome would be offered the change do to what she wanted: an invitation from her uncle to talk about everything that was gone wrong and a chance of peace. However he wants to use her powers against the Elves and the Nymphs, using her to get into Elysian. However Otome flees, finally her mind becomes made up and she resolves to fight the Treaty, Her Uncles and his crimes with all the power she possesses; she refuses to accept that she can't change things, not without at least trying. Out of fear that his niece would turn the people again him he informs all of the Mundanes that she is a criminal, a wicked witch who wanted to deal away with him and hand them over to the Elves and Nymphs who would kill them. This finally starting the biggest witch hunt there was, a hunt for the denounced princess and to bring her back to her Uncle. But there is something else deep under the reasoning of this wicked man, a sickening twisted fascination. Though her power is seducing, he found her beauty enough to make him consider breaking the taboo rules and lust after her but later puts this down to her being a trick sent by Satan to lure him into hell.
Otome later went back to her family to seek help in combating her uncle’s policies, only to discover that her mother would have another child. A young boy who would be named Jin, and finally Otome realized something, she hadn‘t been gone for mere months but a year or two. It is clear that there is resentment over Otome’s willingness to rescue strangers from this treaty and their uncle from Yousei, and this makes Otome consider maybe it was time she left her family for good. Unfortunately, leaving her home was to become much harder than she considered because the woman she cared for the most was the woman who saved her from the terror of the world she saw, to leave her mother would break her heart. Now it is just time before Otome leaves, but for now she remained under ground waiting for her chance to fly.
• Likes •
[Food] is one of those necessary items you need to live, though it is said you can live without it if you have water. In this case this young woman enjoys her food, but only certain types. The young woman is someone who does enjoy her chocolate, especially the white, so if you add that with a toffee, fudge or caramel you’ll find your way to her heart. The young woman also does enjoy a snack of crackers and cheese, the stronger the brand the better the taste she days. [Drink] though is something that is generally needed, but despite its need there are some nice tasting drinks out there. The young woman has found herself partial to the fruit tasting drinks and smoothie type drinks. Though with all that aside, the unexpected now comes into play when Otome’s favourite [Colour] is asked, many would have expected the answer to be green but they would be wrong. She finds herself attracted to the pearl colours. [Activities] though keep you young and strong, and what better why to understand the core of the princess than to know her favourite activities. The young Duchess finds herself someone who does not entirely enjoy outdoor sports, someone who likes to pamper herself but just laying outside, but outside the more physical activities the young princess enjoys reading and researching the past.
• Dislikes •
[Food] can come with pros and cons; though she has some hearty likes but with those were comes some dislikes. Ever since she was a young girl she has found herself under the intense dislike of sea food, though many may state that it was good for she could never bring herself to eat the creatures. Another one of her dislikes is liquorices; the black candy has a sickly taste that she does not like. [Drink] is something which can be brought into a simple word, she dislikes alcohol, give her a glass and she could tell you in point blank of a second if its alcohol, she has that of a dislike for it that she knows the smell of it. The [Colours] pink and yellow would make the young princess cringe, the idea of having them within her room or even having them in her closet does not seem that much of an enjoyable thought. Out of all the [Activities] that she has tried, Otome does not like art, when she was younger she thought she was one of the best drawers of her family…until her sister told her that her picture of a girl looked like a pig. Heart broken she has now come to hate Art, with hunting as a close second.
• Other •
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Senshi Information
Senshi Name • Sailor Elysian [Earth]
Element • Underworld
Primary Colour • British Racing Green
Second Colour • Hunter Green
Tertiary Colour • Camouflage Green
• Weaponary & Senshi Items •
[Henshin] The Elysian Crystal is the henshin that Elysian uses to call forth her henshin, the many pointed replica of a star. This crystal was made of a combination of a pearl and crystalline substance, each shade combining to show a hint of a pearly green. This henshin is normally found within her pocket in most cases, she never leaves home without it despite the power it welds…despite how much the people look up to it for protection.
• Fuku •
Graced with the beauty of the plants of her world, Elysian is the senshi commonly referred to Persephone from the Greek’s Myths. The daughter of the denounded crown princess, who many named “Mother Earth”, is one of the most stunning senshi who reside upon the earth planet…or so text says. But truth is she was never like this always, an odd skin discolouration when she was younger startled the citizens until one day she stepped out within her senshi garb and took her world by storm. No one was ready for what they saw;
The young Senshi of Elysian was adorned within an attire that complimented her form and complexion; the tanned features seemed to be assented with an earthly glow. Upon her forehead a simple circle with an X in the middle was engraved sharply into her skin, a gently green hue lining the simple shape. Around her neck a simple silken collar of a Hunters Green, it remains without symbol as it shows the simple-ness of the young senshi’s duty and world. Upon her low lobes of her ears are two light green purple studs, it is these studs that stand out (matching her brooch) as they are made of a special pearl from the Earth’s Oceans.
Resting under her form is the main attire; the dress itself was made of a British Racing Green within the simple earth cotton. The dress itself fits around her waist like a glove, the seems under her bust line making a hugging like impressing before billowing out around her waist. Hanging over this dress is what seemed to be an over coat, this over coat is a modification of the Sailor Flap so it is attached at the shoulders. The coat is a Hunt Green, loose fitting with a rather stylish collar. It is unclear if this can be removed, but most tend to think it can’t. With these two pieces of attire brought together, it adds an enchantment to the young woman’s form giving a compliment to that playful nickname many had given her.
Resting upon her legs how ever is the true gem of her attire, without the additional pieces, the boots are unique many can say and it is obvious by how the young woman holds herself they are. Maybe would of believes if such an boot was made in real life there would be no way to hold it up, but yet these boots do not fall down. Rested upon the young woman’s legs are two boots, Hunters Green in hue, which fade the closer to the knee they get. The soles of the shoe is a flat base, making moving around scenes and area a lot easier than waiting around for nothing to happen in a pair of high heels.
Finally the additional pieces of her attire and so simple but yet complicated, resting upon her chest is a many stared jewel that is known as the Elysian Crystal. This Crystal is the henshin compact for the young woman, but also the most powerful crystal of Earth. It is of the same pearl green as her earrings, and it is made of nearly the same material…but is mixed with a crystalline substance. Meanwhile upon her wrist and lower arm is an arm guard, these arm guards are a gentle grey green - simple in patter, simple in colour and simple in wear.
• Powers•
[Defence of Acheron - Benkai no Acheron]
[blockquote]The young woman gently touched her lips as a spark of light seems to travel between them, her gently blonde hue of hair fluttered behind her as she watched the target within her visual range. Her lips parted to deliver those heavy words from her lips; “Benkai no Acheron” as she slowly raised her hand above her, an orb slowly grew nestled in that little crevasse as her other arm slowly started to pull back. Suddenly her palm slapped into the orb, the heat stung her hand as it roared across the surface and towards the target at hand. If this attack hit then she would deliver a good amount of damage to whether it hit; this attack was to a focus like beam of ki, focusing on a certain radius to where ever it hit.[/blockquote]
[Gentle Lull of Lethe - Onbin Nagi no Lethe]
[blockquote]The young woman gently closed her eyes as she rose her right arm up into the air, her fingers slowly caressing their way down. “Onbin,” She whispered as she gently turned, her weight lifted up onto her toe as she could feel herself turn. “Nagi.” Her features drifted into a sleep like expression before she had her hand shot up into the air above her. “No Lethe!” Her voice snapped like the crack of a whip, her arm snapped down sending a curved blade like beam towards the enemy. If the attack hits there are few outcomes that can come from this; if it is a simple youma like enemy this would slice clean through them, if it is a senshi it would deliver some considerable damage, however if it is a normal person there will be no damage at all.[/blockquote]
[Demon Cocytus - Oni Cocytus]
[blockquote]Elysian gently pulls a key from sub space, her eyes trained upon the fine work upon it before her eyes snapped up and towards her enemy. The darkness upon her expression would lead to a misunderstanding of probably her intention as she gently rocks herself back, her right foot moving back to hold her weight. Suddenly without a care her form arched backwards, her head hung as she whispered the words; “Oni Cocytus” The sound of what seems to be heard of horses echo around the area as a large comet like orb from behind her shots over her body. Her body slowly standing back up once it was over. This is one of her most power attacks, this attack can do a great amount of damage up to a certain radius so is not used unless the innocents are out the way.[/blockquote]
[Asphodel Meadow - Asphodel Makiba]
[Blockquote]The gentle sound of the words echo from her lips, her hands gently sprayed out in front of her as a white silk like layer gently rushes over her form creating a barrier around her. If there are others she wishes to protect she can protect the barrier, but this required more ki than if she done it just for herself.[/blockquote]
[Additional Powers - These are to be debated and some are true and some are not]
[blockquote]+ The humans of Earth seem to believe she can do “Magic.”
+ Some say she can change her shape.
+ Some say she can control animals around her.
+ Its proven she can ‘fly’ but how it has yet to be discovered.[/blockquote]
• Henshin •
“Elysian Planetary Power,” the Princess called out as she extended her arms out at a 45 degree angel. “Make-up!” Her right arm slowly moved up towards the left side of her head, her fingers circling her head. Her left arm slowly turned into her abdomen, her right striking out behind her as she slowly started to turn with her left leg bent and right extended. Above her head three urns come into appearance; each a different hue, each from a different rivers of the Underworld and each adding a certain element to the young woman’s fuku.
Waters start to rip from the water above her, crashing against the floor creating a vacuum of water. Her right arm slowly started to move in front of her, the left slowly up and out to make contact with the right. Her legs cross as she pulls her hands in to her center, her wrist rolled towards as she swiftly extended them above her head. The ebony liquid slowly snaked up her body, creating a dress like shape before it shattered revealing the dress of her fuku. Otome’s arms swiftly extend out side ways, silver liquid shoot up engulfing her wrists as her arm guards appear.
Her eyes gently close as she soon falls back, falling into a protective green liquid. As she seems to fall through the vast body of water green spirit like beings wrap around her body, each shattering into green sparks as her sailor collar (coat) is created. Suddenly her eyes shot open, her eyes starting straight ahead as a blade shots through her body, the splatter of blood from her body creating the sailor collar around her thread and the earrings within her ears. She slowly recoiled herself into a ball, her hands rose to cover her ears as she mouthed something before her erupts with a blinding green light. As the henshin comes to an end the liquid upon the floor slowly draws away, the senshi standing firmly with her head bowed.
