Name: Niji Han
Age: 9
Birthday: unknown
Species:
Cheshire] cat demon
Gender: female
Eye color: grey
Hair color: fades from blue, to green, to purple at various points...
Skin tone: pale
Height: 3' 11"
Weight: 55 lbs
Body build: frail, yet she packs an amazing punch
Talents:
- pick pocketing; she’s had a knack for this ever since she was little
- Shadow Dancer; can blend into the shadows & sometimes uses this without realizing it.
- Fast-footed; she’s light on her feet and loves to race others
- Blade Dancer; she’s exceptional with knives and can throw them better than just about any one
Flaws/Disabilities:
- Childish; she hasn’t ever really grown up, and very rarely acts her age unless she’s annoyed/pissed
- Hyperactive; she’s got a lot of energy and little in means to get rid of it.
- She’s half deaf and blind on her left side and still struggles to cope with the recent injury.
- Aggressive towards strangers; she has a habit of pulling a knife on anyone she doesn’t know. Especially if they smell like dogs to her.
Powers:
- shape shifting; she can change into a human, a multi-colored cat, something that resembles a rainbow tiger, and a black house cat
- shadow manipulation, she’s able to blend into the shadows and shape them into things
- wind manipulation; mostly, she uses this to direct her knives, but she also uses it to silence her footsteps and give her speed.
Likes:
- Seafood/sushi; especially eel and lobster
- Rainbows; they remind her of her uniqueness.
- Her friends; she has very few of them and holds them dear
- Riddles; they just seem so interesting to her.
Dislikes:
- Canines; she’s really just afraid of most dogs, even werewolves make her shy. But she doesn’t seem to be too afraid of inus...
- Doctors; she’s had more than one bad experience with them...
- Being called a kitty/kitten/cat or anything else of the sort
- loud noises; to her they just seem dangerous, and she often freezes up when she hears them.
Personality:
- Immature; she’s very childish most of the time and asks many questions
- Confused; she doesn’t seem to understand many things, much like a toddler
- Spaztic; her reactions to things are never what one expects.
- Untrusting; if she doesn’t know you she won’t speak to you.
Bio:
She doesn’t remember much; at least, nothing before the labs.... she remembers the strange men in all white who would poke her with needles... the pain..... The tears and blood..... it’s all blurred together now....she doesn’t know how long she was there, but she knows that when the strange men let her out she, and her two brothers, were brought to a room filled with toys. She must have been about seven, her brothers nine and eleven, because everything seemed so big to her... even the toys were huge.... but oh, that room wasn’t meant for them. No. in the room stood another boy; about fourteen maybe; his cold blue eyes staring at them, his wide grin wickedly taunting them. He had said that they were his now, and that they would go by the names he gave them. Her eldest brother was called Shiro, the other Kuro; both names based off the color of their hair; and then finally, she was to be Niji, called such for her strange hair that was blue, green and purple in color.
They lived with him for a while, maybe a year or so. Things were better than the labs, he didn’t poke them with needles or make them cry, but he still treated them inferior to himself. It wasn’t a rare thing for him to smack Niji’s brothers, but he never hit Niji, even when she did things that were wrong... but that all changed rather quickly... he was becoming more aggressive towards the trio, yelling at them and hitting harder; a few times he even knocked Kuro unconscious. One particular evening, when he was in a very foul mood, Niji accidentally knocked over one of the vases in the hall, it wasn’t the first time she’d done such a thing, and she apologized for it as always, but he didn’t calm down like normal. In fact, he only got angrier, and, raising his fist, struck her down hard, leaving a large bloody welt on the left half of her face. After this, he simply froze in place, staring at what he’d done in almost shock.... like he was sorry for it... but Niji no longer cared, instead she ran from him, going to her brothers, who, without another word, charged after the boy who’d taken care of them, beating him senseless before they returned, picked her up in their arms, and slipped out the window, heading into the jungle next to the place they’d recently started calling “home”.
They wandered in that jungle for what seemed like months, Niji’s wound slowly healing itself as time passed. And, soon enough, the wound was nothing more than a large scab that ran from her left temple down her cheek. It must’ve been around that time that they first noticed they were being followed, but her brothers never said a word to her about it; instead they took turns keeping guard at night; letting her sleep it out. This went on for about four days before they were greeted by a young boy who wore shredded clothes and had a long scar running down his neck to his collarbone. The boy introduced himself as “Bander” and asked to stay with them. Naturally, the trio was cautious, but, after healing Niji’s wound, he broke through their barriers and grew to be something of another brother to them.
It must’ve been another year before they found their way out of the jungle. As they stood with their backs against the jungle; they shyly gazed at the small village that lived near it, terrified that they’d be treated as they’d been before. Their fears were disproven when an elder woman came up and greeted them, leading them to her home where she cooked for them and cared for them. Life seemed good here; almost normal... if not for the many fighting classes they took. At first it was just tai-kwan-do, but soon they were taught how to use knives and other things a well. They discovered their talents with the shadows, as well as their ability to hear the spirits of those long forgotten. The old woman, Grandmama as they were told to call her, taught them how to heal, how to cook, even how to sew.
But all good things must come to an end, and one day while they were out training in the forest, the boy; now a man; found the village and, after trashing it in his search for the nekos, burnt it to the ground along with all those who lived there. Upon their discovery of their burnt home, the four swore to finish their training and someday kill that boy.... leaving to never return.
Making their way to the city, Niji found herself separated from her brothers. Asking for help, she somehow landed in a building full of other kids, all of whom looked so sad. She couldn’t stay there... using her knowledge on stelth, she slipped away from the sad place to try and find her brothers... only to run into a group of boys and a large black box with a blinking red light. She froze, terrified as she looked up at them. A man in a fold-up-chair started yelling in a funny language she didn’t know, only for a boy dressed in white to snap at him. He approached her, smiling and speaking softly; though she didn't understand him. When he finally spoke in her language, she asked if he knew her brothers. This somehow gave him the wrong idea and she ended up getting adopted. Not that she minded, Kin, as she came to call him, grew to be her best friend and has promised to help her one day find her other brothers.
Family:
She has two brothers, Shiro and Kuro; as well as her “honorary brother”, Bander. And her addoptive brother, Sang-min Han {AKA Kin}
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