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G i v e n N a m e:: Chiyoko, but she used to call herself Akahana
O t h e r N a m e s:: 'Chiyo'
A g e:: This is hard to predict, she's thousands of years old
B i r t h d a y:: Has no clue
O r i g i n:: Has no idea
S p e c i e s:: Nine tailed Fox/Kumiho, but always lies and says she's just a kitsune
H a i r C o l o u r:: changes in color, sometimes it looks black or dark brown, other times you can make out some blue highlights in her hair
E y e C o l o u r:: Amber
H e i g h t:: 5 foot 7
B u i l d:: Quite womanly, a somewhat large bust and shapely thighs and rear end, as well as a flat stomach. Her arms have a small amount of muscle so she generally doesn't look like she can hold her own in a physical fight
S e x u a l i t y:: She has a preference for men, but does occasionally find herself attracted to women
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C o l l a r:: Preferably Velvet or Enchanted Lace, the fox in my mind drives me crazy I doubt I can deal with anyone troublesome
C h a r m s:: I honesty could take anything just don't want any Jester Hat, Cross Bones, Whip, X, or Blood Opal, also don't want slaves's with a Bed on the collar. I don't want to be fed from. Charms that will be esp. welcomed is Sword, Rose, & Broom....I guess that's it.
C o l o u r s:: Don't really care, I can probably deal with anything except Black
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L i k e s::
☑ Nature
☑ Tranquility
☑ Exploring
☑ Working to provide for herself
☑ Men
☑ Sex (more of a guilty pleasure though)
☑ When the 'beast' is quiet
☑ Tea
☑ Being outside
☑ Gardening
D i s l i k e s::
☒ The cloaked man
☒ Not being able to transform
☒ Being pursued
☒ Invasion of space
☒ Nosiness
☒ Inner turmoil
☒ Thinking about the past
☒ Violence
☒ Crooks
☒ Being broke
T a l e n t s:: Knife throwing, hiding or disguising myself, combat, shielding emotions and with holding information.
Q u i r k s:: Though the fox within me cannot come forth this does not mean that it is completely dormant. It has a tendency of influencing me. The savage voice in my head tells me to harm people, whether or not they are actually a threat. Sometimes it seems as though the fox is trying to keep me alive, other times it feels like it is leading me to ruin.
The fox has the ability to make me become violent it also seemingly increases my sexual appetite and causing me to be rough during the act itself. This will be discussed further in the personality section
S k i l l s:: I have the abilities super strength, super speed, the ability to jump high and far as well as control and manipulation over flames and raw energy. I also use hand-to-hand combat and my long nails to rip people apart. A weapon I like to have on hand most of the time is daggers, or small knives.
I had the ability to change into a giant fox but that ability I have no been able to use since I was ‘cursed’ by a mysterious man wearing a cloak. I can't tell if they were a monk or something else entirely. He did something to me thought because I am limited now in my abilities. I have been hoping to lift the curse for some time.
I can change my forms. I can look completely human or I can let my ear and tails show, I can even have one tail visible and tuck the rest in. As for my fox forms, I can change into a small fox but for now that is it. The curse on my body prevents me from going any further.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I'm hot and cold I guess. Some people get the nice side, and others get the mean one. I think I react as one would think, it all comes down to how you treat me. If you are disrespectful then I'm going to treat you the same way. If anything I am unwilling to share facts about myself, which keeps people from getting too close. And emotions such as sadness I resist with a bitter passion. I hold in my tears and get mad every time something said or done to me stings a bit, as if I don't want to act like a human but act like a robot. I am reluctant to be emotional or vulnerable with anybody, even if a part of me yearns for it. Love certainly is not in option for me, never had been. I am pretty aloof.
The kitsune within me I treat like a separate being; I always have. I always felt like when I was destroying communities that it was someone else doing it. Not me. This fox to me is genderless, and I usually refer to it as 'it', 'creature', 'monster', 'beast' or 'ninetails'. I don't like mentioning it because it has gotten me into trouble for years, and I'm always concerned that the people in my company are rats who will snitch on me. Usually I tell people I am a kitsune and that's it. I only reveal more if I trust them or if something occurs that makes it so that I don't have any other choice but to tell them.
The fox is a savage, and is bent on destruction and death. I feel schizophrenic at times because the fox talks to me occasionally, always telling me to kill someone or destroy something. I have to fight it daily, and appear as normal as possible if I have onlookers. Sometimes it feels like the beast is trying to claw its way out of me, like it's trying to break the curse and be free. It hurts. At times I'm convinced it will emerge and then I get the sudden urge to go off someplace where there are no people until the feeling subsides.
The beast also seems to activate during sensual acts, especially sex. I feel as though I'm going berserk and my lover usually always has claw marks on their body because I couldn't handle them gently. I've also nearly killed a few of them. Because of this I don't like having one devoted partner, because I feel if they are with me long enough they will suspect something or uncover my secret. It happens all the time and my sexual appetite is ridiculous, above normal, and I have to ignore it all the time. But it usually is always lingering overhead like the monster inside of me.
H i s t o r y:: I do not know how I came to be this way. Was I born or was I made? All I recall is years of violent struggle. I was a savage beast who destroyed homes, villages and lives, only to feast on the organs of my victims. I could think of nothing else but the voice in my head telling me to destroy, it was as if I was being possessed by the spirit of a beast.
I am a nine-tailed fox. I have yet to come across a person who doesn’t know what that is: a giant kitsune with immense power. Too much power perhaps. It would seem that all that power drove me mad. Thousands of years I spent roaming the world destroying communities, then once I was done I would hide. I had the ability to change my size, so I would decrease my form when I fled. When I wanted to create outright destruction I would bring my body to its maximum size, several feet above the tallest of trees, and destroy all that was in my path. I can’t tell you what made me do it, why the sight of frightened and fleeing families did not deter me. Why I never thought of the pain I was inflicting. I can only say I had a hunger, a thirst for the taste of dead flesh, and the smell of blood. It consumed my mind.
I spent more than half my life living this way. Destroying and killing and then hiding until the heat died down. After some time numerous groups began to pursue me. Samurai clans, bounty hunters, even demons wanted me dead. I would see pieces of paper with a bounty written upon them, tattered, on the ground and blowing in the wind. Those same fliers I would tear to shreds. After about a thousand years of prowling the world in fox form, and hiding in the wilderness, I gained more power. And with this came the ability to change my form: into that of a woman, a beautiful woman. It made for an excellent disguise and I found that with my new form I had a lot of freedom, because now I no longer had to hide.
The entire time I was in fox form I was nameless, the name ‘Akahana’ was one I adopted for myself once I took the form of a human. I took it because of it’s definition ‘red flower’ or ‘red rose’….it made me think of how after I killed the blood would coat the grass and plants nearby, also the flowers. I had been thinking of those bloody flowers…
I didn’t bother coming up with too many details—though I did fabricate a little story about myself for the occasions people wished to ‘learn’ more about me. For a time I lived in a quaint little village. While I was there every man, single and taken was after me. I was too gorgeous for them to resist. The other women were jealous and spiteful as I seduced their men. But my bloody rein was not over, and they were my unfortunate prey. I would seduce the men, make them believe themselves to be in love, and then I’d kill them. Kill them by ripping their organs out, and eating them. That was the feral fox in me at play. Its hunger was still vibrating throughout my body even while I played ‘civilian’ with the villagers.
This continued in the village for months and soon very few men were still alive, I think they began to suspect me because they would whisper about me and drag their men away from me if they found us chatting with one another. Then one night I was asleep and someone broke into my home, and dragged me out of bed. It was minutes after midnight and I found myself tied up to a tree with a mob of people gathered around me with fire torches in hand and wrath in their eyes. They couldn’t possibly know what I was, a Kumiho, a nine tailed fox in mortal form, but they did accuse me of being a monster, saying that the calamity occurred only after I moved in. I was threatened with death. They were going to kill me, dismember my body and throw my remains into a fire.
They never got the chance because once they let their guard down. I ripped the rope that trapped me and murdered them. Then disappeared. They had never counted on the fact that I may be stronger than I look.
Things didn’t go well that time but I didn’t let that stop me. I continued to circulate around the area killing the men after I seduced them. But the rumor of a maiden targeting men and eating them spread so I was forced to travel further away where the myth wouldn’t follow me. In a new community I did what I do best, seduced the men until their wives grew jealous but eventually I shacked up with a nice gentleman. He seemingly ignored the rumors about me seducing all that has testosterone flowing through it; he treated me as if I were a woman who merely had been hurt one too many times. Ah, is that what usually causes this behavior? I laughed on the inside. But pretended to know what he was getting at. He pledged to make me forget my past and become focused solely on my future…with him, a bold statement. If only he knew what my past was.
I ended up living with him for six years in that community. I stopped seducing people, and seemed to completely forget my past antics. I totally fell into the peaceful life of an ordinary woman. I forgot all about the fox inside me, until it stirred again. Talking to me, beckoning me to kill in the late hours of the night. I felt like I was crazy. Because Hirotaka didn’t know I wasn’t human I suddenly feared telling him anything about my background, and no I don’t mean the phony one I invented. My real history was what I was afraid he’d uncover.
So I must admit. I was fond of that human man. At the time I scarcely noticed. I felt that I only thought of him as someone to pass the boredom—as well as someone teach me how to be human, and a person who could also help to keep suspicion nice and low for me. Because of him I slipped into my new guise without a hitch, though I had been trouble when I first ‘came to town’ no one thought I was anything extraordinary, and that was how I liked it.
It was dinnertime the day he decided to ask for my hand. I was surprised, a human proposing to me? I had no thoughts. My bowl nearly dropped from my hands in my utter shock and I needed a couple of minutes to gather myself.
I said ‘yes’, but a part of me thought I should have said ‘no.’
Maybe then losing him would have been easier.
We were in what people call the ‘newly wed stage’ when there was a disturbance in the distance. I was away from the house looking for fruit that evening, my husband was fishing. We agreed that we would meet at a special place and return home to the village together. However, as I was looking for fruit I noticed something was approaching fast; a group of cloaked men on horseback zoomed right by without noticing me. I thought it was odd but I didn’t really allow any apprehension to sink in at that moment. Once my husband and I met up we were shocked to see heavy smoke in the distance and a young child came busting through the bushes in a panic. He said there was trouble. When we returned we discovered that the cloaked men had set the village ablaze looking for a nine-tailed fox.
The people had said they didn’t know anything about it, and they were murdered for it. But once we were on the scene the men analyzed us and I caught their attention right away. One of them took out a vibrant jewel and it reacted to me. The sight of that gem made my heart constrict painfully.
My husband refused to believe that I was a nine-tailed fox, and the men fought to separate us. Hirotaka tried to fight but he was no match for them. The sight of the corpses, the feeling of being powerless, and concern for my husband’s safety made my restraint weaken. I could feel the beast inside trying to escape. But I fought it or at least I tried. All those people had been slaughtered because these men had been looking for me.
‘Kill them!’ The fox had roared, ‘Retaliate!’ My body shook as the restraints I had placed on myself for years were shaken loose. I became the fox once again. Like countless times before a bloody war ensued between the cloaked men, and me. I slaughtered all that stood before me, until only one man was in my vision. But before I could sever his torso he placed a talisman on my body and I immediately took my human form again. Falling to the ground bloodied and nude I gave him a murderous glare, and backed up vanishing into the forest so that he would not have a prize to take home with him. But the memory of my husband’s shocked face stayed with me. He was alive when it was all over. I saw him. But I don’t think he loved me anymore after what he had seen.
I escaped again and hid. And when I emerged again twenty years later I went to the city for once. I changed my appearance a bit, as well as my name. I shed my old name of Akahana and adopted a new one: Chiyoko. I had lost a lot and was tired of killing senselessly, so I vowed I’d never kill anyone again for the mere pleasure of it. If I did it would be for survival. I tried to live a normal life instead, my life was not glorious but it was decent. I was afraid someone would figure out my exact race so I lived in isolation for the most part, in the wilderness outside the nearest city. I go into town often though. I lived off of the animals I take care of and the vegetables and fruit I grow. I sell them as well so that is practically where I get my income. Sometime into this life I decided to bounty hunt and bring all kind of sick and twisted bastards to justice. Though killing is no longer for me I find myself unfazed by the idea of killing those who deserve it.
I thought I was through with the past until I realized hunters were still looking for me, particularly the cloaked man from the village. I don’t know who he is but if we ever cross paths again I think that may be it for me. I probably won’t escape again; I haven’t been able to transform ever since the day my village was burned and the people were killed. Not only that but my powers have been cut in half, if not lower. If he finds me I’ll be right where he wants me. I could run all I like but danger will never be too far behind.
Sariyanna
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