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███ 〤『 ❝ HIMURA . CHIHARU.
xxxxxxxx ❝ 【 THE SLAYER 】!! xxxx ❝ 【 17 】 !! xxxx ❝ 【 FEMALE】 !!
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| ❝ A P P E A R E N C E S
「height ▊: 5"5
「weight ▊: 120 lbs
「hair color ▊: a light caramel brown.
「eye color ▊: eyes are a golden color - honey yellow.
「noticeable features/items ▊: Around her neck is protective beads that her mother left behind before she vanished one day so long ago. When she isn't in her slayer get-up she ties her hair behind her neck with a white ribbon. While wearing her armor, she wears a side bun, slightly messy with a braid running around her head, that is held up by a violet leaf hair ornament.
「marks/scars ▊: On her back, there are claw marks from a demon attack in her first battle that still glower red and never vanish. The failure of a slayer is being marked.
「other forms ▊: SLAYER ATTIRE.
| ❝ P E R S O N A L I T Y
「positive ▊: Strong moral values. Dedicated to do good in this world, she has a tough moral center.
「negative ▊: Stubborn. She will not easily comply to your wishes, even fight tooth and nail.
「positive ▊: Devoted. Her heart is a good one. She is all about finishing her mission however and most times ignores her heart's wishes.
「negative ▊: Hot-tempered. Though she tries to not let it get to her, if you pick on her too much, or push her buttons, she will snap.
「positive ▊: Resourceful. She was taught everything she needs to know about demons and how to survive. If there is a way, Chi-chan will find it.
「negative ▊: Dishonest. From an outlook eye, it looks like she is forcing herself to be something she has only been told to do.
「positive ▊: Selfless. Prepared to put herself in harms way for someone else.
「negative ▊: Conceited. She is a little bit too confident in her abilities, enough to take on this huge mission on her own without really a plan of action.
「positive ▊: Sincere. She can be very warm and worry for other's problems, enough for it to bother her. She's honest to this degree, her feelings are natural.
「negative ▊: Childish. Though these are rare times, she shows that she is still just a girl that hasn't grown up just yet.
「dislikes ▊: Wearing long kimonos, bitter things, seeing people in need, smell of oil, stuffy rooms.
「likes ▊: Cleaning her weapons or designing new ones, yellow flowers, stew with meat and potatoes - her father's favorite after battle dish, enjoys the snow, autumn time.
「 ❝how do you feel about demons? ▊: "Back when I was young and naive, I thought demons were so otherworldly and remarkable. I even ran into a demon one time, he did not harm me but instead led me back home to my village. It made me believe that perhaps they were not that bad. I realize now that I was just lucky. When my mother was taken, I still didn't want to believe they were bad, my father on the other hand grew hateful towards their kind and we left our home to seek out the Northen Demon Slayer Village. I found out we were originally from here, but my mother didn't want me to live in a scary, unsafe place. My father was turning into a man I didn't know, and I blamed the demons for that. When I was finally of age, I had been taught their evil ways and had seen what they did to innocent people. The hate had been born and stuck in me for all these years, and years to come. I will eradicate their evil from the land and protect everyone."
| ❝ B I O G R A P H Y
「childhood memory ▊: I would go missing a lot when I was young, I was too adventurous and I didn't mind the forest. In fact, I quite loved being on my own and talking to trees and the flowers - I realize how embarrassing this sounds so I will stop - m- moving on! It would be my mother that would have to look for me, which then I would get my rightful punishment of having to eat a whole dry, dirty radish. It was nasty, but I was persistent even if my father told me that one day a demon would get me. I was not afraid and the odds of that happening to me were slim in my eyes. Well, one day, it did happen. I don't know why, but my body was forced to follow a bright yellow orb. I couldn't run away, or even turn my head. I did hear a woman's sweet voice calling out to me. I thought it reminded me of my father when he tried to wake me in the morning. Able to focus, I found myself staring at a tall man, but his eyes looked see through. "Come." He soothing said, and offered out his hand. I was about to take it, but I felt my body pulled by such a great force. When I looked up, I saw my mother in front of me, a blade out in front of her. Around me, there was this whirling sound, beneath me, the ground, leaves the grass, were a solid gray and still compared to the sound of wind roaring. "You will not take my child." I called out to her, but than she looked back to me with tears in her eyes. She already knew, and gently, she said goodbye to me before completely vanishing with the demon. Something fell from her form, her prayer beads. My mother was spirited away instead of me. Though I have got over this ordeal, I still have guilt and sadness over this memory. It was my fault ...
「important incident ▊: A few months after taking care of me on his own, my father truly was never the same again without my mother's kindness and warmth filling our small house. He would never be around, always out trying to search for her or what took her. I had to learn how to do a lot of things on my own during that time, but on one of his return searches, he sat me down and told me we were going back to our village, the village of the Northern Slayers. I was only 8, I had no idea what it meant, but it frightened me. Killing things, that was bad, right? The village let us back in when my father gave them a bloody bundle. At first, the chief of the village was unsure it looked like, but the old man gave my father a hug and we were greeted with open arms. The thing I liked most was all the children in the village. We had always been separate from busy towns, and the only real friend I had was a wolf puppy I had taken care of, but it ran away.
「important incident ▊: Growing up in this village, there was common mindset they all had - everyone hated the monsters they hunted. I, myself, had to also take up the sword. At first, I was shy about holding a weapon, but sooner or later it started to come naturally. My father made me happy when he smiled at me and told me I looked like my mother when she was just starting. Had she been a great slayer? It made me excited and pushed me to practice more. But, I would have to kill a demon sooner or later. This didn't make me happy. When I started to express that killing them may not be the right way to go about it, I was bullied by the children. They would often call me demon lover or a coward. Not wanting to cause my father to see me less like them, I kept it to myself. I had never seen a demon hurt anyone after all. That changed. The demons decided to attack the village when the slayers were out on a mission. It was part of one particular demon's plan. They came on the village in revenge slaughtering, though they did not have their best in the village, the ones that could, even the trainees fought hard to fight them back. I held my sword up to a demon that had huge fangs and peering red eyes. I froze up. I couldn't do it. I was only ten, how could I amount to what my father or village chief do. I ran. But not fast enough. My back was cut into. The pain was the only thing I remembered as I lay on the ground waiting for it to finish me off, but it started to drag me, snickering and saying things in a horrific voice. As it dragged me, I saw my own blood smearing into the dirt. I was going to die. My sword was so far back. It shamed me, for a slayer to be attacked so easily - and have the audacity to run away. My father would disown such a daughter. Luckily for me, the slayers had returned just in time to eradicate and send the demons running of them to morn their fallen loved ones. My father, when he had found me in the nurse ward, there were tears in his eyes as he embraced me. No. I needed to be strong, so he would never have to lose me. Not like mom. Though I am not the best slayer in the world, I do what comes natural.
「recent memory ▊: I was in the area gathering supplies in the South, ready to head back home, but there was quite a stir in the village I was in. Everyone was fearful. When I asked around, I found out why. There was a rumor that the hundred year old curse of the fox was coming to be of day. A horrible and sickening contract where demons are given tribute so they will not harm their town. And sometimes they protect the villages that surround the Youkai Forrest. The only upsides. For someone to give themselves freely to a demon, the detest in my throat burns me up. Whatever you may call it, out of the craziness of my mind, I went up to the village head and offered him a solution. Send me. Though I did keep the gruesome, true details to myself, if I came back with a demon God's head, my father would have my respect.
「family ▊: Himura Hiro - Father, part of the demon slayers. Alive and doesn't know of his daughter's 'mission'.
Himura Yuna - Mother, was spirited away, presumed dead.
「extra ▊: She is going to go through character development for sure. Hate into love. ♥
