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 Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2022 11:19 pm
 THIS IS WHERE IT BEGINS
N a m e
Nayori Mizuki
A g e
Sixteen
G e n d e r
Female
S e x u a l i t y
Heterosexual
H e i g h t
Five Foot Three Inches
W e i g h t
One Hundred and Twenty pounds
O c c u p a t i o n
Demon Slayer
F a c t i o n
Demon Slaying Corps & OTHER
R a n k
Mizunoto
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2022 11:44 pm
 MY STORY
P e r s o n a l i t y
tab tab ➷ tab Alert
tab tab ➷ tab Calm
tab tab ➷ tab Protective
tab tab ➷ tab Solemn
tab tab ➷ tab Boyish
tab tab ➷ tab Tough
tab tab ➷ tab Disobedient, sometimes...
tab tab ➷ tab Masochist
tab tab ➷ tab Short-Tempered
B i o
tab tab ➷ tab Born as the oldest child to a simple couple of rice farmers. She was the oldest of four children, three girls and one boy. It was obvious growing up, and as her siblings were born, that her father had wanted a son to be able to teach to take over the farm. It wouldn't be until Nayori was seven years old until the twins were born. Things were going well, though Nayori had been designated "son" as the oldest child, helping her father in the fields while her mother took care of the younger children. As they got older, they would follow Nayo around like ducklings, picking rice when it was time and putting it into the basket on her back. It was a simple life, but everyone was healthy for the most part... Her father would often go into town to see the other farmers, not coming home until late in the evening.
tab tab ➷ tab One night, Nayori's mother had asked the girl to go to town and fetch her father. As she walked through the fields to get to town, she had started to hear something odd. It wasn't a secret that she had excellent hearing, it was often a game to her younger siblings to try and say mean things to each other quietly, just to see if Nayori would scold them. This was different though, it was a high pitch ringing on the wind, but she couldn't see anything around the crops. She had pushed the thought aside and continued to town, where the ringing grew louder and louder. Reaching the Izakaya, Nayori found her father sitting at a table with a few of the other farmers, as well as a few merchants. The ringing had gotten louder when she reached the establishment, a pretty woman sat next to her father who was obviously drunk at this point. Listening from across the room, Nayori heard the woman trying to invite her father back to her room for some business transaction, though as she spoke the pitch of the ringing in the young girls head followed the words. Something was very wrong, crossing the room Nayori confronted her father telling him it was time to return home. At the sight of his daughter, he was embarrassed, but the nine year old turned her scolding towards the other men at the table as well. There were fields to tend in the morning, and she wasn't going to pick up the slack because they were hung over. The mysterious woman looked furious, but didn't press anyone to stay. Nayori walked with the men home, making sure the woman had stayed back at the sake house. She couldn't be sure though... she heard the ringing all through the night. The next morning though, the town reported finding two dead bodies... one was a traveling merchant, the other was a farmer that lived closest to the town.
tab tab ➷ tab For a few months, things had stayed normal. Nayori's father had stopped going to town after the close call with death, he had been drinking with both of the deceased if Nayori hadn't demanded he returned home... it could have been him. That was what he feared, but every time they went to town to sell their produce, her father would converse with that same mysterious woman. It annoyed her, why couldn't they talk to their usual merchant? Why was she so special? Did she give them better prices? Nayori wasn't old enough to fully grasp the art of haggling, that and she was to impatient with it. She had voiced her dislike for the woman to her father countless times, warning him that they should stay away from her. He ignored her though, saying that she was nice, and that she was not anything more than a business partner. Things change though... It had been six months since the murder of two of the towns folk, it was the evening that the town was putting together a caravan to send to the next town over in order to do trade for goods that they could not produce themselves. Nayori had asked to go with, but she was to be left to watch over her mother and siblings, she was the closest thing to a son her father had at this time, since Arakan was only two. They would be back in a few days. Watching as the fathers left their oldest children to tend to the farm while they were gone, Nayori had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
tab tab ➷ tab Three days and they would return, it passed by quickly for the girl. Messing around in the fields with the other boys, picking the harvest and planting more, bringing the stock to the shed in the center of the fields for the adults to go through. A test to see if they could be 'men,' the last night though, Nayori was awoken the ringing once more. Panic had set into her heart as she ran through the small shack to the closet where her father hid his tonto. All the while, another sound joined the first. Barefoot, she burst through the door, her commotion waking her mother and younger sister Tamako. Just in the center of the field, the shed was on fire, some of the other boys trying to put out the fire with the water in the fields. Telling her mother to hide in the house with the children, Nayori took off in a sprint towards the small building. As she got closer, she saw that it was not the only thing ablaze. Several houses were on fire, as well as part of the town. Was it bandits? Why would they want to attack a small farm village? They had nothing to offer but produce, maybe some leathers, but nothing of value. In the end, the shed could not be saved, they could grow more crops... for now, they needed to make sure everyone was out of the houses that were on fire around the fields. Starting at the house furthest away, they woke everyone making sure they were far away from anything that could catch fire.
tab tab ➷ tab It was an hour until they reached Nayori's house, she had told her mother and sister to hide with the twins. When Nayori opened the door, she almost screamed louder than the ringing that was ever present in her mind through the night. The body of her mother laid over her sister Aiko and her brother Arakan protectively, her arm severed from the elbow, her leg gone entirely, she dared not look at the bodies of her siblings. Who could have done this?! A sharp noise had her ducking, a claw narrowly missing her head, the woman from the tavern stood above her. Rage and Hunger in her eyes, Nayori had interrupted her dinner. Dashing into the small house, Nayori had jumped for the window above her bed to escape. A hand grabbing her by the back of the head. Throwing her back towards the front door, the force closing it and blocking the sight of those outside. Nayori thought she was going to dead right there... but before the monster could do anything, a scream from the front door caught both of their attention, Tamako had slipped out of the house. At the back window a trail of blood that Nayori hadn't noticed was there. More voices started to join in with Tamako's, the demon roared with rage once more, moving to burst through the door to silence the younger girl. Nayori wouldn't allow that though, she pulled the tonto and stabbed the woman in the chest... The last thing Nayori remembers from that night was the excruciating pain across her chest when the woman clawed her in response.
tab tab ➷ tab When Nayori had awoken, she was in an unfamiliar building, her father and sister by her side. It had been a week since the attack, though many said it was a group of bandits that had raided the town... No one believed the two girls when they told them it was the Merchant woman. Even their own father questioned their sanity, even his own. His wife, his youngest daughter, his son... Dead, his two remaining daughters, badly wounded. Nayori had been lucky with the deep cuts across her torso. Tamako had been clawed across the face, her arms also wounded from trying to protect herself from the creature. He tried his best to take care of the two girls... but Nayori could see, their father had given up. It infuriated her, she wanted to just grab him and shake him by his haori, to tell him to pull it together. That they needed to carry on, but how was she supposed to do that? When the girls were healed up, they started to tend to the field, it was all they could do to move on from what they had witnessed. Nayori had started to carry the tonto, if only to protect herself and her sister while they worked. She would still hear a ringing from time to time, but it wasn't as loud as the woman, but she would go ridged. Tamako had started to take note, and would move to be closer to Nayori when it happened, most times it was just a wild animal hunting the girls for food. Or some starved thug coming out of the woods. It wasn't until a man had approached them, asking them questions about the attack... had Nayori started to grasp what she had been hearing all this time.
tab tab ➷ tab The wore a black uniform under his haori, a katana at his hip. He asked the two girls extensively about the woman, and what had actually happened that night. When he tried to explain to the two young girls what they had saw, and what he was. A Demon Slayer. Nayori asked he teach her. To be able to kill the monsters that had killed her family, and destroyed her father. She had followed the man around for the week that he was investigating the town, trying to find clues as to where the demon woman had gone, all the while telling Nayori she had better things to do than throw her life away. She was persistent though. One evening she followed him once more, now he was more demanding she return home where it was safe. She refused. Had it not been for their arguing in the woods, Nayori had stopped talking back, a ringing on the air, it wasn't loud enough to be her, but it wasn't human or animal. When she told the Slayer, he had questioned how she knew anything. That was until he sensed the other presence as well. It was a lesser demon that was hunting this time.
tab tab ➷ tab Nayori was eleven when she left home to begin her training, her father had not spoken to her when she told him. The girl knew that he had thought his whole family, even Tamako and herself, dead. Tamako said she would remain to look after him, that they would be fine. Nayori knew Tamako would... but she questioned their father. While traveling with the man she learned that he would not be the one to train her, that she would be left with his sensei as he had mastered the art of water breathing. Though she wouldn't make it that far... The two had parted ways a week into their travel. Nayori knew where she was to go... but the ringing had halted her in her tracks. Louder than she had ever heard, the sound crippling. She knew this specific ringing by now in her travel, it was a demon. But the frequency was so high, it was so loud.. nausea had over come her before she knew what was happening. On the path ahead of her, she recalled her last thought being that of the warning... to not travel at night. All she remembered from that, was pain. The cackle of the demon that stood over the blood soaked field. It hadn't found it's intended target, the slayer from before... but Nayori had been traveling with him long enough that his scent had clung to her.
tab tab ➷ tab When she awoke, she wasn't on the road nor was she dead... the room was dark, the windows covered with cloth and wood. The ringing was still ever present in the small shack, but this was a different kind... lower in tone but still loud. When the demon made it presence known it had laughed off at Nayori's hostility, slowly explaining what had happened and why she wasn't dead. The demon that had taken her in, wasn't like the one from the road or the Merchant that had driven her on this quest... His words were true, when he said he wanted to bring down the demons that ran rampant killing humans... Something he had done when he too was human. A former Demon Slayer, turned as an eternal curse. So the next few years of training would be the worst. Training to eat something other than humans, to gain energy and strength through the light of the moon as well as the world around her. She still wanted to be a demon slayer... so she started to train in breathing techniques and total concentration. Understanding what her body was doing and how to use it to her advantage. Quick ways to protect herself from the sun, and still travel in the daylight without being toasted, so not to raise suspicions. When it came to Westeria though.... she never had any issues with it, it didn't bother her smell or cause any irritation. Something her sensei was surprised by... maybe she could pull it all off?
tab tab ➷ tab After that, it took Nayori a two years to gain her sensei's approval to attempt The Final Selection. Before she could do that thought.. her sensei waned her to check in on her sister and father... When she arrived, it was only her sister she had found, tending the field with the others. She had been so excited that she sprinted across the crops to hug her younger sister... A stunt that had her fighting off the other kids she had grown up with. Nayori's father had gone missing a month or two after she had left, Tamako staying to tend the field for Nayori's hopeful return. She didn't have the heart to tell her sister or friends what had happened when she left, or what she was now. But part of her knew that her sister knew... but said nothing. It was for the best they didn't acknowledge it after all right? There would be time for all of that later after all..
E x t r a
tab Likes
tab tab ➷ tab Tea
tab tab ➷ tab Walking
tab tab ➷ tab Night
tab Dislikes
tab tab ➷ tab Sake
tab tab ➷ tab Trains
tab tab ➷ tab Merchants
tab Hobbies
tab tab ➷ tab Charm making
tab tab ➷ tab Wood Carving
tab Fears
tab tab ➷ tab Claustrophobia
tab tab ➷ tab The Sun
tab Other
tab tab ➷ tab Blood Type :: O Neg
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2022 11:55 pm
 I AM THE POWER
W e a p o n > O f > C h o i c e
tab tab ➷ tab Nichirin
tab tab ➷ tab Tanto
N i c h i r i n > B l a d e > C o l o r
tab tab ➷ tab Black/Purple
A b i l i t i e s
tab tab ➷ tab Sense Ability :: Hearing
tab tab ➷ tab Total Concentration Breathing / Constant
tab tab ➷ tab Breathing Style :: Moon
tab tab ➷ tab Demon Slayer Mark :: Locked
S w o r d s m a n s h i p
tab tab Moon Breathing
tab tab ➷ tab First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace, Kokushibo quickly draws his sword and slashes swiftly in a singular horizontal motion in a crescent shape, creating numerous chaotic crescent blades. This technique is extremely reminiscent of Iaijutsu.
tab tab ➷ tab Second Form: Pearl Flower Moongazing, Kokushibo performs several crescent-shaped slashes that defend him from incoming attacks, sending a barrage of crescent blades.
tab tab ➷ tab Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains, Kokushibo swings his sword rapidly in two gigantic crescent slashes, from which a storm of smaller crescents spread, causing huge destruction in a small area.
tab tab ➷ tab ***Fourth Form: Glittering Rays, ------
tab tab ➷ tab Fifth Form: Moon Spirit Calamitous Eddy, Kokushibo makes multiple curved slashes layered over one another, creating a rising vortex of sword slashes and crescent moon blades.
tab tab ➷ tab Sixth Form: Perpetual Night, Lonely Moon - Incessant, Kokushibo releases a wild barrage of crescent-shaped slashes several meters in front of him. This technique was powerful enough to overwhelm Sanemi Shinazugawa and so long-ranged that it slices up the surrounding pillars.
tab tab ➷ tab Seventh Form: Mirror of Misfortune, Moonlit, Kokushibo swings the gigantic version of his sword in a powerful frontal crescent-shaped slash that creates powerful multi-directional long-ranged slashes in the ground.
tab tab ➷ tab Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail, Kokushibo uses the gigantic version of his sword and creates a singular gigantic crescent-shaped slash that slowly decreases in size, creating dozens of crescent moon blades.
tab tab ➷ tab Ninth Form: Waning Moonswaths, Kokushibo creates a stream of long-ranged crescent-shaped vertical and horizontal slashes along with numerous crescent moon blades with the gigantic version of his sword.
tab tab ➷ tab Tenth Form: Drilling Slashes, Moon Through Bamboo Leaves, Kokushibo creates a long-ranged triple-layered slash twister full of crescent moon blades with the gigantic version of his sword.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2022 11:57 pm
 RELATIONSHIPS
F a m i l y
tab tab ➷ tab Alive? | Father, Kirisanto Mizuki
tab tab ➷ tab Dead | Mother, Wakumi Mizuki
tab tab ➷ tab Alive | Younger Sister 1, Tamako Mizuki [14]
tab tab ➷ tab Dead | Younger Sister 2, Aiko Mizuki [8]
tab tab ➷ tab Dead | Younger Brother, Arakan Mizuki [8]
S i g i n i f i c a n t > O t h e r
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