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| Subject: She of a Thousand Faces :: The Wingle Rogue [WIP] Fri Jul 22, 2011 1:33 am | |
| [Note : The Template is a bit scattered, I know, but wait till I am done. You'll understand why.] ~Rank/Village Information~Classification: Akatsuki Letter Rank: A Village: Former Kumogakure Clan: The Wingle Clan~Skill Information~Skill Specialty:
- Main: Eiseijutsu [Medical Art]
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- Main: Doton
- Main: Suiton
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~History/RP Sample~History/Background Story:Roleplay Sample: - Spoiler:
The room was empty, as the blonde haired girl walked into the room, with a smile on her lips. She had done good with her medical training, and she was glad that she was becoming much better at it. It was one thing that she wanted to do more then anything : please her parents, as she opened the door, her eyes curious and almost sparkling, she really wanted to make them happy. But she knew the scene already. She knew the happenings, as she walked in, those drunken eyes looking at her. Those eyes were wild, and open, as Koko quivered, but kept that smile. ''I did good today!'' she said, expecting at least a shallow word of congratulations from her parents. But both were starring at her, eyes dilated and reddened the acric smell of alchool and smoke in the air, as she gave a flunctuating smile. She was starting to feel sick, as he got up, coming towards her. Her mother stopped him and stared at the girl. ''That's all. You did good. You never do good Koko. You must be.. perfect. Me and your father never care about good, or great. We don't care about you at all. We just want perfect. A perfect daughter.'' she said, as she let go of the male that just gripped the girl and threw her to the door. ''Upstairs. No supper.'' his gruff voice had said, almost like a tinted edge of hate in it. The blonde girl, almost crying scrambled up the stairs, as she heard the laughter from her mother. Scrambling into her room, just as she heard the knife hit her door, the child slid down and started to cry, as she heard the thumps the deadly thumps, of her father attacking the door. The girl was shaking, as her mother started to shriek, the sounds of a knife sinking in flesh over and over clawing at her ears. That shrieking laughter was so familar.. so strange and unique.. and she knew where it came from. The silent steps that were leaving now gave her peace, as she craddled Schmuu to her, shaking still.
The hours passed, so slow and yet painfully slow, as she then lifted her head, the rumbling of her stomach obvious to her. The girl stood up, and placing the sleeping [dead?] moogle onto her bed, she peeked out of the room. Her father's bloody and lacerated body was still there, as she stepped over it, and slowly sneaked towards the kitchen. Her mother was alseep, as her steps were quiet as a mouse, almost lost in the creaking of the home itself. Her small hands slowly took out the thing she had stored there earlier, a small container, that they had never noticed. Sneaking back up, she was stepping into the room, when the arm slanked up and grabbed her ankle. Bitting her lower lip to refuse the scream from coming out, the girl took another breath, holding it in for a few moments. The hand was her dead father's that was reviving as with every night. The girl took her ankle out of his grasp and quickly shuffled into the room, shutting the door tight against him, and quickly retreating to her bed, seeing the moogle on it. ''Schmuu.. wake up..'' she called faintly, as she came closer, still wondering if he was sleeping, or if her mother had killed him too. The girl bit her lip again, and she quivered, a part of her dreading the worse. Renji had not made an apperance, and she ate her meal softly, as finally the moogle stirred. Giving him a bit, she smiled, as the girl heard the scrapping sounds of her father's hands [claws?] against the door. But there was something differant in this dream tonight.. she wasn't waking up....
The door flew open, and her father's gaping, dead face stared at her. There was an innate sense of danger for Koko, as she for once, knew this was not her usual nightmare. The girl prepared a kunai and then she moved, as the zombie like thing leaped to devour her. That look he always had in his eyes was there, the look like he wanted to devour her. Koko knew her father cared not for her as his daughter, but only as a piece of flesh. For he had tried to make her do things no loving parent would to their child.. namely going out to steal what he wanted. The girl gave a sad smile, but it was a hard, lifeless smile, as she struck with the kunai. It sunk into the flesh, and he let out a cry, and those claws scrapped, almost touching Schmuu. Her rage amplified, as she stabbed again, the kunai driving deep into his flesh, again and again, flesh and blood flying as she hacked at him. The girl didn't stop, even when the shriek became a wail, a pitiful wail and then frantic screaming, begging for his life. And she still didn't stop, the movement mechanical, as her blue eyes were blanked, as if the prescence she felt was driving her to do this. The girl continued, until she was covered, until there was nothing but a mass of misshappen flesh. Without warning, at that point, the movement of a hacking machine stopped. The kunai fell from the numb hand of the blonde, and she starred for a moment, before suddenly backing away in sheer horror. She had done this.. this had been her work. The girl gave a slight tremble, as she lurched back suddenly, starring down at her blood covered clothes and hands, the tears racing down harder. She was trembling and with a look to the moogle, whom had stopped moving [He's dead! He's dead and my father killed him!] a hard look came into her eyes, as the prescence called again. Koko was not done..
The steps guided her slowly towards the hallway, as she took a clean knife, panting slightly. This was the final step for the Sloth creature to drive the blonde girl to. For she could still wake and breathe from this nightmare, but yet, if she continued.. there would be no escape until the morning. The girl knew this and struggled, struggled almost vainly against the fact she had to wake up. But yet, the thoughts [He's dead, because of him, because of her. He's dead because of her.. she killed him, she killed him!] wouldn't stop running through her head, as she continued. The steps that Koko took would be the last, as her blue eyes ended up on the door. And with a last breath, she pushed it open, quietly as to not wake the mad woman within. Each step as quiet as a mouse, as the kunoichi crept to the beside of her dearest mother. The wind was audible here, another sign of the subconcious trying to free itself, as it was a vicious howling wind. The girl knelt by the bed side, as the woman's eyes were looking at her, silent. And the tears that were running down her face mattered not at all to Koko.. [she killed Schmuu, he's dead, she killed him..] as she gave a gentle smile, her bloodstained hand stroking the side of the woman's face. ''The love I gave to you.. you never gave it back.. you don't deserve it.. but I love you mother.. now shall you sleep with the last memory of me? Shall you sleep well, as I will give you a lullaby to sleep? Could you ever live again? I think not.. goodbye mother..'' she muttered, as the woman's eyes closed, as the girl gripped that kunai tighter. A couple more of moments passed silently, before it swung down, a fleshy, meaty sound following. And it started again.. stabbing over and over, but this time, the victim did not cry out.. the screams were from Koko, as she cried harder, sobs and shrieks of misery escaping her. And then the sounds went quiet, the household as well, as the last sound was a small wail.
It was quiet. The eery quivers of the too silent night ran up her spine. Dragging herself off the ground, the girl looked at the slowly drying blood, and gave a slight smile. And then she tumbled, walking back towards her room, where another festered. The sheer horror of her nightmare was the fact that she herself, did not care. The girl barely threw a glance at the moogle, and stripped all her clothing, before scrubbing at her skin almost viciously. But then her body shook and she went to the shower, where she turned the tap. Stepping into it, she started scrapping at her skin, hoping to get all the blood off her, as there was an eery howl. A strange feeling was coming over her, as if the quietness would not last, as she looked up. This was not a dream, she was sure of it, because she could feel the pain and the tenderness of her skin. The girl gave another quiver, as she breathed, feeling her world swirl in several colors, as she held to the wall, the feeling that something was wrong over taking her.
And she looked down.. and screamed. The tentacles of some creature was holding her and with a scramble, she hacked at them with her nails, her body shaking as she ripped them off. With another scramble, the girl was out of the shower, drying herself, still shaking. She had to get out of this home, was her thought, as she rushed to her room, packing up a pack. The blonde had forgotten about the experiements that were kept sealed away only by their chakra and by killing them both, she had released them. Hopefully, the two piles of meat would be enough to keep them occupied, as she quickly grabbed from food, and ajusted the sling in which Schmuu was held in. Even though he was [dead.] asleep, and would be safe, Koko would not take the chance of leaving him behind. As she opened the door and let out a breath, trying to keep herself from going insane. This place was worse then a haunted house... the girl could hear the scrapping and scraggling of some of the creatures, and with a hurried step, she quickly went for the door. But a creature dropped before her, and she gritted her teeth, father's knife in her hand, as she swung it, brushing the thing aside. And she dashed for the door, her body shaking with the intensity of the situation, as she panted harder and harder. this was an effort she was making to escape, no matter the cost to the things around her. The girl went low and stabbed, a sort of vicious gleam in her eye. The Sloth was driving her to madness, the horror of her easy callousness feeding and almost extacious, as Koko finally stepped out the door, panting and breathing hard, her body shaking almost like a small flower in a gale wind. Koko gave another smile, and then rolled to her feet, running down the path that led to her home, finally escaping.
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