Post by angelingothlolita on May 19, 2007 12:24:20 GMT -5
Name: Kuroi Roze Getsuei
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: She is human but unknown to her she is a descendant of dragons from 40,000 years ago (powers skip a generation)
Alignment: good
Occupation: Youngest detective of her time, also doubles as a lycan hunter
Power Level: High-tier Medium (when she is calm) Low-tier High (when she is destructively pissed off which hardly happens)
Timeline: Modern
Appearance:
A normal girl seeming to be fresh out of high school would stand along the bridge of the entrance to the city. Her long blond hair, pulled into pig-tales for that particular evening (Varies from time to time but I will say if she changes her hairstyle. If I do not, just assume its in pig-tales) was being tossed about by the same wind that made the waves of the river crash upon the pillars that held up the bridge. The moonlight of the night would bring out the beauty of her pale skin and shine upon her blonde locks. Considering her hair was pulled back, her ears could be shown, and all those silver earrings reflected in the moon’s light. Her grey eyes, as grey as ash, would stare out over the river where the moon reflected off of it beautifully. Her cherry pink lips were closed and becoming slightly chapped due to the brisk air. Even though the air was so frigid she did not bother to huddle in her black trench coat that fell to her ankles. Her hands were stuffed inside the pockets, and thanks to the play of light from the moon, one could probably tell she was playing with something in the pocket of the coat. She suddenly looked annoyed and jerked her hands out of the pockets and pulled the coat off her slender body and draped it along the banister of the bridge. The first thing that would be apparent would be her left arm. It seemed to hold a tattoo of some sort. Upon further inspection, one would clearly see it was a grey dragon. The grey color oddly seemed to match her eyes. At her left wrist was a thick black leather wristband that held a watch on it. On her right upper arm seemed to be a white bandage that seemed to have blood on it. A bite from earlier that night probably. It was a good thing her team carried around the vaccines. On her right wrist was a red studded wristband that stood out like a sore thumb against all that black. All of her fingernails were painted black. Next thing that would capture ones eye would be the black leather dog collar was wrapped around her neck. Below the collar was the black cloth collar of her shirt. At the tips of each side of the collar was a silver rose, her insignia. Coming from under the collar, a small woman’s tie could be seen. It was tied loosely and the silver silk of it brought out the blackness of the shirt. From under the tie, pretty much after the top button, the shirt would open in a diamond cut. If it wasn’t for that black lacy spaghetti strap shirt you would have probably been able to see all of her cleavage. The shirt itself was sleeveless. The collard shirt would end several inches above her belly button and the rest of the black spaghetti strap shirt, with little silver butterflies, covered the rest of her stomach, meeting her black pants. The black pants were loose around her hips and held about three different kinds of belts, one was studded, one was a chain, and one looked as if it were a seatbelt at one point. They all three started at the top of her right hip and was diagonal down to the bottom of her left. Her feet would have steel-toed boots on them with silver roses as some of the buckles. She stood there for a few moments, admiring the view. The blaring of a horn could be heard in the short distance to the end of the bridge. She turned her head and saw the black van that her team used. A small girl came out of the roof of the van and yelled at her. “Come on K-chan! We have a call from Sergeant Guilford. He said there is another lycan attack at the local pub!” A rather hot looking guy stuck his head out of the passenger-side window and smirked. “Time to go kick some ass, my beautiful little doll face!” Kuroi gave him a glare and he held up his hands. “Can’t blame a guy for tryin’, babes.” He and the child would then return back to the van and it would start up. She grabbed her coat and calmly walked back to the van, opening up the back doors, and hoping inside, being sure to shut them before the van took off, leaving smoke behind.
Here is a pic of her. This is not my art nor do I claim it as such.
This is a pic of her shirt that she wares. Again, not my art.
Personality: Basically, with all do respect….. She’s a cold hearted BITCH!
History: Her father was killed by a gang when she but the age of five. From that day forth she set out to be a detective just like her father was. She constantly solved mysteries around her school and took fighting lessons so she could be “tough as nails.” Even still, she had her mother, whom loved to look at the moon, and strived to give Kuroi all she could Kuroi was a sweet child and light of heart. When she was twelve all that changed, however. The problem with the lycans that roamed the city, got worse. That year she had the pleasure of watching one of those monsters gobble down her mother like a midnight snack. This upset her more than anything. She passed out, but when she woke up, she found her house was burnt to a crisp, and the bones of lycans lay in front of her. She roamed the streets some before a cop, one of her father’s friends, Guilford, found her. He took her under his wing and taught her all he could about being a detective. He thought this would bring back some of her happiness, but it didn’t. She remained cold and heartless, willing herself to never again care about anyone. Some say she has lost her mind, while the ones who know her know that she actually just keeps her true feelings bottled deep within her. When she was 16 she was inducted into the police force of the city, becoming the youngest detective ever. At the age of 17 was when her power as a pyromancer began to show up more frequently. This, infact scared the shit out of her. This was the only emotion she showed in years. She went to her grandfather, from her fathers side, and found out the truth about her lineage. Over that year, after she was finish with working, she would go to her grandfathers and he would teach her how to control the fire and wield it to her advantage. Even though they cannot start a spark without getting really mad first, she still knows tons of neat tricks. When she was 18, she rightfully earned her lycan hunters license. In these days, since there is so many lycans, lycans have rights just like people. Kuroi can tranquilize a lycan when she sees them doing something wrong, but she cannot kill them without a warrant. She is now 19, with her own team, and one of the best detectives in the town.
Powers:
Pyromancy- 40,000 years ago there existed a dragon by the name of Ash. His scales was the blackish grey of ash, and his fire was so extremely hot. Over thousands of years, humans breed with dragons when they would turn to their human form. Over those years the dragon line lost a certain amount of power that can never be restored. But, in the Getsuei family, there is always profaners. Even though the power skips a generation, the elders of her family believe that the power to wield fire will never die out. Some consider it a curse, some a blessing, but to Kuroi it’s just something her father left behind for her. Her grandfather, as stated in her history, taught her everything he knew about the pyromancy and keeping under control Kuroi can not start the spark to get the fire going. But she is always sure to carry a lighter, a flame thrower, or something of fire to generate it. Once it is generated, she had complete control over the fire. However, when she is destructively pissed off, then she can create that spark. This allows her to go up one power level.
Weapons:
Kuroi was trained with everything from swords to guns. She can use almost anything. Her favorite, however is the rapid-release arrow gun for lycan hunting. She also enjoys getting new high-powered guns. Infact, this is about the only time when you will ever see any true emotion in her eyes is when she gets a new “toy.”
Weakness:
Kuroi’s weaknesses is water and the memories of her parents.
JUST FOR FUN!!! ^.^
Theme Song(s): Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You (Also mine and Jamie’s/Wingly’s/Enigma’s song irl)
The Who- Who Are You
Disturbed- The Game
Three Days Grace- Pain
Avenged Sevenfold - Trashed & Scattered; Beast & The Harlot
Fave food: Steak, shrimp, Lo Mein noodles (pork), chicken, ice cream, and sweets
Least fave food: asparagus
Fave types of songs: Death metal
Rock
Least fave types of songs: Country!!!
Hobbies: Hunting
Getting new guns
Playing with new guns
Reading
Sleeping
Spending time around flowers or gardens
Religion: Wiccan
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: She is human but unknown to her she is a descendant of dragons from 40,000 years ago (powers skip a generation)
Alignment: good
Occupation: Youngest detective of her time, also doubles as a lycan hunter
Power Level: High-tier Medium (when she is calm) Low-tier High (when she is destructively pissed off which hardly happens)
Timeline: Modern
Appearance:
A normal girl seeming to be fresh out of high school would stand along the bridge of the entrance to the city. Her long blond hair, pulled into pig-tales for that particular evening (Varies from time to time but I will say if she changes her hairstyle. If I do not, just assume its in pig-tales) was being tossed about by the same wind that made the waves of the river crash upon the pillars that held up the bridge. The moonlight of the night would bring out the beauty of her pale skin and shine upon her blonde locks. Considering her hair was pulled back, her ears could be shown, and all those silver earrings reflected in the moon’s light. Her grey eyes, as grey as ash, would stare out over the river where the moon reflected off of it beautifully. Her cherry pink lips were closed and becoming slightly chapped due to the brisk air. Even though the air was so frigid she did not bother to huddle in her black trench coat that fell to her ankles. Her hands were stuffed inside the pockets, and thanks to the play of light from the moon, one could probably tell she was playing with something in the pocket of the coat. She suddenly looked annoyed and jerked her hands out of the pockets and pulled the coat off her slender body and draped it along the banister of the bridge. The first thing that would be apparent would be her left arm. It seemed to hold a tattoo of some sort. Upon further inspection, one would clearly see it was a grey dragon. The grey color oddly seemed to match her eyes. At her left wrist was a thick black leather wristband that held a watch on it. On her right upper arm seemed to be a white bandage that seemed to have blood on it. A bite from earlier that night probably. It was a good thing her team carried around the vaccines. On her right wrist was a red studded wristband that stood out like a sore thumb against all that black. All of her fingernails were painted black. Next thing that would capture ones eye would be the black leather dog collar was wrapped around her neck. Below the collar was the black cloth collar of her shirt. At the tips of each side of the collar was a silver rose, her insignia. Coming from under the collar, a small woman’s tie could be seen. It was tied loosely and the silver silk of it brought out the blackness of the shirt. From under the tie, pretty much after the top button, the shirt would open in a diamond cut. If it wasn’t for that black lacy spaghetti strap shirt you would have probably been able to see all of her cleavage. The shirt itself was sleeveless. The collard shirt would end several inches above her belly button and the rest of the black spaghetti strap shirt, with little silver butterflies, covered the rest of her stomach, meeting her black pants. The black pants were loose around her hips and held about three different kinds of belts, one was studded, one was a chain, and one looked as if it were a seatbelt at one point. They all three started at the top of her right hip and was diagonal down to the bottom of her left. Her feet would have steel-toed boots on them with silver roses as some of the buckles. She stood there for a few moments, admiring the view. The blaring of a horn could be heard in the short distance to the end of the bridge. She turned her head and saw the black van that her team used. A small girl came out of the roof of the van and yelled at her. “Come on K-chan! We have a call from Sergeant Guilford. He said there is another lycan attack at the local pub!” A rather hot looking guy stuck his head out of the passenger-side window and smirked. “Time to go kick some ass, my beautiful little doll face!” Kuroi gave him a glare and he held up his hands. “Can’t blame a guy for tryin’, babes.” He and the child would then return back to the van and it would start up. She grabbed her coat and calmly walked back to the van, opening up the back doors, and hoping inside, being sure to shut them before the van took off, leaving smoke behind.
Here is a pic of her. This is not my art nor do I claim it as such.
This is a pic of her shirt that she wares. Again, not my art.
Personality: Basically, with all do respect….. She’s a cold hearted BITCH!
History: Her father was killed by a gang when she but the age of five. From that day forth she set out to be a detective just like her father was. She constantly solved mysteries around her school and took fighting lessons so she could be “tough as nails.” Even still, she had her mother, whom loved to look at the moon, and strived to give Kuroi all she could Kuroi was a sweet child and light of heart. When she was twelve all that changed, however. The problem with the lycans that roamed the city, got worse. That year she had the pleasure of watching one of those monsters gobble down her mother like a midnight snack. This upset her more than anything. She passed out, but when she woke up, she found her house was burnt to a crisp, and the bones of lycans lay in front of her. She roamed the streets some before a cop, one of her father’s friends, Guilford, found her. He took her under his wing and taught her all he could about being a detective. He thought this would bring back some of her happiness, but it didn’t. She remained cold and heartless, willing herself to never again care about anyone. Some say she has lost her mind, while the ones who know her know that she actually just keeps her true feelings bottled deep within her. When she was 16 she was inducted into the police force of the city, becoming the youngest detective ever. At the age of 17 was when her power as a pyromancer began to show up more frequently. This, infact scared the shit out of her. This was the only emotion she showed in years. She went to her grandfather, from her fathers side, and found out the truth about her lineage. Over that year, after she was finish with working, she would go to her grandfathers and he would teach her how to control the fire and wield it to her advantage. Even though they cannot start a spark without getting really mad first, she still knows tons of neat tricks. When she was 18, she rightfully earned her lycan hunters license. In these days, since there is so many lycans, lycans have rights just like people. Kuroi can tranquilize a lycan when she sees them doing something wrong, but she cannot kill them without a warrant. She is now 19, with her own team, and one of the best detectives in the town.
Powers:
Pyromancy- 40,000 years ago there existed a dragon by the name of Ash. His scales was the blackish grey of ash, and his fire was so extremely hot. Over thousands of years, humans breed with dragons when they would turn to their human form. Over those years the dragon line lost a certain amount of power that can never be restored. But, in the Getsuei family, there is always profaners. Even though the power skips a generation, the elders of her family believe that the power to wield fire will never die out. Some consider it a curse, some a blessing, but to Kuroi it’s just something her father left behind for her. Her grandfather, as stated in her history, taught her everything he knew about the pyromancy and keeping under control Kuroi can not start the spark to get the fire going. But she is always sure to carry a lighter, a flame thrower, or something of fire to generate it. Once it is generated, she had complete control over the fire. However, when she is destructively pissed off, then she can create that spark. This allows her to go up one power level.
Weapons:
Kuroi was trained with everything from swords to guns. She can use almost anything. Her favorite, however is the rapid-release arrow gun for lycan hunting. She also enjoys getting new high-powered guns. Infact, this is about the only time when you will ever see any true emotion in her eyes is when she gets a new “toy.”
Weakness:
Kuroi’s weaknesses is water and the memories of her parents.
JUST FOR FUN!!! ^.^
Theme Song(s): Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You (Also mine and Jamie’s/Wingly’s/Enigma’s song irl)
The Who- Who Are You
Disturbed- The Game
Three Days Grace- Pain
Avenged Sevenfold - Trashed & Scattered; Beast & The Harlot
Fave food: Steak, shrimp, Lo Mein noodles (pork), chicken, ice cream, and sweets
Least fave food: asparagus
Fave types of songs: Death metal
Rock
Least fave types of songs: Country!!!
Hobbies: Hunting
Getting new guns
Playing with new guns
Reading
Sleeping
Spending time around flowers or gardens
Religion: Wiccan