User:Kyasurin
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Description
Upon looking at Kyasurin, one would notice...
Gender: Female
Age: She died at a tender 13 years of age, and she doesn't know how long she's been dead; although, since she has not completely adjusted, one would guess that it hasn't been more than a couple months at most.
Race: Human/Ghost (OOC note- I would have used Undead, but I always think of undead as zombies. Besides, I didn't what it to be patently obvious that she was dead.)
Coloring: Death robbed her body of all color. Upon dying, her vibrant blue eyes faded to a dull gray, her brown hair turned black, and her healthy, sun-kissed skin changed to a ghostly pale.
Frame: Small
Height: 5' 1" or, for those that use the metric system, roughly 155 cm.
Weight: 100 lbs or, for those that use the metric system, roughly 45 kg.
Other: Her long, straight hair is disheveled and parted down the middle. She has a long torso and arms, which she thinks is unattractive (seeing as the men back home always went for the leggy women).
Miscellaneous
Other things you may find interesting.
Class: Bard (primarily plays the mandolin, though she also sings)
Spouse: Married to a Prince three times her age; in love with the son of a Baron ("Prince" as in ruler of a principality, not as in the son of a king).
Clan: None
Alignment: Good
Is good at: Putting on a brave face whenever she's annoyed, even when she's scared; playing the mandolin.
Is bad at: Hiding her fear when there's nothing to be mad at; trusting people.
Greatest fear: That the demons that dragged her down into Hell will find her and take her back.
Doesn't realize: That the demons aren't as onmipotent as they led her to believe; she still has a purpose on earth.
Likes: Flowers, fire, warm breezes, cute things that kick ass
Dislikes: Being touched (they might go through her), impoliteness, Vurius, perverts of all kinds (especially pedophiles)
She has adopted Nathifa as her little sister; mess with her and she will kick. Your. Buttocks.
Biography
When Kyasurin died, she lost all memory of her life, so this will start from her awakening... At least until she regains her memories.
The Awakening
When I woke up, I was flat on my back in the woods. I had no recollection of who I was or what had led to my current predicament, but as I looked at myself, I knew something was amiss. My ivory dress was covered in gray stains of different shades, as well as holes; some clean as if from a sharp blade, others rough as if from a jagged rock.
I got to my feet and peered into the nearby pond. As I memorized my face (like I said; no memories) I wondered what I was going to do. It was the middle of the night, but somewhere nearby, I heard wailing. Putting my melodrama on hold, I followed the sound until I reached the edge of the woods. What I saw really through me for a loop.
A young girl, about my age, was in the arms of a woman (presumably her mother), who was sobbing uncontrollably. When a nearby man (her father, perhaps?) moved and I saw her face, I was horrified. The girl's body sported numerous wounds and a ragged, bloodstained dress, but that's not what disturbed me. The girl's face was identical to my own. That girl was me. I was dead.
If I could have fainted upon such a realization, I'm sure I would have. How could you not? That's quite a revelation. I stumbled backwards, my mind reeling. Suddenly I heard someone behind me murmur one word. "Kyasurin..." I spun around, looking for the owner of the voice.
"Yoo hoo, up here!"
I looked up. In one of the trees was a little black imp with piercing red eyes and yellow teeth. It was... grinning at me, which was very disturbing to say the least. "Um... are you... talking to me?" I asked.
"Of course! Your name's Kyasurin, after all."
"It is?"
"Oh, jeez. I hate when this happens..." The imp jumped down and pulled a book from thin air. It was black, with dog-earred pages yellowed from age. The imp scanned the book until it found what it was looking for. "Post-Mortem Memory Loss... often irreversible. Quite common in young deaths. It sucks, really." The imp grinned. "Well... for you, anyway."
Suddenly the ground beneath my feet opened up and black tendrils wrapped themselves around my body. "No... no!" I screamed as I was dragged down into the deep, black abyss.
The Underworld
To be continued...
Recovered Memories
- She was a mandolin player in life.
- She also remembers several songs she used to play.
- She remembers her little sister.
- She was in a bad marriage.
- She can't recall who she was with, or that she loved someone else, only that she was unhappy.
- She was... "taken advantage of" while she was married.
- She considers it her biggest mistake, though it was an arranged (read: forced) marriage.