Moya Ketsu [Bount]

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Name: Moya Ketsu (Goes by Strawberry)

Age: She is 328 but appears to be 15

Birthplace: Hawaii

Looks:

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Moya is a dark ivory color with almost invisible freckles crossing her nose and under her eyes. You have to look really close to see them. Her body is slim and she doesn’t seem very muscular. Her body has a long and lanky build making her seem much taller than she really is.
Her legs and arms are long and she has a short torso. Her body isn’t exactly curvy but it is enough to suffice. She has waist length muted red-brown hair and almost glowing blood red eyes. Her hair frames her slender face making it seem softer than it really is. Moya wears a cream colored hoodie that reaches down to her thighs. Underneath she wears a pair of black shorts and panty hose. On her shorts is a chain with a cracking dragon egg charm. She wears a pair of long converses that got up to her knee. She is always seen with her strange cat Coco.

Personality: Moya has a mask that covers and hides away her true self. On the inside Moya is blood thirsty and loves killing. She is unpredictable and doesn’t seem to have a real way of thinking. Like her body acts on its own. Just killing away and seeking more blood. She is truly sadistic and cold. Hating all that surrounds her. Her heart only holds enough space for Coco and her doll. Her soul feels empty and she is very lonely. Yet on the outside, the her that she has recreated locking away the other one, is a warm kind hearted girl. Yet she is somewhat masochistic. Always playful and giggling, yet she holds a strange interest to dead things and cryptozoology. She is very artistic and loves writing poems and drawing. She will always do her best to help others. All she wants is others to be happy even at the cost of her own happiness. As a bount she is not human and believes she does not deserve happiness because of that. So she makes those around her happy, and this is her happiness. The essence of her being.

Gender: Female

Occupation: Moya lives in a small house. Living and working as a psychic. She doesn’t tell fortunes, she helps solve crimes and find ghost “haunting” people. Other than that she does lots of paintings to sell. So you could call her a “Starving Artist.”

Special Characteristics:She has a strange nervous habit of coughing up blood insane amounts of blood that would kill a normal human. Her blood is oddly darker than normal blood and takes on a blackish color. Other than that she has normal days, days she can’t eat more than a few bites, and then lastly days she pukes up everything she eats. Moya also likes to battle her own battles at times and her preferred weapon is a scythe.

Race: American

Doll Name: Tatsu Hisame

Doll Description:

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In his dormant state he is a black cracking dragon egg charm that is kept attached to a chain on Moya’s shorts. Once released he becomes a large dragon roughly the size of a one story building from shoulder to claw. He has glowing yellow eyes and pure black scales that are darker than the night sky on a new moon. His wings stretch out about twice the size of his body so his weight won’t keep him down. He has a line of dangerous spikes running the length of his body.

Doll Personality: His personality is that of the sealed Moya. Blood lustful and sadistic. He loves watching blood get spilled, and others pain is his enjoyment. Once battling he can’t stop himself until he hears the cries begging for mercy. He usually will kill them anyway. He has a heart though and will ask if they have a last wish before they die, or if they have any last words.

Doll Powers: Black fire

Acid blood-When wounded and his blood spills it is very hot and leaves clear burn marks on whatever it touches. It is very painful and is a bright red. After about ten minutes though the burning of the blood will go away and will be safe to touch.

Black breath-As a dragon he breaths and controls black fire. The fire has soft dark purple hues mixed in with it where the fire is hottest.( Though the fire can also be made very cold.) The fire can’t be used for a long time or else it just won’t work anymore.

Silver toungue- Tatsu can emit a high frequency sound like and isotonic beat. The sounds messes with the brain pattern of the opponent and puts them into a trance like stat. Though this power is very hard to use, and is more than likely to not work.


Spirit Power:
Tatsu-16
Moya-10

Speed:
Tatsu-16
Moya- 7

Technique:
Tatsu-14
Moya-3

Fighting Skill:
Tatsu-14
Moya- 10

History: Moya at a young age noticed how she was different from other children. She enjoyed watching other things suffer. She stayed along from the rest. An outcast for being so cold, others picked on her. She would painfully hurt most of them and kept getting in trouble. Moya began changing. A shell taking its place around her, a smiling mask that hid her pain inside. She knew she would always be alone even with these other people around her. Yet her whole life became about making them happy no matter what the cost. Moya didn’t mind the teasing and the hurting. Yet it affected her health. She began coughing and puking up blood when she got really nervous. On some days she found she just couldn’t eat. On others she would eat a lot of food but end up puking it all up. Her parents didn’t care though. Her father was abusive and her mother a scared alcoholic. She reached age fifteen, and over the years she just stopped growing. It was then she left in the middle of the night.
Her true powered began awakening. Ghost became visible to her, and very delicious looking. She found she could feed on these dead humans and it was then she found what she was. A bount. Her doll formed and she always kept it on a chain attached to her pants. She stopped using her real name and began going by the name Strawberry.

Moya lived on the streets working as a psychic and selling beautiful art. Living to make those around her happy. Keeping few real friends by her side. From then on she told herself she would find another bount. A friend to share her immortal loneliness with.

Role Playing Sample: The breeze swayed through the grass singing a song of the past it had to tell. Of the things it had seen or heard. Of the wars won and lost. Of the blood that long ago disappeared from this field. The large field was encircled by close knit trees and vines. Like a fence to keep the worlds corruption out. The grass grew high and untamed. Birds dancing through the sky, and dew drops slipping peacefully down the long stalks of grass.

A young kitten disturbed the tall grass. Rolling, jumping, and fighting with imaginary monsters. Not far off from the kitten was a young looking girl with glowing red eyes and muted red brown hair. Her eyes were half closed and a blissful looked crossed her face. A thin line of dark colored blood ran from the corner of her lips. It look old, but the girl seemed uninjured.

She ran her fingers across the sticky backs of the tall grass. A tingling feeling on her tongue, the taste of metal still stuck on her lips. She fully closed her eyes with a soft sigh. “Moya Ketsu, Haze Blood.” The girl scoffed softly. “What kind of name is that. Sounds like I was doomed to be like this no matter what.” She rolled over in the grass. Her back to the warm Japanese sun.

Even on this summer day Moya was ice cold. The warmth of the kitten now curled between her shoulder blades couldn’t penetrate her ice. She was cold like a dead body. When she sat quietly tuning her hearing up, listening intently to the sounds around her. She could hear the soft purring breath of Coco, and the heartbeat that just barely thumped. Yet when she listened inside her own body not sound thumped. No life seemed to be inside her.

Moya turned her head to the side with a soft sigh. Opening her eyes and watching the sun slip farther and farther down to the west. Fireflies began dancing around her. They were her only light on this night. The new moon black as the sky it sat in. In this dark lonliness he thought to herself once again.

Hollow, they have no heart, yet can be loyal to one another. She wondered what emotions ran through them without a heart. She wondered what other bounts felt when they were alone as she now was, or the Shinigami? Did they feel guilt when they kill a bount, or a hollow, or another shinigami? All these thoughts ran through her head. Each a question but none had an answer. She wondered if she would ever find out.

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