Elizabeth is a linked character to Akane.
Name: Akane Hirenoo
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Eye Color: BLUE.
Hair Color: Red-copper
Skin Color: Pale
Height: 156cm
Weight: 50kg
Origin: Florin City; half-Japanese (father's side), moved when 9 because of her mother's family circumstances.
Occupation: Waitress on the weekends at her father's sushi restaurant. Monster hunter and spirit detective (supposedly) other days.
Stats
Scholar ♦♦♦___
Chaotic • Evil • Sun
| Attributes | Body | Mind | Soul | | Resources | | Initiative |
|---|
| Power | 4 BP | 2 MP | 4 SP | | Health: | 5 | | +6 |
| Reaction | 3 BR | 2 MR | 3 SR | | Brains: | 5 | | Movement |
|---|
| Fortitude | 2 BF | 3 MF | 3 SF | | Calm: | 5 | | 3 base +1 race | 4 |
Stress Explosion: xxxxxx
Stress Relief: xxxxxxx
Traits:
- Giant Boobs A - Yes, they're natural. Wanna feel them? There's a cost, of course.
- Exceptional Strength D+ – Akane is far stronger than she looks, and is capable of wrestling grown men twice her size with moderate exertion. The origin of this particular trait is unknown, but seems to be a recent development.
- xxxx x - n/a
Unique Skill
- Mystic Eyes of Soul Perception EX - Akane has an Excuse to see spirits and souls, and has some ability to control them. This ability to control souls is difficult to do when bound to a living vessel, however they can be used to influence, charm, or terrify. Akane has possessed these eyes for as long as she can remember.
Skills
| Skill name (stat) | Ranks (XP) | Total | Description |
| Athletics | B | +4/1s | Despite her appearance, is quite fit and athletic. |
| Awareness | C | +3/1s | General perception and ability to notice things. |
| Brawling/Improvised | D+ | +1/2s;+T | Relying primarily on her physical strength and a few free martial arts classes taken at the mall when she was younger. |
| Item Creation (Blood) | D | +1/1s | Akane can process blood to have it remain "alive" long after it has left its original body. What she can actually do with it is the question. |
| Influence | C++ | +2/1s | While above average in talking with people, if she can use her mystic eyes it no longer becomes a matter of normal conversation. |
| Lore (General) | D | +1/1s | A high school education, supplemented with a bit of college. |
| Presence Concealment | C+ | +2/2s | Sneaking at night and avoiding the heightened senses of ghouls and lycanthropes. While not great, she is at least consistent. |
Unspent XP: 20
Possessions
- Housing: A former cafe+deli that has been halfway converted to living space. The butchery room is still in order, and all of the equipment from the previous owner is still there.
- 5 canopic jars of "living" blood, heart included. 3 bottles (750mL each) of "living" blood without a heart.
- Two sets of hunting clothes, 5 sets of normal clothing, 12 sets of lingerie in varying degrees of cleanliness and use.
- Custom (hack-job) "stun rod"; uses several 9 volt batteries in a magazine and only gets a few zaps out of each load, but can put down even ghouls if you hit the right spot.
- Exceedingly well stocked first-aid kit, as well as a stock of stolen medical supplies.
Backstory/Concept
Fuck, that's a lot of blood. Too much. Probably. It's so hard to tell. My body is still numb from being hit with that stun rod. Elizabeth got it worse; the ghoul swiped her knife after incapacitating me.
I could maybe fix her throat.
To bind her soul to her body long enough to get home... Fuck it, she can't remain normal and survive this. So I'll make her a monster like me. I guess a vampire would be best.
She can hate me or forgive me if she wants. I won't let her die for my mistakes.
I slowly rouse back to reality; the hot water of the shower feebly attempting to clean me. I paid the rent. I thought again back to that night, barely a month ago. It feels like yesterday. It feels like forever. Elizabeth forgave me... but was it her or my gaeas? The sin of what I did to her is as hard to wash away as the filth I let inside myself. But... I can't say...
I can't say I regret anything. Saving her. Pleasing him. Accepting this rot into my being, into my skull, into my soul. I hear laughter in my voice.
Save for the sound of water hitting my body and the tiled floor, there is silence. I am laughing, cruelly, mockingly.
But it's not me. ...is it...?
Character Goals
- Learn magic, either through her eyes, or through her blood-craft.
- Kill the landlord while retaining ownership of her home. Make him suffer.
- Learn what else lurks in her head.
