Kyoko Akiko~fin

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~General Information~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Name: Akiko, Kyoko

Alias: Kyo-chan

Gender:Female

Age:159

Visual Age: appears early teens late twenties

Race: Arrancar

Hollow Hole Location: Left leg

Mask Fragment Description:On her face

Sexual Orientation: (optional)

Extra Information: (optional. Things that didn’t go into the other categories would go here)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Appearance~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Her face structure is beautifully crafted, with a piece of her mask on her cheek, over all her facial structure is beautiful, decorated with coal eyes, that seems to reflect anyone she talks to in them, like a pool of black water. Her skin is flawless (the skin you can see that is), soft as sand and seems to shine in a dark night. Often covered by a lavender bang, that sticks out of her long pitch black hair, with a purplish bluish tint to it, that comes down to her hips.


Kyoko is tall at 5’9, Kyoko has the body of an hour glass, every curve where it belongs. A body of a dark goddess and one that ever man would want. Kyoko although blessed with an amazing body, she hides it under an arrancar uniform. Her sleek arms hidden by clothe. Soft hands that can either destroy, or protect. Under the uniform are scars, running up and down her skin, unknown to everyone but herself.





Clothing and Armour:

Kyoko usually is found standing up straight, she keeps good posture, unless she is sitting down then her legs always goes to her chest, her arms around her legs. Her uniform is a dress, with long sleeves that covers her arms. The normal arrancar colors; black and white.

Reiatsu Color: Purple

Body Type: slender.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Persona~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Personality: Rude, Obnoxious, heartless killer.


Are the few things Kyoko Akiko. Is not. She is a kind spirit, even though she is an arrancar. Kyoko, would expect at first glance you would think she was a roughen. When really she is a kind woman. Who wished not for death but for peace? She hardly talks out, not unless you push her towards it. She despises anyone who thinks they are better then any other soul. She dislikes greatly, people who disregard others and she'll save a shinigami if they are being jumped by a group of arrancars, vice versa for an arrancar.

Kyoko is a kind spirit. She won’t kill unless she has her life on the line. Her being a loyal arrancar by heart, but if you cross her she will not be kind. She seems to fight calmly, almost never over-reacting. She seems to hold an unknown wisdom about her, and a person can easily be calmed by her presence ((when she’s not angered by them))

She often holds a blank expression on her face, causing some people to think of her as mysterious. Because behind her coal eyes lays a kindness, she often enjoys her solitude, even though sometimes she'll go out of her solitude. She doesn't like to take sides, because she see's a sort of corruption in both sides, so she tends to stay in the side lines, but do not throw her off as weak, she is quiet powerful.

Fears: Fire.

Weaknesses: Could use the fact she is friendly and caring for anyone against her.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~History~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Bio:Kyoko, was born by a mother filled with cancers and an abusive drunk father. She grew up in a poor home, and what little she had, she made up in wits. Her mother had been constantly sick and her father had been at work most of the time. Kyoko had usually taken days off of school to care for her mother, thus she grew up fast, always mature for her age, taking care of her mother, and taking what her father through at her quietly. When she turned twelve her father, had taken the abuse to a sexual level, staying quiet about it, and worst, her bed rest mother could only watch.



When she was sixteen her father had killed himself, she didn’t seem to mind. She only worried on how the money would come in, instead of putting her time in finding a job, she came up with a simple solution, Thievery, and oddly she was well at it. Never getting caught. She continued this for four years. On her twentieth birthday she was working with two lovers, Nikki and Monica, two girls from the states, what she didn’t know the police were already suspecting the gang of thieves to attempt their theft. But the thieves didn’t find out they were being watched, until the end of their plot. Hidden behind a wall, they were cornered. Nikki and Monica, wanting nothing but to die together and not in prison decided to sacrifice their selves for their fellow jewel thief to escape, and so Kyoko did, without a second thought, without the guilt on her head.



The night she had came home, karma hit her. Her mother had died. Kyoko was shattered, she couldn’t claw her way out of the denial. Her mother died, April first so every April she leaves on her mothers tombstone a rose and a crystal.



Kyoko’s final moments in life were out of greed, and filled with the other sins, she had died in a fire. Letting greed take over her final moments in life, after killing most of the guests to a manor, she stole all of their gold and crystals. Thus it slowing her down and the fire she herself had started consuming her.



Kyoko’s life as a hollow went by quickly, she was sort of the weaker of the hollows at first, thus many stronger hollows tried attacking her, which was were they would be wrong, although she would seem as if a weak hollow, the more hollows attacked her the stronger she had gotten, and soon she was where she is now, alone and with no one. She will never complain about it, she had a friend, whose name escapes her, but she seen him pledge his alliance to the destruction of the soul society. She would never do that, she pledged her alliance to no one.






Roleplay Sample:

[blockquote] Site:: Despair City



thread:: Angels deserve to die.



It was dark out, the clouds have swallowed the harvest moon, nothing could be seen, but the dimly lit street lights. The casual screams of those who we’re before sin and dying could be heard. Despair filled the air. A dog, much larger then any dog seen..no it wasn’t a dog, it was a large wolf, with human eyes, the tint of gold in them. They stared up to the building, a cross on there.



She stared up to the cathedral; her fur had been perched in anger, a low growl in her throat. How come inside I cry, when angels deserve to die… She thought acidly, then let out a howl of anger and she jumped onto the steps the clawing at the side of it as she did her best to tackle down the cross.



She continued to tackle it, before collapsing behind it. Her eyes going to the sky, as she slowly morphed into a woman, she had been beautiful, as if she fell from the heavens, which she did so long ago. She stayed on the ground, on her stomach; she had tackled the cross to the point bruise climbed up her arm, like a ladder. She panted softly, tears slowly drained out of her eyes, as it rained, so no one would know it was tears. But who would be up here?



”Father! Why have you forsaken me in your eyes? Forsaken me, in your thoughts?! Why have you forsaken me in your heart?! Why me! When millions of other angels deserved this fate! Angel’s Deserve to die!” She shouted as she slowly crawled to her feet and kicked at the cross, before falling on her back, it just wouldn’t fall. Her legs slowly slide up, so if she was sitting they’d be to her chest. Her ruised arm went over her eyes, for a thousand years..she’s killed a million petty souls..but she could never kill him. Her breathing became soft as she calmed down, for a million years..she could never forget the pain of betrayal. Was this how Lucifer felt? Did he miss the heavens,



She would have never acted like that if she was in front of her people, but she wasn’t she was alone. But Lucifer had feared her; why else would he tell her ex lord that this would be such a curse to her, she let out a shaky sigh. She loved her lord, but Lucifer was his favorite the morning star. A low growl exited her throat. But then he betrayed her, she was simply creating her own army. The words that her lord had told her before he cursed her were still floating in her head.





”False gods, create false angels.”





She wouldn’t die this time. Her eyes narrowed from under the cover of her arm, she would win; the angels would die, the demon’s would die those were her enemy, those we’re her people’s enemy. She would not die and leave them again. Never again. She would win this time, her hands curled into a fist.

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