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Name: Zirhna Kirnashi
Age: 16 Race: Half-demon elf Her Race's effects: She often keeps it a secret, but for the few that know, most of them are scared of her because of it. She neither wants to be picked on or be scared of, so she tries to act with charm to convince people that know that she is not a bad Half-Demon elf, but the charm affect fails in this circumstance. Since 1 of the students know, the rumor spreads like a disease in an instant, and cause people to be scared of her, yet treat her worse than before because of what she is. they also call her "Big Ears" Because they didn't know what an Elf was. Her theme song: Question! Sex: Female Hair: Black, long hair Eyes: Green Weight: 100 lbs Height: 5"3' Weapon: The sharp tip of the top of her umbrella (that can poison things). Poison's effect- can paralyze and cause a lot of pain for up to 160 seconds (2 minutes). Strengths: In the rain, she can shield herself from getting wet. She also has one ability called Charm, making her try and convince the enemy she is harmless, therefore she can attack. That attack only works on humans though. She also has the ability to know what someone is weak against by looking at them, but this only works on monsters in the wild. If she tried to use it on humans, she might get the strengths instead (if unlucky). When using Charm: she usually holds her hands to her mouth like this Weakness: If she gets wet, it slows her down quite a bit also. Also, because she doesn't like to harm others as much, and hates fighting, she often breaks into tears, making her extremely vulnerable. She also usually wants to commit suicide, which is bad because that makes her weaker also. The way it makes her weaker is that when she becomes suicidal she is blind to everything around her, all she hears is what she wants to hear, and what she wants to hear is convincing her to be suicidal. Skills/Magic: She can't use magic, and she doesn't have any skills other than charging at her target and slashing with her umbrella. Appearance:  Personality: She is very shy and nervous most the time, she never is willing to fight, but will in the case of protecting herself, and that only. She can easily be defeated due to her weaknesses, although she might not give in that fast. She is mostly always sad, and she is actually sort of suicidal at times when she is in extreme emotional pain, which she usually is in since her parents also abandoned her on the street. Biography: Zirhna was born in the town of Hertani, and barley ever knew her parents. Her parents abandoned her many years ago when she was three, expecting her to live on her own, and also because she was too hard for them to take care of. She had once had an elder sister, but she died in a car crash a few days after she was abandoned, therefore, her childhood was very abusive. She was made fun of in school, which she still had to get to on her own, and if it was raining all she had was her black umbrella to guard her. Everyone in her school called her a weakling, because she couldn't fight back to anyone. The kids usually pushed her around too. She reacts to this by crying and trying to run away, or trying to hit the person with her umbrella, which at the age she was right now, didn't know that the tip was poison and can hurt someone badly. She also never had any pets or familiars, and the only thing she believed in was if she commits suicide then she can live in a better place. She never had a home, and she never will if the way her life is right now continues, She might even die. She has been wandering aimlessly through her town since she was 4, and she survived to be 16. Now, she is finally leaving her life in the town behind her and going away, into the dangerous unknown of her future. Due to her lack of power, she is unable to kill others, and she is not very easy going. She really dislikes mean people, and she likes nice people and other kids that are in the same situation as her. She is really fond of her umbrella, since she had it forever, and even if people are mean to her, she tries her hardest to be kind to them. Her goal is to meet someone that will love and care for her, unlike her other family in Hertani. She has many times considered the possibility of death, also, due to her suicidal state. She rarely thinks of anything else, to be exact. Later on in her life, she wandered into a smaller town named Ztrana, and she stayed there for awhile. She was able to use her Charm ability to make some more friends than in the last town, and she gained a place to stay from her friend Kirnish. Soon after Zirhna was calling Kirnish her sister, and often stayed around Kirnish in horrible situations. For example, the day that Kirnish's mom was yelling at a store clerk, This frightened Zirhna and she hid behind Kirnish. Soon after that, Kirnish's mom was arrested for driving with a suspended license, which she got from running a red light and the ticket was sent to the wrong address, causing Kirnish to leave Zirhna to go see her mom one day, and Kirnish was killed in an accident with the car she was in. This made Zirhna even more suicidal, she felt everyone that she loved the most that was near her would die. She felt she was cursed, and after that, she left again. She was never found for awhile, until now. -- ~Approved by teh awsome Ciroton!~
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Approved by Dear Sweet Simplicity ^^
Here is ma newest character, hope you all enjoy ^^ you may want to go get a soda and some food for this one, cuz its a long one
 Name: Reiha of the Flame Sword (Reiha[ray-hah]Ayame [eye-ahh-may]) Age: 20 Race: Human/Soul Reaper Eye Colour: Red Hair Colour: Red Theme Song:Dance With the Devil by: Breaking Benjamin Weapons: Reiha carries a long katana named Shakugan which is her Zanpakuto. This katana is light, the blade sharp, and its movement swift. Armor: Reiha has no armor. All she wears is a long black coat, a black shirt or a white shirt, a black skirt, and black leggings.(see description for better idea!) If you noticed, she doesn’t where the traditional Soul Reaper clothing Strengths: Reiha is very swift in her movements. She is a master swordsman or swordswoman. Her katana is light giving her movement a given advantage. She is very agile and only master swords men can even come remotely close to hitting her. Weaknesses: Although Reiha is agile, she is a girl and has a smaller frame then men. She can be easily hurt by strong blows to her midsection. Any strong blow can knock her off her feet. Although, it may be extremely hard for someone to land a blow on something they can’t see, let alone catch. Skills: Shikai: This is the first spell obtained by Soul Reapers. It is used to defeat evil spirits and rivals. This spell uses Spiritual Pressure to disable a foe however like Ban Kai, it has a set limit though it can be used much longer than Ban Kai. The more Spiritual Pressure, the longer and stronger the Shikai. Reiha’s Shikai is flames in the shapes of flowers swirling around her body and blade in which she can use both to her will. Ban Kai: This is a powerful spell that only high level soul reapers can use. This spell draws out the soul within the Zanpakuto and unleashes its strength. However, there is a risk to using this skill, once they use Ban Kai, they have an almost set time limit for how long they can use it, and once that time limit is up, the wielder goes back to normal. In doing so, the wielder becomes very weakened, and this is when most Soul Reapers die. The stronger the Soul Reaper, the longer the time limit. When Reiha calls upon her Ban Kai, fire swirls around her body and forms a massive flaming phoenix. With its wings outstretched, this winged creature takes flight, burning everything in its path, and leaving nothing but soot and ash of her enemies. Description: Reiha1 Reiha2 Reiha3 Reiha4 Personality: Reiha has a very fiery personality, she doesn’t let anything stand in her way. This sometimes gets her into trouble because since she is so hot-headed she doesn’t know when to back down. She has few friends, perhaps one or two that know her slightly. She is a very good asset in battles though, her swiftness with her blade and the sharpness of her movements make her a master in the art of battle. Bio: Was just a normal day for her. But then again, what was normal to her. She was a strange child, even when she was of younger age. She never had many friends, some looked at her oddly, and some just didn’t look at her at all. Perhaps this is why she is the way that she is. Perhaps this is why, she is Reiha Ayame. Reiha was born in a small little fishing village. Her father was a fisherman, and her mother, well her mother had recently grown ill and couldn’t go to work. She had an illness that was slowly killing her. Reiha was young when her mother had fallen ill, so she didn’t fully understand what was happening. Her older sister Sayuri knew what was happening, but her father had told her not to tell Reiha about the pain their mother was in. Reiha was only six back then, so it was only natural that she didn’t understand, but she was smart. She knew when she would go and see mother, and when she should leave her alone. Reiha’s mother had always been kind and gentle. She had a soothing voice that, from what Reiha could see, calmed even the most vicious of storms. She never raised her voice, never got angry, never seemed to even get irritated. She had light blue coloured eyes that were serene and beautiful to look at. Her mother was of the water element, cool and calm and graceful. Reiha’s father on the other hand was slightly stubborn, and didn’t like to give up. His voice was gruff and scratchy, like when someone has a sore throat. But he had gentle eyes, eyes of a caring man. His eyes were a soft brown colour with a bit of amber in them. Occasionally he raised his voice at Reiha or Sayuri, but he never truly got mad at them. He was the earth element for he was strong and sturdy. But in being the earth element, he did sometimes butt heads with Reiha, since she was of the fire element. Her sister Sayuri was a sweet girl, but she tended to do things that seemed on accident, like making food, she made it look like the food just cooked itself. Reiha’s sister was a bit spastic at times, Sayuri seemed to jump out of her skin at the slightest scare, and perhaps it was just her element. Sayuri was of the wind element, which made her jumpy and jittery and also quiet energetic. When Reiha’s mother died, her small family went into turmoil. Her father became an empty shell of a man, and her sister busied herself throughout the day that any time Reiha wanted anything, her sister was too tired to do it. Reiha was ten when this happened, so she had learned that her mother was destined to die. She was destined to die, I know this, but I still feel the terrible dread of it. . . Reiha went through this same routine everyday for a couple of years, however, when she was thirteen, she decided that that was the time to get out. Her father had become worse, he was an empty shell that did nothing, he barely even ate. Her sister was so tired, that she never had the energy to do anything. Reiha’s fiery nature led her to this decision, being as she is one that needs to be doing something, because when someone of the fire element is bored, their destructiveness comes out. Reiha looked to the sky, remembering her family saddened her, and how she left them. She did it secretively, running away in the dead of night while everyone was sleeping. But she figured it had been the right decision. Reiha packed her things swiftly, she was leaving her small home, and the memories of the life she had lived here. The good memories and the bad ones, she was leaving them both, she knew if she retained those memories, she would be struck with homesickness, and she didn’t need that. She grabbed her small katana, it was nothing special, just a steel blade with a hilt and it actually wasn’t even hers. The night was dark, the moon an eerie pale sliver of a crescent. She rushed out of her small home quickly and silently, not disturbing anyone. Her steps quick and agile, yet something didn’t feel right. The air was stale and the presence of something sinister was all around her. This night is strange, it’s ominous. Is it telling me to return? No, I must keep going. She felt a blade slip in front of her throat, and she almost let out a scream, it was the last thing she saw before complete and utter blackness. Reiha’s eyes widened at this past thought it was how she became what she was, or what led her on her way to becoming what she was . . . Reiha stirred slightly, she was cold, no she was beyond cold, she was frigid and numb. She couldn’t move her body, and she didn’t know why. She felt like she was tied up, but she heard a few voices. “Looks like she’s coming around.” “Let her have some space Untah!” “Mimori go get some water for her” “Okay Satsu.” Reiha’s eyes opened slowly, the voices were warm, not cold like she had expected. She looked around, the room was somewhat run down, but it had a “homey” feel to it. She understood why she couldn’t move, for she had on about fifty pounds of blankets on her. But she couldn’t understand why she was so cold. “Welcome to the Soul Society, I am Satsu. Who are you?” The woman named Satsu had warm, caring eyes of the colour green. Her long black hair was shinning beautiful if the light streaming down from the window, and her face was a soft round shape. “I’m . . . . I’m Reiha . . . why am I so cold?” “That because your dead!” “Untah! Get out of here!” Dead? There was no way. How could she be dead, where was she. This place was so strange, it was not bleak like her hometown but brightly coloured. “Why does he say that I am dead?” Satsu turned back to Reiha, unsure of what to say. “Well you see Reiha . . . you were killed but you were saved by what we call Soul Reapers. The Soul Reaper sent you here, to the Soul Society, where the souls of the dead and the Soul Reapers live. So . . . you are unfortunately dead Reiha . . .” Reiha couldn’t believe her ears?!? She hadn’t even left her village, she had only ventured a little ways from her home, and she was killed! What would become of her father and sister when they found out she was dead. “Here is some water. I’m Mimori.” Mimori was a short girl, probably around Reiha’s age. She had short brown hair and amber eyes. She had a small smile but a big heart and she was very kind. “And I’m Untah!” Untah had spiky blonde hair, and he was pretty arrogant. Though he was kind hearted and stood up for his friends in the time of need. But he was pretty blunt about things. “So I’m dead . . . are you all dead?” Reiha’s hands trembled a bit, she was afraid to accept the fact that she was dead. “Yes we all are. We are souls in the Soul Society where the Soul Reapers protect us.” “Yeah we found you on the outskirts of the society, you looked pretty beat up, and so we brought you here.” “I carried you back all by myself haha” Reiha looked at these people, they were strange but welcoming and funny. Although, she was dead, it almost didn’t feel like she was dead. Soul Reapers, how interesting . . . “Will you tell me more about Soul Reapers miss Satsu?” “Since you just arrived here, I suppose you wouldn’t know. Soul Reapers are dead souls just like us, however they have a higher concentration of Spiritual Pressure.” Satsu told Reiha of the Soul Reapers. They were defenders of the Soul Society and also of the living world. She told of how Soul Reapers travel to the human world in order to escort lost souls to the Soul Society and also to destroy the evil Hollows. She told Reiha about how there were twelve elite squads, each with their own individual responsibilities. She also told Reiha about their weapons, the Zanpakuto, and how each Zanpakuto is warped to the Soul Reaper’s Spiritual Pressure. The more Spiritual Pressure, the larger the Zanpakuto. Reiha found this all quiet fascinating, and wondered if she had the ability to become a Soul Reaper. “Tell me Miss Satsu . . . Can anyone become a Soul Reaper?” “You can stop calling me miss, Reiha. And no, not just anyone, only people with the ability to manifest their own Spiritual Pressure is qualified to become a Soul Reaper. But that’s just to get into the academy.” “What is Spiritual Pressure, and how does a person manifest it?” “Spiritual Pressure is similar to say a person’s strength. However it involves the mind and spirit instead of body and muscle. Spiritual Pressure is pretty much the presence someone emits when they are around other people, like a person’s vibe. If a person has strong Spiritual Pressure, you can feel it nearly radiating off of them, if a person has weak Spiritual Pressure, then not so much. Also, the Spiritual Pressure acts the way a person does, if the person is good, then they use their Spiritual Pressure in good ways, and they are evil, then of course they will use it in a bad way. A person who is evil and uses Spiritual Pressure is a threat to the Soul Society and its inhabitants and therefore must either be destroyed or detained.” The academy . . . how interesting this Soul Society place is. “Once you get in the academy, you learn the spells of a Soul Reaper and eventually, you take a large test that qualifies you to become eligible to become a Soul Reaper, fail the test, and you are sent back to the classes where you scored the lowest on the test.” “Yeah, but is a disgrace to fail, so usually either everyone passes, or anyone who fails disappears.” “Satsu, how do you get into the academy?” “Well, once a year they have trials where you test into the academy. The trials change every year, but they are centered around whether or not you can manifest your Spiritual Pressure, a written test and a physical exam. Now from what I’ve heard, there are pretty tough. And I believe you have to be at least sixteen” Damn. That was the only thing that came to mind. Reiha was only twelve, but there was a benefit to this, she could train for the next four years in order to get accepted in the academy. “Reiha, you aren’t thinking about training to join the academy, are you?” “I am Satsu, this whole Soul Reaper thing interests me, and I want to give it a try.” Satsu sighed, this girl was a fiery spirit. “Well, it’s a good thing all of us found you. I’m a retired Soul Reaper, and I’m training Untah and Mimori to get accepted into the academy as well, I don’t think having a third would be bad.” Reiha was amazed at this, she was to be trained under a Soul Reaper veteran. A person who knew what it was like, and who had gone through all of the trials of becoming a Soul Reaper. “But you should rest tonight, your body pretty much just went through hell. You’re probably feeling cold, and that’s natural, so rest young Reiha, and tomorrow we’ll start your training.” Reiha couldn’t help but remember Satsu’s warm face. She also remembered Unta’s kiddy smile and Mimori’s sincerity. They had taken in a complete stranger, a person whom they didn’t know, and they had helped her along her path. Reiha started out the window, the sun warming her face, now that she looked back on it, if she had not died back then, she would still feel trapped, trapped in the world of the living. “Reiha . . .Reiha . . . . REIHA!!!” Reiha’s eyes snapped open. “What Untah, what is it?” “Did you forget?!? Today’s the day Reiha! And we don’t want to be late!” Reiha practically flew out of bed and threw on her clothes simultaneously. Today was the day, she was sixteen now, and all those four year of hard training with Satsu were about to payoff. It was the day of the academy trials, and she and Untah were to test their. Mimori was not coming with them, for Satsu felt that she was not ready and that Mimori was also only fourteen. Reiha brushed her red hair quickly and washed her face. She also prepared a quick breakfast for herself and Untah, it was a light breakfast, but it would keep them going throughout their tests. “Good luck to the both of you! And keep in mind, these tests are very serious, so take them seriously!” “Of course Satsu!” Reiha and Untah downed their breakfast and rushed out the door as quick as they could. Luckily, the academy wasn’t too far from their home, but they still ran as quickly as they could. By the time they got there, both of they were out of a breath. They stopped for a moment to regain their breath and then walked up to the boards that listed their names. They had registered a few months prior to the academy’s testing date and searched for their names on the large board. “I found mine Reiha, have you found yours?” “Hang on Untah . . . I’m still searching . . . ahh, I found it!” “What are you doing first? I’m to have the physical portion first.” “I get the hardest one first . . . I’ve got to show them I can manifest my Spiritual Pressure.” “Well, you’re good at it Reiha, better than I am anyways. I guess I’ll see you at the break then.” “Yeah, do we have the written portion at the same time Unta?” “Looks like it, so you have your physical last ehh?” “Yeah . . . that’s going to be fun . . . not.” “Good luck Reiha.” “You too Unta!” Reiha and Unta ran their separate ways, but they did not realize that in going their separate ways, they would be separated throughout their entire training. Reiha realized she had not seen Satsu, Mimori, or Unta in quiet a while, she had been to busy with her duties as lieutenant of her squad. Perhaps I should go visit them one of these days . . . “Reiha Ayame! It is your turn, show us your Spiritual Pressure!” Reiha walked forward into the white chalked circle, watching all of the judges peering at her intensely. She held out her right hand, and began to focus all of her energy into manifesting her Spiritual Pressure. She closed her eyes, and began to focus all of her power. . . Focus the mind, without a focused mind you will loose all concentration. Focus on what you want, if you do not focus how do you expect to get it. Focus on your power, focus on bringing it to reality! Reiha’s eyes shot open, and in her palm she held an orb of bright white matter, her Spiritual Pressure manifested into reality. Those four years of training paid off. The orb was large and bright, her Spiritual Pressure swirling around. One of the judges began to clap, and even stood up. “Well done Miss Ayame. You have clearly mastered the ability to manifest your Spiritual Pressure. The best I have seen in a long time.” The other two judges stood up, the female speaking first, “Yes, you have clearly been training, but under whom I wonder.” The other judge cleared his throat, he was an older man with long white hair, “Under one of our own Soul Reapers from the looks of it, seeing as how that stance is used by none other than our Soul Reapers, tell me Miss Ayame, who was your teacher?” “Miss Satsu Sakudori.” “Satsu . . . the retired Soul Reaper?” “Yes sir!” “But how, she was injured, far too injured to train anyone?” “She not only trained me, but my friends Unta and is in the process of training another friend of mine Mimori.” The judge who had stood up first looked at the woman and then to the elder. “Satsu was a very revered Soul Reaper of ours, but we thought she had been mortally wounded by a Hollow a few years back, to hear that she is training students, it is wonderful!” The woman however, did not look pleased by this, “If she is training, then why did she not resume her duties?” “Well you see, she could only train us in manifesting our Spiritual Pressure, she can no longer fight.” The old man cleared his throat again, and eyed Reiha as if looking into her soul. “Where is this Unta and Mimori you speak of?” Reiha was unsure if to tell them where they were, but she decided to do it none the less. “Unta is currently taking the physical portion of the trial into the Academy, while Mimori is still training with Satsu because Mimori is only fourteen.” The three judges looked between themselves, a look of puzzlement on their faces. They were whispering to each other and Reiha could not make out what they were saying which only puzzled her further. Finally after about ten minutes or so, all three of them sat back down, with a bizarre look on each of their faces. The old man began to speak first . . . “Miss Reiha Ayame, you will be permitted into the Academy without the need of further testing so long as you tell us, does this Unta friend of yours know how to manifest his Spiritual Pressure?” “Yes, as a matter of fact he can do it better than me!” Reiha thought she saw the flicker of a smirk cross all three of the judge’s faces, but if it was, it was only for a moment. The old man called down a butterfly, which struck Reiha as an odd thing. That must be a Hell Butterfly that the Soul Society uses as a way of communication, what an interesting creature. And it’s black on top of it. The old man whispered to the Hell butterfly, and it was off in a moment, then turned his head back towards Reiha. “As I said, we are permitting you into the Academy, without having to further test you, seeing as how even if you were to take these tests, it would be frivolous to you since you already know so much. Follow me, we are going to meet up with that friend of yours.” Reiha followed the old man, and was surprised at how briskly he walked. He was quick for an old guy, and it had taken Reiha slightly of guard. Remember to keep you’re guard up, for you never know what might be around the next corner. She kept walking, following the old man as they rounded a few corners and went up a few flights of stairs to their destination, the front doors of the Academy. “The Academy, here you will learn everything there is to know about your duties as a Soul Reaper. Come, let us enter.” “The old man opened the doors with ease, and led her to the registry office. The lady there nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the old man. Who exactly is this old man? “Sq-Squ-Squad Ca-Cap-Capta-Captain Nu-Num-Numb-Number O-One, wh-what do I-I-I o-owe thi-this ho-hono-honor?” Reiha’s eyes were wide, she had just been led her by the legendary Squad Captain number One? She couldn’t believe it! Amazing, why didn’t I think of it before? Of course he’s Squad Captain Number One! Reiha noticed the door open once more, and Unta walked in behind another man. “Untah!” “Reiha?” “These two are to be enrolled immediately into the Academy, they have proved that they do not need to be tested further however, the boy must show me that he can manifest his Spiritual Pressure.” Unta looked around, “Huh, you mean me?” “Well you are the only boy around, so yes.” “Oh yeah,” Unta began to focus his Spiritual Pressure, forming a small orb and began to make it grow by adding even more, he did this with some ease, easier than Reiha did that is and his orb was even larger than her. “Impressive.” “Indeed is it not Squad Commander.” It was the other man, he too was fairly old, but not as old as the Captain of Squad One. “I had him demonstrate it to me on our way here.” “Lieutenant Barbari, finish getting these two registered, I must return to judging the rest of the entrants.” The Squad Commander left them with the Lieutenant, who easily registered them with the secretary and sent them off to their classes. “I can’t believe it Untah! We’re finally going to become Soul Reapers!” “Well Reiha, that’s only if we pass all of our classes you know!” Untah looked at her with his kiddish grin, one that always cheered her up. “Well . . . looks like we part here once more Untah.” “You make it sound like we’re never going to see each other Reiha.” Reiha punched him lightly in the arm, “You know what I mean you goof.” “I know Reiha.” Untah smiled once more, and then gave Reiha a high five. They walked their separate ways to their classrooms and thus began there training for the goal of becoming a Soul Reaper. A Hell Butterfly floated down from her windowsill of which she was looking out of into the Soul Society and into her room. It whispered its message in her ear, it was straight from her Captain, the Captain of Squad Ten. “Of course . . . tell him I shall see him there tomorrow bright and early.” The Hell Butterfly flew back through her window to deliver her message to her Captain. “MISS AYAME!!” The ruler rapped on the desk of which Reiha was sleeping on, since her enrollment to the Academy, she had been limited in her time of sleep, with all the training and homework. “Yes Ma’am!” Reiha nearly jumped out of her seat, not expecting a ruler to be rapped across the desk and then her head. “You will either stay awake and pay attention, or you shall leave my room at once!” Reiha scribbled down the notes on the board furiously, not wanting to miss a word. Her teacher was pretty serious, but she knew what she was doing. The bell had rung, dismissing the class to their lunch break, however, Reiha was put to stay. “Miss Ayame . . . I realize that the Captain of Squad One admitted you to the Academy, however this does not mean you get to slack off. I will not take any slackers in my class room!” “Of course Ma’am, I understand!” Reiha bowed her head and exited the classroom, her teacher’s eyes still boring into her. Reiha’s classes went on like normal, first class of the day was learning all of the powers of a Soul Reaper and learning how to defeat Hollows and escort lost souls to the Soul Society. “Now take notes on this everyone! Hollows are souls, just like us, however it is a soul who either still has regrets or wants to get revenge still and has not made the passing into the Soul Society. The reason they are called Hollows is that in their chests, is a perfectly cut out circle and you can see right through it. Now tell me, does anyone know how the best way to kill a Hollow?” Reiha raised her hand, of course she knew. “Miss Ayame, would you like to hazard a guess? “The best way to kill a Hollow is to come from behind and attack its head, this way you do not see the Soul underneath the mask.” ”That would be correct.” Then it was off to focusing her Spiritual Pressure and manifesting it even further (and she was the best in her class). Then lunch, and after that, the rest of the school day was dedicated to Zanpakuto training. Of course they didn’t have true Zanpakuto, for they weren’t ready for it, but they were using something similar. She rarely saw Untah anymore, the only time she actually saw him was when they went home, and even then, she would either go straight to bed, or both of them would lock themselves away in their rooms practicing and studying. A few month’s passed, and little of this changed, the same routine day after day, wake up, go to the Academy, come home, study or practice, and then go to bed. Satsu still training Mimori and Mimori still trained her Spiritual Pressure in the hopes of being able to manifest it. “Today is the day young trainees, the day you wield your first and only Zanpakuto! A Zanpakuto will transform itself according to your Spiritual Pressure.” They all lined up, and luckily for Reiha, since her last name started with an “A” she was able to get hers almost first. She picked up her Zanpakuto, and almost instantly, it transformed itself into a long slender katana. It pulsed at her as if it were a living breathing entity. “Most impressive once again Miss Reiha Ayame. Your Zanpakuto has already taken its shape to your Spiritual Pressure. Can you tell me what your blade is telling you?” Reiha looked up, what was her blade telling her? It pulsed like a heart beat, as if it were truly saying something. She closed her eyes, letting all of the other sounds die away, only focusing on the beat of her sword. It was speaking to her, speaking of something that Reiha couldn’t make out. What are you saying to me? Please speak to me my Zanpakuto! You are my wielder . . . my master . . . what is my name? I do not know, please tell me your name? But you are my master, my wielder, you should know my name! Your name . . . your name is . . . Shakugan! Yes, that is my name! You have done well my young master! I am the flaming flower Zanpakuto Shakugan! Reiha’s eyes opened slowly, her teacher still looking at her intently. “My Zanpakuto spoke to me.” “And what did your Zanpakuto say Miss Reiha?” “It told me its name. She told me her name!” Reiha’s teacher widened his eyes a bit, obviously he was a bit shocked. “Already your Zanpakuto has shared its name with you?” “Yes . . . my Zanpakuto is Shakugan, the flaming flower sword.” “Most impressive Reiha. And now all of you, keep your Zanpakuto close, never let them out of your grip. They are yours to keep, and yours to forever keep.” Reiha’s face beamed with pride, she had her Zanpakuto, she was nearly a Soul Reaper, the only thing left was to graduate the Academy, and that day was fast approaching. Her skills had multiplied ten fold from what they were. She was seventeen now, she had been in the Academy for a year. She went every day except for the day of rest, Sunday on Earth, and Soul Reaper Holidays, but other than that, she had never missed a day of her schooling. She had demonstrated her skill in combat, her wits in trickery, and her power in her Kido. She was ready, ready for the day of her graduation. However, she had not expected that she would graduate straight into one of the thirteen elite squads. Satsu and Mimori showed up they day of Reiha’s graduation, but to her surprise, Untah too was sitting in the stands. Am I graduating before Untah . . . Reiha waved to them from her place and they waved back. However Untah looked almost annoyed, like he should be up there with her. She would ask him tonight when she got home. “Reiha Ayame, age seventeen, graduating from Soul Academy in just one year! We welcome you as a new Soul Reaper, and as a unit of the late Hitsugaya Toshiro’s Squad Ten!” (OoC: I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist :XD BiC: ) Reiha’s face beamed with pride, and she couldn’t believe she was a member of Squad Ten! This was amazing, Satsu had told her of the former Squad Leader Hitsugaya and how he was brave and dependable. Hitsugaya’s son was now the new leader of Squad Ten, but everyone still called him Hitsugaya like his father. The surprising thing was that he looked almost exactly like his father, though he had shorter white hair. Reiha looked out her window, remembering that day, Hitsugaya actually was only the lieutenant back then, and got promoted to leader when Reiha was about seventeen and a half. He was pretty young for a captain, for he had only just reached the age of twenty but he had already mastered his Ban Kai. “Welcome to Squad Ten Miss Reiha Ayame. I am Lieutenant Hitsugaya Ino.” “And I am Squad Ten’s Captain, Hatsumo Qaeda.” “I am pleased to be part of this wondrous squad Captain Hatsumo and Lieutenant Hitsugaya. I am grateful for your choosing of me.” Reiha bowed her head for it was the respectful thing to do. Captain Hatsumo Qaeda was a very beautiful woman, more so than even Satsu. She had long flowing black hair and crystal blue eyes. She was powerful and very skilled with her might Zanpakuto Rapier. Reiha’s eyes filled with tears as she remembered her late Captain. Killed by a Hollow, ruthlessly murdered, and with no one to help her. This happened just before Reiha’s nineteenth birthday. Untah had finally graduated, and was assigned to Squad eleven, the fighters Squad and Reiha had moved up the Squad ranks quiet quickly. “Reiha, I hear by promote you to my third in command now that you have mastered your Shikai. And you Hitsugaya, I congratulate you on mastering the Ban Kai. You are now within the ranks of Captain. Reiha, you must work towards mastering your Ban Kai as Hitsugaya has done.” Hatsumo said it like it was an order, but Reiha knew it was for her best interest. “Thank you Captain!” Reiha bowed her head, for she was still a subordinate to Hatsumo. “And Reiha, now that you are my third in command, you can stop bowing your head.” “Thank you Captain, for congratulating me on my success in mastering Ban Kai.” Hitsugaya hastily walked out of their Captain’s room, which puzzled Reiha. “Reiha, stay a moment will you.” “Of course Captain. What is it you wish of me?” Hatsumo adverted her eyes away from Reiha and began looking around the room as if searching for the words to say. “Well . . . you see Reiha, when I am gone Hitsugaya will take my place.” “Captain! How can you say such things?!?” “Because Reiha, I have foreseen this. And that is the reason why I promoted you so fast. I want you to be Hitsugaya’s Lieutenant because I believe that you will lead Squad Ten to greatness.” Reiha couldn’t believe her ears, her Captain believed she was to be killed sometime soon? It was impossible. “But Captain, I do not understand.” “Reiha . . . I am not sure how to say this but from what I have seen, Hitsugaya has taken a liking to you, and for this reason I appointed you to my third in command as well. But that is beside the point, Reiha, when I am gone you must help Hitsugaya, and remember both of you will be young. When I am gone Hitsugaya will be one of the youngest Captains in the history of the Soul Society, but he is strong, but in order for him to run a Squad efficiently, he needs the support of his Lieutenant as well. Is that clear?” “Yes Ma’am . . .” Reiha still couldn’t believe what she was hearing but she knew that she would support her Captain, no matter who it was. “That is all I wanted to say, you may leave if you wish Reiha.” Hatsumo finally looked Reiha in the eye, but Reiha could not make out what she was feeling, but Reiha felt it best if she left. She opened the door slowly and exited, closing the door behind her, leaving her Captain to her thoughts. “Good bye Reiha . . . Hitsugaya, keep this Squad in its greatness . . .” Hatsumo grabbed her Zanpakuto and swiftly headed out of her room. The sun was sinking as she headed towards the forested region of the Soul Society. “Hollow, I have come for you!” “Hitsugaya, have you seen Captain Hatsumo?!” Hitsugaya lifted his head to find Reiha quiet flustered, her red hair in disarray, and her breathing hard, “No . . . has something happened?” “I’ve been looking for her all day, and I c-“ “Lieutenant Hitsugaya! Third Commander Reiha! You had best report to the Council Room . . . unfortunate news has . . . befallen us.” Reiha looked out the window to find a member of Squad One and then back to Hitsugaya. “Lieutenant . . .you don’t think it actually . . .” Reiha tried hard to hold back the lump rising in her throat but to no avail. Her voice cracked and tears began to form in her crimson eyes. “There . . . there is only one way to check. Come on Reiha . . .” Reiha followed solemnly behind Hitsugaya as they made their way to the Council Room. When they arrived, all of the Squad Captains and Lieutenants were present, and some other Squad members. “Hitsugaya, Reiha . . . I am sorry to say, but your late Captain Hatsumo was found this morning, her soul taken . . . taken by a Hollow.” “No! Captain Hatsumo!” “Reiha, get a hold of yourself!” Hitsugaya’s tone was harsh but not cruel. They both looked at the body of their deceased Captain, and Reiha fought with all the power in her body to keep the tears from flowing freely. “And what of the Hollow?” “We were able to capture it, and destroy it. It will no longer terrorize our Society.” Reiha felt her legs get weak, and she fell to the floor on her knees. Her mind was racing, her Captain knew all along. Reiha felt stupid, she should have stayed by her Captain’s side. She wasn’t joking, she knew it was going to happen. Why didn’t I take her seriously? I’m such a fool. “So who is to be Captain of Squad Ten?” It was a member of Squad Four, obviously new from the looks of it. “Hitsugaya Ino will be the Captain, and he may choose his Lieutenant.” “But he is so young?” “And after such a tragedy, are you sure Captain of Squad One?” “Of course I am sure! He has mastered the Ban Kai, he is strong, he is ready.” “Reiha shall be my Lieutenant, I am sure that is what Captain Hatsumo would have wanted.” “Squad Ten, run by kids, now this will be interesting!” “Captain Hitsugaya, Lieutenant Reiha, inform your Squad of what has happened, and then perhaps, it would be best if your Squad were to take a leave of absence to mourn the death of your Captain.” “Thank you sir, come Reiha.” Hitsugaya brought Reiha to her feet and walked her out of the Council Room, though she was still in a state of shock. He brought her to the Lieutenant’s Room, which was still his, but was also now hers. He set her down on the bed, though it was currently unmade and untidy. “Reiha, look at me, we’re going to get through this.” Reiha’s eyes were filled with tears, and she could not muster up the courage to look her new Captain in the eye. “I . . . I am sorry . . . Hitsugaya.” “There is nothing to apologize for Reiha, there was nothing we could do.” “But she told me, she told me she was going to die!” The tears began falling freely now, and she could not stop them. Hitsugaya grasped her tightly in a hug and they stayed like that, letting Reiha cry on his chest. “Captain Hatsumo told me as well of what was going to happen, that is why I left quickly so that she could tell you.” Hitsugaya ordered down a few Hell Butterflies to spread the message through the Squad and he got the reaction he was expecting, nothing but complete and utter shock. By now Reiha had fallen asleep, but he did not mind. He did not realize it before, but he actually enjoyed holding her like this. But he knew he mustn’t get attached, there was no room in a Soul Reaper’s job for love, no matter how much they longed for it. By the time morning had come around, the news of Captain Hatsumo’s death had spread like wildfire. Everyone was talking about, some even giving looks of sympathy to the Squad members. But in time, they learned to move on, and under both Hitsugaya’s and Reiha’s command, they were able to become the Squad they once were. Reiha looked out the window once more, the day she saw her deceased Captain still brought back painful memories, but Hitsugaya helped her through the rough times. It was two and a half years ago that she became the Lieutenant of Squad Ten, and still not a day had passed when her mind hadn’t gone back to the time when she was under the orders of Captain Hatsumo. Hitsugaya, after almost a year, had finally moved into the Captain’s Chambers leaving Reiha alone in the Lieutenant’s Chambers. But she knew this was for the better, he would have to move in there eventually, no matter how much it pained the both of them. Memories, good or bad, help make a person stronger, I have learned this. However, they are still painful . . . The sun was setting, and she had to be up bright and early tomorrow to receive her orders from her Captain. Reiha got up and closed the window, letting the last rays of sunlight reflect of the window. She drifted into sleep, holding her Zanpakuto like she did every night. The morning would bring a better mind set, which she would need to complete her orders. “GAH! I’m going to be late!” Reiha rushed out of her room, dashing up through flights of stairs and down the halls to the Conference Room in which her Captain was waiting. She stopped right in front of the doors to catch her breath, and once she had fully regained her composure, she walked in. “You’re late Lieutenant.” “My sincerest apologies Captain.” “I have orders for you Reiha, orders from head honcho.” “Ooh, do you know?” “Yes I do, you are to travel to the Human World, and destroy as many Hollows as you can. From what I hear, they are running rampant throughout the Human Society.” Reiha nodded, “Yes Sir! I will destroy any Hollow that crosses my path.” “Then you best be off Lieutenant.” Reiha nodded once more, and walked out the doors, her journey to the Human World was just beginning.
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Many thanks to CourageWielder for adopting me and a big Goron hug to you too!!! "As I see you standing there holding the mythical Master Sword, you really do look like the legendary Hero of Time..." - Sheik CHECK OUT MY BA CHARACTER: Lance Ferrin
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Mirela Animette
OoC: This is my second BA character, the first being a character I had used for about a week a long time ago, after which I kind of gave up on the BA. But I've decided to give it another shot because of many friends I have that are BAers. (I used my first character in two fights, one complete and one not, so hopefully I'm eligible to make another one at this point- said something about that in the rules)
And a note to anyone reading this- you should probably read the “Skill/Magic” section after reading up to “Height”, as the preceding sections may not make full sense otherwise.  (This was approved by Zorolo  )BiC: Name: Mirela Animette Age: 16 Race: Human, Gypsy Sex: Female Hair: Silver, long and flowing Eyes: Green Weight: 109 lbs Height: 5 feet 5 inches Weapon: Isabella: Isabella is a doll, with a height of about one foot. She has a plain face with a smile, and wears a simple blue dress and black shoes- all made out of simple cloth. Her hair is black and stringy, and the right side is tied up in a pigtail with a red bow. The other side has been cut, and is too short, and simply hangs. Her blue dress has many patches and stitches from when it had ripped before and was repaired by Mirela. Isabella wields a standard size dagger, with a somewhat curved blade and a plain wooden hilt. When she holds it, it seems gigantic in comparison to her small size. Normally it is sheathed on her back, inside her dress. It is hidden from view, but does create a suspicious hump in the back of the dress. As Isabella is a doll, she only “fights” when animated by Mirela- see “Skills/Magic”. She is always animated, however, and “walks” alongside Mirela like a pet and even has a distinctively distinct personality. However, this personality is simply an alter-ego of sorts of Mirela, as Mirela is almost subconsciously controlling Isabella at all times. (Once again, see Skills/Magic for a better explanation) Strengths: (See Skills/Magic to understand better) Mirela’s animation techniques, offensively, can be very powerful. For example, if there is a suit of armor, Mirela will be able to animate it and have it fight against an attacker, and the attacker will have a much harder time defeating it as it is merely an empty suit of armor and not Mirela herself. Her ability to manipulate elements like water or fire protects her from attacks of those elements. She is able to create beings out of water and fire to attack, again being problematic for an opponent. Mirela has had the most practice attacking opponents with her doll, Isabella. Isabella’s size and weight make her very agile and Mirela is able to move her at high speeds and strike with swiftness and deadly accuracy. Weaknesses: Along with the advantages of animation come many disadvantages. Firstly, Mirela’s offensive capabilities rely almost completely on her environment. In a barren wasteland, Mirela would only be able to animate the soil, which would not be very powerful. If Mirela’s environment does not suit her, she can always attack with Isabella. However, Isabella has weaknesses as well, mostly the fact that she is a doll, and can too easily be ripped or crushed. Mirela’s life force is also partially tied to her animations. If an animation is completely defeated, Mirela experiences an immense loss of energy, which can act as a severe weakness and perhaps even the end to a battle. But Mirela can bring her animations to rest mid-battle if she sees that it is ineffective, to prevent such an occurrence. Finally, Mirela relies on her animation abilities as her sole method of attacking, and she has absolutely no knowledge of other methods of fighting. This leaves her vulnerable to pretty much anything- if an opponent is able to get past her animations, she has no way to defend herself. Invisibility may help shield herself to some extent, but it isn’t foolproof either. Skills/Magic: Animation: Mirela is able to animate and manipulate many objects around her. This magical power is mysterious and many aspects of it are inexplicable, even to her. Through experience, she has come to learn many things about it. She can give a form to elements such as fire, water, or even the earth, and animate them. She uses these to attack for her. She can also animate trees, rock structures, suits of armor, or anything that her imagination can bring to life. Mirela will always animate the element or object as a life form, be it a humanoid or an animal, simply because of the way her imagination perceives it. Examples: Animating a stone structure into a rock golem, animating a suit of armor to attack as a knight, animating fire into a hyena to attack, etc. Invisibility:Mirela can turn invisible at will. Her transparency is not perfect, however, and when she moves a faint outline of her figure can be seen- and, of course, sounds from her breathing or footsteps can be heard. However, this move can at least confuse the opponent and giver her enough time to back away from an attack. Mirela cannot be invisible and manipulate an animation at the same time. Appearance: Mirela is dark skinned with contrasting light silver hair, which is long and flows down below her hips. She has dark green eyes and a face with a usually vacant, distant expression. She wears a black blouse embroidered with colorful flowers and a plain, long, dark blue skirt. She has a slim figure and is quite short, giving her an overall small stature. She wears a golden necklace with an emerald, which is burnt and discolored at some locations. Personality: Mirela has a split personality disorder. She channels her second personality into her doll, Isabella. She animates Isabella constantly, who “walks” besides her. She also makes Isabella speak, and through Isabella her second personality is shown. Mirela herself rarely speaks, and is a bit soft-spoken. She keeps her emotions bottled up, or releases them through Isabella. Her traumatic past left her somewhat psychologically scarred; although it would be erroneous to call her mentally unstable, she sometimes acts erratically or oddly. She will always keep an eerie calm about her, and is thus able to think straight in any situation. In times where she must defend herself, she is able to seek the best possible solution to succeed. If possible, Mirela would prefer to avoid fights, but she is sensible enough to know that some fights are inevitable. Isabella is where all of Mirela’s negative thoughts are channeled. Normally she can act as simply a companion, as a friend that Mirela can converse with and bounce thoughts off of. But in battle, Isabella is sadistic, bloodthirsty, and eager to fight. She is also quick to be angry and even quicker to lash out and act upon impulse or emotion. In general, she represents the “evil” side of Mirela (although that is a bit of an exaggeration). Biography: Excerpts from the diary of Mirela Animette A Small Disclaimer: As the biography is written in diary form, the early entries may sound colloquial and may have sloppy grammar, as would be expected from someone of the given age. As the time progresses, the writing style will be more mature, so most early errors or colloquialisms are intentional. All events take place in a small town in Italy, where a clan of Roma gypsies have taken residence on the outskirts. February 27th, 1999- Age 7 Dear Diary, Today is my birthday! I’m seven years old now, and I had a great day today! Grandma made me a beautiful doll that I love! She has pretty, long, black hair that is tied up into two pigtails, and wears a blue dress. Grandma said that she’s a magical doll, and was made special for me! She said she looked like me, too. I don’t see how, though. Anyways, I’m going to call her Isabella! Isabella was a pretty girl in one of the stories Mama used to read me and I like the name a lot. March 15th, 1999- Age 7 Dear Diary, Today I played with Isabella a lot. I borrowed some of the plates and cups from Mama’s cabinet and we had a small tea party, like I saw one of the white girls do once. She had more toys to play with, and her plates and cups were fancier, but we had lots more fun! Grandma saw us and said it was cute the way I would move Isabella and pretend to talk for her as if she was real. I’m not sure what she’s talking about, though. Isabella is real! Then Mama came and scolded me for stealing the cups and plates. I started crying a little, but Grandma said that it was okay, and Mama got a little less mad. June 6th, 1999- Age 7 Dear Diary, Today is the first day of summer, or at least according to Mama. We will be getting ready for a European festival, where Mama will perform her dance like always and earn us some money. I had to go help- I didn’t really wanna, but Mama said that because there was no man in the house, and Grandma was too old to help, it was up to me and her to set up everything, otherwise we wouldn’t get any money. I asked Mama if she was ever going to marry again, and she said she might. I hope Mama doesn’t marry one of the white men! Hopefully she’ll find a Roma man to marry. There are many Romas who live here, and we all know each other well, but we don’t have as much money as the white men. If Mama married a white man, we’d be rich, but I wouldn’t be happy having to call a white man my dad! February 14th, 2001- Age 8 Dear Diary, Today was the worst day of my life! I was playing with Isabella as always, when Grandma said that I should go out and meet some new friends instead of playing with Isabella all the time. I told her that all the other Roma girls were too old, and were always spending time with their boyfriends, and that the European children were snobby and mean. She insisted that I give it a try with the white children, so I went. But they were so mean! I tried to introduce myself, but I kind of murmured and stumbled, and it came out weird and they started laughing. “What did she say?” “Is that some stupid Roma language, or can she not speak Italian properly?” “Why is she even talking to us?” I think I turned red and turned away, and they saw Isabella. “What kind of ugly doll is that?” one of the girls asked. I became a little bit mad. “Isabella isn’t a doll! She’s real!” I yelled. But they just laughed harder! Then, one of the big white boys grabbed Isabella by the leg and yanked her away from me. “We’ll see how real she is, then!” He took out a knife and cut the left side of Isabella’s hair almost completely! I was crying so hard, I couldn’t even see straight! “Give her back!” I tried to beg, but they just laughed. Finally, he threw Isabella at my feet. “What are you crying for, stupid gypsy? If she’s so real, her hair will grow back, won’t it?” They were mocking me, and they were making fun of Isabella. I knelt on the ground and sobbed, holding Isabella to my chest. The girl then took out her porcelain doll, with wavy blond hair and blue eyes, and a dress that looked like it must have cost a million Lira. “See this, stupid dark girl? This is a real doll. Her hair is silky and smooth, and her complexion is much fairer than your disgusting rag doll! And see, she closes her eyes when I lay her on her back!” She must have demonstrated this to me, but I was too blinded with tears to look. But then something strange happened. Isabella turned and faced me, like she had never done before. I felt a very strange connection to her as she said in a dark voice, ”I hate that doll. Kill it!” I stared at Isabella in awe, but then rose to my feet, determined to listen to her. The girl gave me a fake smile. “Would you like to touch my doll, gypsy? Would you like to see how it feels to not be dirt-poor, even for a moment?” she said, extending her doll towards me. I extended my hand towards the doll, but she yanked it back. “Hah! As if I would let your grubby Roma hands touch my beautiful Jeanette!” They all laughed again. ”Jeanette? That’s a disgusting name. That’s a white girl’s name. Kill that doll, Mirela! See how it mocked us? Kill it!” Isabella was speaking to me again, and I obeyed her. I lunged towards the girl, and pinned her to the ground. She began screaming with a high-pitched voice that made me even more angry. The other boys just stood there with wide eyes, watching as I grabbed her doll, and hurled it against a building. Its head shattered into small fragments and the body cracked in half. I grabbed Isabella and took off back to my house as fast as I could. “Jeanette! You killed Jeanette! Oh, oh, you stupid, disgusting, dark-skinned Roma! You and your damned gypsy family can all go to hell! Oh, Jeanette!” The girl screamed and cursed after me and sobbed for her doll, but I felt no sympathy towards her. Strangely, I also felt no satisfaction for what I had done to her doll, but I could tell that Isabella was happy. I went home. It was getting dark, and Grandma noticed that I was a little dirty. “Are you okay? Did something happen? Did you have fun with the other children?” she asked. “Yes, Grandma. No, Grandma. Yes, Grandma.” I replied, and I ran upstairs. I have to stop writing now, dear diary. I think the white girl’s father is talking to my mother, and there seems to be a fight going on. It must be about the doll. I’ll probably be in trouble now. February 15th, 2001- Age 8 Dear Diary, Yesterday I was in big trouble for what I did to that girl’s doll. Mama came and scolded me because she had to pay for the doll out of her own pocket. She said she was saving money up to buy me a special birthday dinner, but now she won’t be able to. I feel terrible! And I tried to tell her that Isabella made me do it, but she thought that was ridiculous. She told me that Isabella is just a doll, which was just what the white children had said. I started crying, and Mama just left. She came back later to comfort me, and said it was alright. I was still sad over Isabella losing half her hair, and sadder still that I had disappointed Mama. But Mama gave me a smile and hugged me, so I think I’m alright now. At least, now I know not to go near those stupid white children again! September 26th, 2001- Age 9 Dear Diary, Ever since I broke that girl’s doll, her father has been seeing Mama quite often. I don’t understand. I mean, is it really that big of a deal that I broke her doll? They’re rich and white, so can’t they just buy ten more? I asked Grandma about it, and she didn’t seem happy. She shushed me and told me I’d understand if I was older. I hate it when grownups say things like that! Isabella has been talking with me a lot these days. She used to be quieter, but now she speaks to me. Sometimes she gets me into trouble. She’s kind of mischievous! December 25th, 2001- Age 9 Dear Diary, Apparently today, the white families celebrate a Christian holiday called “Christmas”. I don’t know what it’s about, but all the rich children get lots of toys, and even the middle class white children get some too. Of course, we’re not Christian so we don’t really care. But today- remember that girl whose doll I broke a long time ago? Her father came by. His name is Mr. Giordano, I found out. And for some reason, he left a present for Mama, wrapped in colorful paper. Mama opened it, and it was a beautiful golden necklace with an emerald! Mama’s first name is “Esmerelda”, so I guess Mr. Giordano thought it would be appropriate. I’m starting to get an idea of what’s going on. I think Mr. Giordano likes Mama! And I think she likes him back! I’m worried, because I don’t want Mama to marry a white man like him. Especially since his daughter is that snobby girl with the porcelain doll, who made fun of me, Isabella, and my family too! I asked Mama if she was going to marry him. She said, “Well, his first wife did pass away several years ago, so, I suppose it’s not impossible,” then she starting having a faraway look in her eyes. So now I’m even more worried! March 31st, 2002- Age 10 Dear Diary, I was playing with Isabella today and I noticed Grandma staring at me with wide eyes, a little shocked. I asked her what was the matter. “Your doll… Isabella, she’s… she’s moving and talking, as if she were alive!” I giggled. “Of course she’s alive, Grandma!” But Grandma shook her head. “Child, are you… is it because… oh, it must be the magic of our ancestors, it works in such mysterious ways… Even your mother…” She continued shaking her head and walked off. I really don’t know what she was talking about. How strange! Mama has been saying that Grandma has been very sick lately, though, so maybe that’s it. Hm… October 2nd, 2002- Age 10 Dear Diary, Grandma passed away yesterday. She was sick for a few weeks, but everyone told me she would get better eventually, but that was a lie. Why do grownups feel the need to hide these things from me? It just made it worse for me now that she’s gone! I was crying a lot yesterday, and I still am. Isabella didn’t seem to care, though. “Aren’t you sad at all?” I asked her, but she just replied, “Nah, it’s not my business.” She’s kind of cold-hearted sometimes. Mama cried the most. We held a simple funeral for her today, and almost all of the Roma clan was there. Mr. Giordano was there as well, although I don’t know why. He had his arm around Mama while she was sobbing. It’ll be hard for us without Grandma, I really loved her so much and I know she loved me. But we’ll manage somehow. December 4th, 2002- Age 10 Dear Diary, Mr. Giordano asked Mama to marry him! I saw him do it, he knelt on one knee and opened a box with a diamond ring inside it! Mama was surprised for a little bit, and then she said yes! I can’t stand it! I don’t want Mr. Giordano to be my dad! I guess he’s not a bad person in general, but I don’t want to be sisters with his daughter! And I don’t want to change my last name to Giordano! My Papa’s last name was Animette, and I’m going to keep that, no matter what Mr. Giordano says! January 9th, 2003- Age 10 Dear Diary, Isabella has been doing some naughty things lately! She’s been breaking into houses and stealing small stuff like candy. I guess there’s no harm in that, though. Besides, the candy tastes good! February 27th, 2003- Age 11 Dear Diary, Today was my birthday, I’m 11 years old now! Mr. Giordano, who isn’t my dad yet of course, gave me a nice porcelain doll. Just like the one his daughter, who I found out has the name “Clara”, had. It really does close its eyes when you lay it on its back. But I hate it. It’s dull and emotionless, and doesn’t have any thought to it! Grandma made Isabella for me out of hard work and love, and all Mr. Giordano did was use a little bit of his money to buy this factory-made thing, which wasn’t even any problem for a rich man like him. Mama, of course, said Mr. Giordano was very generous and I had to thank him. Whatever! I talked to Mama today, and she said that she is definitely in love with Mr. Giordano, and will definitely marry him. I told her I was not changing my last name, and she just chuckled and said “That’s fine, sweetie.” I don’t think she takes me very seriously, even though I’m already eleven years old! I’m almost a teenager, for gosh sakes! Mama also said the wedding date is going to be May 10th. What a drag! I’ve also been talking to Isabella about Mr. Giordano lately. She hates him strongly! She even mentioned that she would like to do many violent things to him, which I felt was a bit too much. I don’t want to hurt Mr. Giordano, I just don’t want to call him my dad. But Isabella has always been pretty outspoken, and sometimes kind of mean. I guess that’s just her personality. Marh 1st, 2003- Age 11 Dear Diary, I feel a little guilty. Isabella has convinced me to break into houses and steal more. Last night I stole some jewelry from a white family’s house, and this morning the police were investigating all over. Isabella thought it was hilarious, but I was worried! I quickly threw the jewelry I had taken into the river that flowed right by our house so that nobody would see me holding it. I didn’t want to get into trouble. I scolded Isabella for making me do such a bad thing! But she didn’t care. May 15th, 2003- Age 11 Dear Diary, It has been five days since the wedding day. I’ll tell you what happened. Before the wedding, I was forced to help with the preparations, as expected. Before noon, Mama quickly ushered me and Mr. Giordano into a room. She said she wanted to show us something she had been keeping a secret, and that only we could know because she trusted us the most. Once we were in the room, she said, “My bloodline carries some mysterious magic, that seems to spontaneously appear in some of its descendants. Mirela, it’s possible that you’ll gain some sort of magic sometime in the future. Your Grandma didn’t have any, but… I do. And only she knew about it before now.” She held a very grave expression on her face, which didn’t seem to deter Mr. Giordano’s smirk. “Esmeralda, come now, are you being serious? We don’t have much time for games right now,” he said. I frowned. “Of course she’s serious! Mama wouldn’t lie or anything!” Mama put a hand on my shoulder and said, “It’s okay. It’s very hard to believe, I’m sure, so I’ll have to show you.” She then closed her eyes and put her hands together, as if she was praying. She suddenly seemed to shiver, and disappeared from sight! Mr. Giordano turned even paler than he usually is and took a step back. “This is the power of my ancestors’ magic,” said her voice out of nowhere. She then reappeared and smiled at Mr. Giordano, who seemed extremely frightened. I was laughing. “That’s so cool, Mama! I can’t believe you…” “Witch!” yelled Mr. Giordano. “You’re a witch! You- you- oh!” He bolted out of the room, leaving the two of us stunned. “He… he called me a…” Mama sunk to her knees and put her head in her hands. “Oh… I should have realized he wouldn’t understand… How could I be so…” I saw a tear trickle down her cheek. After a short while, we exited the room, to find many people waiting for us outside. Two men grabbed Mama by the arm, and started dragging her some place. I couldn’t believe it! I lunged after them, trying to get them to let her go, but they knocked me back and I fell to the ground. “Mirela! Stay back!” said Mama, struggling to free herself. Two men held me back as I screamed at them to let her go. But nobody would listen to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Giordano briskly walk in the opposite direction. That bastard! He must have told everyone Mama was a witch! They made me wait in a locked room and wouldn’t let me go. Through a window, I saw two men rush up to the rest of them, holding the gold ring I had taken from the white family a long time ago! “We found this stolen necklace in the river right next to this witch’s house, along with several other pieces of jewlery! She must have used her strange powers to steal them!” “That cinches it, then! She’s a witch and a criminal!” I realized that Mama was being blamed for something I had done! I pounded on the door, trying to tell them that I was the guilty one, but there was so much commotion they didn’t hear me. Through the crowd I could hear Mama screaming and sobbing, saying that she had never seen the ring before and that she was not a witch. I struggled against the door and fell to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn’t know how many hours had passed. I kept wishing Isabella would come save me, since she was the only one that would understand me now. Suddenly, I heard a loud crashing sound. A rock had been thrown through one of the windows in the room I had been locked in, and many more were being thrown. After a while, the window was almost completely broken, and I saw Isabella climbing up to the window! “Mirela, let’s go. Let’s stop them from killing Mama!” For some reason, I was not surprised that she had come to save me, but I was very grateful. I climbed through the window, being careful not to rip my skirt over the broken glass, and jumped down. I saw a horrific sight. There was a mob, around a central, elevated platform. There was a large, wooden post. Mama was tied to that post, and they were lighting a huge fire around her! “Burn the witch!” “Burn that theif!” were some of the many shouts and chants emerging from the crowd. I heard two older men conversing behind me. “Looks like this town has become overrun by fear,” said one. “A woman does some strange trick, they find a stolen jewelry near her house, and they automatically assume she’s an evil witch!” The other man shook his head. “Yeah, it’s pathetic. Poor woman shouldn’t be burned to death just because these people are crazy and afraid. That’s just barbaric.” I ran up to them. “Please! If you guys think this is bad, please save Mama! She didn’t do anything wrong, it was all my fault! Please!” I desperately begged. They simply brushed me off. “Go home, little girl. You don’t want to see this,” one of them said. They walked off slowly. Suddenly, a loud yell filled the air. The flames had reached Mama! She was burning! They were actually burning her! I yelled and sobbed and screamed, but the thrilled and excited yells of the mob drowned out my voice. I couldn’t believe it! I felt so guilty, and so helpless, just standing there as Mama was about to burn to death! Isabella turned to me. “Well, come on then, do something!” she said. I looked at her incredulously. “What can I do, Isabella? There’s nothing I can do! Mama’s going to die!” Isabella shook her head. “Mirela, you can do a lot more than you think you can. I’m a part of you, so I should know. Just try to get those flames away from her. You can do it!” Isabella sounded like she was crazy, but my head was spinning so fast that it sounded like a logical suggestion. I looked at the raging flames, swirling, angrily engulfing Mama. They seemed to be as violent and crazy as the crowd was. I stared at them intently. I began to feel a bit warm, as if I was near the flames themselves. Suddenly, all the flames rose at one focal point at the edge of the platform into a large pillar. Mama wasn’t burning anymore, I had moved the flames from her. All the townspeople were shocked and panicking, but I felt that it was completely natural. I focused on the flames, determined to keep them away from Mama. They had a mind of their own, but I needed to control them. It took a few seconds, but I could feel the flames succumb to my control. It just all felt so natural… I moved the flames to form an animal. A hyena, because the flames angry cackling reminded me of a hyena. I made it lunge around, scaring people. Isabella began laughing hysterically. “This is great! Kill them all, Mirela! They were going to kill Mama, so kill them!” I didn’t want to kill anyone, I just wanted the flames as far away from Mama as possible. I made the flaming hyena lunge away at a high speed, knocking into several buildings and causing immense fires. Finally I let go of my control over the flames and the hyena dissipated. By this time, all the townspeople were panicking and running around, and many buildings were on fire. The flames had burned off the ropes of Mama, and she was trying her best to keep on two feet. She was covered with burns that looked agonizing, and she was biting her lip to keep from screaming in pain. I ran up to her and hugged her leg, which I immediately realized was a mistake because of her injuries. But she just hugged me back. I began sobbing intensely. “Mama! I’m sorry, it was all my fault! I was the one that stole the jewelry and they blamed you for it! Mama, I’m sorry!” Mama shook her head. “Mirela, it’s alright… I expected this to happen if I fell in love with a white man… it’s my fault, I really was a fool…” She struggled to her feet. “He was handsome, but I think I was taken in mostly by his wealth… I was so superficial; I thought I could even trust him!” She began walking, limping slightly towards our house. “And I’ve put both of our lives in danger because of my foolishness,” she said. “But we’re not in danger, Mama! I saved you! I was the one making the fire go away! We’re fine!” I exclaimed. But Mama shook her head again. “I’ve been branded a witch, now, Mirela. I’ll probably be blamed for burning the village as well.” My heart skipped a beat as I realized that I had once again done something bad, and Mama was to take the blame. “The police will come for me, and I want you to be safe. I did suspect that today’s events would unfold as they have, so I prepared something for you. Come along, Mirela,” she said, gesturing for me to follow her as she hobbled to the doorstep of our house. Isabella trailed behind me. She went inside, and moments later emerged with a bag. “Inside this bag will be things you’ll need to survive on your own, Mirela.” My eyes widened. “Mama, you’re leaving me? Why, Mama? You’re not mad, are you?” Mama gave me a soft smile, and then knelt to hug me. “I could never be mad at you, Mirela. Right now you’re my only hope. I want you to live for as long as possible and be as happy as you can be. I want you to promise me that you won’t give up on life after today, no matter what.” I nodded, trying not to cry too much. “I… promise.” I saw several uniformed men in the distance. Mama stood up. “Go, Mirela. Find some place to live, find a kind family that will take you in. There are many heartless people in this world, but scattered among them are kind-hearted ones. Be safe, Mirela.” She took off her gold necklace with the emeralds on it, that had been a gift from Mr. Girodano two years ago, and put it around my neck. “Remember me, Mirela,” she said softly. I just stood there, refusing to believe that Mama was leaving me alone. Mama gave me a stern look. “Go! Now!” Behind her harsh gaze, I could see that she was holding back tears, and I knew I had to listen to her. I turned around and ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction. After reaching a considerable distance, I heard a gunshot, followed by two more. I didn’t want to turn back. I clutched the bag to my chest and ran, without any sense of where I was going. So here I am now, dear diary. In some other strange town. I used up the small amount of money Mama gave me in the back, and ate the food in there as well. I’ll have to find a better way to live now. Isabella has been with me the whole time. She’s all I have left, really. I promised Mama I wouldn’t give up on life, so I’m going to keep on trying. And I’m not going to cry anymore, either. If I’m going to be on my own, I have to be a big girl and accept things the way they are. February 27th, 2004- Age 12 Today is my birthday, but I didn’t get any presents. I didn’t even tell the group of people I’ve been living with. I suppose because we’re all homeless and on the streets, it wouldn’t do any good because we can’t afford any luxuries or stuff like that. But Isabella remembered and wished me a happy birthday, which made me happy. July 6th, 2005- Age 13 It’s a harsh world out there, especially for a girl like me. Last night, I was walking down the back alley of the town- which, now that I look back upon it, was not a very well-planned decision- when I suddenly found myself surrounded by a group of older teenage boys. They started saying some disgusting things about me, and one of them grabbed me, which really startled me. I struggled for a while, and luckily enough, a passing police officer heard me and came. He fired a few warning shots and the gang dissipated. He walked with me the rest of the way home- or, at least, what I call “home”- and told me that I should be more careful about where I walk during the nights. I thanked him for saving me and for his consideration, and he left. Isabella kept telling me how much she would have liked to “beat those bastards to a pulp”. She really is very violent, I don’t like it sometimes. But she’s somewhat right. If I face a situation like that ever again, I do need to find some way to defend myself. I have been privately practicing my animation techniques, however. I can animate more than just fire- like I did that day- I’m sure you remember, dear diary. I’ve been secretly animating small things like broken glass, trash bins, water, etc. It’s fun, and perhaps one day I could use it in a combative situation. I have no interest in learning other ways to hurt people. November 25th, 2006- Age 14 Dear Diary, I am writing in a cozy little room! It is a wonderful room in an inn, which was given to me free of cost. Mama was right when she said that there were some kind-hearted people in the world. The old couple that owns it is very sweet, and I will be paying them back. And by doing odd jobs around the town, I’ve earned a bit of cash. Soon I’ll be able to pay them back in full. I’ve been drawing some conclusions about Isabella. She seems to be another part of me. Perhaps a different side of my personality. It would explain why I feel so connected to her, and why her nature is so much different than mine. And something very interesting happened today. I was remembering Mama, and for some reason I tried putting my hands together and closing my eyes like she did, and it worked- I turned invisible! Something inside me was urging me to do it, and it would appear that I’ve inherited that magic from her. I don’t understand how or why, but like Grandma said, the magic works in “mysterious ways”. I will practice it often from now on, it may be handy in the future. June 20th, 2007- Age 15 Dear Diary, Two weeks ago, a European Summer festival was happening, like the kind that used to happen back home. However, in this town the festival is much grander, and hardly anyone doesn’t attend; even if they have no cash to spare, everybody enjoys watching the free performances and generally basking in the festive atmosphere. The biggest free performance was a dancing girl, of no more than seventeen years of age. There were many women, but obviously much more men, giving coins and bills as tips. I observed her for a moment. She reminded me of the dances back home, being dark skinned like my Roma clan is. But she was a terrible dancer! The audience simply enjoyed her because they had never seen a true performance. (And, of course, the men enjoyed her because of her looks.) I was watching for a while, when one of the men asked me, “Hey, you’re a gypsy too, ain’t ya? Why don’t you show us a dance too?” I bashfully said I didn’t know how, but somehow I was pushed into the center. The dancer smiled and backed away, gesturing for me to dance. My heart was pounding, but I tried to imitate what Mama had always done, as she had always received positive feedback. After a while, it seemed to flow very naturally, and I was being cheered on even louder and more enthusiastically than the previous dancer. At the end, my tips were even larger than hers were! I performed daily for the past two weeks and received a large amount of money. With this, I paid the owners of the inn for any long-standing debts, and had enough to buy Isabella a dagger. I think that she will enjoy learning how to use it; she needs some way to vent her anger anyhow. February 27, 2008- Age 16 Dear Diary, Today is my 16th birthday, and Isabella’s 9th. I had left the inn a while ago; something was urging me to move on with my life. I have sufficient money to survive, and I believe I have sufficient skills to protect myself should the need arise. However, I still don’t have any sense of where I am going, just like when I had first left home five years ago. But I won’t ever give up on life, dear diary. I made a promise, and I’m going to keep it.
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