Nekura Antidemi
Name of character: Nekura Antidemi
Nicknames: None
Age: Nineteen
Sex: female
Height: Five foot two
Species/Race: Kodane (A people of fair skin and dark eyes that live in
the coldest part of the Sanahi Mountains. They have been called a race
of lunitics and usually are - Some undergo a ceremony in which a spirit
of the dead is called into the body of one of the living. Nekura is one
of these. She has a man named Futatmusubi sharing her body.)
Description/Appearance: Mottled green eyes and a closely shaved head, which is
sunburned from months and months of wandering. The henna tattoos along
her collar bone and shoulders are laced with scars (The tribe banished
her in a gory ceremony). Bad posture - her frame seems frail and she
drags her feet. Her fingers are excessively long, her face excessively
round, and her body under-developed. Child-like.
Background: At seven the man who died at twenty-nine entered my
body. It wasn't polite or uplifting or anything else. It was horrible and
sick and filthy. I wanted him out of my mind at once, but the it was my
duty to bear the weight of his death. Such is our way. When I was nine
I wore breeches around the village, my first big mistake. I was whipped
so much I scarred along my back, and to this day they remain angry and
pink. When I was fifteen I was raped by the Chieftain's son. I was in
so much pain I ignored Futatmusubi's sensible comments and slaughter my
attacker while he slept. This shamed me triply - I had lost my purity
before marrage, a mortal sin; I had killed a man; I killed him while he
had no way to fight back. Dishonor was my new name, and the tribe cast
me out. They cut along the tattoos running across my shoulders and
collar-bone and shaved my head, making it clear I no longer was a part of
the Oukyuu, and held "Rakugosha" close to my heart.
Abilities/Magicks: trained in the defenses against mind-raiding elemental,
shadow and holy attacks. Futatmusubi once had continual bloodlust, and,
in his brief moments in total control, has the ability to twist
Nekura's body into what he needs - bone will become hard and sharp as a sword,
hair might become as flame, limbs may become like a snake, wrapping
themselves around a neck and squeezing the life from their victims...
Weapons/Items: Nekura is best with a Fish-hook (A staff with a twisted
blade abut a foot long and the end), and Futatmusubi insists she carry a
dagger.
Nature/Alignment: Neutral. Don't expect either of them to give another
glance unless they benefit by it.
Special Notes: Futatmusubi believes that we can just along just
fine on our own - I think that's how he got himself killed. And that's how
I am going to go crazy. All I want to to belong. Somewhere. Anywhere.