Won by Olivia
Olivia. wrote:Username: Olivia.
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Shugorei Name: Kiba
Usually a canine name it actually means 'fang' in japanese.
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Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation?: Straight
Current mate?: None; and has little interest in one.
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Affinity: Chaotic
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Personality: Kiba is cold, distrusting, quick to anger, and reserved.
He says little, does little, and is the pristine image of the perfect watch dog when it comes to his humans. He cares little for them, admittedly; doing anything he has to to protect them simply because it's his duty rather than because he actually feels the legitimate urge to shield them. His algid nature is deeply rooted in his own antiquities, what is unknown however is whether this is because of the humans he's encountered or perhaps something that happened to him directly. Regardless, he's seen as a brute who has little regard for others, and ironically enough, himself as well. His primary concern is constantly his human counterpart, and he serves under them with a sense of conformity unmatched by most of his breed.
in regards to romance...
Like anyone truly dedicated to their profession he finds he has little time and no real concern for a relationship. He may take a mate in the future, but she'd better not expect his attention. As far as he's concerned, partnership between shugorei as mates is for breeding purposes, he isn't one to support such comical, whimsical ideas such as love.
battle...
Under no circumstances does he harm others without being triggered to. He may have a distorted perspective of things and lean towards the chaotic, but, he isn't blatantly destructive. However, it doesn't take much to set off his fuse, so it would be best you left him and his master in peace, before you end up in pieces.
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Story of how your Shugorei came to be/how you discovered:If she peered through her scope lenses she could see him clearly, the man walking at an abnormally quick pace down the city streets. A briefcase was clutched between the fingers of his right hand, his eyes wandering about the alleys as he passed by each one rhythmically. It was odd, to see a man at this ungodly hour dressed in the black attire he was while aimlessly wandering the Tokyo streets alone.
The metallic barrel was lifted as she placed her fingers upon the trigger, a single eye of hers closing as she took aim. She froze at the sound of something tumbling to the ground behind her. Glancing back quickly she put the gun down and between her legs so it was out of sight, only to see that no one was there. It had just been a trash bin lid that had probably been blown off by the wind. Turning back to her quarry guilt gripped her, and for a moment, there was hesitancy before she managed to manifest the will to pull the sling back and release the bullet. At that moment, her chest filled and became intoxicated with an overbearing feeling of grief as she fought the urge to gag.
She tried to reason with herself to calm. Her tensed configuration and broadened gaze distinctly revealing the shock she now felt. Her tongue passing over her parched lips she took a shaken breath, unable to tear her gaze away from the unmoving corpse that now lay on the ground in the streets below. In her ears she continued to hear the sound of the guns signature discord, now unable to stand upright as she felt her backlegs buckle beneath her weight, causing her to collapse onto the ground.
Unable to continue handling the arduous weapon she now clasped in her palm she put it down beside her. "Father will be proud." she repeated quietly to herself. "Father will be proud." Recollecting the instructions her father had so carefully given her she took a camera out of her bag and took a photograph of the mangled body that lay sprawled along the sidewalk before quickly stashing her gun into her bag and scrambling down the fire-escape to head home with her precious cargo.
March 26, 2003 had been the first time Sol Racoch had murdered anyone, and she had just turned 9 years old.
His tail twitched impatiently as he sat atop the ledge, peering down at the woman below. Scars were evident along the girls face, her hands shoved into her black leather pockets. The woman had never seen Kiba, and knew nothing of his existence, but Kiba knew more about this girl than the human would ever care to know about herself.
Shugorei were assigned to watch all kinds of people, and Kiba, had been given the difficult task of minding a human known as Sol. Sol was a temperamental being who was also incredibly mentally unstable, and a murderer. She had been raised in Japan herself, though she'd moved around quite a bit as a child and adult alike, her father having been in the same business as her. One could say it was a 'family' business. Mercenaries were still relatively common in certain areas of Japan.
During his time watching the human Kiba had learned to become more cold in personality, his sense of pity dulling as he watched the girl repeatedly beat, and murder other humans. Perhaps in his time with the human he'd learned to be just as cruel and vicious, or maybe it had been in him all along, but eventually, he started to feel some sort of odd, deeper connection with this soul he was protecting. For at one point, he chose to reveal himself to her...His movements spoke of the eternal chase between prey and predator, the explosion of gore at the climax, that gentle prayer the survivor offered. He paced along the rooftop with the madness of a murderer, and as his master approached, it was all the cat could do not to bristle when those dull eyes befell him.
"Why do you...do this!?" His tone was disdainful, disrespectful, but even he could not hide the curiosity that now stirred within his majestic gaze. His heavy paws halted, and the silence was dreadfully suffocating.
Sol swallowed reflexively, bunching the brown and white patterned gloves she wore on her hands within her fingers. She sought for a moment to try and explain the idea of her position while he continued on his familiar path around the curve of the rooftop and to the trash bin where he'd originally been sitting.
After a moment, the woman sighed and turned her near emotionless grey eyes to the other. "It's complicated... but surely even you can understand the idea of someone killing people for payment?" Her sentence was choppy and hesitant in places, where she was unsure whether her inquisitor recognized the English term of 'assassination.'
But Kiba merely hefted a mighty snort and began walking back and forth again, his muscles tensing and trembling. "But...your not that evil. Murder, of any kind, is evil. I don't understand why you do this Sol...as a child you showed such reluctance." The memory of the infant he'd watch metamorphosize into the killer she was today was...stirring, to say the least. It was difficult to watch someone so pure become something so gnarled and twisted simply because of the person that had raised them. He'd seen her first murder, and he'd tried to stop it. He'd knocked over a trash bin lid as to try and frighten her from that rooftop...but to no avail.
Frowning, the feline watched his master, his eyes locked at a dagger she now wielded in her right palm; but by that time Sol was lost in the memories she so carefully encased within her mind and had rifled an explanation. "It's not all bad you know."
Kiba's ears lifted, twitching. Evidently from his expression he was confused....even he knew murder was considered abominable. Though he had indeed killed before, he didn't do it the way she did. Not for money, not for power.
"Many of the people I kill," she began explaining in a gingerly manner, "are bad people. Gang leaders, people who are really better off dead. I know it may seem difficult to accept, especially considering that, well yes, I have killed some innocent people," she admitted quietly, "but in the process, Im also clearing out the wicked." she paused a moment, her eyes meeting his to see his reaction. "You see?"
Quirking one thick eyebrow, Kiba felt his claws knead the ground beneath him. "And so you find it right, that your actions are a means to an end?" He questioned, his tone hardened as he watched the dispassionate gaze of the other. This time, Sol was unperturbed by the hostility he presented in his tone.
"Yes." she replied quickly.
Kiba adopted a look of concern, his eyes wandering over her. "You have a disfigured view of things Sol. It isn't healthy."
"That may be true." she admitted, seeming to think it over a moment, "but, based on what you've told me about yourself Kiba," she said, her lips coiling into a slight smile. "it seems you do too."
One piece of Art:[ I am travelling in europe and so don't have colored pencils with me sorry! Had I known he would be for adoption I would definitely have brought them, but since he wasn't out before I left I didn't bring my pencil crayons. ;-;]
Made by me!- I worked so hard >n<
by me again
by me again
by me!
by me!- semi realism attemptWaiting on art from:
- matadorlover (2 pieces)- paid
- Staz (1 shaded fullbdy)- not yet paid
- TheOffspring (2 fullbodies)- paid
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Other: This is my first time trying for the species, and I never got a custom because id been waiting for the perfect one! And Kiba is my dream Shugorei *-* <3 I hope he can be my first one! I know for a fact one of my main competitor Naranda has more than four shugorei, so I hope in the future I can find as many here that I like as she does xD He truly is my dream one<33 And well...you can see he will gets lots of art based off of how much Ive drawn him myself for my form ^^; I only have three characters right now...he would be my fourth character, and my only feline. I would use him for drawing, maybe roleplaying, and writing stories. ^^
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