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Kemuri the Heladion
Kiesansu
Legacy Name: Kiesansu
The Glacier Tigrean
Owner: Valenrhyme
Age: 16 years, 7 months, 2 weeks
Born: September 27th, 2007
Adopted: 16 years, 7 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: September 27th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 7
- Strength: 13
- Defense: 14
- Speed: 13
- Health: 14
- HP: 14/14
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Clerk
"Without a soul
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there
and lead it back home...
bid my blood to run
before i come undone
save me from the nothing
ive become"
~Bring me to life by Evanescence
Name: Kiesansu Usui
Alias: Thief
Age: 41
Gender: Female
D.O.B: September 27
Species: Human
Physique: Skinny, Pale Skin
Height: 5�5�
Weight: 98 lb
Personality: Cold and somewhat distant, calculating and observant. Very slow to make any decision. Focuses on the details. Seems reserved and strong, but deep down is a bit fragile, and mentioning death, especially murder, will force her to leave the room, teary-eyed. She has to help anyone in trouble, even if they were her own enemy. She is afraid of fire.
Orientation: Straight
Relationship: Single
Friends: None. She doesn�t trust herself to be around people.
Enemies: No one specific
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am guilty of many things.
Ill think ill say that right now, before we get any further. I am guilty of terrible things that have happened to innocent people. But I try not to think about those things, try not to remember-
A window, open, a slight breeze making the curtain stir. A girl in a bed beside the window, moonlight illuminating her face. Me, climbing up onto the roof, a bag strapped to my back and a knife in my belt
I push the memory aside, but it keeps coming forward, not to be ignored, throwing my mistakes in my face-
Climbing through the widow, quiet, making my way across the floor of the room and to the dresser. A take a jewelry box and a small clock and put it in my bag. Crossing the room I make a move to open the door.
"Who are you?" her voice, and Ill never forget it now, her voice quiet, welcoming, like I was an old friend that she was surprised to see, not a robber come to harm her. She strikes a match to a candle that illuminates the room. I stand there, hand still on the door knob.
"Who are you?"� she repeats, moving the candle closer to me. I suddenly unsheathe my knife and lash out at her, slicing the air in front of her nose. She scrambles back on her bed, startled.
"Dont move and I wont have to hurt you," I say, holding the knife out in front of me, something that then, I wouldt hesitate to use. She falls silent, but then says, "Are you going to hurt my family?�
I dont answer, because I dont know, I dont know if ill have to hurt them, but I have a knife and I could.
She must know this, too, because when I turn to open the door, she launches herself at me. "Dont hurt anyone!"� she shouts, but I throw her off of me and slash her across the mouth. She cries out and drops the candle, setting the carpet in flames. I hear people stirring down the hall and the room starts to fill with smoke so I run, out the window and into the night.
I will forever remember the piercing cry of that girl who became trapped in that room and the house began to be swallowed by flames.
I dont even know if she died.
But if she did, it will have been my fault.
All my fault.
And there are many more things I have done, many more faults and mistakes I have made. I feel myself fading when I think about the lives ive destroyed, the people I have hurt, the things I can never change.
My pain is making me fade away, fade away into nothing but the tears I have shed over the lives I have lost.
Pet Treasure
Icicle Knife
Unscented Candle
Special Snowflake