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Katana the Red Rreignling
Shinobi
Legacy Name: Shinobi
The
Nightmare TigreanOwner:
SEOULAge: 10 years, 1 month, 2 weeks
Born: February 26th, 2014
Adopted: 10 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: February 26th, 2014
Pet Spotlight Winner
December 1st, 2017
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Anyone can go insane. It infects the mind and never lets go. I am losing my mind. Every day I slip further into the darkness as I feel it trying to claim me. I’ve never been normal, even my parents knew that from an early age. It’s why I was always being studied, examined by those that wanted to hurt me. I can do things other people can’t even fathom, and therefore they fear me. I try to defend myself just enough to survive, but that only made matters worse. Any defensive action brought out my powers full force. I would send things flying or shapeshift into things unknown and fantastical. I was able to possess anything or anyone it was truly terrifying to meld thoughts with someone who thought they were about to die.
I must be losing my mind.
Those things are not considered normal. On top of that I was also able to see things in the past and the future. Naturally, I was declared insane and sent to an asylum where I met people that did not fear me, but rather people who were like me. I should say that when I get angry, really angry, I turn into something otherworldly, not human in the least. I take on a form that is unearthly when I wake up everything is in ruins and I recall nothing.
I must be losing my mind.
During my days in the asylum I spent my time honing my uncontrollable skills. During the nights however I was teaching myself how to fight. Hand to hand combat and martial arts could come in handy if all else failed. I was already an expert at using the sword but one skill is unable to defeat an army. I was slowly getting better at shifting forms as well as controlling others to do what I wanted them to do. I was tired of being shunned having no idea about who or what I was. I wished to have lived in another age one that would respect me and treat me like who I was. I did not want to be the bad guy I wanted to help stop the evil consuming the world.
I must be losing my mind.
It seemed though I would have my wish after my 18th birthday I stopped growing, stopped aging. I watched the world change from inside my trap. I was always being locked up caged like an animal. It was not that I had stopped growing, I was just growing very slowly and I did not know the reason why. Others would tell me I had a strange shadowy aura that always followed me. Until now I had been perfectly fine but that was also when other strange things began to happen. I was plagued by nightmares and strange dreams that seemed to call to me, and when I woke up, I was not where I fell asleep.
I must be losing my mind.
Glancing around it looked like I was in some sort of fortress. Huge tapestries and scrolls were on the walls and I could hear people speaking. I slowly walked toward the voices afraid they would hear or see me but when I got there they hardly glanced. The speaker was like a living shadow. He wore a bamboo hat that covered most of his face, and his clothes were that of a ninja or warrior. He held a strange sword that emitted a mysterious blue aura. I thought to myself about what others told me back at the asylum. Was this man the shadow that always followed me?
I must be losing my mind.
“We must tell the girl! She is the first of her kind to have been born in a thousand years!” The shadowy man was clearly angry and I became even more curious about what they were speaking of. When the other speaker spoke, I felt chills go down my spine because I knew that voiceHe was my ‘father’ from my early days in the asylum. He always treated me well, unlike the others who were to afraid.“No! We must send her away, it is her only hope. Our only hope…”
He was pacing back and forth, looking outside. I walked over to the window and saw a village that looked like one from an unknown dynasty. Further out were endless plains that went on for miles.“The time is not now for her to know of her curse.” The man continued. “She will find out when the time is right.”I felt myself being drawn out of the strange vision; the world was becoming cloudy. I tried to shout out at the man who I knew to be my father, but I could not.
I must be losing my mind.
When I woke up, I was back on my bed in the asylum wondering what had just happened. What had I just seen? Was my entire life a lie? My parents had abandoned me to this place, but then what could explain what I had just seen? I had to find him. I had to find my Father. I had to find that fortress. But where would I even start?
In the coming months I planned my escape from the asylum. I then made my way to Japan. Since the shadowy figure seemed to be a traditional ninja, Japan seemed the most logical place to start. I did not stand out thankfully, even with my sense of fashion. I was here but now what? I had so little to go off of. How would I be able to figure out what I was meant to do?
I am losing my mind.
Who am I truly? When I was still at the asylum I managed to earn myself a nickname that is the only name I remember. Even if I have no idea about who I really am I will always be the Shinobi, and I will always be me. Does this name hold a key to the past and present? Anything is possible.Why else would I see ninjas in my visions, and why would they call do me?
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