Kaiyo Kaen

[kaiyo]

Name: Kaiyo (kai) Kaen

Age: 16

Appearance: . The red headband is her signature, her most prized possession (refer to bio). Kaiyo has a slender and athletic build, with a toned muscular figure that provides the girl with all the strength and agility she needs. Kaiyo usually wears a black polo shirt with thin white horizoontal lines along it; with the collar turned up. Along with grey trousers and bright red converse. Kaiyo is just below average height for her age, althoguh it doesn't seem to bother her too much.

Personality: Kaiyo is a fighter, she is stubborn and strong willed, leaving with without the optuion of giving up. The blonde girl is often abrasive to others but in general quite relaxed in the company of others. While being morally grey, Kaiyo will do so in her own terms, her hypocritical snese of justice often coming into play when witnessing otehrs being abused, althoguh the blonde girl would likely have attacked the victim in question herself, but in a more humane way...possibly.

Job: (Only if adult 18 and up age.)

History:
Kaiyo had what a physchiatrist would call a 'troubled childhood'. The small girl was an only child, her father own a small sake bar and his mother worked there from time to time and for the first 8 years of her life, Kaiyo was happy. At just 8 years old Kaiyo's parent were murdered, in front of her, the small girl had hidden in a closet as she watched her father fighting for his life, right before her mother took a bullet to the brains. Kaiyo trained, she'd seen the face of the man who had killed her parents and she needed revenge, he worked for the mafia, and luckily for Kaiyo, at the young age of only 10, she got her revenge.

The girl had a natural ability for combat, and even more so for not being caught after it. Kaiyo was adopted by her first family that moved to central Japan when she was 11. The girl picked up the language quickly and became quite fluent, but kaiyo continued to fight, anger and rage built up inside her the girl longed for combat. After coming home with broken bones and blood stained clothes Kaiyo's foster parents abandoned her; dropping the girl off at the nearest foster home. The troubled girl was able to appear normal, in control of the trigger that set her in a frenzy of rage. Kaiyo was however fostered and brought to live in Hinamizawa, with an elderly man. The man cares deeply for kaiyo, more than he would care to admit, but after living in Hinamizawa for his entire life he decides imparting his knowledge to the girl is key. Trying to teach a crazed and sadistic child about emotion and compassion.

Talents: Kaiyo has a raw talent for Katana's, usually weilding two at once. The girl can be quite persuasive with others, either through arguing back or simply twisting words Kaiyo can generally get what she wants. Fighting.

Weaknesses: Swimming, being absent minded, hot headed

RP Sample:
Kaiyo strummed her fingers along the stone, resting her head on her left hand as she stared blankly down from the rooftop. It was Sunday, early morning, and the sun was just coming up, it gave the town an unusually calming glow. With the rays of light gently spilling up the side of the wall the girl smiled, leaning over the edge of the rooftop as she smiled, a gently breeze sweeping her hair along in the air. Below the pleasant girl lay a man, motionless on the ground, he was the man who had killed Kaiyo's parents. Youshi, he had suffered until the very end, his dark greasy hair was sprawled in a pool of his own blood. His torn, cut suit riddles with holes, holes that would later be identified as stab wounds. Kaiyo clapped her lips together as she glanced down at her right foot. Her own blood stained clothes and cheeks simply sweeping thoghuts in the wind as she leant down and picked up two Katana's. One, her fathers, passed down throguh generations of their family, a high quality Katana with a blood red scabbard; the other, was Youshi's, a deep black scabbard covered the blood stained blade that the man had once weilded, never again.

Kaiyo rubbed the back of her neck gently, it ached, but so did her entire body. The girl gripped both Katana's as she placed her fathers gently at her hip, tying it loosly as it banged gently against her leg. The other blade was strapped onto her shoulder neatly. 'No regret', the words quite literally scarred on her back, at the very bottom, written in Japanese Kanji. Kaiyo wasn't in bad shape, she was covered in blood, but most of it wasn't hers, the child turned to leave, glancing once more down at the dead murderer as she walked slowly away from the rising sun. 'See you in hell' she muttered quietly to the man, and without a doubt, she would see him there.

[Itami Yakedo]

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