OOC: Been bored lately so during my break times at work and school I started writing this fan fic bio of my ingame character.
Simplistic, more or less. Her hair, tinted with the night's essence, is held in modesty. It gleams a silken dark indigo as the sun begins its dusk period, when the last fading lights make their slow recession back towards the deepened seas. Truly a marveling experienced, on both accounts. Subsequently following the gentle appearance of her mane, her eyes evoke an almond-shaped sapphire proclamation. The irides seem smoothed, glossed to a glossy perfection of ocean resonance. Conversely, the coy fixtures evoke an eerie presence, deeply terrifying when viewed during moments of heated confrontation, like the typhoon graced seas of the summer; however, at the same time instill a nurturing, motherly influence to those who duly call for it: even if unintentionally: continuously, through the combination of the two working in unique unison, has she received some form of banter from others. Normally resulting in flushed cheeks or taciturnly ignored responses from the lady, as to be expected of such a quaint individual. At least in her youth.
Sadly, her complexion lacks the luster achieved through her eyes, perhaps as some sort of reconciliation to the gifts previously granted. For no one can be completely perfect, as flaws make them who they are even if minuscule in comparison. Her skin, although free of acne and other hormonal displeasure, falls somewhat pale and deprived of the Sun's essential gifts. This fact is possibly due to her internal, as well as external, reclusive nature from society; in turn, she prefers to dwell amongst the beautiful vibrations of her grand stadium. Which sits earnestly waiting for her as she returns home from the busy world outside, she wholeheartedly wishes she could avoid. However, despite the unwanted gifts of her physical statements, one could not be any happier with herself: Possibly. In addition, she stands at a approximate height of five feet and eight inches, luckily average amongst those of her age, at least to her guess. Understandably, as long as she was able to reach the top shelf with moderate effort, she did not have too many problems over the effect. As a result from her strenous archery drills, Miavi's posture is fairly straight: her muscles strengthened and durable from constant physical training and sometimes even punishment. Either way these effects left her able to keep a nearly-perfect posture with little notice, discomfort, or effort. Her body is flexible, hardly damaged from short false and quick to bounce back after falling. Her reflexes are as sharp as any martial artist. perhaps even sharper: quick to respond only when provided with the necessary stimulus but else wise silent and brooding.
Aside from the basics: her body, from the base of her collar bone to the tip of her soles, is extensively ridden with various surgical scars ranging from simple lines to long trails. These rather, personal, markings were the ultimate result of intensive treatment bestowed upon her by the GOTEI 13 Operating Staff. Sadly, due to her eidetic memory, each scar serves as an individual memory to the pain and torment received from her time on the operating table: as she was fully conscious for each and every operation in the six years she spent resident within the facility. In addition to her rather abstractly artistic markings, she also sports a special code - "Shinigami" - embedded... tattooed upon her inner left forearm: a simple present all inmates are granted on their first day within the "program."
What is the definition of true evil? Is there one? Can Evil truly be described in such a simplistic form? Does it have it's own appearance, that separates fiction from reality? What would it look like? How would it act? Would it be calm and uncertain like the darkness, creeping silent upon its victims as the light fades? Or would it be vibrant and harsh a flame incinerating flesh: evoking screams of torment as it passes over it's victims? Perhaps it could be a child. One viewed to be innocent and naive. Ignorant to the world, ignorant to the course of psychopathy and it's varying forms. Each and ever more sinister and misunderstood than the last. A child whose gaze unbiasedly into another soul, fully knowledgeable of all intention and whim residing within them. A child whose eyes gleam of vibrant sapphire, crystallized through age and subtle nurturing. Eyes unburdened by the exhaustion of life and time, ever gleaming with energy and curiosity. Always intrigued by the trivial exploit of Man and the infinitesimal inquiries broadened by them. Perhaps she'd gaze innocently, deterring all thoughts of corruption and hatred from mind. Smilingly brightly with her coy gaze, luring in victims to her proximity. Deceiving even the most keen of minds with a simple flex of her frosted eyes: behind them lying over the ever-lasting turmoil of wrath waiting to be unleashed upon the world. Waiting to scorch the very Earth with its tenacity. As if they could even consider, that such quiet eyes could harness such wizened rage.
Maybe they were just blinded by so specific a form. A form representing the acute impotence of her apparent youth. A youth void of physical labor and consistent corporeal training, but rather intensified focus on one's mind. A mind unique to very few. All tortured by their very own existence and eternal questioning: a fact only increasing the self-philosophizing organ resident within their very skulls. An intellect; unclassified. Thoughts; unstable. Focus; polymathic. How gifted such an existence was. An existence understood by few and respected by many. A tortured genius left to pursue only the very fragments of truth within their heart. Judgment available only by the corruption of their inherent line. Line in which the Darkness of one's contentment rests in contempt with the minute etches of Light still trying to breed its way into the truth of the air. Did people truly expect her, in the manner physically represent in, to be as modest as her body shall proclaim. Did they realize the utter scientific nature of her logic? The urge to manipulate man like mere animals. Toying with their emotions and memories. Shattering mental barriers for the pure enjoyment external discontentment. The joyful process of woman eradicating man for unknown purpose, secret lead by the strings of a simple Hypothesis. Lost to the tort essences of simple mind games. Amusement. ...Hatred.
Intelligence is her virtue. For that she carries herself confidently, an interesting surety that leads her to believe what is necessary is necessary and the words of others generally don't sway her. At least, not on an external level. She prefers to read or spend time in the seclusion of herself, finding it rather hard to communicate with others on a "friendly" level. This fact is mostly due to her serious nature, lacking the ability to joke around or not come across as an insensitive creature. If the opportunity arises, Miavii is more than willing to voice her opinion, showing very little restraint to the effect of what her words portray. Her character is extremely blunt, not afraid of saying anything to anyone, regardless of emotional affiliation. Oddly she is rather reserved at the same time, speaking only when spoken too in most moments for her mind is always wandering. In short, she is one to retaliate rather than to engage unless the time deems it necessary.
Idiosyncratic-wise, She sports complete and total recall of events past the age of two, commonly labeled as an eidetic memory. In this, she is also hyperthymestic, allowing her to note even the most trivial details such as the day of the week and time of day, as well as other generally forgotten aspects such as clothing. These two effects allow her to basically "relive" past moments of her life in near perfect clarity. Making her an excellent source of information regarding her own personal life. However, this small effect has evoked a sense of Solipsism in his philosophical outlook: an outlook containing various aspects from Bushidō, Egotism, Idealism, Intellectualism, Machiavellianism, Nihilism and Rationalism. Furthermost, her knowledge is there by expanded by the teachings of Shintō, a mandatory education forced upon her by her Father's traditionalist whims despite his physical absence within her life. Miavii also shows an obsessive-compulsive nature, preferring a majority of things to be set in a certain way. To this effect she is fairly irritable and easily annoyed even if this irritation is not visible upon the surface of her persona. If someone doesn't know an answer to a question she finds as common knowledge, they are instantly made as the enemy and set to irritate her regardless of their level of intelligence. Her own work must be flawless, to the point where her own handwriting has become an art in itself, broken down to the perfection of every line, at least in to her perspective. Sadly, this is effect only occurs when she is writing, for moments after it becomes a horrendous statute of her personality. An aspect of how she views her life. Something is only pure for a moment, before becoming an object of torment the next. For that, she doesn't keep many people or things close, if any at all meet even the base of her criteria.
Due to these combined aspects, all of her decisions are predominantly based purely on logic and the utter definition of the words or ideas necessary to describe the situation, making her a logician of sorts and in turn highly methodical. In this effect, she only "loves" her family because the definition of family, at least to her tutelage, insists that she does so. Since being incapable to associate the emotion of "love" to her family, she mere assumes the textual definition to justify her actions taken in regards to her family. In short, she "loves" them because the words mandate her to "love" them. Not because she has an emotional inclination to cherish or protect them. This theory can be applied as justification to all of her actions, in order to deepen ones understanding of why she does what she does. Merely an object of Logos. However, as a benefit, she is extremely deductive and inductive, thereby only enhanced by her perceptive nature. Oddly, despite her logical persona, she isn't particularly a fan of logic based board games such as Chess. She finds the necessity of stagnancy rather burdensome and most boring.
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