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RPC Profile -- Hitoshi Haiyame
Name: Hitoshi Haiyame
Age: Varies by timeline; Born October 18, 1754
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 170 lbs
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If you were to ever meet this half demon, there wouldn't be much surprise if you know many full breeds. She has silvery white hair and fox ears and tail to match. She has fangs jetting from her canines on both the top on bottom and immensely sharp claws. However, the feature that most should be wary of would be her striking golden eyes. Simply with her eyes she has the ability to render you speechless, either with beauty.. or fear...


Personality: Hitoshi has a very interesting personality. She loves to be mischievous and often expresses such with her ears and her tail; the more it sways slowly from side to side, you can tell that she plotting something. More often than not, she is quick witted though she uses this sarcasm and nearly gothic demeanor to cover up her true intentions and emotions. If someone were to make one little comment, whether she is just lounging on the couch or making a rum and Coke, she won't even look at that person to make a sarcastic remark. Even though she can be cynically sarcastic, her temper can flare at anytime. If she were to ever become increasingly enraged, Hitoshi would lash out at anything, and there are many surprises which follow such rage.
Race: Half-demon Fox
Weapons: Hitoshi's favorite weapons are swords, blades and the like. She rarely uses guns or other weaponry unless they are precision weapons. For example, her favorite weapon is her long sword. She is also fond of her rapier. She is trained in many forms of swordsmanship and a few versions of gun training. The guns she does use on rare occasions include sniper rifles, scoped assault rifles, and modified precision guns.
Abilites: Although Hitoshi is a half-demon, she is considered to be one of the strongest half-demons to ever exist. Because of her family lineage, The Silver Fox line, Hitoshi inherited many of her mother's strengths. However, her mother managed to fall in love with a Native American human peasant who was raised by priests and who was blessed by the Great Spirit, giving Hitoshi one or two hidden spiritual powers. Her mother's powers which she inhereted include minor shape-shifting (allowing her to show herself in the form of a regular fox and occasionally if her temper is flared her full demonic form, another larger fox the size of 2 large draught horses), fire conjuring, and short range teleportation.
Interests: Hitoshi enjoys nothing more then sitting on the beach and just watching the ocean. She also has an odd obsession for autumn and fall colors. Her favorite place to be is in the Ever Changing room in her home. If she trusts you enough, she will show it to you. She almost always has to be doing something with her hands whether it be a craft or simply playing with fire.
Dislikes: If anything, Hitoshi hates her human side with a passion, and when she is human during her time of vulnerability she often disguises herself to be anything she can think of. She really hates people, but she loves individuals depending on there personality.

Bio: When Hitoshi was a young child she was loved by her parents and was not often mistreated by others as most half-demons would be. Hitoshi didn’t realize until much later in her life though that it was because most demons feared her lineage and specifically her mother. Of the entire line of pure Silver Foxes, Hitoshi’s mother, a full-breed Japanese fox demon, was the strongest of them all. Through selective breeding, which was customary to keep the Silver Foxes the strongest, Hitoshi grandmother and mother were the matriarchs of their clan. Hitoshi’s mother, Kaimira, decided to break this tradition, however, when she moved to North America to expand the family line and reduce the chances of inbreeding. Kaimira found the Native American plains tribe known as the Cherokee. She fell in love with an orphaned man who was raised by the shaman’s of the tribe and who was 24 years of age, while she was 437. Although forbidden by Hitoshi’s grandmother, the mother disobeyed any order given to her. Her father, simply referred to as Fox, called Kaimira “The Watcher,” as she would disguise herself every day in the form of her lineage, a silver fox, to watch and look over him. After a few years of association with the tribe, Kaimira was no longer feared and her and Fox were able to be joined together under the Great Spirit. Another two years later, they had a child together whom was named for her great-great Grandmother, Hitoshi. At this point, Hitoshi’s grandmother smiled and praised the Great Spirit for the birth of this child. In honor of the occasion, Hitoshi’s grandmother presented Kaimira and Fox with a gift; the house that her husband had built for his wife after they were joined. It was a large mansion built with architecture much before its time. Only those who are close to the Silver Fox family will know the secrets of this house.

When Hitoshi was a young, no more than nine years old, her parents were ambushed by the white wolf demon clan from Romania. Hitoshi watched her parents be slaughtered before her as she hid. The leader of clan heard the young girl as she ran from one room to the next. His red eyes trained on her and he leapt forth blocking her path. With a large swing of his massive paws in his demonic form, Hitoshi flew to the front of the house and burst through the door. Her pulse began to fade as he sauntered up to her. Swaddled in a breeze of ice, his form changed and he knelt next to the child who was laying on her back. Her chest was bleeding from three gaping wounds, a mocking of the trinity. He reached for her, his tall, broad form seemed to be a hulking mass. His stark white hair whipped in the strong winds.
“You are an abomination…” He muttered in a thick Romanian accent. “The most powerful demon of our time, soften by supple human flesh… The only fortunate circumstance of this… ‘Love…’ Is that I’ve finally been able to defeat her…” Her paused and grabbed the girl by her neck and lifted her up to his eye level. She opened her eyes to see furiously stimulated pupils surrounded by deep crimson irises. Her golden eyes shuddered in fear as he spoke.
“And you my dear… Will never see the light of another day…” He raised his hand, claws long and sharp ready to puncture through the girl’s chest. Suddenly he stopped. She was growling loudly in her chest. “Oh isn’t that just adorable… She thinks she has the ability to scare me! HA!”
“How dare you…” Hitoshi muttered under her breath, her voice hoarse and deep. “How.. Dare YOU!!!” She screamed and pushed against her aggressor. He fell to the ground and she was left standing over him. Her eyes darkened to a muddy yellow, red flake beginning to cover her irises. White fire surrounded her hands and slowly crawled up her arms as her anger grew. With blinding speed, even to that of the full demon before her, she grabbed his neck and pulled his chest forward to her. “You killed my mother… You killed my father…” Fire almost seemed to drip from her mouth as she grew more furious. “And now you’ll die…” Slowly the fire engulfed her full figure, morphing her face and body into that of an enormous silver fox marked and marred with red and black markings. The red flakes her in eyes glistened with hatred. Her muzzles snarled with an expression that almost showed joy…

And she remembered none of it. She awoke the next morning, leaned against an old tree outside of her father’s village. She looked down to her bloodied and torn clothing. Scared, she scrambled to her feet and inspected her chest and neck, but nothing was there accept for three large scars. She looked to the village and tried to run to seek comfort with her father’s mother. But as she went to enter the village, she was repelled by an unknown force. Her grandmother stepped out from her medicine room to see young Hitoshi on the ground, looking up at her, tears in her eyes. The grandmother simple pointed to the forest beyond the village as she began to cry as well. She turned her back to Hitoshi and walked away.

For years Hitoshi wandered the forest, wandered the land, and avoided contact with any creature. She was forced to deal with her form changes, fire abilities, and shaman abilities by herself. However, her solitude couldn’t last forever; the Great Spirit wouldn’t allow such a thing. After enough time had passed and Hitoshi reached a time of vulnerability, a time where she was forced to be human, she was able to enter a native tribe and learn from the medicine woman who lived there. Every month for a year, during the time of the waning third quarter moon, for a week, she was able to enter the village as a human and learned to control her human shaman abilities. After some time, she stopped going to the village and continued to solitude.
At the age of thirty-three, as she wandered the forest practicing her prayers, she heard the most intense growling call. Her curiosity spike, she ran to the direction of the noise. When she arrived, she hid behind the truck of a large treed and carefully peered around the edge. She was shocked at what she saw… She had only ever heard of them in stories but never would have thought that they would exist… It was a western dragon. His scales were black with a dark crimson iridescence in the moonlight. What caught her attention though was the pool of crimson liquid that caused this iridescence beneath him… He was injured. She cautiously approached him, but her heard the first of her footsteps. He turned his massive head and leaned towards her, opening his mouth to let out a long intimidating roar with power. But she stood there as his form seemed to cough and the sound petered away. She spoke soft native words as she continued to approach him. Hitoshi laid a hand on his side and he grunted, looking at her in irritation. She ignored him and looked down at his chest. He was marked… with the mocking of the trinity… and the wounds festered and bubbled as they dripped with blood. But what concerned her the most was that his heart was exposed. For a brief few moments she left then returned, holding herbs and a book. For weeks she sat with him and neither said a work nor growled. Once the dragon was healed enough to go on his own way, Hitoshi began to leave. Walking directly behind her, though was the massive dragon, which stood 6 feet above her 5’7” form. He lowered his head and looked her in the eyes.
“For weeks you sat with me and healed my injuries, care for me, but yet you leave. I cannot allow this.” Hitoshi was about to reach for the sword at her hip, which she had inherited from her mother, but the dragon’s massive paw gently stopped her. “I owe you my life. I shall not leave your side until I feel as though that debt is repaid. Until that is so, you are my master.” He bowed his head and waited for her response. She tried to protest for days, even weeks, but the eventually the dragon’s company grew on her.
“What is you name..?” She asked one night. “You never told me.”
“I do not have one. We dragons felt no need to address each other by a name.” He responded.
“But how would anyone know what to call you?”
“We simply talked to one another. Perhaps if it helps you to understand, I was occasionally referred to as ‘The Dark One,’ as I was the only black dragon in my lineage.” He was silent for a few minutes as he looked up at the sky and she laid against his scaly arm. “But… If you would like to name me… you may…” They were silent for a long while after that.
“Kurai… It means darkness in my mother’s native language… Do you like it?” She asked sheepishly. The dragon smiled at her before laying his head down for the night. “Good night, Kurai…” She said softly.
“Goodnight, Master Hitoshi.”

Over the years, Kurai did his best to help train Hitoshi about her fire abilities and helped her to control her anger, which she later found is was caused her transformation into her fully demonic form. The two of them traveled the continent for centuries together evolving with the times, and eventually making it back to her home where her father’s old village once stood. The forest has been untouched thanks to superstition of a terrible demon that lived there, so her family’s house was safe and oddly well maintained. At the age of 253, Kurai finally urged her to get a job, something to keep her grounded and occupied. Reluctantly, she agreed and eventually found herself in the company of Yami’s Bar and Grill, where she has stayed for the last six years. She finally bonded with other around her, found a group with which she could confide in.

But she still spends many of her days searching the world for the man who killed her parents. His form haunts her dreams and his name runs in circles around her mind… Asasinarea Genocid, the hunter wolf… And not matter what it takes, she will someday avenge her family.





 
 
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