Akina's Bio.

“May I… may I have a little taste of your blood? I promise it will not hurt… much…” ^^



“Yes Mistress… whatever you say mistress….. blah blah blah… Oh, she was listening to me wasn’t she?” >.>

Name: Akina Kimora

Race: Vampire

Apparent Age: 14-16

Actual Age: 257

Height:5’1"

Weight: 98 lbs

Hair Color: midnight black

Eye Color: a bright crystal blue

Blood Type: N/A

Special Markings: Of course she has two little fang marks on the base of her neck where she was bitten by her master.

Birthplace: Sendai Japan

Description of Home: As a human, Akina lived in a small Japanese style house with her parents. Now she is confined to a bedroom in an old fashioned house in a rundown area of France.

Sire:
Kalella Aimee Bourque

Educational Background: All of her educational knowledge has come from her sire.

Work Experience: She’s a jack of all trades, but a master of none. Her apparent age often creates problems in today's modern age, so she is at this time unemployed.

Strengths: She is a kind and warm hearted person that generally tries to help people (of course her vampiric nature cannot be ignored)

Weaknesses: She is a bit careless with her actions at times and has not successfully tapped into all of her abilities as an undead.

Fears: being alone or trapped in a small place

Philosophy: Live each day as if it was your last. Treasure every new experience. Live to take risks.

Hobbies: painting, drawing, making pottery, and collecting fireflies


Favorite food: While she is forced to drink human blood, she longs to enjoy sushi or sweet rice cakes.

Abilities:

blood magic (mostly used to make poison or healing potions)

mild telekinesis

vampire strength

able to shift into a bat, cat, or mist

heightened senses


History:
A sandy beach, cool ocean waves, and the scent of the salty crisp air are starting to become fading memories of Akina’s childhood home. Akina grew up in a small seaside village of what is now Sendai Japan. She lived in a small bamboo house with her parents and pet cat Suki. They lived a very simple life, running a small pottery shop near the sea. Akina loved to spend time helping her parents tend to the store. She would enthusiastically wait on the customers and help to create a few of the art pieces to sell alongside her mother’s treasured masterpieces. It had always fascinated her to watch her father make the clay out of something as simple as mud and then to see her mother work that clay with her hands until the substance formed into eloquent plates, cups, and bowls.

On special occasions her mother would use the clay to sculpt beautiful sculptures, vases, and decretive art pieces. Akina had even received a beautiful butterfly shaped trinket box for her fifth birthday. That day had been one of the joyous occasions she could ever recall. She remembered her mother baking her all kinds of sweets and her father spending hours with her catching fireflies. Along with the trinket box, she had also received her mother’s beautiful firefly necklace, and a handmade ink and brush set. The firefly necklace had been her favorite thing of all. She could swear that since birth she had admired that little amethyst shaped firefly that hung on a simple blue string around her mother’s slender neck. How often she begged to hold it and wear it, wanting to look just like her. The whole village played music for her and there was a party so grand she felt as if she were a beautiful goddess. She fell asleep that night, wrapped up tightly in her loving mother’s arms. How safe and secure she felt with her.


After Akina’s fifth birthday her memories started to blend together, like water brushing up against sand. She still recalled times of happiness but they were few and far between. The village was struck with famine, a third of the people dying almost instantly. Akina had never seen a sickness such as this, only knowing the symptoms were a high fever and then breaking out in a terrible rash. The harvest was bad that year as well, causing people to savor the smallest offering of rice. She remembered being forced to eat one small meal a day, her tummy begging for more food by nightfall. To make matters worse, it wasn’t too long before Akina’s mother had fallen ill. By this time Akina had turned eight. She stayed at her mother’s side every day, faithfully dabbing her head with a wet cloth. She often fell asleep at her mother’s side, since she was always afraid it would be the last time she would see her alive.

By the summer of that year, there were only a few families left in the area and Akina’s father was considering abandoning his ill wife to take Akina to a safer village. On one of these hot summer nights the air was so thick and sticky that Akina could not bear to sleep. Her father took her outside and sat with her on the ground. She could see it in his eyes that he was tired and hopeless. She placed her small hand to his face to try and comfort him. She could still remember that lasting smile and the conversation they had that night. He told her that he needed to leave to find some medicine for her mother. She had told him how frightened she was of her mother dying and of being left alone in the dark. He took a small glass jar and filled it up with lightning bugs. He told her that they would act as a nightlight and would keep her safe through the night. He then placed his hand to the lightning bug charm that hung around her neck and reminded her that so long a she had it, her mother would always be right there with her. She spent the remainder of the night watching over her mother as her father left for his journey, the jar of lightning bugs emitting a soft comforting glow at her side. She fell asleep on the floor at her mother’s bed, not yet knowing her father would never come home.

Later that evening before the sun could yet rise she was awoken by a terrible crash. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up as quickly as possible. All she could do was gasp at the tall pale woman that stood before her. The woman had her mother by her shirt collar with her neck close to the woman’s face. Two gaping holes were visible on her mother’s neck with blood still dripping out of both of them. The woman had finished off Akina’s father in the woods and had followed his scent to this place. The woman’s eyes seemed hollow, shinning a dull crimson red. No expression crossed the woman’s face as she dropped her mother’s corpse unceremoniously to the ground, edging closer towards the girl. Akina was only able to utter one word “Mom!” before stumbling backwards and bursting into sobs. She looked to the jar of fireflies for comfort but the light had dimmed and the insects lay dead at the bottom of the jar.

Akina could and would never forget the words that came next from a deep hollow voice of the woman that grabbed her arm with icy fingers.

“There is no use in crying child. Your tears mean nothing to me. Your mother was suffering and now she is gone. She was dying from illness. You father was not faring well either and so; you should know …that he is gone as well. You are the only one left child and now you will come with me.”

That was the day Kalella had saved Akina’s life or possibly ended it. The rest of the long drawn out story is one that Akina does not wish to discuss.

OOC Notes:

If anyone is interested in playing Kalella, her sire, please feel free to message. ^^



Also, this picture is meant to be a painting of her done after she was turned.


The picture is not mine. Credit goes to the artist.