Fantasy Rising Sun CS

[Fluffy-Kat]

FAr too self-conscious like always, love. Its perfectly fine hahaha. Accepted

Oh thank god i was getting anxiety xDDDD from the anticipation

 

[shadowz1995]

Oh thank god i was getting anxiety xDDDD from the anticipation

With me? Come on now

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

With me? Come on now

*sigh* you right

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

Appearance:
Standing at about 5'6, Kyou is sleek and voluptuous. Going hand in hand with her frisky personality, Kyou isnt afraid to flaunt her rounded hips, cinched waist, and her "well-endowed" chest. Long, black hair runs all the way down to the small of her arched back, tangle free, and as fine as silk threads that always seems to have an enticing scent of newly blossomed flowers. Sometimes she will let it hang loosely, other times she'll have it tied up in an unruly tail or a loose braid, both styles reflecting her wild, uncontrolable nature. Her skin is soft and fair, irresistably kissable and temping to touch. But what seems to capture her victims most are a pair of large, cat-like, yellow eyes that sparkle with mischief and lust. Tied together with pink, plump lips that always seem to be curved in a wicked smile.

Spoiler: Kyou (human)

(Ignore them tattoos n shit)

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Species:
Spirit-User

Spoiler: Kyou (Feline)

Personality:
To put it in the simplest way possible: if psychotic incarnate and a nymphomaniac had a lust child. Dangerous and crazy is something you dont want to mix together, and unfortunately its already been done and manifested into Kyou. This spirit-user always has a wandering eye for any man of interest to ensnare. Her primal instincts run wild. Flirtatious and alluring, Kyou is always seeking easy prey to take her into their bed, however her best victories are those that prove to be challenging. Kyou, a woman who almost always recieves a yes from eager men, finds a firm 'no' especially arousing. This sadistic feline associates pain with pleasure, whether inflicted on her self, or causing the pain, a little rough play is always being sought after. A casual one-nighter is child's play, a man that can firmly take control no matter how difficult she can be is what she really wants. Kyou is always looking for the strongest, roughest, and toughest, in hopes theyll be the same in bed.

She truly just wants to see the world burn. Even in combat Kyou expresses her sadism, with no intent in holding it back. She displays joy when taunting and torturing her enemies, and will sometimes may even prolong a battle just to get her fix of causing pain. With a smile always plastered on her face, she never has any remorse for anything she does that may seem....inhumane. Kyou doesnt seem to be bothered by anything a person can say. Even snide remarks and come backs cant wipe off the smug smirk on her face. Itll take a lot to break this crazy bitch from her eternal twisted happiness.

Lastly, the way Kyou carries herself is quite cat-like. Like most spirit-users traits of the animal manage to find their way into their human form. Like a cat, Kyou is michevious, sleek and playful. She schemes and plays with her victims before going for the kill. But of course also doesnt mind laying around and doing nothing but pampering herself once in a while. She goes to the beat of her own drum really.

Abilities:
Kyou is cat-like in combat as she is in personality. She strikes fast, with excellent agility and considerable prowess. She gets bored of easy prey, and excited from a challenge, indicating a level of bloodlust. She relishes in gruesome thoughts and because of that prefers to get down and dirty with her own two hands. Growing excited from feeling the last breath of her opponent in her grasp.

Kyou relies on speed and flexibility over strength in hopes to evade blows and chip away at the opponent's patience and energy trying to out maneuver her. When that fails she'll begin to use her patronizing ways to get into her opponent's head, in hopes they'll grow sloppy in their anger and frustration.

The feline, femme fatale prefers hand to hand combat, its a little more personal, but understands that against much bigger or stronger opponents weapons can increase her range or her damage output. She has experience with some weapons, adept with archery, and can handle herself with a blade or two but shes no expert swordsman.

(Oh ye i forgot to add, shes got them kitty cat senses, excellent hearing, great eyesight in dark or day, etc)

Weaknesses:
-Like any other mortal being, her physical body succumbs to cuts, stabs, etc.
-Strength is an area she severely lacks in. With her womanly figure, her arms look rather dainty, with little to no muscle tone. Her physique is a little more toned around her core and legs but thats about it. Facing a much larger enemy with brute strength can end badly if she isnt careful and quick enough.
-Though she can find her way with weapons, she isnt the greatest. She never had any special training aside from weaponless combat so if she wanted to be equally matched with an opponent who has a sword, she'll have to try a little harder.


Backstory:
The farthest her memory reaches goes back to living in a brothel with countless other women. The women there were very nice to her, and told her about how she came to the house one night. Her, what they assumed, mother came in the bitter cold of a winter night and dropped off Kyou as a little baby at the doorstep. The women couldnt understand why she would pick a brothel, of all places, to leave her baby, but they felt it was because the women could take care of her. The service women felt bad that a baby girl would be raised in such a place, where the girls were taught to sell their bodies for the profit of everyone but themselves. At first the head mistress of the trade didnt want to take the baby in, "This is no place for a baby," she said with the most disgusted tone. But on second thought, and thinking only about the money, she could become the best "entertainer" theyve ever had. Start em young, right? And so they kept her, fed her, raised her, but as she got older, things got a little difficult.

By around 9 years old, Kyou discovered she was a spirit-user...as did the mistress. The mistress was furious, and almost kicked her out, "Do you know what people do to your kind?!" she asked her. Kyou, by this age, was already having the blood thirsty thoughts of killing the woman when ever she would raise her voice and scold her. But once again, the other women would come to her rescue and vouch for her. The mistress succumbed to their pleas and remembered that she could be their best seller yet. So once again she allowed her to stay, with the warning that shes never to use her gifts ever, "Or I'll skin you alive," she added. Kyou worked as just a maid this time. Being young and undeveloped she couldnt offer much except cleaning and offer their paying customers beverages...even during their...time with the women. She became desensitized to 'sexual encounters'. But just because she was young she wasnt safe, there were a couple customers that had the twisted fantasies of young girls and as long as they payed, the mistress didnt care..... and thus a new world had just opened up to Kyou.

Fast forward to her teen years and Kyou had begun her developments and the mistress put her to work. Dressing her, putting make up on her, fixing her hair and doing anything to make her more attractive. Kyou didnt really care, after all she knew this was coming for sometime, all she asked was for the men to be attractive. The mistress at least granted her that, and promoted Kyou to be reserved only for the best, young payers.

At first it was fine. But the more she grew comfortable in the business the more bold she became. Little by little she did things that were painful while she had a man in the bedroom. And one by one they left the premises upset and livid, complaining to the mistress that something was wrong with that girl. As punishment, the mistress grabbed the girl by her long beautiful hair and locked her in a dark room that was so small, it couldve been a broom closet. Kyou would go mad...Being left with her own dark thoughts. After a few days shed be let out and set to work again. Once again everything started off fine, customers leaving satisfied and sometimes paying extra bt as time passed things grew demented. Over and over again, shed be locked away. Each time growing crazier and crazier. She hated that room. She pounded at the door and screamed until she broke skin on her hands. When she began to learn how to escape, the mistress would chain her wrists, and they would grow purple from the struggling.

Fastforward to her late teen years, going on 20, and for the first time she had done something she had always dreamed of doing. When a particular customer's time was up the mistress came in to notify him but found his limp body straddled under Kyou, and a knife in his chest. Blood splattered on her face and ran down her neck, "I finally did it!" Kyou laughed.

"You certainly have." Once again the mistress grabbed Kyou by the hair and began to pull her back to the room, but crazed by her blood lust she fought back and broke free, pushing the woman into the room instead, "Ive always wanted to go this," she confessed, dreaming about this day. Kyou's soft hands wrapped around the older woman's neck and she squeezed tightly. Her bright yellow eyes stared right into the woman's brown ones with a bloodied smile. She could feel her throat opening and closing for air, but she just squeezed harder. The woman clawed at the hands at her neck and kicked as much as she could but it didnt work. Kyou watched as she drew her last breath and fell limp. She got up and walked back to the young man's body that was growing cold under the moon's light coming through, and put a foot over his chest while she bent down to pull out the knife. She went back over to the woman and bent down, "Cant be too careful," she giggled and slowly dragged the blade across her neck. Kyou's slitted pupils looked down at the set of keys tied around the woman's waist, and quickly snatched them. She stood up, looking down at the dead body with a grin, her hand tossed the keys up before they landed back into her palm, and licked the blood that was dripping to her lips, returning to that wicked smile. Kyou left the room and tossed the keys between the bars the rest of the women, waiting to be used, were behind, being kept as display to entice passing men. With out words she gave one nod, standing naked before them, and in a quick second turned into her feline form before escaping the brothel all together.

Dont cross the path of this black cat...


Equipment:
-The clothes on her back
-A small pouch of money she keeps in her breasts
-Two small daggers for protection


Extra:
-Frequently likes to indulge in drinking and smoking
-Only ever thinking about one thing
-Almost always has a sly smile on her face
-Has a great affinity for seafood and finicky with everything else
-Hates getting wet (not including baths or swimming) i.e. having things spilled on her, rain, etc.
-Absolutely can not stand being held captive, having her freedom taken from her
-Women forced as sex slaves bring out the last sliver of humanity left in her....pretty much the only thing that can.

Quote & Theme Song:

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[shadowz1995]

WIIIIIIIIIP

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Why do you do this to me my love

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

Why do you do this to me my love

Huehuehueeeeee x3

 

[Roleplay Skittle]

Name: Sumire
Appearance:​

A Haiku about Sumire
Quiet as the moon
Observant but doesn’t care
Please leave me alone​

Statistics

Name: Otohata Sumire

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Species: Spirit User

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 120 lbs

Temperament: Melancholic

Appearance description/extra details: Crescent shaped birthmark on her left shoulder blade

Equipment: The tanto and katana her mentor gave her as a parting gift

Personality

Personality: In a nutshell, Sumire is rather languid. She’d rather do nothing at all than have to exert any effort. She has a preference for remaining in her cat form just because she doesn’t want to spend the energy to transform and keep a Human appearance. She has a general disinterest in anything going on around her unless it affects her directly. She would typically rather associate with her own kind (other cats), though she has grown fond of an elderly Human woman in the nearby village that she calls O bachan. She knows the woman’s name, but she just chooses not to call her by it. Likewise, O bachan calls her Pattopatto or Patto-chan. Typically quiet, she generally lets her mannerisms speak for her, but when she does choose to talk it can come out rather bluntly because she doesn’t think much about buffering or censoring what she has to say.

Abilities: Feline grace and agility are marvelous things, and Sumire was lucky enough to have Takagawa Jiiro to help her refine her natural abilities. Under his careful tutelage, she learned to scale tall structures and more specifically, not get stuck at the top. Being of the feline breed, Sumire was already relatively good at climbing, she just wasn’t always good at climbing back down. With Jiiro’s help, she came to where she could do both.
Along with becoming not only upwardly inclined, but downwardly inclined, Sumire also learned various basic acrobatic movements that could be used to enhance her abilities when it came to the martial arts she learned, and not only that, but she also became adept at using them for evasion as well as running away which was often her initial response.
Along with the refinement of her previously somewhat lacking climbing abilities and acrobatics, Jiiro taught Sumire hand-to-hand combat skills. His primary focus was on teaching her jiu jitsu because of her small size to try and help her gain an advantage should she ever get into a combat situation. He also schooled her in how to properly kick and punch as a last resort should her initial attempts at defense fail.
While his skills in weaponry were more for entertainment than combat, Jiiro was capable of wielding a sword and he passed those abilities on to Sumire. She is no master swordsman, but she can wield a sword herself and defend herself when needed.

Weaknesses: Like any mortal, she has typical mortal weaknesses. Despite having the ability to defend herself, Sumire is rather small and prefers to run and hide rather than face conflict. Ineptitude when it comes to dealing with Humans, despite having lived around them, the only one she has ever really interacted with is O bachan.

Backstory

Sumire’s mother was a Spirit User that had taken to remaining as a Human and staying in the local village from the time she came of age and eventually, one of the townsmen fell in love with her and wanted to marry her. This was before the change in the spiritual flow.
Prior to Sumire’s birth, her mother and father had three other children; twins, a boy and a girl, and their eldest which was another boy. The eldest boy was born fully Human, as were one of the twins. The twin boy, however, was born as a pure feline and Sumire’s mother had to hide him away within the forest in the care of her own family.
Sumire’s mother continued to care for her Human family, while making excuses often to return to the forest to care for the kitten that she couldn’t bring with her back to the village for fear of being discovered. When the seal began to weaken, Sumire’s mother began noticing an inability to maintain her disguise for extended periods of time. She began leaving the village more frequently to rest her powers so that when she returned to the village, she would be safe still.
This went on for some time and the strain in her marriage, with her Human family, became more tedious which caused her to lose focus more often, making it harder for her to retain her disguise. This went on for two years and in that time she came to be with child again, this time with Sumire.
Her mother finally made the decision to leave the village and her loved ones behind, afraid to be caught out of her disguise. It hurt her deeply to leave them, knowing that they would either hate her because they found out her secret, or they would hate her because she left them.
Reverting to her feline form, Sumire’s mother never took her Human form again and eventually, from the sadness she felt, she wilted away until she passed on to the spirit realm.
Unlike her mother and siblings, Sumire was born with neither the black and white or black fur her feline family bore, nor the black hair that her Human family had, her fur and hair both grew in an unnatural white shade. In a way, this caused her to not want to turn to her Human form because she would just stand out so much so most of the time she would be seen roaming the village as a cat.
No one thought anything of a stray white cat, and in this way she was able to keep an eye on her family. Watching her older brother and sister as they grew, occasionally her older brother that didn’t have her abilities, coming with her.
Eventually her feline brother grew tired of going to the village to watch a family that he wasn’t a part of. He had known their mother, but he hadn’t known the Humans and preferred to stay in the forest with the others like him.
Sumire on the other hand, grew accustomed to the village and eventually O bachan took a liking to her and would offer her treats and scraps, so she began to think of the old woman’s home as her own and was able to come and go as she pleased.
When she was in her early teens, another Spirit User passed through the village and they were able to pick each other out nearly immediately. When she was able, she approached him, learning that his animal form was a Macaque and earned his living by traveling from village to village as a performing acrobatic and martial artist. He explained to her that, as a Human, it was easier to travel because then he wouldn’t be in one village long enough for anyone to discover what he really was.
Sumire was quite taken with the idea, though she was hesitant and decided that she couldn’t travel without a way to defend herself if she needed to and it was by this that the traveling performer volunteered to teach her his martial arts.
His name was Takagawa Jiiro and he stayed at the village for several weeks, entertaining the townsfolk as well as tutoring Sumire when he could. Eventually the time came, however, for Jiiro to depart.
Jiiro asked Sumire to come with him, but she was slightly torn. Most of Sumire’s relatives aside from the Human ones had already moved on, all that was left was her feline brother. She also found it hard to leave O bachan. The old woman didn’t know she was a Spirit User, but it didn’t matter, she had seen her out checking to see if Sumire had come home and she felt as though she would be abandoning her if she left for too long.
Sumire made up her mind and before Jiiro left, she led her brother to O bachan’s home and virtually introduced the two. Then she could feel safe that her brother was in good hands and that O bachan would still have a companion.
With some sadness, she left with Jiiro, spending the next four years in his care and learning all that she could from him, from how to deal with Humans, to the rivalry with the Kitsune, as well as what she had gone with him for, to learn the skills he had gained as an entertainer, his deft skills with swords, his agility when it came to acrobatics, and his prowess with martial arts.
Sumire stayed with Jiiro for four years from the time she was fourteen and eventually she decided to return to her home village. Her brother had already passed on as well and so now she is only left with O bachan.

[Still in progress, but no patience has I! Rawr! :F]

coded by Roleplay Skittle

 

[shadowz1995]

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Appearance:
Standing at about 5'6, Kyou is sleek and voluptuous. Going hand in hand with her frisky personality, Kyou isnt afraid to flaunt her rounded hips, cinched waist, and her "well-endowed" chest. Long, black hair runs all the way down to the small of her arched back, tangle free, and as fine as silk threads that always seems to have an enticing scent of newly blossomed flowers. Sometimes she will let it hang loosely, other times she'll have it tied up in an unruly tail or a loose braid, both styles reflecting her wild, uncontrolable nature. Her skin is soft and fair, irresistably kissable and temping to touch. But what seems to capture her victims most are a pair of large, cat-like, yellow eyes that sparkle with mischief and lust. Tied together with pink, plump lips that always seem to be curved in a wicked smile.

Spoiler: Kyou (human)

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(Ignore them tattoos n shit)

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Species:
Spirit-User

Spoiler: Kyou (Feline)

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Personality:
To put it in the simplest way possible: if psychotic incarnate and a nymphomaniac had a lust child. Dangerous and crazy is something you dont want to mix together, and unfortunately its already been done and manifested into Kyou. This spirit-user always has a wandering eye for any man of interest to ensnare. Her primal instincts run wild. Flirtatious and alluring, Kyou is always seeking easy prey to take her into their bed, however her best victories are those that prove to be challenging. Kyou, a woman who almost always recieves a yes from eager men, finds a firm 'no' especially arousing. This sadistic feline associates pain with pleasure, whether inflicted on her self, or causing the pain, a little rough play is always being sought after. A casual one-nighter is child's play, a man that can firmly take control no matter how difficult she can be is what she really wants. Kyou is always looking for the strongest, roughest, and toughest, in hopes theyll be the same in bed.

She truly just wants to see the world burn. Even in combat Kyou expresses her sadism, with no intent in holding it back. She displays joy when taunting and torturing her enemies, and will sometimes may even prolong a battle just to get her fix of causing pain. With a smile always plastered on her face, she never has any remorse for anything she does that may seem....inhumane. Kyou doesnt seem to be bothered by anything a person can say. Even snide remarks and come backs cant wipe off the smug smirk on her face. Itll take a lot to break this crazy bitch from her eternal twisted happiness.

Lastly, the way Kyou carries herself is quite cat-like. Like most spirit-users traits of the animal manage to find their way into their human form. Like a cat, Kyou is michevious, sleek and playful. She schemes and plays with her victims before going for the kill. But of course also doesnt mind laying around and doing nothing but pampering herself once in a while. She goes to the beat of her own drum really.

Abilities:
Kyou is cat-like in combat as she is in personality. She strikes fast, with excellent agility and considerable prowess. She gets bored of easy prey, and excited from a challenge, indicating a level of bloodlust. She relishes in gruesome thoughts and because of that prefers to get down and dirty with her own two hands. Growing excited from feeling the last breath of her opponent in her grasp.

Kyou relies on speed and flexibility over strength in hopes to evade blows and chip away at the opponent's patience and energy trying to out maneuver her. When that fails she'll begin to use her patronizing ways to get into her opponent's head, in hopes they'll grow sloppy in their anger and frustration.

The feline, femme fatale prefers hand to hand combat, its a little more personal, but understands that against much bigger or stronger opponents weapons can increase her range or her damage output. She has experience with some weapons, adept with archery, and can handle herself with a blade or two but shes no expert swordsman.

(Oh ye i forgot to add, shes got them kitty cat senses, excellent hearing, great eyesight in dark or day, etc)

Weaknesses:
-Like any other mortal being, her physical body succumbs to cuts, stabs, etc.
-Strength is an area she severely lacks in. With her womanly figure, her arms look rather dainty, with little to no muscle tone. Her physique is a little more toned around her core and legs but thats about it. Facing a much larger enemy with brute strength can end badly if she isnt careful and quick enough.
-Though she can find her way with weapons, she isnt the greatest. She never had any special training aside from weaponless combat so if she wanted to be equally matched with an opponent who has a sword, she'll have to try a little harder.


Backstory:
The farthest her memory reaches goes back to living in a brothel with countless other women. The women there were very nice to her, and told her about how she came to the house one night. Her, what they assumed, mother came in the bitter cold of a winter night and dropped off Kyou as a little baby at the doorstep. The women couldnt understand why she would pick a brothel, of all places, to leave her baby, but they felt it was because the women could take care of her. The service women felt bad that a baby girl would be raised in such a place, where the girls were taught to sell their bodies for the profit of everyone but themselves. At first the head mistress of the trade didnt want to take the baby in, "This is no place for a baby," she said with the most disgusted tone. But on second thought, and thinking only about the money, she could become the best "entertainer" theyve ever had. Start em young, right? And so they kept her, fed her, raised her, but as she got older, things got a little difficult.

By around 9 years old, Kyou discovered she was a spirit-user...as did the mistress. The mistress was furious, and almost kicked her out, "Do you know what people do to your kind?!" she asked her. Kyou, by this age, was already having the blood thirsty thoughts of killing the woman when ever she would raise her voice and scold her. But once again, the other women would come to her rescue and vouch for her. The mistress succumbed to their pleas and remembered that she could be their best seller yet. So once again she allowed her to stay, with the warning that shes never to use her gifts ever, "Or I'll skin you alive," she added. Kyou worked as just a maid this time. Being young and undeveloped she couldnt offer much except cleaning and offer their paying customers beverages...even during their...time with the women. She became desensitized to 'sexual encounters'. But just because she was young she wasnt safe, there were a couple customers that had the twisted fantasies of young girls and as long as they payed, the mistress didnt care..... and thus a new world had just opened up to Kyou.

Fast forward to her teen years and Kyou had begun her developments and the mistress put her to work. Dressing her, putting make up on her, fixing her hair and doing anything to make her more attractive. Kyou didnt really care, after all she knew this was coming for sometime, all she asked was for the men to be attractive. The mistress at least granted her that, and promoted Kyou to be reserved only for the best, young payers.

At first it was fine. But the more she grew comfortable in the business the more bold she became. Little by little she did things that were painful while she had a man in the bedroom. And one by one they left the premises upset and livid, complaining to the mistress that something was wrong with that girl. As punishment, the mistress grabbed the girl by her long beautiful hair and locked her in a dark room that was so small, it couldve been a broom closet. Kyou would go mad...Being left with her own dark thoughts. After a few days shed be let out and set to work again. Once again everything started off fine, customers leaving satisfied and sometimes paying extra bt as time passed things grew demented. Over and over again, shed be locked away. Each time growing crazier and crazier. She hated that room. She pounded at the door and screamed until she broke skin on her hands. When she began to learn how to escape, the mistress would chain her wrists, and they would grow purple from the struggling.

Fastforward to her late teen years, going on 20, and for the first time she had done something she had always dreamed of doing. When a particular customer's time was up the mistress came in to notify him but found his limp body straddled under Kyou, and a knife in his chest. Blood splattered on her face and ran down her neck, "I finally did it!" Kyou laughed.

"You certainly have." Once again the mistress grabbed Kyou by the hair and began to pull her back to the room, but crazed by her blood lust she fought back and broke free, pushing the woman into the room instead, "Ive always wanted to go this," she confessed, dreaming about this day. Kyou's soft hands wrapped around the older woman's neck and she squeezed tightly. Her bright yellow eyes stared right into the woman's brown ones with a bloodied smile. She could feel her throat opening and closing for air, but she just squeezed harder. The woman clawed at the hands at her neck and kicked as much as she could but it didnt work. Kyou watched as she drew her last breath and fell limp. She got up and walked back to the young man's body that was growing cold under the moon's light coming through, and put a foot over his chest while she bent down to pull out the knife. She went back over to the woman and bent down, "Cant be too careful," she giggled and slowly dragged the blade across her neck. Kyou's slitted pupils looked down at the set of keys tied around the woman's waist, and quickly snatched them. She stood up, looking down at the dead body with a grin, her hand tossed the keys up before they landed back into her palm, and licked the blood that was dripping to her lips, returning to that wicked smile. Kyou left the room and tossed the keys between the bars the rest of the women, waiting to be used, were behind, being kept as display to entice passing men. With out words she gave one nod, standing naked before them, and in a quick second turned into her feline form before escaping the brothel all together.

Dont cross the path of this black cat...


Equipment:
-The clothes on her back
-A small pouch of money she keeps in her breasts
-Two small daggers for protection


Extra:
-Frequently likes to indulge in drinking and smoking
-Only ever thinking about one thing
-Almost always has a sly smile on her face
-Has a great affinity for seafood and finicky with everything else
-Hates getting wet (not including baths or swimming) i.e. having things spilled on her, rain, etc.
-Absolutely can not stand being held captive, having her freedom taken from her
-Women forced as sex slaves bring out the last sliver of humanity left in her....pretty much the only thing that can.

Quote & Theme Song:

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Accepted....oh boi...

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

Accepted....oh boi...

Get ready for some fun huehuehue