Qetsiyah
Dec 12, 2017 5:13:09 GMT -7
Post by Natsy on Dec 12, 2017 5:13:09 GMT -7
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APPEARANCE "Look upon me, look long and hard for it shall be the very last thing you'll see..." Head: Qetsiyah is caucasian with unblemished, scared or marked ivory skin and a heart shaped face. Her hair is silver-white in colour and is dead straight. The length of her hair reaches down to her lumbar region (just above her bottom) and is cropped in a block-like cut, showing no split-ends or uneven lines. Qetsiyah takes a great deal of pride into her hair and often states that her hair (second to her eyes) is her best feature. Qetsiyah has sharp bright eyes the colour of the pink cherry blossom. Her eyes are ringed with thick black lashes which are natural and without the use of mascara. Qetsiyah does however wear thick black eyeliner which is smoky in appearance. The style of eyeliner is designed to give her sharp eyes a more focused look, almost as if her eyes are popping out of her face. The makeup is also designed to draw the viewer to her face so Qetsiyah knows that she has their full attention. The colour of this kind of make up ranges between blue, red, green, and silver. Qetsiyah has full lips which are usually coated in bright and dark matte, vampire red lipstick but does settle for softer colours such as pale pink. Qetsiyah does not wear any other makeup on her face or body. Build: Qetsiyah stands at five feet seven inches and has a eighteen inch waist, similar to that of an hourglass. Her arms and legs are well muscled, although not unattractively so. Many would call her body shape model material, although Qetsiyah does wear the occasional corset. She loves to wear tight clothing to show off her figure, but denies this when asked. Her chest is reasonably large in appearance, with a double D cup of full, firm breasts. She has long slender fingers with stiletto shaped black coloured nails. Casual Clothing: Most of the time Qetsiyah is seen wearing a traditional white kimono with a plain white or lavender coloured obi. Qetsiyah does not wear footwear at all unless she is partaking in a battle. Her hair is left down without any supporting hair accessories. Usually she sports the pale pink lipstick and either black or silver set smoky eyes for makeup. Qetsiyah usually has a traditional japanese white fan in one hand, and does not wear any distinguishing weapons on her person except for a single stiletto. Battle Wear: When in battle, Qetsiyah will wear a white and black overbust corset over a pair of white pleather pants. Although white is not an appropriate colour to wear in battle, there is a reason why Qetsiyah wears it: the symbol of purity. Qetsiyah wears a pair of white knee high stiletto boots which oddly, she finds easier to maneuver around in despite the style of the boot and the height. The boots provide her with easier gripping onto skinnier bases such as tree branches and fences, plus she loves to use them as stabbing weapons. Qetsiyah’s makeup colour takes onto the reds, purples, blacks and greens for this attire while her hair is tied back into a high ponytail situated at the crown of her head. | ||||||||||||
PERSONALITY Mental Illness: Narcissistic Personality Disorder “Look, I don’t care about you or your family, and I don’t care what happens to the team. You really need to start thinking along the lines of.. Always out for number one.. otherwise you’re just simply not going to get anywhere; unlike me of course….” Throughout her life, Qetsiyah has never felt or known what her sense of belonging was. She felt as if there was something missing in her life, something that was hidden, yet she could not unveil it. Taken away from her parents as an infant and raised by a merchant in Yuki no Kuni, Qetsiyah had felt abandoned, alone and had lived a relatively lonely childhood. Because of this, Qetsiyah has always been tough, selfish, feisty, independent and smart in nature and will go to any means necessary to accomplish a task. Always striving to find that missing piece of her life that she wants returned to her. Qetsiyah is a very accomplished manipulator and has a very strong instinct for self-preservation. Despite her adoptive mother’s attempts at raising a well behaved child, Qetsiyah does not know the meaning of the word respect and often displays absolutely no respect or regard for anyone’s life except for her own. Qetsiyah deals with the feelings of others as well as certain situations with a kind of detached cruelty and will only spare a life if it suits her best interests. At seven years of age, Qetsiyah was diagnosed with a mental disorder called Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Most of the time Qetsiyah strives to be admired and often attempts to win the favour of those around her just so she can show the world just how perfect she truly is. Everything she does has a reason behind it and Qetsiyah feels that she is entitled to the best things in life and the gratitude of those around her. Qetsiyah expects people around her to grovel at her feet and will not so much as spare them a second glance if they pose no use to her. Qetsiyah also is a very jealous person and has a temper rivaling that of a mad man; and should she feel boxed into a corner or mistreated in any way, she can explode into a fiery rage regardless of who is around her. When speaking, Qetsiyah uses a soft melodic voice. She smiles and can easily pass off as a genuinely nice person. Her mannerism is very unpredictable, yet she loses interest very quickly. Qetsiyah displays this fake appearance and persona to lure people into her web just so she can use them to achieve a goal or purpose. Once she has achieved what she wanted, that person is immediately forgotten, or is disposed of. Despite this gentle façade, Qetsiyah is anything but in that category. Qetsiyah is not a shy person, nor is she fond of being in less than luxurious conditions. Despite she was raised by a merchant, Qetsiyah is actually quite wealthy due to stealing and killing. As devious as Qetsiyah is, she will expect nothing but the best in life and will do whatever it takes to ensure that this happens. She likes expensive clothing, hot spa baths and someone to comb her long silver hair. She also enjoys taking long walks and accepting expensive gifts and most of all: the attention that she feels she so rightly deserves. She craves attention and will do almost anything to get it. | ||||||||||||
HISTORY “Clever as the devil, and twice as pretty..” Chapter one Nothing more than a weak, defenseless new born, little Qetsiyah was ripped from her mother’s desperate grasp and wrapped up in a dirty blanket before being handed over to stranger upon stranger. The infant could hear her mother’s desperate cries fading into the background and grew distressed. Suddenly Qetsiyah was placed into a small confining space where it felt dry and unnatural; not the kind of feeling one felt within the arms of their mother. Darkness loomed overhead as the only view to the outside was replaced by a dark, impenetrable block… Chapter two -- Fast forward to ten years old -- “Qetsiyah, please respect your elders! That behaviour will not be tolerated in this house!” Mama’s voice resonates from inside the small house. Qetsiyah spared a small glance back into the direction and smiled cruelly. The preteen had run out through the front door to greet her mother’s parents dressed in an olive coloured kimono. The kimono was handmade by the finest cotton in Yuki no Kuni which had taken a year’s worth of saving to purchase. Qetsiyah was supposed to wear this kimono as a sign of respect and to show her mother’s ability and talent to craft fine clothing. But rather than wearing it respectfully, Qetsiyah ran straight into a mud puddle and dove face first into it laughing wickedly. She never liked her grandparents anyway… Chapter three -- Introduction to Vamperism -- “There is nothing wrong with me!” Qetsiyah now seventeen years old, snapped defiantly at her mother. “Take her, please cure her and bring back my sweet baby girl to me…” Mama pleaded to a man wearing a white doctor’s coat. Qetsiyah decided that she was not going to like this man, with his strange smelling body and shifty eyes. His rigid posture made her feel uneasy. Suddenly another much shorter man approached her like a person on a mission and scooped Qetsiyah up into his arms. Immediately Qetsiyah began to scream and kick, she even managed to bite the man’s arm in her attempt to get away, but it was futile... there will be no escaping from this man and what plans he had for her… Once inside a large carriage a white cloth was placed over Qetsiyah’s face and suddenly her strength began to trickle away, darkness overtook her, and senses began to dull until a blank, empty void replaced the look of her mother’s tear streaked face… A cool hard surface bore through her clothing, forcing the teen awake. A powerful light blinded her as Qetsiyah forced herself out of the haze that continued to attempt to claim her. Qetsiyah felt uncomfortable, sore and very, very afraid. Numerous tubes poked into various parts of her body and a tray beside her slab presented various sharp looking items that gleamed with the lights in the brightly lit room. Muffled voices were chattering in the background yet Qetsiyah was incapable of making out any words. A moan escaped from her lips which stirred the attention of the voices within the room. A blurred figure suddenly approached the tray and picked up one of the sharp objects and said something in his muffled voice… the foggy feeling returned, and the haze continued to force its way into her again… but Qetsiyah did not fade away for she felt the unimaginable pain in her face before the haze finally took her… Chapter four -- Imprisonment via Internal Imprisonment Ritual -- What felt like years had gone by when Qetsiyah woke up. She felt itchy and sore and her whole body felt strange to her. The room was dark, cold and utterly quiet. No, not quiet… there was a sound, sounds... crawling sounds that assaulted her ears as if whatever it was was right beside her, Qetsiyah jerked her head to the right, stifled a cry and felt her face rub against something hard and very dry. Not metallic like that slab she was laying on before. This felt… strange.. wooden. Confused, Qetsiyah attempted to sit up and her face connected with a black, unseen object and pain burst throughout her body, jolting her fully awake and radiated through her nose and mouth. Qetsiyah let out a moan and raised her hands to cup her face only to find them too, hitting the same hard black object. Where am I? “H……” her voice came out hoarse, it ripped at her throat and vocal chords. Tears filled her eyes at the pain she felt in her face and throat. Suddenly the crawling sounds grew louder and Qetsiyah tried calling out again. “H……! Heee......” What on earth was going on? Panic rose swift and hard, engulfing her to the point when Qetsiyah could think of nothing but the fact that she was trapped somewhere dark where nobody knew where she was or how she got there. Her voice remained hoarse and her throat burned with such an unimaginably strong pain that she doubled over and hit her head again. Qetsiyah then realised that was inside a box. Spreading her legs and arms and feeling nothing but the confined wooden interior, Qetsiyah realised immediately where she was. She was laying inside a coffin. A scream built up in her throat, and the pain ripped away at her vocal chords as the sound erupted inside the hollow interior of the coffin. Qetsiyah began blindly bashing at the lid of the coffin repeatedly, tears streaming down her cheeks, heat flooded her face as she cried. After several good bashes, the sound of wood splintering echoed inside her head and dirt began to fill the space between the lid of the coffin and her body. Immediately Qetsiyah began to climb and push herself upward through the dirt, clawing her way through until her hands breached the surface. Gasping desperately, sobbing loudly, Qetsiyah scrambled onto the ground, the night sky assaulting her senses to the point when she let out another hoarse filled scream. Someone had buried me inside a coffin and left me to rot in the ground?! Where was her mother? What happened to her? Where were the muffled voices and the men who took her away from her mother yesterday? Stumbling to her feet, Qetsiyah ran to the nearest building and leaned against it. Her senses were assaulting her from every angle to the point when it was overwhelming and distressing. Qetsiyah found she couldn’t breathe and sank down to the ground and curled up into a ball to block out the sensations and senses. Suddenly, the sound of tentative footsteps approached, alerting Qetsiyah to the point when she huddled into herself further; hoping to make herself feel smaller to the point that whoever it was would not notice she was there and would move along. However, it did not work. A young man had approached her, worry lined his handsome face. He wore dark trousers, sandals and a vest and something was shining on his forehead. Qetsiyah narrowed her eyes and peered at the shining object, it looked like a band with a metallic plate attached to it. The insignia on it looked like an arrow facing downward. “Ma’am? Are you alright?” The man’s voice was soothing, yet sounded incredibly concerned. Qetsiyah hunched inward and buried her face into her arms. Realising that she wore no clothing, Qetsiyah turned around, angling her body away from the man, suddenly aware that he may be watching. “My name is Shiro, I am a Shinobi. I mean you no harm, can you tell me your name and what happened to you?” “G……” Qetsiyah pushed out, the hoarseness of her throat and voice sent pain rippling through her body. She began to cry. “It’s Okay, here let me help you…” Shiro said soothingly and the sharp sound of a zzzzzzip filled her ears. Qetsiyah flinched as something was laid over her body. Opening her eyes, she found that Shiro had given her his vest, revealing that he was wearing a shirt over his torso. Another sound began to surface, a beating sound as if she could hear his heartbeat. Qetsiyah looked up at the man and a strange aroma filled her nose. It was unusual and indescribable, yet she liked it. Her eyes moved to his throat where she could see the outline of his jugular vein pulsing as he knelt over her. Pain suddenly erupted through her body. Assaulting her everywhere until she cried out and doubled over again. This time on all fours, Qetsiyah began to cry harder. Shiro appeared panic stricken and tried to grab her to steady her. However, the moment his hand touched her shoulder, Qetsiyah leaped forward, grabbed the man by the throat and arm and rammed his body into the ground before blanketing it with her own. The force of her grip on his throat forced Shiro into submission while her other hand shattered his arm. Shiro cried out and attempted to fend her off, however Qetsiyah’s grip on him was too strong. Removing her hand from his throat, her nail scraped the side of his neck, the cut deep enough to draw blood. Shiro flinched and Qetsiyah became distracted by that strange aroma in the air. “Get off me!” Shiro shouted. However, Qetsiyah was mesmerized by the smell. It was subtle but very pleasant, the scent was coming from Shiro; Qetsiyah looked at him with new interest. “Ma’am, I don’t want to hu…” Shiro cut of and froze when he saw the look on Qetsiyah’s face. The look was a combination of intense speculation with a sort of detachment. Qetsiyah studied the blood dripping down the side of his neck with such longing that the pain in her body grew to the point when it was now unbearable. Qetsiyah leaned forward to the point when her mouth was nearly at Shiro’s neck, however she paused when he whimpered, “please...” Qetsiyah didn’t really hear him. She heard a new voice in her head that was infinitely more persuasive than this man’s cries. It screamed at her to take the precious blood, pleaded with her not to spare another second of agony. The sound of the erratic pulse slammed into Qetsiyah’s head, and she felt brief pain when her teeth tore through her gums. Shiro looked directly at the woman looming over him with fangs hanging out of her mouth, and lost consciousness. Thought had abandoned her, logic and all sense disappeared. Qetsiyah was utterly consumed by this new-found desire to drink every drop of blood. She leaned down and buried her new teeth into Shiro’s jugular vein… Several months later, Qetsiyah had completed the trials to become a Genin Kunoichi within Takigakure no Sato. She was given her headband which showed the insignia of the village she now served under. The insignia bought memories of the man whom displayed such kindness to her, yet ultimately cost him his life. Qetsiyah smiled at this memory and moved along through the street with her new headband tied around her left upper arm. She was a Ninja, a kunoichi – now she was able to find out exactly what had happened to her… “Cass, you are required to partake in your first mission. You need to report to the tower and speak with Geraldine.” Qetsiyah’s sensei had said, seconds after appearing beside her within a cloud of smoke. Qetsiyah glanced briefly at her only to say, “It is Qetsiyah to you.” Before turning around and walking toward the tower. Once inside the elaborate hall, Qetsiyah approached the front desk where the assistant sat and was greeted with a warm welcoming smile. “What mission am I going on?” “Hi Qetsiyah, congratulations on completing your exams. You and a small squad of other Genin are to travel over to Yuki no Kuni to escort a merchant back to Takigakure. This particular merchant has crafting knowledge and abilities that could be used to improve our weaponry.” Replied the assistant. “When do we leave?” “Now. Please pack what you need and meet your sensei and squad outside the gates in one hour.” At the gates Qetsiyah waited for her sensei and seven other Genin – new graduates such as herself, except they were all much younger than her. Mere children. “Right, we will be traveling altogether, report any signs of trouble to me immediately and do not wonder off on your own.” “Understood.” The team had said in unison. Qetsiyah travelled at the back of the group due to her enhanced abilities thanks to her Kamyuja bloodline and her enhanced senses due to her vampirism. Qetsiyah’s task was to scour the land with her senses and report anything she heard that seemed unsafe or sinister. “Qetsiyah, isn’t Yuki no Kuni your home town? I remember you telling the class that at the beginning of our training.” Another kunoichi asked – Mere if Qetsiyah recalled correctly. “That is true. We are heading to my homeland.” “Do you miss it?” “No, I don’t.” Several hours passed by before the group approached the area where they were holding their target. Sensei had entered the facility after requesting the strongest shinobi to create a blockade around the building should they be attacked. Qetsiyah listened to the voices inside and picked up on one voice that posed familiarity. Jerking her head around, Qetsiyah approached the window and peered inside only to find the owner of that familiar voice – her mother. “So, this is where you have been all these months.” Qetsiyah’s voice was as ice cold as the stare she gave her mother whilst standing in the doorway. Mama glanced up and to the doorway with a shocked expression. “Qetsiyah? Is that you?” “Qetsiyah, back to your post!” Sensei ordered. “Do you want to know what happened to your beloved baby, mama?” Qetsiyah continued, ignoring her sensei. Mama continued to stare at her in shock. “Those men you ordered to have me removed from our home, TURNED ME INTO A VAMPIRE!” The shock from everyone in and out of the facility was palpable. Qetsiyah ignored everyone else in the room and stared directly into her mother’s eyes. The woman was crying, yet Qetsiyah did not care. She felt nothing for this woman except a deep burning hate. Taking a single step forward, Qetsiyah watched the fear enter her mother’s features and smiled. “You hated me so much that you had people take me away from my home – where I felt safe – and tortured and changed into this monster and you didn’t care!” Qetsiyah grabbed the edge of the table holding her mother’s crafting equipment and tossed it aside, spilling all the contents over the floor and embedding some of them into the wall. Sensei had stepped forward by then, attempting to restrain Qetsiyah as her rage continued to engulf her. Qetsiyah willingly allowed the rage to fuel her, empower her and make her whole. With fast, fluid agility, granted to her by her vampiric nature, Qetsiyah grabbed her sensei and tore her throat out with her teeth, draining the kunoichi of her blood and threw the body to the floor as she progressed further into the room. A brief glance into a mirror as she moved forward showed that her pink eyes were now a fiery amber – second stage of chaos already and she was only warming up – “I woke up inside a coffin six feet in the ground!” Qetsiyah shouted. “Tell me, did you even think of me while I was gone, mama?” “O..of course I did! Cass, honey please calm down you are in the second stage of chaos. Please don’t do anything stupid..” “Stupid? Stupid?! You dare to call me stupid?!” “Cassie please…” Mama pleaded, her voice shaking like a small wet cat. Qetsiyah leaped forward and seized her mother’s throat with one hand and threw the woman out the front door with a hefty throw. The woman sailed through the air and landed roughly in the snow outside. Qetsiyah had performed an arc body flicker and appeared behind the woman’s body only to pick her up again. “Qetsiyah, your eyes…” Mere said. Qetsiyah barely heard the child speak, her full attention was upon her flailing mother. “I am going to kill you, mama. I am going to drain the life out of your body slowly and painfully until you are as white as the snow you are dangling over.” Qetsiyah said soothingly before burying her teeth into the woman’s neck. However, a sharp object interrupted her feeding just moments before mama’s life had become Qetsiyah’s. The body was dropped to the snowy ground and Qetsiyah jerked around. Mere wielded a single kunai knife and prepared to throw it again. With being a specialist in taijutsu, Mere was no slack with knives. “I’m sorry Qetsiyah.. But… we have to stop you..” Qetsiyah blinked once, smiled cruelly and swiftly attacked without a single word. During the fight, Qetsiyah brutally killed each and every one of her comrades until she suddenly wound up inside the house once again, staring at herself in the mirror. Eyes as white as snow stared back at her, black veins ran through her ivory skin. Blood caked her clothing and smeared across her mouth and other parts of her body. She looked… beautiful. Moments later, a single growth of wood snaked through the broken window, snaking up along the wall before erupting violently all around her. Shocked, Qetsiyah attempted to make a run for it however was thrown to the floor of the house as the wood tore the building’s roof off. Standing outside the house were three figures, two males and a single female. The female looked very similar to Qetsiyah except much older in age – mid to late forties – Qetsiyah had to guess. “I am so sorry, my beautiful daughter, but you cannot roam freely like this..” The woman said gently. The words fell upon deaf ears. Still fueled by her rage, Qetsiyah charged the woman but found that she was immobile – glued to the flooring of this house. Qetsiyah let out a raged filled scream and attempted to attack again – still nothing. Whirling around, she noticed the two men performing a series of handseals before dropping down to slam their hands onto the ground. “I’m so sorry…” The female said again before a triangular prism shot up from the ground around Qetsiyah and encasing her in it… Chapter five --One hundred years later | two months ago-- From inside the coffin lay Qetsiyah. Alone, barren and ever watchful. The years had moved along quickly, ever changing, ever evolving, yet Qetsiyah remained asleep, saving her energy, or the lack of it. However, 35,500 days later a light shone in through the prism coffin that encased the sleeping vampire inside, muffled voices were approaching the coffin yet Qetsiyah was unable to pick up on anything. Instead she barely registered to the sounds coming from her ever-quiet tomb. A soft tearing sound filled the coffin’s interior and a rush of air brushed up against Qetsiyah’s skin as the lid was removed. Two people holding flashlights peered into the coffin, gazing down upon the sleeping woman. Blood caked her clothing, however the color was a dry brown and the smell of a corpse wafted out of the coffin. One of the people covered their nose with a handkerchief while the other gasped. “Is she alive?” “Of course she isn’t, she smells like she’s been rotting in here for over a hundred years!” “But she doesn’t look like a skeleton, she looks… normal.. As if she was just placed in here?” “Help me…” Qetsiyah whispered. The two people froze, their torch light shining onto Qetsiyah’s face. The heat and light from the torch started to burn her skin, Qetsiyah cried out and suddenly performed a quick body flicker shunshin to avoid the harsh light. A low hiss escaped from her lips as she crouched down two feet away from the coffin and two people. However, the fast movement was enough to scare the two travellers and both made a run for it. Qetsiyah darted forward and snatched the one who spoke about her personal hygiene. “This is for insulting me.” She snapped before sinking her fangs into his neck. Screams erupted from inside the tomb, but were abruptly cut off after two more minutes…. A few days later Qetsiyah returned to Takigakure no Sato not knowing where else to go. The village was currently going through the Chuunin exams where a group of Genin were participating in an event where they were to rely on their skills alone to progress onto the next round. From what Qetsiyah would gather, the use of chakra was forbidden and that the shinobi were to solve their task through the use of their intellect and their knowledge in Taijutsu. Qetsiyah grew curious and slipped into the exam. The instructor had caught her and demanded to know who she was and how she managed to get inside the area. “My name is Qetsiyah Kamyuja, and I am a Genin kunoichi. I have just returned from a mission located in Yuki no Kuni, my whole squad was murdered and I am the only survivor. There were ninja from an opposing village who had ambushed us, I had managed to slip away..” Qetsiyah lied, raising her chin slightly. The instructor frowned and stated that she should head over to the tower to inform the Kage. “You say you are a Genin?” A voice erupted from the crowd. Turning around, Qetsiyah gazed upon a young woman approximately 25 years of age with ginger coloured hair and purplish eyes staring at her. The hat she wore bore the same insignia as the headband Qetsiyah wore on her left upper arm. She must be the Takikage “Yes, that is correct.” “All of our genin are currently partaking in the exams. I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” “The mission I was involved in was assigned to me a long time ago,” Qetsiyah paused, not exactly telling a lie. “I apologise for interrupting the exams, however I was aware that the Chuunin exams were on today and I was hoping that I could slip in as soon as I returned as I do not wish to be the only teenaged Genin in the village.” “Very well then, I will allow it this once however you are to meet me in my office the moment you complete these exams, understood?” “Yes ma’am.” Qetsiyah smiled, bowing slightly. The Takikage nodded and turned from the crowd before disappearing within a cloud of smoke. Chapter six -- Present -- "My name is Qetsiyah Kamyuja and I am a Chuunin Kunoichi residing in Takigakure no Sato, living in the upper district just twenty minutes away from the Takikage Tower. I am also a one hundred and seventeen year olf vampire. I have just told you my story; now why don't you tell me yours?" |