Mercedes_Bloodrose

[Trinity Keating]

;;Chibara Akatakai Ookami;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity

It’s All About You

Behind the Puppet Master

::Name::
Kat
::Age::
19
::Gender::
I ish a chick
::RP Experience::
I don't even know anymore how long its been
::Contacting You::
PM, AIM, Email, or My Site
::Activity::
I'm going to try and be more active on this site but I do have my own site that I am taking care of.
::The Puppets::
As of right now none

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The Identification Tag

Character Basics

::Alias::
Mercedes Bloodrose, Mercy
::Name::
Chibara Akataki Ookami
::Gender::
Female
::Orientation::
Straight
::Real Age:::
400
::Physical Age::
24
::Species::
Werewolf
::Sire::
Born
::Religious Affiliation::
None
::Wealth::
Lot's of money
::Job::
Hunting people and Owning a few clubs

Where Your Abilities Fall

The Character Talents

::Strengths::
1. Killing
2. Increased Smell
3. Increased Hearing
4. Increased Strength
5. Using a gun
6. Insanely good at using a sword
7. Thinking

::Summary::
Mercy is very skilled in killing. She has spent her entire life trying to find the worst way for someone to die. Though she has had to travel far and wide to find these ways, she has mastered them all and uses them often. Being a demon she has increased senses but with Mercy there are something’s about her senses that are different than most. Scent being one of those increased abilities. By smelling someone she can tell three things about them. One being who they are, another being what species they are, and the last what they are feeling. It seems her nose has been around many to find the difference in someone’s smell when they are happy or when they sad. It's easy for her to tell the difference between the emotions because she has smelled so many in her life. Her favorite smell out of all of them is the smell of fear. Another sense of hers that is increased is her hearing. She has been known to hear a conversation on the other side of the room at a dance club clear as day.

Like her smelling ability she can hear a person’s heart beat and tell their emotion by how fast their heart beat is. She has scared quite a few people by telling them exactly what they are feeling and every aspect of that emotion. Mercy loves weapons. Her favorite weapons are guns and swords, preferably guns than swords, but any weapon used to kill cleanly and smoothly is fine by her. Mercy loves guns. She can use a gun so well that she can shoot you in the heart without killing you instantly. It will kill you but it will be a slow and painful death. She has pin pointed every point in the body that would either kill or cause a tremendous amount of pain. She finds guns fairly useless when it comes to clean dismemberment. Bullets tend to tear and burn flesh. Swords, if they are sharp enough, can cut through skin and bone like butter. Another weapon she loves is swords. She uses them just as often as she does guns.

Just like guns she has figured out every spot in the body that would tear and cause pain without instantly killing someone. She also prefers swords because they call for clean dismemberment and decapitation, two of her favorite things to do with torturing someone. Lastly Mercy’s greatest ability is her ability to think. She is not stupid and never think she is. She has studied very long and very hard to become as twisted as she is and to know everything she does about how to cause pain without killing. Her ability to attack certain points instead of others is incredibly high. She can directly hit a vein in your neck that is hidden by other veins and only cause small damage to them. She can assess people very well. By using her smelling and hearing she can tell whether a person is lying to her or if a person is deathly afraid of her, which most are. She has never been wrong before and doesn’t plan on starting anytime soon.


::Weaknesses::
1. Silver
2. Loud Noises
3. Strong Smells
4. Killing State

::Summary::
Obviously being a werewolf Mercy is going to have a sensitivity to silver, but as her hearing and smelling, her sensitivity to silver is slightly more sever than other wolves. While most werewolves can stand close to sliver and only get hurt by it touching them, Mercy has to remain at least five feet away from the shiny stuff. When she gets too close her breathing becomes labored, her skin begins to burn, and her senses begin to dull. If anything silver touches her, it burns her instantly. Having increased senses come with quite the cost. Hearing for example is quite the gift but if Mercy were to walk into a loud dance club she would get quite the migraine. If the sound is too loud it can cause her other senses to dull and cause permanent deafness, not something she would enjoy very much. Smelling is something that she cherishes to no end. Without she might as well be human. Mel’s ability to smell is one she greatly relies on. But because she has such great smelling it has caused her to by unscented detergents and soaps. Something that is quite bothersome.

Though there are some smells that cause her other senses to dull and her nose to burn. She tries to figure out which scents they are but they change all the time. A strong smell that she has smelled before won’t bother her ever again, well almost all of them. One of Mercy’s greatest weakness is a state she slips into known as her Killing state. This is a state were everything shuts down and all she thinks about is killing. She will kill anything and everything that is in her path. Friends, family, children, lovers. It doesn’t matter who they are as long as they bleed and scream. Now that doesn’t seem like much of a weakness but it is. It is her greatest. She enters her killing state after there has been to much blood shed in front of her or she is pushed to the edge and she uses it as a last resort. Once she enters her killing state she becomes very vulnerable. She gets so caught up in the blood shed she doesn’t think too clearly.

If she is in the middle of killing a person someone could come up from behind her and kill her and she wouldn’t even flinch. When in killing state she gets a one track mind. Kill everything. After her body has shed enough blood it slowly shuts down and returns to normal. Though she has no memory whatsoever of what she has done. She will also deny anything anyone has told her about it too. She could be standing in the middle of a field full of dead bodies and blood and totally deny killing them. This “problem” of hers is something she can’t control. No matter how she has tried it comes and goes with every surprise or too much blood. Someone could easily control her if she was placed in the killing state. She could be used to wipe out a huge chunk of the human race if the person was smart enough to use her state against her. She can’t do anything with it thus making it one of her greatest weaknesses.

The More Human Side of Things

Human Appearance

::Hair::
Blue {natural}
::Eyes::
Electric Blue
::Height::
5'11"
::Weight::
125
:Marks::
Black rose on her right shoulder with a bloody slash through it
::Skin Tone::
Golden Tan
::Body Type::
Slim and Athletic, Curvy
::Clothes::
Very simple but dark and easy to move in

::Summary::
Mercy wouldn’t be classified as beautiful but pretty is a good description for her, good-looking too. She has naturally blue hair that reaches just passed her shoulders. She takes very good care of it, making it silky soft and fairly thick. She likes to wear her hair down but when she gets hot she throws it in a messy ponytail that makes her look more like a girl. Going with her blue hair she has brilliant electric blue eyes that shine brighter than the brightest light. Her eyes are a soft almond shape with a hint of oriental heritage to them from her home land. She has fairly normal lashes but they are pretty thick like her hair. She stands about five feet eleven inches barefoot, but when she wears her boots she is about six foot tall. She weighs about one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Her body is relatively curvy. Mostly in all the right places. Her arms are long and strong but she moves them with amazing grace. Her legs match her long arms almost too well. Just like her arms they are long and strong, mostly from her intensive training from day to day. Her long legs also help her to run fast. Her body is well muscled again from her intensive training. But the muscles don’t show in an unattractive manor. On her hands and feet she has painted her nails with back nail polish that never seems to fade. Her finger nails are long but not too long, though long enough to do damage to someone. On her right shoulder she has a black rose tattoo into her skin. This was once a symbol of the Bloodrose clan. The tattoo now has a bloody slash through it showing that the clan is no more. The slash was placed there when she battled her clan.

Her clothing choice is one that may turn heads. It really depends on who you are. Her clothes also depends on her mood. Her basic outfit is a long sleeved blue and black corset and black cargo pants. The corset is something she designed herself and she has quite a few. In different colors of course. The corset is different than others because its a long sleeved corset. Its made with solid black fabric and then it has blue mesh like fabric sewn over the black. She has sewn in pieces of black fabric over the blue to give it more of an abstract look. The neck is fairly low, not that she minds. Her pants are black and very baggy. They have many pockets that she keeps a number of things in. Anything from knives to guns to bombs. Any weapon will be found in her pockets. Mostly the small stuff though such as pistols hunters knives. She has a pair of combat boots that were specially made for humans to help them remain silent. There s a little space on the inside that allows her to hid a knife in her boot. Probably one of her favorite things to wear is her black cloak. The thing is older than dirt but she loves it. Its torn and stained with blood. The bottom of it is heavily tattered. It's hood is the only thing that looks fairly good because she rarely uses it.

When she is feeling partyish she throws on a long black skirt and her black and red corset similar to the black and blue one. She also throws on a pair of heels and ditches the boots. The heels are black obviously but they are indeed splattered with red that looks similar to blood splatter. The only thing she doesn't like about the heels is that she can't hide a knife in them. She always wears a blue and black scarf around her neck and tons of random necklaces she has collected over the years. Her favorite necklace is the cross she got from the priest. She thinks of it as an inside joke because she never was catholic anyways. Her right eyebrow is pierced and she has snake bites in her lips. She wears ring on her right ring finger. The ring is stainless steal and has the words 'Can't spell slaughter with out laughter.' Again this ring is something she has made. It is also something she adores as much as her cloak.

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Battling Personal Demons

Were Appearance

::Eye Color::
Electric blue with a red ring around the center
::Pelt::
Dark Blue and Black, Short Fur, Silky smooth and very soft
::Size::
On all fours : five feet nine inches tall. On two feet: eight feet nine inches.
::Marks::
Her black rose tattoo with the red slash.

Wolf Form

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Personality is Everything

How They Might Act

::Likes::
1. Killing people
2. Decapitating people
3. Going to the movies
4. Flirting occasionally
5. Sharp Knives

::Dislikes::
1. People who die too quickly
2. People who pled when they die
3. Cheap food
4. Ignorant men
5. Dull Knives

::Flaws::
1. Caught up in killing
2. Over thinks things
3. Killing State
4. Trusting People

::Blessings::
Mercy has no blessing that is why she chose the name Mercy. She lives her life without Mercy. Its kind of a Joke to her

::Summary::
To put it simply Mercy is a sadist. She loves blood and loves seeing people in pain. Her all time favorite thing is seeing people die. Death is something that soothes her soul. It calms her and brings her peace. She doesn't think of herself as a sadist she thinks of herself as someone who has found a way to calm herself. Killing people is just a pass time but she loves it. Anything from decapitating people to dismembering them, she loves it. The blood that flows and stains. Ever since she was a little girl she has been killing things. Cats, dogs, birds anything that moved she would capture it then torture the living crap out of it. Its not just destroying people that pleases her its watching them suffer. The thrill she gets out of it is seeing who people really are in their final moments of life. She gets to see the big shot business man shit himself and cry for his mother when she breaks all his limbs. She finds people amusing and that in their final moments they crumble is something that is far greater than any drug. Though she enjoys tormenting the living hell out of everyone, she is still fairly normal. She enjoys going to the movies. Though she only goes to see what crap they can come up with this time. There hasn't been a movie yet other than the Die Hard movies that she has remotely enjoyed.

She finds it amusing when they come out with movies because as it seems their attempts are becoming worse and worse as the years go on. Watching movies may be a fairly normal thing to do but Mercy does enjoy flirting because she knows exactly how to do it. Being around for two hundred years and having a knack for studying how people act she has picked up on every aspect there is to flirting. She enjoys it very much. She loves making the men drool and fall in love with her then what she loves even more is breaking their poor little hearts and watching them fall apart. That’s her favorite part is when they crumble and come crawling back to her. Hoping she will take them back. It always puts a smile on her face. Mercy may like killing and torturing people but there are a few things about it she hates. One of them is when her play things die too quickly. That used to happen a lot but she studied hard and found way for them not to die. Most of her play things back in the day would die because of shock and too much stress on the heart. Now she rarely has anyone die on her right away.

She can cause pain without hitting vital organs and killing them. Plus she stole a special chemical from a friend a long time ago that keeps a person alive long enough to be rushed to a hospital. The liquid usually lasts about two to three hours. That’s before Mel had a chance to tinker with it and expand the amount of time it takes for them to die. Another thing she hates is when people beg for things when they are dying and it seems almost everyone does that. They beg for her not to go and harm their families, which she does. They beg to live and see their families, which they never do. She has never understood the concept of begging for ones life of small things like that and it seems people haven’t learned their lessons over the years. Mercy does have standards when comes to simple things like food and men. Food in particular is one she is very big on. Mercy hates cheap food. Any fast food or any food that comes from a can, she hates with a passion. She can tell the difference between homemade, expensive, and cheap. If she is going to eat out it is going to be at an expensive restaurant or she will make all her own meals from foods that she has bought at high end cooking stores.

She may be a sadist and a twisted freak but she can be very picky about certain things. Now she may enjoy flirting with men because she finds it highly amusing, but she hates ignorant men. Men who think she is going to sleep with them after they buy her a drink usually end up in the obituaries by the next morning. Any man who thinks he is all that and treats her like every other woman dies. She doesn’t take to kindly to the rude males. No matter who they are or what species they always end up dead because they push her buttons. Another small thing is when her weapons, mostly her knives and swords, are dull. Though as rarely as that may be, she still doesn’t enjoy it particularly because she can not use them to their full potential. She can’t slice and dice as well. Nothing too major. Like every living being on the face of the earth Mercy has flaws and boy does she have some weird ones. Her biggest flaw is her Killing state because of what it can do to her and those around her. Much detail won’t be needed for reasons explained in weaknesses.

Sometimes Mercy can get caught up in killing people which most of the time results in her slipping into her Killing State and going nut-so-psycho on every living and nonliving thing. Though over thinking things pales in comparison to getting caught up in killing, it’s still another great flaw. Being highly intelligent always comes with its side affects. It always winds up with her thinking that the simplest thing is far more complex than it is. She can never seem to grasp what things are because she thinks them through far too much. But it does make things far more interesting when she tries to explain her thinking to others. Oh yeah she likes watching and making people feel really stupid. Trust is something that doesn’t come so easily with Mercy. Her trust has been broken far too many times for her to ever want to give it again. Though Mercy grew up twisted and sick she still had some trust and she gave to anyone who wanted it. Her parents broke her trust back when she was trying to fit in. They told the clan that they could kill her. That shattered everything. She thought her parents would protect her from the clan but they didn’t. They shunned her and ordered her death. Now Mercy doesn’t leak trust like she used too, it comes and goes when she sees fit to giving it.

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Checking Out the Background

Historical Stuff

::Family Members::
Mother-Chibara Kihoshi, or Jane Bloodrose {Dead}
Father-Chibara Kashikoi, or Derek Bloodrose {Dead}
6 Brothers- {Dead}
6 Sisters- {Dead}
Sister-Chibara Keigoku Ookami {Alive/Unknown}
Chibara Clan - {Wiped off the face of the earth}
::Birth Place::
Tokyo, Japan
::Childhood::
Her childhood was bloody, cruel, full of death and revenge, and that she enjoyed every minute of it.
::Transformation::
Born
::Prey::
Anything
::Moon Tidings::
Whenever she wants
::Turning Others::
Mostly with bites and just enough saliva in the veins. Alos they have to be near death.
::History::
On a stormy and surprisingly cold July night two little girls were born. By now the one should have had a name, but the little girl’s parents couldn’t come up with one. The little girl’s parents fumbled for the perfect name. They tried many but none seemed to fit with her blood red eyes and small wisp of red curly hair. The baby was very unusual. If the red eyes and red hair didn’t give it away then I don’t know what did. There was something about her that just didn’t seem right. Kihoshi’s mother, Chuukoni, came forth and took the baby from Kihoshi’s arms and stared deeply into the baby’s eyes. The two stayed like that for a long moment. “Akatakai, my sweet little Akatakai.” Chuukoni finally whispered and the baby was named Chibara Akatakai Ookami, which literally means Bloodrose Bloody Death Wolf. The other baby girl Aka's twin was next in line. Chuukoni took the small child and stared at her for a moment before mumbling, "Keigoku. My poor poor Keigoku. May your life be not like your name." The other baby was named Chibara Keigoku Ookami, which literally means Bloodrose Punishment Wolf.

Chuukoni saw what twistedness was to come from little Akatakai and gave her a fitting name. Everyone knew what it meant but no one dared change the name an elder gave. July 16, 1630, was a day that no one in the Chibara clan would ever forget. It was a day when a demon was born with the instincts and abilities of a wolf. The whole Chibara clan was werewolves. Not a single human child had been born and they liked it that way. Being a werewolf made them strong and gave them stamina humans didn’t have. And with the war times the Chibaras were able to go and help protect what land belonged to them. The members were born willing to die for what was right, but Aka? She wasn’t willing to die but she was willing to murder. Akatakai grew up in a house hold with six older brothers, six younger sisters, and her twin Keigoku. Her brothers were all training to be in the war. They trained to go out and help end it. While the boys trained the girls were training as well. Only this training was different. The girls trained to become the perfect house wives.

The learned how to cook, they learned how to clean, they learned how to make their husbands proud. But none of this was what Aka wanted. Sure she wanted to make some man happy some day but she wanted to fight. She wanted to kill. She wanted to watch things bleed. But this was during the 17th century where woman had to sit back while the men worked. It disgusted her to no end. Out of defiance for what she was being forced to do she asked her brothers to train her. She asked them to help her and being her brothers they agreed. Every night for weeks on end they would train her until she grew strong. She had to get strong, for she was going to compete in the clan tournament. She would show them that she didn’t want to follow tradition. Every night Aka would spar with her brothers and every morning and afternoon she would train to become the perfect wife. It was perfect. Her plan was flawless. Not a single hole, except that Chuukoni had been keeping a very close eye on Aka. She was watching while she trained with her brothers and she was watching while her mother trained her. Chuukoni believed that something was truly wrong with that child. She knew something was forming in Akatakai’s head. Out of fear for Keigoku, Chuukoni quickly took the small child and brought her out of the clan. Chuukoni handed Keigoku over to another family that was far away from the chibara clan. She had forseen what was to happen and wanted this child to have nothing to do with it.

Chuukoni approached Kihoshi on the subject and Kihoshi refused to listen. She didn’t want to hear what horrible things Chuukoni had to say. But little did they know that Aka had been listening. Kashikoi, Aka’s father, returned home on a leave from the war. He was the leader of the clan and it was his duty to make sure that the Chibara clan got to keep their land. Kashikoi was the only one that knew Aka was different. He didn’t know about the secret training but he did know that she hated the training her mother gave her. As an early 15th birthday gift he brought her home a sword from the war. The sword belonged to one of the enemy and her father explained that it belonged to their general. The sword was enticing. The black and blue fabric of the handle was darkened by blood but the colors were still there. The blade itself was such a dark black it looked blue. The blade had been cleaned of blood but the handle hadn’t and she wondered why.

Pleased she thanked her father and left the house claiming to go test it out. But the question of where she was going to test it was unanswered. She slipped into her grandmother’s house knowing the woman would be out tending to the sick and wounded. Aka knew her schedule like the back of her hand and knew if she waited the woman would come. For hours she waited and she never once fell asleep. Her eyes were open and she was alert. Her wolf sense kept her awake. Chuukoni arrived and was thoroughly surprised to see Aka at her house. But before she could ask any questions, Aka killed her. She cut her head clean off. The movement so smooth and so slick it was as if she had been killing for years. That day was the day she got her first taste of death and it wouldn’t be her last. She cleaned her blade and headed home quietly slipping into bed. No one had even known she was gone. Again her plan worked perfectly. It was flawless. No one had seen her. The next morning the clan awoke to find Chuukoni dead and blamed it on the enemy. Aka didn’t protest. Times of war could in fact be a good thing.

Three days later Kashikoi gathered up all the clan members. He told them they were going to run as a pack for Chuukoni. They would honor her with songs under the stars. No one objected and the changing began. Everyone shifted their forms. There wasn’t a sea of color when the wolves changed. It was mostly dark colors like blacks and browns. No whites. No blues. Just blacks and browns. Now this was the first time Aka had ever shifted before so no one knew what she was going to look like. Wolves around her were shocked when her eyes remained the same intelligent blood red. But her fur? Her fur was stunning. Yes it was dark. But the color was so dark it looked red under the moonlight. The dark faded down her legs turning into a lighter shade of red. Though her peculiarity was soon forgotten as the pack began the run. Aka hung back with her sisters running with them nipping at their heels. They thought she was just being playful but she was really testing them. When there was enough distance between her sisters and the pack, she attacked. She launched herself at them killing all of them with a vicious ferocity. They were all dead within minutes.

Aka had earned some scratches and used them to her advantage. Her father shifted back and so did she. She explained that Kogane, oldest sister under her, flipped when she smelled the blood of a dead rabbit. She told them that Kogane went insane and killed all of her sisters. She said she had to kill Kogane in order to protect the clan. Everyone believed her. Kogane was having a hard time controling her wolf and it was understandable that she would flip out at the smell of blood. Years went by and Kihoshi still hadn’t gotten over her daughter’s deaths but those thoughts were clearly pushed aside when the tournament came around. All of Aka’s brothers joined along with some other males in the clan. Aka couldn’t wait. The tournament was the one time she could show everyone that she was more than some housewife to be. Kihoshi had backed off of Aka. She didn’t train her to be a housewife but that was still what everyone thought of the women. They weren’t meant to do anything. This enraged Aka and with her father’s best wishes she entered the tournament. The tournament was that all the contestants would be placed in a pit and they had to kill one another off and the winner earned the rights to be the clan’s second in command and have the bride of his choice.

This was not how it was before. The tournament used to be just having the members fight each other and the winner got to have the bride of his choice and become second in command. The rules changed to killing each other off when the war erupted. They needed to know who was the strongest and being werewolves, they couldn’t die easily. Weeks went by and the tournament came around. All the members entered the pit. Aka was the only girl. There were forty-seven males and one female. They were between the ages of sixteen and twenty-two. Aka was about twenty at the time. Just like the males she would keep aging until she hit an age where her body stopped growing which was roughly around twenty-five. Kashikoi stood at the top of the pit and looked down below at everyone. He gave Aka one last look and she shook her head. He gave in and said go. That was when all hell broke loose.

Everyone started fighting everyone and many realized that taking out the girl first was the best thing to do. It was amazing at how savage they have become. Their wolf genes telling them that being close to the top meant more power and god knows males were out for power. Aka grinned at all them and they stopped in front of her confused. She moved too fast for them to see but one by one they all began to die. She was killing them off. Soon the pit was littered with pieces of the other contenders. Blood covered every inch of dirt. Not a spot was dry. Aka stood in the middle sword in hand grinning stand atop of the remains of her oldest brother. She had won and had only done it in five minutes.

The clan watched helplessly from above as Aka climbed her way out and faced her father. She expected to become the second in command but her father cast her out of the clan and the other members agreed. She had been rejected. Exiled. Disowned. No one wanted someone with that power and capability in their clan. Furious she grabbed her stuff and left the clan. She never looked back. Immediately after she left the clan she joined the war in the more populated Japan. Her training and skills paid off and she quickly became a general. Aka stayed with the war all the way until 1478 when it abruptly ended and surprisingly she wasn’t the one who had to end it. After the war ended she roamed through Japan looking for new things. She looked for ways to kill people. She tried to study up on the human body but there wasn’t enough information on them already, so deciding she had to do something she dissected people for years and years. The 17th century rolled around and she had accumulated enough deaths on her slate and had finished her research of the human body. Aka gained a brilliant idea while during her research.

She would study the werewolf body next and she knew exactly where to go to do that. Though two hundred years had passed she doubted they would forget her. She made her way back to the village and on her way was greeted by the clan’s welcoming committee. They all died quickly but she kept one alive to use for research. Aka conducted her research right in the middle of the forest. She tore the young werewolf limb from limb scattering blood and body parts across the clearing. After she gained enough information she moved on to the main part of the clan. Now Aka was never shy or very polite, but she never did understand why they got so upset after she placed the head of the young wolf on her father’s doorstep. I mean come on it was just a head. The clan went into hysteria while she watched it fall apart from the inside out. Slowly one by one she picked off members of the clan. The young and the old first; then the sick and the weak. Soon all that was left was the strong, just how she wanted it. Though the moon was full she stayed human. She didn’t want to change and lose her fight. She had years of training under her belt and hadn’t been in her wolf form for a while.

If she shifted she would lose most definitely. After she narrowed it down to the strong, she confronted them all head on. She would attack during the day in crowded areas of the town. No one fought back. Her parents didn’t like what she was doing but she was still their daughter and they wouldn’t hurt her. Well she wanted to test how far they would go with that. Though she hung at the edges of the village and got her information from her kills, she found that her parents had a baby girl who was about two years old. That would be her key to getting them to fight back. She would take out her sister. It was the only thing she could do. So at about midnight she snuck into the heart of the village and broke into her old home. She was silent and stealthy. Everything was perfect, except it wasn’t her baby sister she ran into; it was her mother. Kihoshi stood over the baby’s bed with a sword in hand. The words she spoke cut through Aka like a knife. “You will not harm my baby.” Aka was shocked that she said that because wasn’t she Kihoshi’s baby as well? Her mother never said those words to Aka. With those words Aka snapped. Something in her broke apart and she launched herself at her mother. Within minutes Kihoshi was dead as was the baby. But that didn’t stop Aka. She roamed through the village killing anyone she saw.

This was the first time Aka had ever lost control like that. She always had some kind of control over her want to kill but after hearing her mother’s words she just lost it. It didn’t matter who came at her she tore them down; big or small they were dead as soon as she looked at them. Things weren’t registering in her brain and she was acting upon instinct instead of reason; not that she would listen to reason if she got the chance. During her rage and slaughter, she had shifted into her wolf form. Now if she had any sense she would have turned back but she was fueled by instinct having been taken over by the wolf within and that wolf wanted blood shed. Morning crawled around and it was just her and her father now. Everyone was dead. They were killed in brutal ways that looking back on it Aka didn’t know she had that capability. She was still fueled by the wolf and when she was faced with her father the words he spoke met deaf ears. Aka tore at him and soon he joined the other members of the clan until she was the only surviving member. After that Aka came too and didn’t remember much of the incident. She wouldn’t regain any memory of what had happened until late 18th century, early 19th century. But after she saw the sea of bodies that littered the clan she understood what she had done and she wasn’t upset by it in the least. Instead of cleaning up the bodies she fled from there; from Japan entirely. She fled to the new land people had found called the New World. There she changed her Japanese name to Mercedes Bloodrose. It was simple and she wouldn’t stand out as much. It was a perfect way for her start her life and ruin the lives of others. She was going to have so much fun with the new people she met.

Years went by and it was in the middle of the 19th century when she realized how much she loved her new life. She had disguised herself as a man and joined in the Civil War on the Union side. That was the second greatest time of her life. She could kill people and not have to be contradicted for it. She loved it! She fought her way through the war and was eventually promoted to general and even fought beside Ulysses S. Grant. She was truly honored by that. Later when he was president though she used and abused him to get what she wanted; mostly to not be convicted of murder. But one time during the war she was captured by the Confederacy, and there they tortured the living hell out of her. Aside from her laughing at them when they did it, they wanted to know why she hadn’t died yet. She didn’t see any reason in not telling them so she told them she was a werewolf and even showed them. Many of the men wanted to become one so they could beat the Union. She knew they wouldn’t survive the change but she agreed anyway and began turning men. Days went by and the days turned into months and during that time the Confederate camp she was at soon was no more. Their men couldn’t handle the change and soon they all died. Pleased with her handy work Mercy moved from camp to camp doing the same thing killing off men and lessening the numbers of the Confederacy by tons. The end of the war rolled around and the Union won thanks to Mercy but she left that little detail out.

After the Civil War Mercy didn’t do much. She wandered through the rest of the 19th century mingling and adapting to life. She killed the occasional person and changed a few males to keep around with her. She gained knowledge as the years went by and with the knowledge that she already possessed she was like a god among people. They were astounded by the things she knew and she was even asked to become a professor at Harvard early 20th century. Though she could not stay in one place for very long because she didn’t age like most did so she declined that offer along with many others. The technology that was coming out was highly amusing to her because it was things that she knew would eventually come out. She actually found a few older weres and would have bets with them on who would come up with something first. Obviously she won a lot of the time. The 20th century zoomed by and she wanted nothing to do with the wars that had presented themselves. She found them irrational and pointless and if she wanted to kill people she could just easily walk down the street and slit someone’s jugular and watch them die. Though as technology evolved so did her killing styles. She couldn’t just slit someone’s throat and walk away because people would take that person and have them fixed. She had to actually stay with the person and kill them differently. Instead of a stab and ditch she just began tearing people apart when she wanted to. She did so periodically and soon people began to catch on and they thought a serial killer was on the loose. So she had to quite down for some odd years and kill only vagrants. No one would miss them.

Soon the 21st century rolled around and things were starting to get interesting. Mercy always loved a challenge but now killing people became a game to her. With the technology that was being produced to stop crime and solve the ones that needed it, she had to switch her ways yet again. She began cleaning up after her kills and would make sure that she left nothing for them to track. Not like they could find her. She hadn’t been entered in any computer since she “died” in a plane wreck back in 1991. She didn’t bother changing it so she just went to some people she knew and got different identities all the time. Occasionally she would get to use Mercy Bloodrose but that was only once every ten years. She soon found an interest in club owning. She found that becoming a business owner was something that could be quite fun. Plus with all the deals and backstabbing that went on she could get away with anything. She created a club called Club Dread. This club was mostly designed for vamps and weres but humans went in too unaware that there were other creatures in there besides humans. The club was a hit and soon launched into a big ordeal that became world wide and Club Dreads began popping up everywhere and she became rich. By the year 2007 she became one of the richest people in the United States. She could buy her way out of anything and murder was something she specialized in. A lot of her money went into making sure people didn’t say a word about her killing people and with enough money they didn’t. She was living the life and still is. Her business is growing even more and she has started numerous club chains and has bought many of them under the table. She is an unstoppable business force to be reckoned with. Just recently though Mercy found out that she had a twin sister. She was quite surprised when she heard the news and when she thought back on her history it made perfect sense as to why this little girl was there. So now Mercy is on a new mission. A mission to kill her Twin sister.

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do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste
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There was a vast field full of children playing. They were all happy and smiling. They were playing. Children were actually playing! It was amazing! The little girl's eyes grew wide at the site of children playing before her. It was something new. But the moment she stepped off the rock the grass in the field dried up and burned to nothing. The children screamed and ran. The girl stood alone in the burnt field. Tears threatened to come crashing down. The wind whipped violently and caught her blue hair blowing it about her. It was rather long. It went down to her mid back. Electric blue eyes glittered with unshed tears as she called for the children to come back. The sun that had once shined above was now blacked out by dark clouds. Shadows formed aroudn the girl as she wiped away tears. The shadows turned into people. No things that were once people. These things were demons and they were hungry for power. Startled the little girl turned and ran away from the people. But no matter how hard she ran they were still right behind her. As she ran the girl aged. Her hair grew shorter until it was just about at her shoulders. Dark streaks now mixed in with the blue of her hair.

"Khaos! Khaos help me! Help me they are getting me again! Please help me!"

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Her voice was loud but soft. It was gentle and full of compassion. Thunder cracked from above and lightning split the ground open. Two boney hands reached out from the ground and wrapped their claws around the girl. The people stopped to stare in horror. The girl let out a horrible scream that made all the people go to their knees clutching their ears. Another scream ripped from the girl. One after another the screams rolled from the girl until finally they turned to laughter. Laughter that could only come from something that was create from pure evil. The boney hands released the girl and she no longer touched the ground. She floated just above the ground laughter pouring from her as she oozed power. The people were the ones who screamed now as they ran in fear.

"You are mine, Nyx. You are now mine to control. Forever."

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The female woke with a start. Her short blue hair swinging about her shoudlers as she jerked out of bed. Sweat dampened her forehead as her eyes searched frantically around the room.

"Dream. Just a dream. No not a dream. Nightmare."

The female mumbled still half asleep. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and rested her hands on her head. It had been a few years since she saw her boss last. She left him and went down to earth with the rest of the six to stop the war. She hadn't been up there since then and she didn't want to see him. She didn't want the feelign that always came with seeign him. She always wanted to do his bidding. He could say jump off a bridge and she'd say which one. That's want made her so made. After all these years of beign away from him she now just realized how much control over her he had. A growl escaped her as she pushed away from the bed and headed to the bathroom. She needed a shower. That would clear her head. As it turns out the shower was no help at all. It just made her worry more. So she left the bathroom and quickly got dressed. Once again she was sitting on the edge of her bed her hands clasped before her tightly, as she struggled to remember her past. But nothing came.

"Vixsyn was right. My memory has been sealed away. I can't believe it!"

Out of anger she grabbed her lamp and threw it across the room. It shattered with a loud crash that seemed to echo in her small loft. The one man she thought she could love and trust had sealed away all her memory! He'd sealed it all away. Everything but her name and the training her gave her.

"I can not believe this!"

She snarled with rage swipping her katana off the dresser and stormign out of her loft. She needed air. She needed a walk. She needed Vixsyn, but Vixsyn wasn't here. Atleast she coudl get a walk and air. Fingers gripping her katana tightly she headed down a path through the forest near her loft. The forest was rather quiet for being only ten o clock at night. Only a few birds chripped but it was mostly the bats that called to her. It was rather chilly and goose bumps rose upon her arms. She should have grabbed her trenchcoat as well. Eyes narrowed she put her katan over her shoulder and headed further into the darkness hoping it would calm her from these thoughts. God help her the thoughts of killing her master. She knew with every fiber of her being that it was wrong but osme small voice inside her head kept whispering to her that she should. Maybe she could just talk to him. Maybe then he'd give back her memory. Maybe she was growing insane if she thought her Master would give back her memory. A crack sounded behind her and she wihipped around only to see nothing there. The hairs on the back of her neck rose and something tightened in her gut. Somethign bad was going to happen.

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[Urjasz Volkova]

Very detailed, very precise, loving the betrayal and violence within the history, only thing I'd mention is you referred to her as a demon a few times (once in strength, twice in history) but other than that, accepted!