Nyshia

[nyshia]

Nyshia Yuki Itsuru;;
is now entering Sins of Impunity

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Alias: Ny
Name: Nyshia Yuki Itsuru
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi-Sexual
Real Age: 256
Physical Age: In her twenties.
Species: Vampire
Sire: It is unknown, and Nyshia will not speak of whom it was.
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Some accumulated wealth from over the years.
Job: Working at a local club as a dancer, also makes picking up a meal after work much easier. She owns a small theatre and occaisionally is in plays that are held and practiced at night. These plays are often the most sought after.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Seductress
2. Speed
3. Healing

Summary:
Nyshia has always had the innate ability to seduce even the most unwilling suitors. Though it is common among vampires to hold that air of mystery that seduces the humans into their arms, Nyshia holds the power to seduce even vampires. However, the more unwilling the suitor, the more it drains on her hours later. There is always a downside to an ability.

Nyshia bears the ability to move very quickly, as it is a skill of most vampires, it is especially so with her. She was very quick and graceful before she was turned, and thus the ability seems to have came along with her into her immortality.

Nyshia has the ability to heal quickly, another skill often bore by vampires, however, instead of taking days to heal, it takes her just minutes for small wounds, hours for deeper wounds, and a day or so for wound that would kill a human. If a limb is severed from her body, it must be replaced into its exact spot immediately, or it will never heal back. If her head is removed then she dies.

Weakness:
1. Sunlight
2. Having an object wedged within her wounds causes issues.
3. Her clinging Humanity
4. Overthinking a situation

Summary:
As with many vampires, Nyshia cannot bear the light of day. It first begins with burning her and then if prolonged, will eventually kill her. The length of time really just depends on the amount of UV given off by the sun.

With her ability to heal it is not a very good thing to be impaled or simply have something buried in her skin or body. If she doesn't remove the object quickly, she'll be forced to dig it out of her already healed skin, which is not the most fun thing to do. If it is a wound that would kill a human and the object is left within, it may just kill her.

Most vampires lack humanity shortly after they've been turned, this was not the case with Nyshia and the reason is unknown to her. She simply knows that she can still love, still feel human emotions, cry when she kills uselessly, and those other annoying human feelings. It sometimes drives her quite insane in which she will enter a bout of deep depression or simply go mad until her mind comes back to her.

Part of her problem in life before turning, was overthinking things and often doing wrong what she was trying to do right. This curse has followed her as well. She overcomplicates things that can be very simple and often the situation ends up going bad for her or hurting her in the end.

Appearance;;

Hair: Black as night.
Eyes: Deep pools of ebony.
Height: 5'3"
Marks: In life, she had a tattoo of a small black heart placed right over her nether regions, just below her belly button.
Race: Japanese
Skin Tone: Golden, though tainted by the lack of light.
Body Type: Slim and small, very lithe.
Clothing Style: Often elegant evening dresses or clothing that simply doesn't cover all her feminine attributes. Depending on her moods.
Footwear: Shoes to match her adornment.

Summary:
Nyshia's appearance is quite breathtaking as she wishes it to be on every occasion. Her deamenor is calm, and cold to those around her, the rare smile only offered on certain occaisions.

Her long hair cascades down to about mid-back when it is not up. Her skin is still golden, but the lack of sunlight has caused it to take a bit of an ashy appearance, so she uses some products to help with this issue, not always doing so though. Make-up is rarely worn on the fineboned and delicate asian features of her face, and when it is, it usually accents her face instead of covering it up.

On most occaisions when working at the club, she is skantily clad and then on occaisions for the theatre she wears neat ball gowns and looks ravishing. She can often be found dressed in these elegant gowns at evening parties held by the elite people of the city in which she lives.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Most Women.
2. Fine wine.
3. Clove cigarettes.
4. Reading
5. Writing plays or short stories.

Dislikes:
1. People with her personality.
2. Being hit on or touched inappropriately.
3. Dislikes most men.
4. Criticism.
5. Rudeness.

Flaws:
1. Too Cold to people.
2. Very strict.
3. Haughty.
4. Distant.
5. Blunt.

Summary:
Nyshia's cold demeanor towards people is born from her past life as a Geisha. She makes casual conversation and occaisionally is far too blunt. She keeps herself distant from most people as it causes major complications in her life and sometimes forces her to to make hard decisions. She can be very haughty and arrogant when it comes to people compimenting her, but on the other hand, she gets quite fiery when people prove to be rude to her.

Life as a Geisha often meant being fondled by well off men and talked down to, as such she has avoided most men and their affections over the years. However, as a Geisha, she was not allowwed a lover, so instead of taking on a male lover, she took a female one, one of her own geisha companions. In Japan, it is often not looked down upon for women to develop such a closeness that they appear to be lovers, so she got by with it for a time. This trait has apparently continue as she finds women to be more to her tastes, however, her relationship with a woman does not last very long whereas one with a man could last a lifetime. It was just her way.

Living among the elitists of the city has provided for quite the opportunity to sample fine wines and she has found that she enjoys them very much. Her home bears a neat wine cabinet with wines of different kinds everywhere. It is not uncommon to find her in her flat sitting next to a fireplace in a comfy chair reading a book, smoking a clove cigarette, and drinking a glass of wine.

As an immortal, smoking doesn't do any damage, so why not? She often enjoys smoking the small black clove cigarettes. They have a delightful flavor and impart a delicate scent that often clings to her along with her perfume, leaving a rather attractive scent about her.

Background Check;;

Family Members: None. She was sold at a very young age.
Birth Place: Kyoto, Nihon (Kyoto, Japan)
Childhood: She remembers little of being a child with her family, just vague images of her mother and sitting by a small fire in a hut. However, her life in the Geisha house was remembered. She lived in a small room outside of the main house with three other young girls around her age. They swept, cooked, and so on around the house, attending to the senior girls coming home from their nights business. In the early mornings she did her work and quickly ran down the streets to her school of training. This part of her life was remembered most because this was part of the training of a Geisha, to 'break' or 'make' a young geisha. The rest of her time flew by quickly.
Transformation: It was when she was returning from an engagement as a senior geisha, having completed a successful play. She caught sight of a foreigner as she was walking home and bowed slightly to him with an unengaging smile before moving to walk on. But something about the man drew her in, it frightened her as she was very strict and still is to this day...but she still walked gracefully to him as he took her into his home and she remembers little from that point on until she awoke to find herself naked upon the floor some days later. Ashamed, she left her life as a geisha and spent it toiling by from day to day as a rice worker just outside of a large city before the walls to Nihon were opened again during 1854 and she stowed away on a ship to the United States, spending much time in the states and making her way as a temptress of the night, an easy way to put it.
Prey: She usually picks off those that are a disgrace to mankind, those that royally piss her off, or people who are dying.
Fang Power: There is no power to her fangs other than to bite and draw blood.
Other Transformation: She transforms humans by having them drink of her blood, usually having taken the human's blood first. There has only been a few such occaisions in her history.
History:
Born in 1752, during the spring, she was one of three children, two boys and herself. Her father worked in town selling rice while her mother tended to the household duties of a wife and took care of their young daughter. Her brothers were quite a bit older, Nyshia being an accident. They had not yet left the household, instead they worked their small rice fields hoping to someday marry and gain their own homesteads, however, life as a family of rice farmers did not earn much for income or title, therefore, the sons were not finding very much in the way of wives. Their father caught wind of the price Geisha houses were offering for young girls and quickly sold Nyshia to one of the buyers who was passing through town. His wife begged and cried, but he refused, arguing that Nyshia's own life would be better and their sons could now afford to have wives with the money they received. The tearful wife finally accepted this for what it was and tearfully hid away in the house as their young daughter was sold.

Nyshia held a natural grace about her and an innate beauty and was quickly sold to a well-known Okiya. Her first few days were easy as the mistress of the house had little time to aquaint herself with her new shikomi. Nyshia took this time to hide in the dark recesses of the small hut-like room just outside in the courtyard like area of the okiya. The other girls tried to speak to her and get to know her, but Nyshia fended them off or pretended she was asleep until after about a week of being unnoticed, the mistress had her drug kicking and screaming from the small room and brought into the okiya to be introduced to her and her duties as a shikomi explained.

When girls first arrived at the okiya, they would be put to work as maids, or do everything they are told. The work was difficult with the intent to "make" and "break" the new girls. The most junior shikomi of the house would have to wait late into the night for the senior geisha to return from engagements, sometimes as late as two or three in the morning. As Nyshia so often did. During this stage of training, the shikomi would go to classes at the hanamachi's geisha school. Nyshia often did not sleep a wink during these years, bearly dragging herself to school only to spend much of her time dancing and learning the ways of the geisha.

Nyshia's time as shikomi flew by quickly to her and she finally passed her test to introduce her to her next stage in life as a minarai. The minarai stage focuses on training in the field. Although minarai attend ozashiki (banquets in which guests are attended by geisha), they do not participate at an advanced level. Their kimono, more elaborate than even a maiko's, are intended to do the talking for them. Nyshia's own kimono's were few, but beautiful, they ranged in shades of blue to almost black. Minarai can be hired for parties, but are usually uninvited (yet welcomed) guests at parties that their onee-san ("onee-san" meaning "older sister", and is the Minarai's senior) attends. Nyshia's onee-san was named Yuki, which Nyshia has now retained in her name to remind her of her lover and teacher. They charge 1/3 hanadai. Minarai generally work closely with a particular tea house (called "minarai-jaya") learning from the "okaa-san" (proprietor of the house). Nyshia loved her tea-house, enjoying the time she spent there. She now makes an excellent brew. These techniques are not taught in school, as skills such as conversation and gaming can only be absorbed through practice. This stage lasts only about a month or so. And so it did.

After a short period of time, the third (and most famous) stage of training began, called maiko. Maiko are apprentice geisha, and this stage can last for years. Maiko learn from their senior geisha mentor and follow them around to all their engagements. The onee-san/imouto-san (junior) relationship is extremely important. And it was very important to Nyshia, as that was her lover. Since the onee-san teaches her maiko everything about working in the hanamachi, her teaching is vital. And Nyshia listened intently, more so than most maiko would. She will teach her proper ways of serving tea, playing shamisen, and dancing, the casual talk of conversation, which is also important for a maiko to learn for future invitations to more teahouses and gatherings. The onee-san will even help pick the maiko's new professional name with kanji or symbols related to her own name. Nyshia's is still retained, it is Itsuru, meaning 'freeze'. As Nyshia's abilities could freeze the hearts of others and pull them into her. It was also because she was so cool towards people. Yuki often chided her on that flaw. One would suggest that geisha are prone to "flirt", but it is only their nature to seem demure and innocent. Regional variations exist, as the han'gyoku of Tokyo are known for being sassy and the Kyoto maiko are known for being demure.

Having finally passed her full geisha test, five years after becoming a maiko, she moved on to dancing in plays or simply attending tea parties or elegant parties held in gardens by the wealthy men of Nihon. Her most successful and last play was called, Kurai Katou, which means 'Dark Theif'...oddly enough. She met a dark theif on her last showing of this play.

Having separated from her friends and admirers, she was near her okiya, looking forward to a good nights sleep after so much work. Her small heavily clad form moving gracefully along the streets when she saw a foreigner, someone who should not have been there since Nihon had been closed off from all foreigners years before. She paid no mind to that fact, but politely bowed her head with a smile, intending to move on...but something held her in place, which scared her as she was very strict and would never tarry long. Her form moved gracefully forward, drawn by the foreign man and his strangeness.

She entered his house and became enfolded into his arms, her lips seeking his and then she fell into darkness with no idea if this was a dream or if this was real, then what had she been thinking? What had come over her? She had no answers for he had left her alone in the darkness of this small drab house...empty drab house. Her once proudly dressed body with its intricate make-up and styled hair, now naked, make-up smeared or all but gone, hair strewn this way and that....and an angry old woman looking down at her and cursing her and her foul partying ways, as she called it.

Nyshia spent some time talking to the women and explaining who she was and what had happened, or atleast what she could remember....her eyes blotted and blurry with a torrent of tears. Finally the old woman sighed, demanding the girl to stay put as she left for her own home and came back with some of her late husbands clothes in a knapsack, explaining to the girl that her life as a geisha would be over since she was no virgin anymore and that these things happened and there were ricefarms nearby that would take her in if she simply wove a sad tale.

Nyshia had nodded somberly and put some of the clothes on, though they were too big, they were atleast comfortable. She rinsed her face in a water basin and pulled her hair back out of her face and tied it in a ponytail with a strip of cloth before she stepped out of the small house only to scream in pain and run back into the house. The old woman had gone, and nobody was near by....Nyshia lay panting on the floor looking at her exposed skin that was burned by the sun in an instant. Slowly the wounds healed as she lay there on the floor...the sun began to set and finally was gone. After dark she was finally healed and able to step out of the house.

As she did so, she realized that she wasn't burnt by leaving the house. Then she left, walking in the moonlight to a nearby rice farm and explaining that she had a rare skin disease that prevented her from being in the light of day and that she had been a geisha and had been despoiled by a robber and the people nodded solemnly explaining that she would work alone in the rice fields at night and if not that, then she would clean their clothes and lay them out to dry. In exchange for this she could sleep in a hut she built and eat of their food. Nyshia had nodded and so her life was lived like this for the next decades, she would leave when her immortality showed and move to another rice farm with the same story and would continue so until 1854 when Nihon opened its gates to the foreigners once more.

She quickly stowed away on a ship bound for America. Sleeping in a crate in the ships hold and sneaking up every so often and draining a man of his blood, but only when she was so weak she would die in the next few days, for it would be painstakingly obvious something was going on. There were also chickens in the boat and she killed off a few of them, hoping she would arrive on land soon. When she became too afraid for a chicken or a man, she would kill the rats that came near her or in her crate, draining them of blood and tossing them off the ship.

After months, possibly years, she could not remember, on that blasted ship, she finally made it to America in such poor shape people looked at her strangely. She kept her clothes that she accumulated in a small bag about her and fed on the poor and sick people populating the dark streets of the cities around her. She would pawn or trade whatever items she gained from these kills and made a small living off of them, earning herself a drab rat-ridden room at the top of a small bar. Eventually taking the profession as a mistress of the night, though she rarely came through with her job, simply killing the would be patrons and disposing of their bodies and keeping their worthwhile items.

Finally as the years ran by, she learned of bars and worked as a dancer at many bars across the country. And then she settled with her large earnings over the years, bought herself a theatre in the early 1930's and ran it. Only attending the place at nightfall and working at her bars as a dancer. She still has until this day.

Code Word:
'poof the magic fairy baby'

Mad Skills;;

[Example of your Role-Playing]

Nyshia wandered through a blur of gaily dressed people, their masks resembling different animals, or simply that, just masks with intricate designs and features laid into them...her own mask one of simple lavender silk with crystals and white feathers laid into it.

Her graceful steps took her out onto a large balcony overlooking the gardens and a large pond with a fountain in it. The pond reflecting the moonlight in its rippling surface. A soft sigh of relief was emitted from her as her small chest heaved and fell.

Footsteps came up behind her as a man stepped forward, his cigarette smoke clinging in the humid air around them. She raised her small head haughtily and made to step back inside the large ballroom rather than be alone with this man. But he reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to look at him as he blew a puff of smoke into her face with an arrogrant smirk on his boxy features as he looked down on her.

"You only just stepped out, why are you in such a hurry to leave.", he asked, his tone deep and masculine.

Her face turned as the smoke blew into it, her deep ebony eyes closing for a moment, before she turned and glared at him, thin lips parting to speak. "I only needed a breath of fresh air...I have it and I'm going in...", she spoke, her voice soft and melodic.

He laughed, throwing his head back as he did so. Her eyes picked up every exposed vein in his neck, her blood hot with the desire to have his blood. She shook her head slowly and jerked her arm from his grasp, picking up her skirts and running back inside of the ballroom and quickly mingling herself in with the people, leaving him yelling for her on the balcony.

I'll not kill if its not necessary....not necessary.....he could do that to another woman....I should do it....I should....NO! Its wrong. He just wants what every man wants.....not necessary....but he could....

Her thoughts ran wild and she shook her head harshly, some of the intricate curls and barrettes in her hair coming loose. Thin digits moved to touch them before she sighed in exasperation, picking her skirts up again and pushing her way through the ballroom to the foyer. Quickly, she grabbed her jacket and stepped outside, waiting with the velet as another valet boy ran to get her vehicle.

"Beautiful night, huh?", said the valet boy who had remained as he sat on the steps to the large estate. He paused only momentarily before continuing on, not waiting for a reply, "I should be at home with my fiance right now, but this stupid party was ever so important. He shook his head and threw a piece of broken cement off the stairs and into the gravel at the base of the stairs, grumbling to himself.

Nyshia sighed and gave him a slight half smile, "We all do what we must....I wish you the best of luck." And with that, the other valet pulled up with her small black Toyota MR2 Spyder. A smile lit her face as she looked at the car, her carriage home. The vale stepped out and smiled to her before she quickly took his place and shifted into 1st gear, and gradually drove off, the shifting of the manual transmission heard as she met the main road and jetted off with a quickness. The squeals of her tires heard in the night.

The grumpy valet exchanged smiles with the other valet and chuckled with him, "I think she was in more of a hurry to get out of here than I am, eh?" The other valet nodded and the both sat down to chat the rest of their free time together.

[Isi Runasimi]

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