Tokugawa Curnain
May 2, 2012 13:44:49 GMT -8
Post by Raewynne Cousland on May 2, 2012 13:44:49 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name: Tokugawa Curnain
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-Two
Faction: Spiritually Aware Human
Rank: Shape-Shifter
Reiatsu Color: Wisteria
Reiatsu Aura: Amaurosis- A person who comes into contact with this aura experiences the feeling of being blind; or, as Curnain intended, sightlessness as if what's in front of you is really what it appears to be, but in reality is just a replica. Basically, an emotional sensation of deception and trickery.
Appearance:
Weighing in at 130 pounds only standing at a mere, slender 5'4" and composed of pure muscle, this female has a strange air about her; even more ‘unique’ is her appearance, obviously a mixture of Japanese and some other descent. Her pale complexion, as well as her reddish brown strands of hair don’t compare to her fantastic eye-color. Inside, near the pupil of her eyes, lies Wisteria pigmentation, surrounded by a chocolate brown, producing a hazel effect, though with different shades.
She wears typical attire set in 1400s Japan that allows flexibility and agile mobility.
Curnain catches glances both against her Irish attributes, but primarily her eyes, however, her Japanese is fluent. Also, Wisteria markings pass through her left and right eyes, both ending in a tip at the bottom lid, and above her eyebrows, similar to her father’s 'birthmark'.
Personality: Morals have taught the young woman how to be respectful, and kind. She is willing to help people she is familiar with, including the elderly; she rarely helps strangers, because of her distrust. Her distrust keeps her away from those who have cloudy and malignant intentions: her mother thoroughly informed her of the harsh, cruel people in the world. Also, she will firmly stand up for what she believes in, even if it means arguing or being disrespectful on her part.
Although she dislikes disrupting the peace and engaging in violence, if it harms the safety of others and herself, she will find it necessary. She uses her shape-shifting ability, flexibility, and hand-eye coordination to the fullest, in conjunction with her daggers of course. She hardly takes for granted the opportunity of protection her father bestowed her with: martial arts, and weapon-handling skills. Luckily, she manages to stay calm in dire situations, even against horrific hollows, and inhuman souls; for she understands if she were not, she simply wouldn't be alive anymore... or in existence. 'Fight and Flight' over 'Fright'.
Outside the 'battlefield', she has a passion for animals. This passion tends to lead to her observation, and handling. She doesn't mind taking in wounded creatures, as this gives her the chance to fully examine each and every texture of their exterior; which benefits her and her ability. Her intelligence with zoology is rather outstanding, though she never discusses her interests with anyone besides her father.
Ultimately, she is pure and innocent, despite several fights and quarrels. Her distrust forms an abstract wall, making it difficult for anyone to approach her, or even for her to open up to people. That doesn't mean she'll be mean toward newly met people, it's just that she would probably vow to never see them around again if she doesn't find them trustworthy. She more so bases this operation against men, seeing as they usually have lewd, perverted tendencies. Curnain can easily befriend girls, so love is a tricky subject concerning the male population. Sorry boys~
History:
Two decades ago, the people of Ireland feared the rumors of a witch who deliberately haunted and tortured the citizens through witchcraft and mischief. Most knew her by the dreaded nickname, "The Witch of the Isle". To the worried citizens, however, none seemed to ever meet the female, so there was the constant battle or whether this character was fact, or fiction. Until then...
At that time a strict, handsome, and brilliant King ruled the island with much poise of fear and love to the extent that the people of his country utterly loved him with every inch and fiber of their beings. He was The Great, The Magnificent, who was steadily pulling most of the people out of despair and into some sort of economic balance. Most called him "Maric the Savior". Most importantly, Maric Seasnáin was married to an elegant woman of royalty in England to keep relations strong, but the woman not being able to produce a male child to rule the throne was quite the upset; since there was no knowledge of the male's part actually being the gender factor.
The King's ultimate youth and beauty caused young maidens to relish him whenever he made an appearance, and surprisingly, even the Witch's eye desired him. Though, probably for the wrong reasons. Or were they?
Late at night, the Witch sneakily gained entrance to his bedroom through his window utilizing her own means of power, and gazed upon the man as he slept peacefully in the bed with his fair wife. Every moment or so, her being inched closer, that was until she made her way to Maric's side of the bed, and lightly stroked the side of his face. There was an aroma or something that caught the man's attention as he lightly stirred and woke to the beautiful, seductive witch standing juxtaposition of his bedside.
Mór Rígan, or so she was called, and the king had never witnessed this sort of beauty before; her hair was long, outlining the perfect features of her face and curves of her body, but more importantly, was the sheer elegance of her eyes: a shade of dazzling pearl, something never seen before. An obvious spell was casted against the male to the point where he couldn't resist, where Mór Rígan lured the man into an empty room, promised to give birth to a masculine heir to the throne, and they conceived a child together; though, she was gone as soon as the wind blew, and the male was left alone with the burden of infidelity on his shoulders... What would any other unfaithful partner do?
The Savior evidently enough fell from grace at that point, not only because he cheated on the wife he had come to know and love, but more importantly he mixed his blood with the terrorizing witch of Ireland. She never exactly returned to the man, but she followed him in his dreams, which caused him to despise her with a passion. So, he ordered squads to search for her den out in the forests to which they found her safe haven, but with no one present. She had fled with the child in her womb to safety across the seas and into England, and beyond to the voyage that would take her to the seas of the pacific.
Maric would turn bitterer throughout the years to come searching for the woman who made a fool out of himself, and he evidently ruled with more malice to his people.
A pit stop in Germany introduced Niall Seasnáin into the world, but the ongoing chase wouldn't allow the witch to stop; the strangest looking human being that the witch gazed at: his piercing blue eyes, like his father's eyes and he had his mother's dark hair.
Most of Niall's life was chase, so he basically grew up on the road, but his mother was kind enough to teach him a few tricks, along with the people that crossed his path. His mother enforced strict discipline, but he wasn't the type to cause trouble or inflict anything negative of the sort on others, so there were times she didn't act so coldly against them. Niall always wondered, "Why? Why are we running, and from what are we running from?"
His mother educated him in everything she knew, but most importantly, skills essential for survival: fighting, foraging for food, and basic healing and communication in other languages. Others, including his mother, taught him different stances and techniques involving dual weaponry. She didn't tell him anything 'strange' about herself, not until she laid on her death bed, on the western shore of China twenty years after Niall's conception and birth; she began to realize that his eyes were changing color during his stages of puberty. The piercing blue eyes that his father possessed turned into a majestic violet. Possible genetic combination of the pearl and blue?
Niall grew into his father's shape, muscular and fit with a high endurance, and his mother secretly was proud of what her son had become. They were caught in an outside war along the Great Wall between two Chinese clans, and Mór Rígan happened to be fragile and weak in her elder years; though she fully knew the one elder of the tribe, who practiced magic as well. She happened to fall, get trapped in the cross fire, and was ultimately too slow to cast any sort of spell before getting hit by an arrow.
Niall's protective instincts swept through his features, and defended her like a champion until it was the right time to sweep her off the ground and to carry her to a safe retreat. Even though the elder hadn't stepped in to save the dying mother, he would later on help Niall learn Chinese, and would become quite friendly with the lad, as if it was the least he could do for his old ally. Last regards to the witch.
A cavern was the safe place, and despite his knowledge in herbal medicine, there was nothing he could do. She became anemic in her later years, and too much blood was being lost. It was then, that Mór Rígan told him the truth; his apparent relation to the King of Ireland, the tainted blood within his soul from her because of her apparent blood-line in witchcraft, primarily shape-shifting. It was all a sudden shock to him, but inside he knew, he just needed the confirmation. So that was why those dedicated followers of the King tried to hunt him and his mother down?
For the first and only time, he wept for his mother's ascension to heaven; yes, he considered her to be a saint, protecting him all his life, but it was also then he realized that he'd be alone soon enough. In all actuality, however, she remained a forgotten soul, untouched by any spiritual factor of the sort. He'd need to fight the few followers and put an end to it.
Mór Rígan died that night, and Niall spilled the blood of those predators who continued their chase from so long ago. This first time he truly hurt someone, but it was truly for the sake of goodness, and duty to his mother. Her death wouldn't be in vain.
The party destined to bring Niall and his mother down was lost, which led the King and every other important citizen in Ireland to believe that Niall's death was unconfirmed, but probably happened. No more further parties would chase the lone warrior, so he would spend a year establishing relations with his mother's friend's clan of Chinese citizens engaged in the war. Although he had no idea why the two knew each other, considering that Ireland and China were so far away it was apparent that both had met many years ago, before Niall's birth, when Mór Rígan was tampering with her ability to shape-shift. Like a bird she flew many miles away from home. By chance, or fate, her journey brought her in his direction, where the two met, and exchanged each of their own ways of magic: his dealt with herbal medicine, while her's was obviously her shifting ability. The male was also a fortune-teller at the time, and witnessed the day of their second and final meeting, along with the day Niall overcame his realm of 'normalcy'.
It was when he turned twenty-two, that his soul opened the channel between the spiritual realm, and the normal, average life; the channel that made him spiritually aware. Many of the Chinese allies gazed in awe at his unique, violet eyes. They considered him to be some sort of blessing, and so when another battle fired well under-way and Niall got heavily injured, they shipped him over to Japan so he would be saved. Better yet: smuggled. The ongoing battle was off in the shore, so the only place of escape was only Japan at the time, especially since the enemy was surrounding Niall and his allies in a blockade. Who would accept a violet-eyed, handsome young man?
During the long ship ride, Niall struggled for survival, until, of course, he heard Mór Rígan's voice two days after setting sail in his unconsciousness.
"M-M-Mother?" He gasped, as he was placed in some sort of forest during this odd dream, probably the scenery of Ireland. From what his violet eyes could perceive, she was outside a naturally made den, reading a rather ancient book that looked as if it was crumbling.
His mother's face peeked up from the book, in which she nodded, and made a rather creepy smile; for she wasn't one for smiling. She looked definitely herself but in her youth, beautiful and rather ravishing. She spoke, in her usual, stern tone. "Ah, and I was beginning to wonder when you'd realize your true potential, my son."
"True potential? I'm not sure I-" Niall was cut off by his mother's young, seductive voice, "Yes, you're like me. We aren't normal, if it hasn't reached your brain, as of yet. I told you this, but I didn't necessarily explain exactly what my tainted blood entitles to you." Niall nodded, and realized that he needed to discover his own talent. "Basically, you and I are unique, and that is as much as I can give you. We'll never speak again, even in the after-life. Learn for yourself, son." Niall nodded again, as the dream simultaneously dispersed when his mother commanded, "Awaken."
Miraculously, he quickly sat up in bed, which sent an excruciating pain throughout his entire body from his rather recent history, but he was safe, now. Pulled from the possible chance of death, Niall was going to survive, for now. Who would've thought that this day was the day of his jump into the spiritual world? He did feel different, but maybe that was because his hair wasn't combed perfectly, or his daily intake of cheese was low. Maybe someone even gave him a mug of Dwarven Ale; either way, he felt in tune with himself, in a greater sense of peace.
Dumbfounded, it’d take many years for him to discover his shape shifting ability, though starting anew became his utmost importance while traveling into Japan. Yes, he decided to travel to Japan instead of return to China. It's not like the smugglers would enjoy turning the ship back around and sailing back to China. Great... he'd have to learn another language, too. Didn't he horribly fail in speaking fluently just in other languages already?!
He reached Japan eventually, but hid his marvelous eyes from the common-folk by means of a straw hat, so it was sad to say he looked rather... silly and utterly stupid wearing one; especially with his tall, muscular and strong build.
It was there, he settled down in Kyoto, met his Japanese wife, and produced a child; Curnain Tokugawa. When he married, he took his wife’s family name, to blend in further. Those early years before conceiving a child, Niall uncovered his talent through a dream with an ancestor many generations before his mother. Practice made perfect, and he was exemplary by the time his daughter was introduced into the world. She took a combination of looks from both parents, and lived a normal childhood; though often times she wondered where her farther disappeared to, then showed up randomly in the middle of the night, via the window. There was also the realization of seeing ‘dead’ people. So no… it wasn’t really normal.
As she grew older, she became defined in attributes, like her reddish brown hair, and Wisteria-brown eyes: unfamiliar, indeed, but throughout her teenage years her father, and mother taught their daughter righteous morals and ideals, giving her a kind-hearted background. Her father, well aware of the dangers of the ‘outside’ world, instructed her on self-defense, preparing her for any sort of situation that required combat. Her mother, distrustful at others besides family and friends, gave her an outlook on the cruel intentions people tend to have. She even received two violet hued daggers, passed down from generation to generation on her mother’s side in case she needed to fend off weirdos.
At the age of 15, her father approached her in regards to her abilities. By now, she was skilled in fighting, and aware of her spiritual manifestation. Curnain enjoyed reading books, cooking, and pretty much anything else any typical teenager at the time would enjoy. She did, however, have quite the fascination with biology and zoology. This was first introduced by books, and observation of little critters outside. So, Curnain read up on most animals through books, which included just more than pictures, but the anatomies, structures and functions of what was preserved in each little body. Perhaps it was a calling, that she would be a doctor or something... ironic how her own ability was trying to signal her with that bizarre interest. Oh, she enjoyed acrobatics too!
Niall finally gave his explanation of why he'd return in the middle of the night through the window; more importantly, he discussed topics she never even knew it was possible, especially regarding her own talents. Shape-Shifting? Crazy! The only way she would honestly believe him was if her father showed her... in which he did. How was she going to tap into that ability, though?
Her questions were answered with days after days of practice. In the beginning, she worked on shifting only small portions of her body to replicate their family dog, Mr. Twinkles. The 'trial' progressed into a week, and she was finally able to represent Mr. Twinkles in the flesh! The only problem was that she was one huge dog! Her father then explained that she needed to go in depth with the transformation: things such as the interior anatomy and composition were to be crafted intricately too! Luckily, this fueled her to dig her nose further into books! And brought a weird habit of... taking in deceased animals and studying their insides... oh well!
It took years to develop her ability, research structures and appearances of animals! Curnain may now have it down at the current age of 20 but she is always looking to further master her innate ability. Nowadays, she works as a waitress in her family owned restaurant, eager to help those in need, and just as glad to learn of new 'experiments' to shape-shift into! She's also glad that her mother hasn't deemed Curnain and Niall as strange, now that she knows the secret. Her creature list is long, but looking for more improvement, and additions... humans perhaps?
Her tranquil demeanor has thus aided her in recent 'adventures', and sightings of those malignant creatures called hollows. The men have also been dumb, as always...
Not much has gone down in the span of past and present, but Curnain had the opportunity to meet some interesting fellows. She also put her shifting abilities to the test to spy on others, learning of a possible tea shop opening soon. One person who she would never forget would be Chiki-chan, for Curnain will always be the little girl's Dog-san!
Her mother and father have been persistent with her as always; whether it involves work or not [or her life in general]. She's still a little caged bird, but slowly she's coming out of her shell! Time will only show her the way!
She's currently searching for another way to help the community!
Name: Tokugawa Curnain
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-Two
Faction: Spiritually Aware Human
Rank: Shape-Shifter
Reiatsu Color: Wisteria
Reiatsu Aura: Amaurosis- A person who comes into contact with this aura experiences the feeling of being blind; or, as Curnain intended, sightlessness as if what's in front of you is really what it appears to be, but in reality is just a replica. Basically, an emotional sensation of deception and trickery.
Appearance:
Weighing in at 130 pounds only standing at a mere, slender 5'4" and composed of pure muscle, this female has a strange air about her; even more ‘unique’ is her appearance, obviously a mixture of Japanese and some other descent. Her pale complexion, as well as her reddish brown strands of hair don’t compare to her fantastic eye-color. Inside, near the pupil of her eyes, lies Wisteria pigmentation, surrounded by a chocolate brown, producing a hazel effect, though with different shades.
She wears typical attire set in 1400s Japan that allows flexibility and agile mobility.
Curnain catches glances both against her Irish attributes, but primarily her eyes, however, her Japanese is fluent. Also, Wisteria markings pass through her left and right eyes, both ending in a tip at the bottom lid, and above her eyebrows, similar to her father’s 'birthmark'.
Personality: Morals have taught the young woman how to be respectful, and kind. She is willing to help people she is familiar with, including the elderly; she rarely helps strangers, because of her distrust. Her distrust keeps her away from those who have cloudy and malignant intentions: her mother thoroughly informed her of the harsh, cruel people in the world. Also, she will firmly stand up for what she believes in, even if it means arguing or being disrespectful on her part.
Although she dislikes disrupting the peace and engaging in violence, if it harms the safety of others and herself, she will find it necessary. She uses her shape-shifting ability, flexibility, and hand-eye coordination to the fullest, in conjunction with her daggers of course. She hardly takes for granted the opportunity of protection her father bestowed her with: martial arts, and weapon-handling skills. Luckily, she manages to stay calm in dire situations, even against horrific hollows, and inhuman souls; for she understands if she were not, she simply wouldn't be alive anymore... or in existence. 'Fight and Flight' over 'Fright'.
Outside the 'battlefield', she has a passion for animals. This passion tends to lead to her observation, and handling. She doesn't mind taking in wounded creatures, as this gives her the chance to fully examine each and every texture of their exterior; which benefits her and her ability. Her intelligence with zoology is rather outstanding, though she never discusses her interests with anyone besides her father.
Ultimately, she is pure and innocent, despite several fights and quarrels. Her distrust forms an abstract wall, making it difficult for anyone to approach her, or even for her to open up to people. That doesn't mean she'll be mean toward newly met people, it's just that she would probably vow to never see them around again if she doesn't find them trustworthy. She more so bases this operation against men, seeing as they usually have lewd, perverted tendencies. Curnain can easily befriend girls, so love is a tricky subject concerning the male population. Sorry boys~
History:
Two decades ago, the people of Ireland feared the rumors of a witch who deliberately haunted and tortured the citizens through witchcraft and mischief. Most knew her by the dreaded nickname, "The Witch of the Isle". To the worried citizens, however, none seemed to ever meet the female, so there was the constant battle or whether this character was fact, or fiction. Until then...
At that time a strict, handsome, and brilliant King ruled the island with much poise of fear and love to the extent that the people of his country utterly loved him with every inch and fiber of their beings. He was The Great, The Magnificent, who was steadily pulling most of the people out of despair and into some sort of economic balance. Most called him "Maric the Savior". Most importantly, Maric Seasnáin was married to an elegant woman of royalty in England to keep relations strong, but the woman not being able to produce a male child to rule the throne was quite the upset; since there was no knowledge of the male's part actually being the gender factor.
The King's ultimate youth and beauty caused young maidens to relish him whenever he made an appearance, and surprisingly, even the Witch's eye desired him. Though, probably for the wrong reasons. Or were they?
Late at night, the Witch sneakily gained entrance to his bedroom through his window utilizing her own means of power, and gazed upon the man as he slept peacefully in the bed with his fair wife. Every moment or so, her being inched closer, that was until she made her way to Maric's side of the bed, and lightly stroked the side of his face. There was an aroma or something that caught the man's attention as he lightly stirred and woke to the beautiful, seductive witch standing juxtaposition of his bedside.
Mór Rígan, or so she was called, and the king had never witnessed this sort of beauty before; her hair was long, outlining the perfect features of her face and curves of her body, but more importantly, was the sheer elegance of her eyes: a shade of dazzling pearl, something never seen before. An obvious spell was casted against the male to the point where he couldn't resist, where Mór Rígan lured the man into an empty room, promised to give birth to a masculine heir to the throne, and they conceived a child together; though, she was gone as soon as the wind blew, and the male was left alone with the burden of infidelity on his shoulders... What would any other unfaithful partner do?
The Savior evidently enough fell from grace at that point, not only because he cheated on the wife he had come to know and love, but more importantly he mixed his blood with the terrorizing witch of Ireland. She never exactly returned to the man, but she followed him in his dreams, which caused him to despise her with a passion. So, he ordered squads to search for her den out in the forests to which they found her safe haven, but with no one present. She had fled with the child in her womb to safety across the seas and into England, and beyond to the voyage that would take her to the seas of the pacific.
Maric would turn bitterer throughout the years to come searching for the woman who made a fool out of himself, and he evidently ruled with more malice to his people.
A pit stop in Germany introduced Niall Seasnáin into the world, but the ongoing chase wouldn't allow the witch to stop; the strangest looking human being that the witch gazed at: his piercing blue eyes, like his father's eyes and he had his mother's dark hair.
Most of Niall's life was chase, so he basically grew up on the road, but his mother was kind enough to teach him a few tricks, along with the people that crossed his path. His mother enforced strict discipline, but he wasn't the type to cause trouble or inflict anything negative of the sort on others, so there were times she didn't act so coldly against them. Niall always wondered, "Why? Why are we running, and from what are we running from?"
His mother educated him in everything she knew, but most importantly, skills essential for survival: fighting, foraging for food, and basic healing and communication in other languages. Others, including his mother, taught him different stances and techniques involving dual weaponry. She didn't tell him anything 'strange' about herself, not until she laid on her death bed, on the western shore of China twenty years after Niall's conception and birth; she began to realize that his eyes were changing color during his stages of puberty. The piercing blue eyes that his father possessed turned into a majestic violet. Possible genetic combination of the pearl and blue?
Niall grew into his father's shape, muscular and fit with a high endurance, and his mother secretly was proud of what her son had become. They were caught in an outside war along the Great Wall between two Chinese clans, and Mór Rígan happened to be fragile and weak in her elder years; though she fully knew the one elder of the tribe, who practiced magic as well. She happened to fall, get trapped in the cross fire, and was ultimately too slow to cast any sort of spell before getting hit by an arrow.
Niall's protective instincts swept through his features, and defended her like a champion until it was the right time to sweep her off the ground and to carry her to a safe retreat. Even though the elder hadn't stepped in to save the dying mother, he would later on help Niall learn Chinese, and would become quite friendly with the lad, as if it was the least he could do for his old ally. Last regards to the witch.
A cavern was the safe place, and despite his knowledge in herbal medicine, there was nothing he could do. She became anemic in her later years, and too much blood was being lost. It was then, that Mór Rígan told him the truth; his apparent relation to the King of Ireland, the tainted blood within his soul from her because of her apparent blood-line in witchcraft, primarily shape-shifting. It was all a sudden shock to him, but inside he knew, he just needed the confirmation. So that was why those dedicated followers of the King tried to hunt him and his mother down?
For the first and only time, he wept for his mother's ascension to heaven; yes, he considered her to be a saint, protecting him all his life, but it was also then he realized that he'd be alone soon enough. In all actuality, however, she remained a forgotten soul, untouched by any spiritual factor of the sort. He'd need to fight the few followers and put an end to it.
Mór Rígan died that night, and Niall spilled the blood of those predators who continued their chase from so long ago. This first time he truly hurt someone, but it was truly for the sake of goodness, and duty to his mother. Her death wouldn't be in vain.
The party destined to bring Niall and his mother down was lost, which led the King and every other important citizen in Ireland to believe that Niall's death was unconfirmed, but probably happened. No more further parties would chase the lone warrior, so he would spend a year establishing relations with his mother's friend's clan of Chinese citizens engaged in the war. Although he had no idea why the two knew each other, considering that Ireland and China were so far away it was apparent that both had met many years ago, before Niall's birth, when Mór Rígan was tampering with her ability to shape-shift. Like a bird she flew many miles away from home. By chance, or fate, her journey brought her in his direction, where the two met, and exchanged each of their own ways of magic: his dealt with herbal medicine, while her's was obviously her shifting ability. The male was also a fortune-teller at the time, and witnessed the day of their second and final meeting, along with the day Niall overcame his realm of 'normalcy'.
It was when he turned twenty-two, that his soul opened the channel between the spiritual realm, and the normal, average life; the channel that made him spiritually aware. Many of the Chinese allies gazed in awe at his unique, violet eyes. They considered him to be some sort of blessing, and so when another battle fired well under-way and Niall got heavily injured, they shipped him over to Japan so he would be saved. Better yet: smuggled. The ongoing battle was off in the shore, so the only place of escape was only Japan at the time, especially since the enemy was surrounding Niall and his allies in a blockade. Who would accept a violet-eyed, handsome young man?
During the long ship ride, Niall struggled for survival, until, of course, he heard Mór Rígan's voice two days after setting sail in his unconsciousness.
"M-M-Mother?" He gasped, as he was placed in some sort of forest during this odd dream, probably the scenery of Ireland. From what his violet eyes could perceive, she was outside a naturally made den, reading a rather ancient book that looked as if it was crumbling.
His mother's face peeked up from the book, in which she nodded, and made a rather creepy smile; for she wasn't one for smiling. She looked definitely herself but in her youth, beautiful and rather ravishing. She spoke, in her usual, stern tone. "Ah, and I was beginning to wonder when you'd realize your true potential, my son."
"True potential? I'm not sure I-" Niall was cut off by his mother's young, seductive voice, "Yes, you're like me. We aren't normal, if it hasn't reached your brain, as of yet. I told you this, but I didn't necessarily explain exactly what my tainted blood entitles to you." Niall nodded, and realized that he needed to discover his own talent. "Basically, you and I are unique, and that is as much as I can give you. We'll never speak again, even in the after-life. Learn for yourself, son." Niall nodded again, as the dream simultaneously dispersed when his mother commanded, "Awaken."
Miraculously, he quickly sat up in bed, which sent an excruciating pain throughout his entire body from his rather recent history, but he was safe, now. Pulled from the possible chance of death, Niall was going to survive, for now. Who would've thought that this day was the day of his jump into the spiritual world? He did feel different, but maybe that was because his hair wasn't combed perfectly, or his daily intake of cheese was low. Maybe someone even gave him a mug of Dwarven Ale; either way, he felt in tune with himself, in a greater sense of peace.
Dumbfounded, it’d take many years for him to discover his shape shifting ability, though starting anew became his utmost importance while traveling into Japan. Yes, he decided to travel to Japan instead of return to China. It's not like the smugglers would enjoy turning the ship back around and sailing back to China. Great... he'd have to learn another language, too. Didn't he horribly fail in speaking fluently just in other languages already?!
He reached Japan eventually, but hid his marvelous eyes from the common-folk by means of a straw hat, so it was sad to say he looked rather... silly and utterly stupid wearing one; especially with his tall, muscular and strong build.
It was there, he settled down in Kyoto, met his Japanese wife, and produced a child; Curnain Tokugawa. When he married, he took his wife’s family name, to blend in further. Those early years before conceiving a child, Niall uncovered his talent through a dream with an ancestor many generations before his mother. Practice made perfect, and he was exemplary by the time his daughter was introduced into the world. She took a combination of looks from both parents, and lived a normal childhood; though often times she wondered where her farther disappeared to, then showed up randomly in the middle of the night, via the window. There was also the realization of seeing ‘dead’ people. So no… it wasn’t really normal.
As she grew older, she became defined in attributes, like her reddish brown hair, and Wisteria-brown eyes: unfamiliar, indeed, but throughout her teenage years her father, and mother taught their daughter righteous morals and ideals, giving her a kind-hearted background. Her father, well aware of the dangers of the ‘outside’ world, instructed her on self-defense, preparing her for any sort of situation that required combat. Her mother, distrustful at others besides family and friends, gave her an outlook on the cruel intentions people tend to have. She even received two violet hued daggers, passed down from generation to generation on her mother’s side in case she needed to fend off weirdos.
At the age of 15, her father approached her in regards to her abilities. By now, she was skilled in fighting, and aware of her spiritual manifestation. Curnain enjoyed reading books, cooking, and pretty much anything else any typical teenager at the time would enjoy. She did, however, have quite the fascination with biology and zoology. This was first introduced by books, and observation of little critters outside. So, Curnain read up on most animals through books, which included just more than pictures, but the anatomies, structures and functions of what was preserved in each little body. Perhaps it was a calling, that she would be a doctor or something... ironic how her own ability was trying to signal her with that bizarre interest. Oh, she enjoyed acrobatics too!
Niall finally gave his explanation of why he'd return in the middle of the night through the window; more importantly, he discussed topics she never even knew it was possible, especially regarding her own talents. Shape-Shifting? Crazy! The only way she would honestly believe him was if her father showed her... in which he did. How was she going to tap into that ability, though?
Her questions were answered with days after days of practice. In the beginning, she worked on shifting only small portions of her body to replicate their family dog, Mr. Twinkles. The 'trial' progressed into a week, and she was finally able to represent Mr. Twinkles in the flesh! The only problem was that she was one huge dog! Her father then explained that she needed to go in depth with the transformation: things such as the interior anatomy and composition were to be crafted intricately too! Luckily, this fueled her to dig her nose further into books! And brought a weird habit of... taking in deceased animals and studying their insides... oh well!
It took years to develop her ability, research structures and appearances of animals! Curnain may now have it down at the current age of 20 but she is always looking to further master her innate ability. Nowadays, she works as a waitress in her family owned restaurant, eager to help those in need, and just as glad to learn of new 'experiments' to shape-shift into! She's also glad that her mother hasn't deemed Curnain and Niall as strange, now that she knows the secret. Her creature list is long, but looking for more improvement, and additions... humans perhaps?
Her tranquil demeanor has thus aided her in recent 'adventures', and sightings of those malignant creatures called hollows. The men have also been dumb, as always...
Not much has gone down in the span of past and present, but Curnain had the opportunity to meet some interesting fellows. She also put her shifting abilities to the test to spy on others, learning of a possible tea shop opening soon. One person who she would never forget would be Chiki-chan, for Curnain will always be the little girl's Dog-san!
Her mother and father have been persistent with her as always; whether it involves work or not [or her life in general]. She's still a little caged bird, but slowly she's coming out of her shell! Time will only show her the way!
She's currently searching for another way to help the community!
