"Stop being so hard on yourself. I don't know if you realize this but... you don't need a past in order to have a future."This bio does not explain everything and will most likely not be updated. If you want to roleplay with her, send me a PM, but be aware of the dangers. After all, part of the fun is solving the puzzle.
Name: Unknown.
Alias: Motoko, Ryuuzu no Ko, Ryuuzu, Shiro, Kirkonvaki, Chroma, Kusanagi, Warmistress, Hayate, Mirage, White Fatalis
Species: Drakkocanidae
Breed: FATALIS
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 201 lbs.
Length: 6'10'' from nose to tail tip.
Wingspan: 4'11''
Build: Lithe
Color: White/Pearl, black, with red accents when enraged or otherwise under the influence of adrenaline.
Abilities: Human form, flammable blood, high mentabolism (to regenerate after possible blood loss) and spitting chemical-based fire in either form, Regeneration (metabolism).
Personality: Loner, abrasive, cold, offish, very violent, very defensive, hateful, but extremely loyal and has a melancholy, dangerous aura that hints at some extreme sadness, regret, guilt, and pain. She honestly believes she's cursed to carr a massive burden, but has never accepted death as an option. She waits for the day where she may eventually be free of this aforementioned burden she carries, though she does often state "They pain really is maddening; you have no idea."
History: Motoko abandoned her humanity a long time ago to become something other than what she was, perhaps this is the source of her guilt, or perhaps her guilt came from what forced her to become what she was.
I hate what I had to become,
To escape what I hated being.
Appearance:
She takes the form of either a large, white canine-like dragon, quite lanky and sinewy in build and built for speed and turning almost on a dime or a 5'6'' woman with short, white hair and fair-colored skin. Her eyes are like those of a cat or snake, silver-blue with red around the edges bleeding in both directions and black sclera, and she's capable of perceiving things frame by frame and moving faster than most living creatures could register. She has fire-colored armor and two katanas on each wrist, her wings are a compound design of both feathered and webbed wings, with the outermost wing finger being almost always armored with a blade. She's covered in various scars all over her body, which in her feral form is hidden but as a human, they're plainly visible, as she does not age. Often times she wears form-fitting clothing and as a human, can use those wrist katanas as well as combat knives and even her bare hands, her motor skills are very good and her skin sensitivity is almost five times that of an average human, allowing her to feel the displacement of the air before a melee attack hits, as well as magic energies usually unnoticed by normal creatures.
Her feral form has extremely strong jaws, as noted by a slight bulge at the base of her skull towards the back of her head evident in most carnivorous prehistoric animals.
Everyone's scared of those eyes that can see into your soul. But I know who those eyes belong to; a lost little girl who was left behind.Though she does not see suicide as an acceptable answer, she has often lead kamikaze attacks and has hinted at wanting to die, but being unable to as her consciousness resurfaces and her body refuses to decay, so for months at a time, her consciousness floats without a body until it returns to it's vessel, this could be her reason for not accepting suicide as it has already failed multiple times and she just gave up, or she genuinely doesn't want to die and would rather believe she's capable of carrying whatever burden she has. Suggesting she may also have been tortured to some extent, anyone with mind-reading capabilities that tries to get in her head without permission will be in severe pain due to the constant ear-splitting screaming and the feeling of getting torn open from the throat to the stomach they're sure to hear and feel before being kicked right back out. This hints at her past, coupled with selective memory this suggests a fair amount of trauma but could also be a defense mechanism. A feeling of despair and loneliness will persist for a few days at a time, the result of possibly coming into contact with her consciousness or supposedly "crossing her ghostline into a definitive killzone." as she likes to put it.
I am surrendering to gravity and the unknown
Catch me, heal me
Lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live...
I choose to live...
I choose to live...
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