Bio = Michiru Hino is a girl who is always different than what she exposes. Her emotions and feelings are well hid under others, others that she often exposes to replace them. Lately, she has been writing a lot of lyrics and poetry to express her creativity, though she still draws frequently. She has a step-father, a mother, an older brother, and a younger half-brother, as well as a father she sees about 2-3 times a year. You'll hear more from me another time.
There she was, we're not really too sure of where, but she's there. We're talking about a Prophet, and one of the many that writes something you may or may not have heard of - Prophecies. Yes, those writings that will tell of what is to come, and what has passed. It's an entirety world of them, if you can call it that.
Some things have been stirring up lately, something went wrong. Balance and order had been lost or confused somewhere and now.. now she does things on impulse. Horrible things. She destroyed a count of three Prophecies, although it may not sound bad, it's horrible. Destroying one throws everything out of proportion. She has also created a few - a few of the most creul and terrible destinies one could possibly think of, which you probably couldn't if you tried. And the deaths - oh, the deaths. Anyone who found out she murdered in the most brutal and horrible ways. Or she twisted their minds and converted them to the evil ways to help her.
But they found out, those who weilded more power than the others. They found out, and they hated her for what she had done, realized her injustice. They realized and threw her out, banished her after they had caught her. Relieved her of all her powers, but left three stone tablets and a tool to make three last Prophecies at will.
She never used them, kept them until they were needed. One does not waste such tools on something fickle. No, you wait until the moment is right. You use it for something you have a desperate passion for, and that never includes money or a false love. You use them for one purpose - to change the world for the better of those around you.
But I left out something important. When they banished her, they gave her the form of a cat, and not just any cat, a faerie cat. These cats are real and around today, but the other name for them I know not. A faerie cat is one that when a kitten fits in the palm of your hand, and when an adult fits on the palms of both your hands. To make matters worse, they gave her brilliant and deep blue eyes and made her fur the brightest color of pink you can imagine. The problem? She feared people. Not just feared them, but HATED them right down to the core. But because of her appearance she tended to attract them.
To flee from most humans and the world, she decidedly lived in a dump. A place where hardly would decidedly be, the reason of her choice. She found enough to get by, but still she waited. Alone and angry, she waited.
Who is 'She'? If that's what you're wondering, then you're right to question that. You can't blame them all for something that one select person did. Whether or not she's really all that bad is your decision, but I think she's really rather nice now that I've known her. Her name. Her name is Annie Elisa Nekima. And this is her story.
