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| ||{ Jinsoke Itane }|| |
| What you think you can see Is not real. What you think not to feel Is within. What you think to hold onto Is illusion. What you think to escape ...Is yourself... |
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| Name: Jinsoke Itane Spec: Kai�ji Vampire Allignment: Chaotic Syre: no natural Syre, ReSyred by Than De'Sange Abilities: Empath - Mind Melding - Shapeshifting - Translocation - Soul Trapping - Healing [major] Status: Untamed Weapons: Sword -Dagger [2x] in each boot -Kai'ji Crystal |
| Thoughtful conceptions of lurid deceit and incarnate lust were captured in fathomless depths of seafoam green, a pure and crystalline color which remained fixated through her line of sight upon her current source of intent with an unwavering determination. She was absorbed with such uncanny vehemence as to be inhuman.. verging upon, or rather, encompassed by, a predatory nature. Motions were enthralled by a deathly silence and lightning quickness, the curve of a feral grin forever tainting vulpine features with an unwavering, patronizing mirth that infected her surrounds like springtime on winter's final day of dominion.. The shadows finally seemed to begrudgingly recede as she moved smoothly away from the velvet, tenebrous fingers, those luminous azure-green wolf eyes sweeping with a devil-may-care smile. Impossible fluidity and an epitome of feline grace defined every movement, with no excess or wasted motion. Everything was as poised and certain as the coordination of some grand ballet, where each motion was precalculated, tried, and true. And..lethal. It was a mocking livewire fray that gleamed from lustful hues.. one that taunted and teased the very thought of another's approach. Challenge writ deep within svelte sinews, provoking proximity from all watchers even as she set off every natural warning bell you possessed. The coiled tension that any perception would have sensed, however, was that of a spring...pushed so far beyond its limit of compressibility that it would discharge at any given moment. It was not the motion itself that was so captivating.. but the veritable potential for motion that existed in every shape, line, and curve of the femme�s luscious form. Cordial, captivating, and inherently deadly. A primal predator that had reached the epitome of creation, in form with some grand, inscrutable design that she likewise seemed to have shattered and exceeded. Twin tiers of lascivious sanguine were gently indented upon the bottom petal by delicate shards of ivory, whose gleam screamed of The Hunt.. carrying with them many a memory of feral nights and carnal workings. Was it any more of a comfort, to know that the vampiric one was.. unique? The crystal shard that dangled so listlessly at the curve of her neck was hardly an arbitrary or capricious adornment. Indeed.. such was the source of her Kynd�s greatest gifts. For she was no mere vampress to lust for blood and drain one�s mortal life. She lusted after one�s immortality, one's soul. The very thing that guaranteed each life could be passed on to a new future. The kai�ji broke the Cycle. And they enjoyed it. Into the little shard of such simple earthen element, one�s essence was mired, and thus imbued its captor with impossibly acute empathyc abilities, as well as the multiple capacities of Shifting. And the ability was not, as with most of the fanged Kindred, limited to but a few forms. When she�d recently fed, the possibilities were .e.n.d.l.e.s.s. So the femme could appear as anything.. anyone.. any guise taken in a matter of moments to lure whoever she pleased to their ultimate bliss.. and ultimate downfall. So.. who�s next? You? You�d like that, wouldn�t you. |
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| Kaiji are antisocial creatures, aesthetic, seeking very little beyond the surface flesh and selfish needs that drive them to the core. The impersonalization is a natural aid to prevent the manifestations of guilt at their actions, and the thefting soul reaves that strip a single being of their eternality once every quarter year. The exceptions that exist can form either with intention or not, and more frequently are inclined toward the latter. As inborn as the natural inclinement toward seclusion and isolation, is the calloused formation of |3onds. Two, three at the most can ever be held, although there are a few cases as such where four or even five were maintained. The insinuations of a |3ond are simple - its object is one who is a pinnacle of strength and wit, a surivist. They are those scant few with whom the Kai'ji feels a connection residing beyond simple lust or friendship, a oneness without words or written expression to suit. To such people, often unwittingly, the Kai'ji will extend an unseen, unsensed bond of empathic webbery that remains preliminarily onesided. Only the Kai'ji is aware of its existance. Should one of their |3onded remain at a physical distance for two long, the Kai'ji is likely to suffer such ailments as resemble a flu or virus - high fevers, nausea, headaches and lethargy. The strength of the |3ond dictates the strength of the symptoms. It often leads to desperation, especially should the Kai'ji feel there is a threat upon a |3onded's life. The death of a |3ond is a fully physical, emotional, and empathic shock, near impossible to overcome even in time. For a |3onded to be made aware of the bond, they must be told of its existance, and then guided through it. This is usually avoided, as it can strengthen the force with which the |3ond holds the Kai'ji to its object, worsening the state of 'withdrawal' in that being's absence. |
| Jin's |3onds: |
| Than De'Sange [ Clanmate, friend ] |
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| "You'd never guess.. but I'd cross hell to reach your side. You know that, don't you?" |
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