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Kawamura Arisu

» [ N I C K N A M E / C O D E N A M E ]

Black Rabbit

» [ R A N K ]

Fighter

» [ P A T H ]

Evil

» [ G E N D E R ]

Female

» [ A G E ]

16

» [ H E I G H T ]

5'4

» [ S P E C I E S ]

Human (?)

» [ P E R SO N A L I T Y ]

[ Aloof | Cruel | Insane | Detached | Fearless | Selfish | Impulsive | Calm | Blunt ]

Rather aloof and cold, she does not possess any sort of emotions in her at all besides maybe hunger, even then she never acts on it and wallows around aimlessly without a clue until she just begins killing and eating whatever it is she killed, whether it'd be an animal or a human.

While quiet-looking, she does in fact speak when directly spoken to but whatever she says only comes out as nonsense, either about said subject or something that barely connects to it. Her mind merely works in a straightforward way and is blunt about everything, her way of thinking is as if it was that of a child's, only thinking about themselves and their needs, nothing else.

Her detachment to anything and everything leaves her quite the person to be feared by, killing just about everything she sees that seems to be standing in her way, especially when she's hungry. Everything is just the same to her, nothing is important besides herself so she takes every chance to kill without hesitation or mercy, if possible will even torture her victims when she 'thinks it's necessary', meaning most of the time. This also makes her fear almost nothing at all, not even when people threaten her does she show any kind of emotion towards it, only staring at them back as if they were a really delicious meal....

» [ A B I L I T I E S / P O W E R S ]

Has the ability to cause explosions which, when seen with the eye, is in the form of a burst of red rose petals, blowing up anything should she desire to a certain extent. These rose petals are actually blood, specifically her blood and should she be underfed, the explosions cause less damage so she would always go out for a 'meal' to strengthen herself. The amount of blood she uses also determines the strength of her explosions, so it is wise not to use so much blood just for one huge explosion as it may cause her to faint or even worst, die from blood loss. She would need to touch something to cause it to explode, the thing or person being touched will be getting the damage she gives them.

» [ W E A P O N (S) / F I G H T I N G S T Y L E ]

She tends to do things in a straightforward matter, rather going for a straight kill than to beat around the bushes. Her bare hands and teeth are enough to do the job for her, though at times she will use a weapon available if necessary.

» [ B I O G R A P H Y ]

Licking her lips, she admitted that the taste was rather addicting, each human she came across left her wanting more and more of it, never could she satisfy her deep craving for the delicacy only very few in the world could understand.

Being approached by a man, she turned to him, wondering what he wanted until he said something to her, if she would like to join some sort of club and alliance. By that time, Arisu had learned that each person seem to have a taste of their own, similar but different. With the chance being offered to her, maybe she could find more people, a taste she might like more than anything else, to the point of sacrificing her life for it.

Nodding at this, she stood up from where she had been sitting, a few body parts here and there, leaving the area with the guy.

» [ H I S T O R Y ]

Raised by rather loving parents, one could wonder how she became such a strange child, there was never anything wrong with her physically, it was that her mental state seemed different than most kids her age. Quite the religious people they were, they would bring her to all kinds of churches just to get the priests there to ask for their 'guidance in healing their daughter', always coming back home without any kind of help other than to pray for her. It had kept going like this until they sent her to a Catholic school for girls, where they thought maybe if she spent more time being 'guided' and 'healed' by herself, it might help.

And so she went on with her life quietly, there wasn't much problems for her really, breezing by everything without much care. Most of the students were scared to talk to her, due to the way she would look at them and how her words never made any sense to them whenever they did try talking to her, in the end nobody would ever come close to her, leading her to be a social outcast, not that she cared really.

There had came a time when another female student, tired of seeing Arisu and rather bothered by her personality to put less care in everything she did, decided to bully her. Dragging her down to an empty hallway during lunch, she pushed her onto the wall, only to see she hadn't even reacted to that, giving her the usual stare she'd give towards everyone else. Even more annoyed, the student raised a fist to punch at her until Arisu began to mutter how hungry she was, her gaze at the female student turning rather hungry, as if she was the predator and in front of her was her prey.

"What do you taste like?" Said Arisu, slowly raising her hands to push the student down and climbed on top of her, "Let's find out."
Hardly any remains were left afterwards.

The taste had grown addicting as time went by, she wanted to feel it again on her tongue, longing for it so much that she had stopped eating any of the meals the school would offer its students, be it breakfast, lunch or dinner, even in any of the brunches or tea times they had.

Night had came quite quickly and she was beginning to grow increasingly restless and desperate, her hands on her belly while her steps wavered around, showing just how weak she felt from hunger.

Somehow she found herself at the school's church, moaning how hungry she was to herself and sat down on one of the long benches, holding her stomach to keep it from growling to no avail. She didn't seem surprised when a nun had came up to her and asked what was wrong. It seemed like due to hunger, her mind went out of the window, jumping off the bench to take the nun down to the ground.

Let's just say, what was left of the nun were only clothes and nothing else.

News had traveled quickly, on how a student had been murdered in a hallway and a nun at the church with only their clothes left just by the benches around the middle section. Most of the girls had been pulled out from the school by their parents, one of them including Arisu, who merely casted a glance at the fading view of the school as she went back home.

» [ L I K E S ]

The taste of human flesh
Cemeteries
Night
Sitting on tree branchs
Corners of a room

» [ D I S L I K E S ]

Clocks
The tick-tock sounds a clock makes
Being hungry
Sour candies
The smell of paint

» [ A D D I T I O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N]
Cannibal
She tends to stab herself around either her arms or legs repeatedly, it's more of a tic actually
Which means she's always covered in bandages and clothes covering her body
Tends to carry packets of salt
Never really blinks much
She may not really be human at all....
Her favourite place to sit is a grave of a child whom had been murdered
It is hinted that she may actually be talking to someone invisible whenever she speaks
Prefers the taste of women over men //coughs

Description

Edit: Reuploading this from a different account * v *

Full view: (in different vers) REVAMP

--

» [ N A M E]

Kawamura Arisu

» [ N I C K N A M E / C O D E N A M E ]

Black Rabbit

» [ R A N K ]

Fighter

» [ P A T H ]

Evil

» [ G E N D E R ]

Female

» [ A G E ]

16

» [ H E I G H T ]

5'4

» [ S P E C I E S ]

Human (?)

» [ P E R SO N A L I T Y ]

[ Aloof | Cruel | Insane | Detached | Fearless | Selfish | Impulsive | Calm | Blunt ]

Rather aloof and cold, she does not possess any sort of emotions in her at all besides maybe hunger, even then she never acts on it and wallows around aimlessly without a clue until she just begins killing and eating whatever it is she killed, whether it'd be an animal or a human.

While quiet-looking, she does in fact speak when directly spoken to but whatever she says only comes out as nonsense, either about said subject or something that barely connects to it. Her mind merely works in a straightforward way and is blunt about everything, her way of thinking is as if it was that of a child's, only thinking about themselves and their needs, nothing else.

Her detachment to anything and everything leaves her quite the person to be feared by, killing just about everything she sees that seems to be standing in her way, especially when she's hungry. Everything is just the same to her, nothing is important besides herself so she takes every chance to kill without hesitation or mercy, if possible will even torture her victims when she 'thinks it's necessary', meaning most of the time. This also makes her fear almost nothing at all, not even when people threaten her does she show any kind of emotion towards it, only staring at them back as if they were a really delicious meal....

» [ A B I L I T I E S / P O W E R S ]

Has the ability to cause explosions which, when seen with the eye, is in the form of a burst of red rose petals, blowing up anything should she desire to a certain extent. These rose petals are actually blood, specifically her blood and should she be underfed, the explosions cause less damage so she would always go out for a 'meal' to strengthen herself. The amount of blood she uses also determines the strength of her explosions, so it is wise not to use so much blood just for one huge explosion as it may cause her to faint or even worst, die from blood loss. She would need to touch something to cause it to explode, the thing or person being touched will be getting the damage she gives them.

» [ W E A P O N (S) / F I G H T I N G S T Y L E ]

She tends to do things in a straightforward matter, rather going for a straight kill than to beat around the bushes. Her bare hands and teeth are enough to do the job for her, though at times she will use a weapon available if necessary.

» [ B I O G R A P H Y ]

Licking her lips, she admitted that the taste was rather addicting, each human she came across left her wanting more and more of it, never could she satisfy her deep craving for the delicacy only very few in the world could understand.

Being approached by a man, she turned to him, wondering what he wanted until he said something to her, if she would like to join some sort of club and alliance. By that time, Arisu had learned that each person seem to have a taste of their own, similar but different. With the chance being offered to her, maybe she could find more people, a taste she might like more than anything else, to the point of sacrificing her life for it.

Nodding at this, she stood up from where she had been sitting, a few body parts here and there, leaving the area with the guy.

» [ H I S T O R Y ]

Raised by rather loving parents, one could wonder how she became such a strange child, there was never anything wrong with her physically, it was that her mental state seemed different than most kids her age. Quite the religious people they were, they would bring her to all kinds of churches just to get the priests there to ask for their 'guidance in healing their daughter', always coming back home without any kind of help other than to pray for her. It had kept going like this until they sent her to a Catholic school for girls, where they thought maybe if she spent more time being 'guided' and 'healed' by herself, it might help.

And so she went on with her life quietly, there wasn't much problems for her really, breezing by everything without much care. Most of the students were scared to talk to her, due to the way she would look at them and how her words never made any sense to them whenever they did try talking to her, in the end nobody would ever come close to her, leading her to be a social outcast, not that she cared really.

There had came a time when another female student, tired of seeing Arisu and rather bothered by her personality to put less care in everything she did, decided to bully her. Dragging her down to an empty hallway during lunch, she pushed her onto the wall, only to see she hadn't even reacted to that, giving her the usual stare she'd give towards everyone else. Even more annoyed, the student raised a fist to punch at her until Arisu began to mutter how hungry she was, her gaze at the female student turning rather hungry, as if she was the predator and in front of her was her prey.

"What do you taste like?" Said Arisu, slowly raising her hands to push the student down and climbed on top of her, "Let's find out."
Hardly any remains were left afterwards.

The taste had grown addicting as time went by, she wanted to feel it again on her tongue, longing for it so much that she had stopped eating any of the meals the school would offer its students, be it breakfast, lunch or dinner, even in any of the brunches or tea times they had.

Night had came quite quickly and she was beginning to grow increasingly restless and desperate, her hands on her belly while her steps wavered around, showing just how weak she felt from hunger.

Somehow she found herself at the school's church, moaning how hungry she was to herself and sat down on one of the long benches, holding her stomach to keep it from growling to no avail. She didn't seem surprised when a nun had came up to her and asked what was wrong. It seemed like due to hunger, her mind went out of the window, jumping off the bench to take the nun down to the ground.

Let's just say, what was left of the nun were only clothes and nothing else.

News had traveled quickly, on how a student had been murdered in a hallway and a nun at the church with only their clothes left just by the benches around the middle section. Most of the girls had been pulled out from the school by their parents, one of them including Arisu, who merely casted a glance at the fading view of the school as she went back home.

» [ L I K E S ]

The taste of human flesh
Cemeteries
Night
Sitting on tree branchs
Corners of a room

» [ D I S L I K E S ]

Clocks
The tick-tock sounds a clock makes
Being hungry
Sour candies
The smell of paint

» [ A D D I T I O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N]
Cannibal
She tends to stab herself around either her arms or legs repeatedly, it's more of a tic actually
Which means she's always covered in bandages and clothes covering her body
Tends to carry packets of salt
Never really blinks much
She may not really be human at all....
Her favourite place to sit is a grave of a child whom had been murdered
It is hinted that she may actually be talking to someone invisible whenever she speaks
Prefers the taste of women over men //coughs