Shisou

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Let’s get the basics down first.

Name: Shisou
Nicknames: Lady of the Black Flame
Age: 127
Gender: Female
Race: Other- Shisou is a Cursed One, a shapeshifting being fated to wander the world for all eternity. If she dies, she is revived through a painful, year-long resurrection process.
Homeworld: Her home is lost to darkness, and she has taken on no new residence.
Alliance: Darkness

You’re just a puppet aren’t you?

Played By: angel
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Contact: PM
Audition Link:
Other: Theme of normal form- Love Love Shine

Battle Theme of normal form- Rox 300

Theme of actual form- Albedo's Theme

Battle theme of actual form- Giratina Battle

So tell me a little bit about yourself.

Physical Aspects: Shisou's Normal Form resembles a schoolgirl of about 14, with long white hair, yellowish eyes, and a small, thin build. Her Actual Form appears to be a woman with shorter hair and an elegant black kimono. She can take on other forms if she wishes due to her shapechanging nature, but taking on any form besides these two is a slow and convoluted process that she rarely bothers with.


Persona:

• Façade: In her normal form, she is peppy and excitable to an annoying degree, as well as overly talkative. Occasionally, she will fall into melodramatic bursts of depression or ineffectual rages. All of her actions show glimpses of a great confidence and bravery, although this bravery is so great it is often just seen as stupidity.
  
  When she sheds this and takes on her actual form, she becomes quiet and incredibly contemptuous of everyone around her. She often has a faint smile as if something amusing is on her mind, although she laughs seldom. In this form, she needs absolutely no reason to kill and will usually fight any stranger who walks by.
  
  
• Inner Mind: Although both forms seem to almost be different people, they are controlled by the same mind. Shisou's mind is highly unstable due to her unwanted immortality, and she uses the normal form as a method to relieve herself of her boredom. She has absolutely no connection to anyone or anything, and is so far detached from her former humanity that she sees humans as nothing more than bugs to be squashed. However, when she switches to her normal form she can make friendships- it is only when she drops it that she discards anything she may have gained.
  

Empty your pockets and show me what you got

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Stand up and fight.

Weapon(s):
In her "normal" form, she uses Jibun Wo Shinjiru, a flashy but very ineffectual staff. Supposedly it can cast spells if an incredibly elaborate incantation is successfully completed, but it's a lot easier to just hit things with it.

In her actual form, she uses Freedom and Enslavement, two matching war fans. Their edges are rumored to be so sharp that they can cut through the strongest metal.

ABILITIES SECTION:

Dance of the Black Flame (Actual Form only)
Shisou raises her fans and begins to dance with them, moving faster and faster. As she dances, the fans begin to glow with a dark energy, an energy that takes the form of black flames. These flames cover the fans and Shisou's hands, and remain for 2 turns, increasing her attack strength.

Range: N/A
Speed: N/A
Cooldown: 4 posts
Uses: 3
Strength: Moderate

Cosmic Wing Super-Love Power (Normal Form only)
Shisou shouts the title of the ability at an enemy and raises Jibun Wo Shinjiru to the sky. A tiny, multicolored sphere floats out of the staff's jewel and goes flying at one opponent. When it hits its target or reaches its range limit, it explodes, blinding anyone within a few feet. If it hits, it's not very powerful.

Range: It can not go farther than 5 and a half yards.
Speed: It moves at 20 mph.
Cooldown: 5 posts
Uses: 2
Strength: Weak

Blades of the Black Flame (Actual Form only)
Shisou begins moving her fans in an elaborate ritual, conjuring trails of black fire from the air. Said trails begin to writhe around her until 20 are made, then they seem to solidify into flaming needles which float in the air shoot out at up to two targets.

Range: The needles dissipate at 30 feet.
Speed: 30 mph
Cooldown: 4 posts
Uses: 4
Strength: Moderate

Everybody’s got a weakness or two; what are yours?

Elemental Weakness: Ice, Light
Other Weaknesses: Her normal form is easily distracted from battle.

What’s your story?

I am quite old. Many of my memories have faded with time, leaving nothing more than the faintest imprint on my mind- however, there are two that will stay with me as long as I walk this earth.

When I was a child, I used to spend my days walking around the city's shrine. On the 4th year of Kin, a great famine struck our people, and in the shrine one day I had a vision that there was a great shadow roaming among us, devouring the shadows of everyone around me. When I told my father, he said that I had seen Shisou- the shadow of death.

That is my first memory. My second is of my rebirth.

In my first life, I was a daughter of royalty. My world had long been ruled by the illustrious Kai family, and as a direct descendant of our family's founders I commanded much respect even as a child. I was trained in skills admired by high society such as music and dance, although such subjects as history and science were kept from me. An expert in the religious aspects of my culture, I was as pious as any and was known for the visions the gods sent me.

Yes, I was one of the crown jewels of my family line. All it meant was that I was one of the greatest targets when the revolution came.

Why did the people revolt? I do not know. Such matters were kept from me, a mere girl. All I know is that the rebels came to my family's palace one night and captured us all, throwing us in the cells used for common prisoners.

My father and mother were killed the next day, and I was dragged out into the middle of the city. Crowds screamed at me from all sides as the high priest approached me. His usually smiling face was a mask of hatred as he glared down at me, and I learned of my punishment.

I was but 14 at the time, and weak. I was to be made an example of. They were going to make a Cursed One out of me.

I knew what those were, even then. I had seen one. They were mad, pitiful creatures, cast out of favor from the gods and forbidden to ever enter paradise. They sat near the outside walls of the city, always scratching to get in, until they died of starvation and were resurrected over the course of a year. During that time, they never stopped screaming.

I resisted, but what match was I for an angry crowd? The symbols of the gods had been drawn around me, and the high priest ordered a slash to be carved into each one with a sword. He began his incantation- I do not remember the words.

Pain ripped through me, going through my flesh until it tore away at my heart. I felt as if every nerve in my body was on fire, and a great din filled my ears until I was sure my head would explode.

Then, just as soon as it seemed like it would never end, it was over. I was a Cursed One.

I could feel something in my heart. It was a fire, but not a painful one like that which I had imagined covering me during my transformation. Instead, it warmed me and gave me comfort even as I was paraded out to the top of the city walls.

They were going to throw me off, you see. Throw me off and force me to experience my first resurrection. I fell, but I did not die. It was very close and I was badly injured, but I did not die.

I remember little after that. The flame consumed me and gave me the strength that I so desperately needed. Why was I given this power while the other Cursed Ones were not? I do not know. Perhaps it was one last gift from the gods who I had been forced away from.

I killed any traveler going in or out of the royal city. When men came out to force me into a resurrection, I killed them and used their weapons.

After years, I gained enough power to wash the streets in blood. I walked once more into the city shrine after that, and the symbols filled me with great unease. I wanted nothing more than to leave. It was all so alien to me, but I stayed. I knew that I would have one last vision here, and I did.

My shadow grew to enormous size, stretching across most of the shrine. When I reached to touch it, it grew into a tangible mass and enveloped my hand, covering my entire body until it was absorbed through my skin.

I had become Shisou, the shadow of death.

It all comes down to this: make your choice.

You are presented with three weapons: a sword, a staff, and a shield. The sword represents the power of the warrior; invincible courage comes with this weapon as well as horrible destruction. The staff represents the power of the mystic; inner strength comes with this weapon as well as wonder and ruin. The shield represents the power of the guardian; kindness to aid friends comes with this weapon as well as a shield that will repel all.

Which one will you choose?

Chosen Weapon: Shisou picks up the Staff.

Energy Blast
Pointing your hand or weapon at an enemy, a ball of energy of a color of your choice flies in a straight line, headed towards one foe. This ball is about the size of a softball.

Range: 40 feet
Speed: 10 mph
Cooldown: 5 posts
Uses: 2 uses
Strength: Weak

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[Fate]

First off, loved reading the history. Excellent job on that right there. I could picture everything very well and I loved how you started and ended with the shadow of death. I think everything is in order here, so...

Accepted, Locked, and Moved!

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