Tenshi, Tenko & Kirishi [complete]

[Tenko & Kirishi]

Human

"Who are you...?"

Name: Kirishi Tenshi
Etmyology: “Kiri” is written as “Cut” or “Fog”.
Name: Tenko Tenshi
Etmyology: "Tenko" is written as "Weather"
Physical Age: 12
Actual Age: 15
Gender: Female
Height: 4' 4”
Weight: Between 1 and 120 pounds
Hair Color: Silver/White
Eye Color: Azure Blue with a Gold Ring around their pupils.

"I define who I am!"

Appearance:  The twins appear as 12 year old girls, despite their actual age. The aging processes began to slow down when they hit 11 and their hengeyokai blood awakened―also leaving their eyes with permanent golden rings that expand only when using too much of their powers. Their long silver hair are worn in numerous ways depending on their day-to-day preference. Usually Kirishi will just let it fall where it may whereas Tenko is more rigorous with her daily maintenance―even going one week with seeing a specialist every other day to keep up her appearances. Tenko most commonly wears a kimono while within the confines of the Tenshi household. Kirishi is considerably less formal and has one more than one occasion been found wearing nothing more than her undergarments and sheets while waltzing in the forest behind the estate communing with the spirits of nature. Kirishi has a bad habit of forgetting shoes, using her powers to keep her feet safe and clean while running through rocky and even muddy terrain. The twins are experts at mimicking one another and can match one another's mannerisms, voices, appearances and even scents to a tee.

"... And my actions define me!"

Kirishi's Personality Traits:

Carefree & Innocent: Kirishi is great at either acting or being carefree and innocent; to such an extent that she's not even sure if she's acting or not.

Get What I Want/Fille Fatale: Kirishi is very experienced at leading someone on to get the information she wants from someone.

The Fool: Kirishi loves playing pranks and tricks on people and has a history of it.

Tunnel-Vision: Kirishi is devoted to her work and, despite how much fun she has doing it, will take great risks to complete her mission(s).

Charisma: Unlike her sister the kuudere, its very easy to get along with Kirishi. She tends to attract a lot of positive attention and adores having friends. This is especially true of the kami and yokai, both major and minor spirits, that she communes with every day.

Perfect Memory: Kirishi has a nearly perfect memory and can memorize upwards of 1,000 words of text without fail.

Honor Is No Fun: Unlike her sister, Kirishi has abandoned any sense of her her courtliness. She is more likely to splosh in a mud puddle outside the imperial palace moments before her coronation than she is to sit quietly at a dinner table and listen to small-talk.

Slacker: Kirishi hates being told to do any work. She'd rather waste her time talking to the spirits than tell the Miko to clean the shrine or help her sister prepare for a meeting. She skipped most of her classes, having her sister go in her place.

Alienated: Having grown up in a household that worshiped and lived alongside (and with) spirits, she has no idea that people outside of the Tenshi are spiritually unaware and don't understand the kind of world she lives in. There's some common sense things she lacks with regards to the human world.

Easily Distracted: She is easily distracted even whe—ooh something shiny!

Tenko's Personality Traits:

Ojou-Sama: Staying at home as the next potential head of her family, Tenko has learned the ways of a couresean, diplomat and leader first-hand from her parents.

For Her Age: As a result, she acts much older than her age—which can come off startling to anyone who doens't know about her stunted physical development.

Strong Willed: Acting much like the older sister of the pair, Tenko has a strong will and focus and will stay on top of the family business as best as she can.

Filial Obligation: She feels obligated to protect her sister as best as she can, almost feeling a bit guilty that she was chosen the next heir despite her sister being able to better get along with the kami around them and be in tune with their yokai blood. This has resulted in some awkward scenarios outside of the house, including her pretending to be her sister while Kirishi runs off to play in the woods while her grades suffered for being 'absent'.

Egotist: As the next clan heir, Tenko tends to see most other people around her as less important...with the notable exception of her sister who she will only act in such a way when it benefits the both of them.

Punctual to a Fault: Tenko can't help but get mad at people for being late, even when its grossly inappropriate to do so. She will also likely dump extremely important things in order to be on time to a meeting.

Kuudere: While she keeps a very cold and calculating facade, Tenko has a very soft-spot she hates to expose and becomes quite flustered if it slips.

Alienated: Having grown up in a household that worshipped and lived alongside (and with) spirits, she has no idea that people outside of the Tenshi are spiritually unaware and don't understand the kind of world she lives in. There's some common sense things she lacks with regards to the human world.

Stick in the Mud/Only Sane Woman: While it usually results in her being a bit of a stick-in-the-mud, Tenko tends to take things far too seriously at times and has a hard time relaxing with anyone but her family.

"You caught me in a Mono-log!"

Additional information:
Kirishi loves video games. She's not very good at them, but likely better than most other people in her house given her experiences. Most of the games she knows are very old, however, and, as such, require a much higher level of skill than most modern games (She only owns a Famicon and doesn't get to go to any arcades very often).

While technically still enrolled in a school, the twins haven't been since their accident two years ago. They are home-schooled by their parents. Kirishi will still occasionally sneak onto the school...but only when she knows she can without anyone seeing her. Both are quite embarrassed and even a little traumatized about the event. She'll often times steal books from the school library for her sister—and set up some prank-like traps in the empty classrooms to help settle her kitsune-blood.

Kirishi loves Confetti, Dark Chocolate and hates Cheese. Tenko loves books, White Chocolate and hates sour food.

"You will be punished!"

Futaitachi: Named after the kamaitachi stitched between their souls, this power represents their ability to manipulate air. Inherited from their mother's power over wind and air and enhanced by the kamaitachi itself, the power itself lets the twins control the winds both in and out of their bodies. It lets them make their skin super sensitive along with the power of the futachi so even the tinniest and most subtle change in air vibrations around them becomes noticeable. Furthermore, the twins can manipulate their own weight by redistributing their own mass with the use of their blended Futaitachi and Futachi powers—letting them soar with even the most subtle of displacements of air or become grounded even in their own raging tornadoes.

Futachi: The twins are two half-souls residing in two bodies—each co-existing with one another. Their hearts and minds work almost as one—an unparalleled connection of empathy and idea working together in a sacred unison that allows for direct communication to the point of even sharing their senses. At the same time, the twin's are, in an almost sad way, more akin to dolls: souls residing in bodies that are only coincidental fits and no longer their originally intended vessels (their souls having been somewhat switched during the ritual that brought them back to life when they were born). Their reiatsu courses through every cell in their body, particularly in the air-carrying blood-cells that course through their veins in which lie a particularly high amount of iron that help stabilize themselves during their wind attacks so they don't blow away during their localized hurricanes. This power is also the explanation for their ability to have the same reiatsu signature.

"Are you the one from my past?"

Background:

During their birth, the twin's experienced trauma at the hands of the Kolat—a group of unsavory anti-spiritualists who forcefully recruited several hengeyokai spirits to attack Izumi and Ren Tenshi when they believed they would be more vulnerable. While they were able to fend off the attack, the unpurified souls of the children were damaged almost beyond repair. While possessed fully by the spirit of Amaterasu and with the aid of both Ren and a passing friendly spirit, the twin's souls were saved—by combining them with the spirit of a relunctant former-enemy kamaitachi almost destroyed in the battle. The kamaitachi became the vessel with which the energies of the twin's soul could be shared—the bridge that connected the two spirits to one another in such a way as to allow the two half-souls to exist in two seperate bodies.

The twins were spoiled in their youth as they learned about their culture and heritage. They showed promise in their early years as spiritualists—Tenko has a formal ritualist and priestess and her sister as a conduit for the kami she spent most of her time with in the woods around the Tenshi compound. Izumi loved the pair that were almost lost that fateful day they were born and gave them whatever they desired. Tenko took to the lavish lifestyle like a fish to water. But Tenko preferred to relish in the wild-lifestyle that coincided with her kitsune blood and tended towards Ren's lifestyle of playing tricks and communing with the kami of nature so prevelant in the old capital.

It wasn't until the pair learned of the outside world from their older sisters after their first couple years of school that the twins demanded they too be allowed to attend. Kirishi became an instant social butterfly whereas Tenko rediscovered her love of books and knowledge. The twins wound in a peculiar set of circumstances: specifically Kirishi would so frequently skip classes that the only way she could pass would be if Tenko took her place—causing her grade to lower in the process. But the older sister was happy to attend both classes if it met she could learn more and be better evaluated—even if disguised as her sister. And her sister was just as happy hanging out with older delinquients at local arcades or just preparing herself for maximum social exposure during breaks.

That was, until the second traumatic moment of their life: when their powers awoke at the age of 11. While in class acting as her sister, Tenko's powers suddenly awoke as her sister came into contact with a fairly violent (albeit weak) spirit in the park between the school and the train-stop. Tenko found herself unable to imitate her sister's powers—powers she herself had very little control over given her sister's quite precise use of her power as a result of her lifestyle. The famous 'localized hurricane' put the elementary school on the map as the young girl found herself putting several of her classmates and even her teacher in the hospital. To this day, the twins regret trying to act so human—and always look back at their experiences at school as a mistake they blame themselves for everday they dwell on it.

But their lives are fairly happy now—they love their sisters and parents and everyone at the shrine they have an opportunity to come in contact with. Tenko loves learning new things whether it be from her mothers or her books and Kirishi enjoys nothing better than an afternoon spent in commune with one of the kami residing in one of the ancient trees of the great forest adjacent to the house—talking for hours until her sister calls her back for dinner.


Desired Position: Naishoten (2nd Rank; 1st Seat) of the Tenshi Family

RP Sample:

The chirping of broken ceramic and the booming of disheveled wood, dirt and ash filled the otherwise normally quiet mountain shrine. A cloud of dust rose from the top of the mountain as though the summit itself was desperately reaching for the clouds. As the dust settled, the shrine became visible--a burnt temple fit for neither god nor man: an ash-coated Tori rose above a collapsed tile ceiling that now lie broken and disheveled on the stone ground. The only signs of life were some strands of police tape caught on a tree branch desperately trying to escape the mysterious explosion. Yet despite the ash and dust that left a thick layer on everything in the shrine, the tell-tale signs of blood remained splattered on the surface of the burnt wood tori and scorched stone floors. A quick and swirling breeze caught whatever ash remained from the deafening boom--leaving only a pair of young girls in its wake: young sisters who once called this shrine their temple. Their birth place. Their home.

"How are you holding up, onee-sama?" Tenko called out to her sister. The pair's clothes and hair remained undamaged by the soot and dirt--a bubble of swirling winds protecting them from the debris. But the elements were the least of the pair's concerns--the last time they were at this temple Kirishi almost lost herself in the pain of that day when their powers first awakened. The day the twins lost their temple--and their clan. But, despite Kirishi's unspoken protests, she knew her sister couldn't go on without investigating the scene of that horrific day. She knew Tenko had some idea hidden so deep in the recesses of her mind that even the sister with which she shared a conscious mind dare not fathom what it could be. A secret theory so deeply ingrained and buried in her consciousness that it was beyond even the reach of her vows that these almost sinful thoughts explicitly prohibited.

"I-I'm f-fine," Kirishi stuttered, her normal happy-go-lucky demeanor struct dead by the atmosphere of that awful place. The temple's downed roof had been pierced by her sister's powers: a sphere of condensed air-pressure blasting a hole in its ashen blue frame. The twins stood in the crater of the thing--protected by the blast of tile and wood by their forbidden arts--the winds that flayed their family to pieces that fateful night. The winds that devastated their clans and now so ironically protects the only two remaining members of the Sugata.

"I think I see the entrance," Tenko said softly, her mind separated from her sister's thoughts incase she had to pull her sister out of a traumatic frenzy. Brushing the dust with her wind out from the center of the shrine, where the honden once rest, a room forbidden to all but the highest priests and the kami of the shrine itself, the sister came upon a thick metal latch protected by the remains of the temple and undisturbed by the ravages of time. Building up a sphere of pressure below the hatch, Tenko managed to single-handedly pull open the wooden-floor of the temple with an ominous creak that broke the silence of that woodland mountain. The mountain was completely still that day--neither the wind nor birds made a single sound. It was as if the entire region was waiting with the same baited breath as Kirishi as her sister dropped the secret hatch with an echoing thud and, taking a flashlight out of her black and yellow track-suit, began the descent into the subterranean depths of their ancestral home.

Kirishi kept close to her sister, clinging to her back as the pair watched the stone-stairs descend deeper and deeper into the unlit chasm. The architecture was entirely unheard-of for a shrine of this age--but the lair beneath the Gifu temple was not built by mortal hands. Nor was it intended to be visited by mortal beings. It was a sanctuary of the ancestors of the twins--a place in which the ghosts of the fallen Sugata were to return after their demise. A sacred place in which no mortal was to ever enter, as per the ninth of the last ten of the three-hundred and sixty-one vows of the Sugata. A shiver ran up Kirishi's spine as she remembered the last and most sacred oath of the clan: that one must always return to the shrine and enter these catacomb-like pits upon dying. That one's spirit must first meet Sugata himself, the founder of the clan, and recount the tales of the spirits of the earth so that his soul might continue to rest in peace. The idea that the twins now occupied the space they were to only go when they died was as unnerving to the young Kirishi as the idea that they had actually died. But Kirishi refused to allow her sister to travel here alone. Being the current head of the clan, she demanded she be brought along. And, to Tenko, her sister's words were absolute.

Tenko, on the other hand, was too suspicious to be afraid. Too curious to fear the reaper. And too tired of living in constant fear of the fending off the next hollow or evil spirit that might attack the pair. The clan home was destroyed--why the sister's had to live by the vows of the dead family was something that just didn't make sense to the bodyguard of the Sugata. Why they were still bound by the same traditions that almost cost her sister her life--traditions that lead to her sister's violent and grisly fate at the hands of her own father who hated nothing greater than the life-draining oaths of the clan--was beyond logic and reason. And why the clan demanded tolerance…no, worship of the hollows that ensured Tenko hadn't slept peacefully for the past six-years was something she had begun to question. Something she had come to question since moving to Karakura. From the fanatic hollow-hunters like Mamoru who was nice enough to give the twins a home to the vengeful and sad like John Valentine who had every right to hate the Gaki. Even Nanashi, the shinigami who held the same reverent-like pity for the hollows as the twins did, recognized that they were beasts--not gods. Yet why had the three-hundred year old clan followed this tradition for so long? What was it about the hollows that were worthy of worship? As the twins stepped deeper and deeper into the recesses of the shrine, neither noticing their own shaky steps nor quickening heart-beat in the place where even spiders refused to live, these questions began to manifest more clearly and rapidly in Tenko's mind. Her rare disconnection with her sister only helping strengthen her resolve that something was wrong. Something was foul.

"So," a voice boomed as the twin's took their last step on the long stair-well. It's deep and ancient tone resonating with the twin's hearts. Kirishi squeaked and fell off her sister's back, covering her head and fear at the noise while muttering to herself unintelligible chants as though fearing her power could go out of control any second. Tenko's spine stiffened as she shined the light in every corner of the enormous empty empty stone room-like chasm that lie at the bottom of their old home. "After eighteen generations, my once proud blood is down to but a trickle."

"S-Sugata..!"

Tenko's eyes opened wide as she began to second-guess her decision to enter the tomb. The disembodied voice resounded with such a power--a pressure on the twin's bodies unlike anything they had experienced in the past. There was a familiarity in the voice--and at the same time a sense of anger. Of anger and of hunger. That's when Tenko dropped the flashlight and withdrew her fan from one pocket and a series of glow-sticks from another. Tossing and using a blast of pressure to snap the sticks, she was able to flood the chasm with an eerie blue glow that let her finally confirm the vacancy of the tomb. Extending her air and reiatsu perception to their limits, she could detect nothing. And yet, there was still a presence that she could not explain. A voice--as though it were from the chasm itself--that represented to her all the pain and fear she had lived through to this day. The nights in the rain and snow with her sister delivering letters to beings that desired nothing more than to devour the twins whole as they went for days on end without so much as a grain of rice in their bellies. The pain of her sister living with the suppressed guilt of having slain her family in cold blood. Even the pain of her father having lost the one person he loved above all thanks to the unreasonable vows of the clan. Thanks to this voice.

"How appropriate," the voice cried out once more as a sliver of dark reiatsu manifest itself on the cave wall before the pair of shocked twins. "That this feast would end with such sweet morsels."

The sliver expanded and opened--like a gaping mouth against the cave leading to another world unknown entirely to the twins. The twins saw the portal as nothing less than a gaping mouth--in which stood a towering figure: a man with long white hair upon which rest fragments of a porcelain-like mask. His pale skin blended with his long white robes upon which rest a necklace of seventeen large metal rings. The decorative hoops were undeniably tsuba--guards from the hilts of katana. Kirishi scowled as she recognized the markings--they were the ancestral swords of her predecessors--blades given to the heads of the Sugata clan when they wed. To the arrancar that stood before them they were but trophies. And to Tenko they were the final piece in a puzzle kept unsolved for three-hundred and sixty years: a plot of deception and pain perpetrated by a mad-man who wanted nothing else than the devour his own kin.

The flash of insight trickled past Tenko's mind and into her sister--their bond growing stronger as the panic and pain set-in. Falling to her hands and knees, tears formed on the ends of her eyes as the evidence and theories kept hidden by her sister for so long flooded into her mind. Her vows--the oaths she had kept for her entire life--were but a fabrication of a being that wished for nothing but power. Looking up at the villain as he stepped out of his portal, his alarmingly handsome features contesting and almost accentuating his ultimately horrific persona, Kirishi had but one word cross over her mind.

Livestock

Sugata smiled as though he could read her thoughts as Tenko's pupils shrunk in shock. Kirishi had realized the truth: the twins were nothing more than livestock to the hollow before them. They were bred from a 'proud' tradition of spiritualists chosen and even at times culled for their potency and strength. And as they sensed more and more of his presence the twin's managed to deduce even the secret behind their own birth--the man before them was the so-called "kamaitachi" that had ripped their souls from out of their bodies long enough to cause the spiritual awakening that would manifest itself as the power that caused the sister's so much pain. The source of their clan's demise. The source of their mother's death.

"Kirishi-sama!" Tenko yelled with a sudden burst of energy as she stood vehemently before her sister. The arrancar's smile grew as he witnessed what he considered nothing more than another futile display. Out-stretching his arm, he unleashed a pulse of reiatsu. Kirishi had but a fraction of a second to respond with a violent burst of wind. Her cheek cut open as Kirishi looked to the wall beside the pair--a dismantled blade of a katana sticking out of the rock, still shaking as though it were tossed with such a force that it was able to pierce the earth itself. The blade was barely redirected by the twin's defenses--having been shot from the arrancar's sleeve like the bolt of a ballista. It had traveled so fast that the only hint as to its path was the fine displacement of air the twin's managed to detect leading from the arrancar's palm to the wall. But Tenko wouldn't be thrown off-guard that easily.

With a swell of reiatsu, she gave control of her pressurized sphere to her sister hoping it would protect her as she leapt off the bursting-orb of air towards the arranger. A thin layer of air acted like an invisible force-field around the sister with which she propelled herself with such magnificent speed towards her foe. The arrancar only continued his proud smirk as another blade shot from his palm--this time resting on the end of his hand as it arc'ed upward to catch the charging sister and cleave her in half…but Tenko was ready. Her body moved along with the blade, her weightless form and the thin pocket of air around her body moving along with the blade and keeping her a mere millimeter from its surface at all times. The arrancar had fell for her trap--Tenko had been pushed and now floated behind her enemy, facing his defenseless backside.

Gotcha

A swirling mass of wind erupted in the palms of her hand--razor-sharp reishii enchanted hurricane level winds charged with a core intended to penetrate the circulatory system of whoever was unfortunate enough to receive the attack. Charging forward after merely tapping the ground with her air-cushioned foot, Tenko desperately thrust her palm towards the arrancar's back in what she hoped would be her first and final attack. Sugata merely smirked. A forest of blades erupted from his backside into the defenseless girl. Three blades shot through her right thigh--two in her left and three more either arm. A final two blades impaled her stomach; blood erupted from the young girl's mouth as that last desperate hope, the ball of wind in her hands, slowly dissipated to nothing more than a gentle breeze.

With an echoing and booming laugh, the arranger stretched his back, causing Tenko's body to convulse as she hand impaled on his blades. Tenko could feel the cold-steel slipped through her muscles and past her bones. She coughed up another torrent of blood as her sister watched speechless in paralyzing fear. With one more pulse of his dark energy, both sister and swords flew to the other side of the cave, dangerously close to the dark portal. Writing in pain she could barely look beyond her half-darkened stare as the arrancar slowly approached her sister--who sat shriveled in a ball in the corner of the room. Is this how it was going to end? One sister caught pinned to a wall while the other lie huddled in a corner of her own fear and urine? Being devoured by a hollow who saw them as nothing more than the final course of a three-hundred year meal?

"Kirishi-sama!"

Tenko cried out in pain as she desperately slipped forward on the jagged blades. Her muscle ripped and her sinew stretched as another gush of blood erupted from her mouth. She cried out in pain as she shouted hopelessly at the arrancar. At her sister. At someone. Anyone.

Then she slipped away.

Her body slipped away from the wall of blades as though they weren't there. The reiatsu in the air in her blood pulsed through her form as the physical nature of her body slipped away--giving form to something else. Her wounds didn't heal--they simply became as intangible as the rest of her body as she slipped into this new ghost-like form. Her features faded away as she found herself turning to mist. Without hesitating for even a moment--without even questioning this strange new evolution of her power, Tenko rushed forward. She slipped past and through the arrancar--his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden change in the situation. Tenko reached desperately for her sister--and grabbed hold. And her body, unable to feel either the blades or body of her enemy, felt the warm winds that shifted around Kirishi's small frame. And as Tenko's misty hand reached past the winds, expecting the young flesh of her sister's palm, it found nothing but air--a soothing reiatsu filled air as her sister too melted into mist--her clothes falling to the ground as she was lifted by the new astral form of her guardian. The almost figureless mesh of mist and winds flew out of the caverns in a flash, slipping past katana lobbed uselessly at the retreating spiritualists. The forms sped past the derelict shrine and through the mesh of trees--past the woods and halfway down the hill before coming to a rest in a borough near the same clearing where the twins first met Hakuren--the first spirit to accept them as servants.

Sugata didn't scream. His twitching palm gripped itself in a fist of anger as he looked back at the impaled track-suit that was at one point his meal. Stepping towards the tracksuit and his garanta he smirked once more. He would not give chase. He would not lose his composure. It was not his place--it was not part of his plans. For now he would simply step back to his home in Heuco Mundo--his place at the palace of Los Noches. To the place of power he traded his family's future for so many generations ago. His rightful place.

Meanwhile the twins lie huddled together in the borough, their reiatsu almost entirely depleted. Kirishi was able to tend to her sister's wounds with her remaining power--having spent considerably less power in the short fight in the cavern. She was able to stop most of the bleeding and even use her kamaichi to fix many internal wounds--but she couldn't be sure that her unconscious sister would make it through the night. Not that it mattered to her at this point--given they had even failed to be proper livestock for the arrancar to whom they owed their powers. To whom they had devoted their lives. And while Kirishi felt she couldn't leave her sister to die, she felt a certain emptiness towards Tenko that had never existed before--as though a chasm as deep as the sea had opened between them the moment her sister denied Kirishi her fate. The moment she had abandoned the way of the Sugata.

Standing up in a haze, Kirishi stumbled to her feet and began her slow march back to civilization. Her life as a Sugata was over and, as far as she concerned, her sister was dead.

[Tenko & Kirishi]

Dunno if I need this or not but: this is complete.

[Izumi Tenshi]

Approved for Naishoten of the Tenshi Family!

EP Award will come as soon as I find out whether or not you are transferring your total over from the old site.

[Kiriko Tenshi]

Approved for Naishoten of the Tenshi Family!

EP Award will come as soon as I find out whether or not you are transferring your total over from the old site.

If its up to me then I guess I might as well do it. I did write it all after all and given its no longer summer I doubt I'll have that much time to spam write that much again for quite a while.

Kirikos Stats:

I extrapolated from this once with Hika...if I can't find the logs I'll have to wait for him to get back to confirm how its done.

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