Post by guess on Jul 22, 2009 14:37:27 GMT -5
Name: Tsuya Taro
Nicknames: Taro, Lady T.
Age: 429 years || appears: 23 years.
Species: Vampire.
Wings: No.
Gender: Female.
Clan: 2nd Street.
Orientation: Heterosexual but not above pretending to be otherwise.
Eye Color: A bright brown that looks almost like melted, liquid gold.
Hair Color: Naturally black, but over the years has evolved with fashion. As of now it's a reddish brown with thick splashes of orange along her bangs and left side, while thin white highlights slither through the underlayer of her cut.
Skin Complexion: By race, she was destined for pale skin, but being undead has only enhanced it to a color akin to porcelain. Often she brightens it up with a little dash of gold.
Normal Clothing: Whatever she wants.
Personality:
Mystery, enigma, surreal, untouchable -- these are often the words that come unbidden to your mind when you lay your eyes on Taro, and for good reason. Not only is she a vampire, but her personality has shifted from one extreme to the next and settled into a lull that will drive both men and women crazy. She is coy; with a flutter of her smokey eyes she peeks at you from underneath the expanse of dark lashes. She is untouchable; one moment she is pressed up against you, her voice husky with notions of the love and the next she is dancing away like smoke, slipping through your grasping fingers without looking back. She is heartless; she will hold you tenderly while her fangs nuzzle their way to your neck, slicing through flesh and drinking your blood with a ruthlessness that will not keep you safe.
But that is just the beginning of the maze that creates her, becomes her, is her; without one aspect, who she is will crumble down to dust and she would be nothing but a hollow shell of what she is. She is energy; there is not a moment when she is not ready to move, when she will not glorify in the feeling of sweat sliding down her thighs, your thighs, her tongue rasping along your skin where she licks it clean. She is dirty; sexuality drips from the tips of her fingers to the shifting, swaying tides of her hips. There is a look about her that says filth even as her standards are far, far above you, untouchable, unreachable to mortal men who want to possess the demon that shifts beneath her skin.
She is vile; there are desires that contaminate her purity, make her want things that are simply abnormal: if you knew you'd lose your lust for her body underneath yours, above yours, around yours. She is a snake: manipulative, cunning, she slides closer to you in silence, waiting for you to embrace her before she wraps her coils around you, squeezing you dry, eating your life, your sex, your wants like a succubus starved. She is mischief; a flutter of her eyes, a quirk of her eyebrows and she challenges you, taunts you, goads you into actions you would never do on your own.
Yet there is more, so much more to her: a depth of emotion that any mortal would be ashamed to claim that they know, empathize. She is loneliness, a hole in her heart that grows with every passing century that yields no true purpose, no true depth of emotion from her twin, her brother, the love of her life though he never acknowledges it.
She is love; that fierce depth of protective and possessive knowledge that blinds her to the truth and drives her mad with jealousy. Easily provoked when her brother is the topic of conversation, she is like a wolf: fierce to protect, to dominate, to kill the lies that seek to bring them low, to create a rift between them. She is loyalty - to one and one only. She is indifference; you must learn to bring attention to yourself, and yet be careful, be so very careful or you will be burned, for she is a flame, a fire of the likes that you have never before held in your hand. Smoke that burns down your throat and clogs your senses, makes you hallucinate to see the creature of surreal curves, of an angel bending down to give you the kiss of death. She cares for no human, sees no purpose in their existence. Be cautious humanity, for this vixen will follow your games - oh, how much she loves those games - and she will give herself to you, and you alone until the night grows long and you grow cold.
Insatiable: she is feral hunger. What she wants, she will have. Selfish, spoiled, drunk on her own power, and her own elegance that makes her appear to be the angel when all there really is, is a demon beneath the flesh. Oh, how cruel, how mean that she glorifies in the hunt, in the game of pretend as she rubs her body up to you and then disappears. Does she laugh? Oh yes, she laughs - laughs more deeply and more freely than you can possibly imagine. She giggles, she chuckles, she purrs, sensuality is her purpose, freedom and power her greed. Take it from her and find yourself caged with a tiger. Oh sneaky cat, will you purr one moment and grow fangs the next? Yes, yes you are starting to understand the depth of contradictions that this woman, this vampire is made of. She is cunning in the way that all women are cunning: she knows when to demand and when to insinuate. She is strength, she is power and she knows it, and it feeds the ego, the sheer arrogance that makes her more appealing, more alluring. Do you finally understand her? Do you, do you? I hope so, for she has entered the game and she will leave on her own time.
Immortality has never looked so sweet.
Likes:
- ' ' BLOOD. {nothing sweeter than taking my prey between my legs and sucking them dry}
- ' ' GAMES. {who wants to play a game with Lady T?}
- ' ' KATASHI. {oh brother, if you would only look at me that way}
- ' ' REPUTATIONS. {if you haven't heard of me, we have a problem}
- ' ' POWER. {show me what you got}
- ' ' WIT. {think you're smart enough to get my respect?}
- ' ' CHALLENGES. {this is just the beginning of the fire}
- ' ' RIVALRIES. {come try me}
- ' ' ACROBATICS. {the brighter i shine, the darker the shadow is cast over you}
- ' ' INDIVIDUALISM. {i do what i want, when i want, how i want}
- ' ' BALLS + SASS. {oh sweet meat, you got me intrigued now}
Dislikes:
- ' ' BOREDOM. {i did what you wanted and now look what happens}
- ' ' WEAKNESS. {you're not worth my mercy}
- ' ' KATASHI. {look at me, damn you!}
- ' ' KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR. {i could have done that, in less time, with less mess}
- ' ' LOW SELF-ESTEEM. {have some pride, you fucking maggot}
- ' ' RULES. {tell me to do it that way ... one... more... time...}
- ' ' DOMINION. {try to dominate me and see what happens to your face}
- ' ' EQUALITY. {there wouldn't be a hierarchy if we were all equal}
- ' ' DAMSELS. {get a backbone and hit back for fuck's sake, don't let them get all the glory!}
History:
You might as well know the tale - oh I think you might know it, for sure, it wasn't covered up and Taro definitely didn't try to hide it. For her, it was something to be proud of, to glorify in: a warning to all out there that she was not to be messed with. Oh, is it possible you don't know? Really? Well, the story itself is simple, though the ramifications of the act, while not obvious at first, for all of you in the vampire world it will go right to your heart. You will know the strife, the stress, the sheer helplessness that comes with serving a master, and imagine defeating him! Imagine slaying him with your own hands and still managing to live! - oh, I see in your eyes you're beginning to understand. Yes, well let's go to the beginning for you humans in the audience; scoot a little closer, yes, that's it, right there at the edge of your seat.
She wasn't born alone. No, Taro was not a singular creature with singular thoughts, with actions that did not go unnoticed. Twins, but not only that - vampire twins - the mother carried to term even though it cost her life to do so. Anything to further the race.
Irony, you must smile down at Taro and giggle beneath the gag that silences your voice! It had to be irony that made a Japanese coven, grown up in an age where women were last thoughts, were adornments, little trinkets you dangled from your wrist and put away each night, and made her the most important thing in the world. The son, who cared about sons when your race is dying? When the vampires are slowly being extinguished, one by one, exterminated by humanity who was slowly, ever so slowly, becoming aware that there are nightmares hiding in the shadows, crawling along your dreams and tipping poison in your ears. So it was that she was not the only offspring of Yoichi, but quite obviously the most treasured for her sex, her ability to breed and breed well. Her siblings were all boys - all older than her by hundreds of years, looking down at her downcast eyes, her sneaky, cunning smile and the cheeky way she bounced her shoulders and disappeared like mist.
No other vampire daughter of Yoichi had ever lived: finding them useless until now, he had found no compulsions to keep them alive and had had them killed, drained and thrown deep into the ground. To have this one here, running free around his household, making a mess, making trouble was not something he was used to dealing with. At least, not in the way he would usually deal. He could not kill her - his wife had died in birthing her and there were no more chances of him reproducing another, more obedient child. So he was stuck with her, chaining her, punishing her when he caught her, and sending the maids and servants scurrying for cover when his rage became too large to withhold and power would slash through the house, rock it on it's heels. But it was home, and it was so easy for her to find a way to live - until, until. So easy to see her simply finding her place in society but she could not whittle herself small enough to fit into her Japanese society and instead of trying, rebelled.
No, she would not be passed around to breed. No she would not go meet this vampire. What did she want to do? She wanted to fly! But wings had been denied her though her mother had had them. Double the grief when she had died during childbirth. How sad, you must think, for this child to grow up in a purely male environment, but you'd be wrong, so very wrong. It strengthened her, brought home that the only way to survive was to rely on yourself and no other. So the story that everyone knows? No, it's not about her rebellion, though in part I suppose it does belong there, too. But no, do not think her simple past ends here -- how else did she make it to this fair city? Hmm? Hmm? Well let me tell you: she killed him.
Took her hands and plunged them deep into his chest and ripped out his heart. In front of everybody in her family, in front of the very face of the vampire world she drew closer to her father, smiled sweetly even as her fingers ripped through his clothes, even as those self-same fingers which made her fly in the trapeze sliced through his flesh and ripped free the thing which kept him alive. She ate it, blood sliding down her face, her chin, her eyes molten gold where they stared out from her curved, pretty face: the one daughter he had not killed. Irony! Sweet irony you must smile so beautifully on this girl, shaped her as she fled from her family, her twin at her side, creating troupes, living free as she had always wanted. Yet, yet -- there was something missing.
Katashi was cold where she was hot, quiet where she was loud, and dark where she was bright and luscious and yet it was he who had protected her against her father's lashing, had spoken with his body as he threw himself in front of her - and it was known the day that heart was ripped free: when you bring hot and cold together, they merge like a blade, a sword that slices through flesh, that flips through the air and destroys that which is in their way. So, she fell for her brother, wanted his love even as he proved indifferent to her and looked to another girl. Irony, you terrible monstrocity. Angry and insanely in love with her twin, she is denied by his silence and only acts out against the world and humanity for drawing him in while she was nothing but coldness in his bed.
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OOC Name: Lady T
Any Extras About You: uhm, uhm ... I'm an advanced player? o__O Oh and her PB: Ayumi Hamasaki <3 annnnnd I >love< photoshop =]