Tsukiko Kishimoto
If we don't remember our
sins
are we beholden to them?
❛❛ Life creates change you don't choose. Healing is about creating change you do choose. You can't go back and change the beginning or middle, but you can start where you are and change the ending. ❜❜
Guidelines
Note 1. : IC/OOC
Pretty standard ask but please keep OOC and IC separate. I'm not my character and my character isn't me. If you are bleeding heavily between the two and I am unable to discern whether YOU are unable to discern the difference, or crossover happens between the player and character's feelings, I may have to step away. Note 2. : Expectations
I am more concerned with the quality of RP and story weaved together with others. Please don't try to approach me for ERP. Aside from that, let's go in together with low expectations and try to be pleasantly surprised! Note 3. : Coordination
I am happy to coordinate openings, meetings, stories, and character development! I'm also happy to have organic development happen naturally via roleplay. Or even a mix of the two-- an outline to go with and just playing it by ear. Note 4. : Communication
I'm enjoy both short-term and long-term roleplay partners/interactions, or even previous history, but as with everything else-- please just communicate. I'd rather hear an unpleasant truth than a beautiful lie. Note 5. : Limits
I have experience roleplaying with many types of story elements, however, I will not engage in roleplay that focuses around non-consensual scenarios and sexual assault.
Character
name Tsukiko Kishimoto.
alias Kiko.
age Never ask a lady.
pronouns She/Her.
species Au Ra, Raen.
birthdate Unknown.
sexuality Pansexual.
origin Othard.
location Azim Steppe.
alignment Lost.
Personality
Kiko presents a curious mind to everything around her, always eager to learn. She is outgoing and quickly comfortable with new people around her, always looking to make a friend. Due to her outgoing nature, she can come across as naive and unaware in many situations. Beyond that veneer of innocence lies confusion and a weight on her chest, whispers in her mind that she should be doing something greater. While she is content with her world for now, she feels like something was taken from her.
History
BIOGRAPHY Currently she has no recollection of her past due to an aggressive amnesia. Little is known about her, at least to her current immediate acquaintances and herself.Unfortunately what little she can remember is trickled in the form of nightmares that plague her and what her ephemeral dreams can tell her; sometimes she finds herself feeling like she had remembered something so important but as with all dreams they slip away moments after finding herself into the waking world. For now, she is finding her niche in the world and where she belongs, hoping to find the place she once called home, and the people she once called her family.A question lingers in her mind, though. One she spends time at night pondering in bed; what if who she was wasn't something she'd like to be? What of the ones that knew her-- cared for her? Ones that she cared for? ...And expectations she may have had in her old life? Should she dig further, or let go it all go...? For now, she's happy enough, though how long that lasts? Only time will tell.
Associates and Contacts
P̸̨͓͗͝a̵̭͇͓̣͘͠r̶̨̩̣͐͑͠ṭ̵̊n̸̛̫̬̔͆ě̴̯͙̍r̷͇̯̰͆͆. : ???
S̷̎͋̏̅ͅo̸̜̺̘͆͋̄́m̶̺͉̯̱̓̎e̸̦͚̕͠ò̵͎̦̩̠̿͋͑n̴͓̤͗͒̚̕e̵̥̱͍̳̾͑͛̉ ̵̨̫̯̿̐͘m̶͍̠̜͔̎̑̌͊ą̶̮͛ͅn̵̠̝̦͘ä̴̝̳̜͔́̽g̴͖̟̘̽͆̀e̸̲̠̝̊͘d̸̛͎̆̋ ̵̠͖̥̉̅͠t̸̡̙̺͊̔ȍ̷̧ ̸̜̝̱̹̉̑̽͠g̵̿͂͋͝ę̶̰̺̑̅t̷̡̃ ̴̰̯̞̃̒̐t̸̛͚̻̆̀̔h̶̠͇͛͂r̵̛͉̀ǒ̴̡̦̟u̵̲͔̕g̷̝͇͈͎͝h̷̞̘̍̔ ̵͚̺͚́t̸̹̹̐͋̌́ȭ̴̭͔̣͙ ̵͙͓̃̽̚͘h̸̫̓e̶̝̓̀̕ͅr̶͍̲̠̃͜ ̷̤̩̄̊̀̒s̶̹̟̬̜̊̎t̷̲͋̈́o̸̯͆̂ṇ̵͉̒̽͊ě̶̡̧̼̿͘ ̶̨̨͕͚̔̒h̶̫̺̲͑͑̕͝e̶̥̦͑̂̎a̵̻͙̳̪͑͆͝r̴͚̭̂̂́ṯ̶̐̃͑̓.̶͍̐̔̓͂
̷̹̥͙̔͋͘W̸͙͉͙̙̏h̵̬̬̰̔͌̓̚a̷̡̧̤̣̋̉͊t̵͔̠̪͙͗̉̏ ̸͚̠͇̑̕͜k̷͖͇̃i̵̘̱̿̀̌͠ñ̵̙̪͕̝̍́̈́d̴͍̤͂̋͑ ̵͍̤͑̑́͜ǫ̸̪̃́f̵͍͎͈̏̉͝ ̶͉͆p̴͇̍͜ȅ̴͔̎r̵̢̤̳̣̆͌̊̓s̸̟̞̮͌̈́͌̚o̸̡̅͂̄̀n̶͕̫̜̑ā̶̢̦̫l̷̛̘̼̝͊͌ȉ̴̠̏͑̚t̷̮͕͖̮͌̚͘ẙ̸̥̭̾̽ ̷͈͚̱̆̃̏d̷̪̳̯͛̏̽ȏ̶͙͂ ̵͇̓̓t̶͍̦̝͔̓̇̀ĥ̴͇͕̓ė̶̛̪̇͋y̵̝̜̅̽͗ ̶͈̘̈͌́͝ĥ̶̡̹͕̾́̐a̸̢̛̲̙͐͘v̵̻̹͊̿̽ë̷͕͕͉́̌ͅ ̵̪̹͇̆͗̉̈́f̴̡͇͒̐̔͝ǫ̶͙͔̌̋͜r̵̪͚͛̿̂ ̵͈̝̜̈́̆̚K̴͓̱̈́i̴̫̪͌́̏̈́k̵͈̊͛ö̶̡͙̳͉́ ̵͓͍̳̉̋t̸̰̩̦̦͆͒̓ọ̵̈́̒͘ ̴̫̾͘͝o̷̰̱̰͋p̶̲̹͛͋e̸̢̳͍͐́n̴̮̝̓͜ ̷̨̨͎͋̇͝ṷ̷̯̼̑̉̕p̸̮̈́ ̶̈́ͅţ̷͕̇o̷̯̓͐̔ ̶̦̈t̴̜͕̟̃̀h̵̫̋̎͜e̸̪͇͊͛͊̈m̸͍̲͙̦̓?̶̘̫̺̂͌
...Why...
M̵͇͐̿͐͝è̸̢̦͇̆́͝ṉ̷̫͖͌̏͐͘t̶͚͓̪̙̔̌o̷̰̜͈̳͂͝r̷̤͍͂. : ???
K̵͖̰̰̉̽͠ͅi̶̳͎̕k̴̪̾o̵̢̧͒͑͊'̵͊̎ͅs̷̳̝̍̓͠ ̸̟̹̈́̈́̈́m̶̳̀e̸̙͉͚̎n̸̹̟̣͑̀̑͠ț̸̡̠̽͊o̶̺̱͚̍͋̀͑͜r̴̢͊ ̸̨̰̀a̴̰͉̹͋̓̕n̶͕͉͈̼̆́d̸̟̾͝ ̶̝̘̅̍͠t̴̞̺͉̐ê̵͍͝ȧ̷͇̠̭̈́̎͐č̸̡͖̮̹̾h̶̥̃̋ȩ̵͓̉ͅͅṙ̷̨̲̼̏͛̈́.̴͔͍͒̍̄
...Can't I...
T̵̨̡̛͎h̷͎̱̼͑͊̅̿e̶̫͖̋̆̏͠ ̷̧͚̦̘̽̄͐L̵͖̆o̵̤͠s̴̘͓͉͂̒̿t̸̪̊ ̷̻̺̌̄̌̓W̴͔͊̎ḯ̶̬̹̓ͅt̸̹͓̦͊͆c̸̨͓̱̅͝ḩ̵̧̮̓̿̅. : ???
Y̴̩̺̣̺̓e̷͎̩͇̋t̷͇̘̩̮͌̈́̆ ̴̨̧̟̱͛̌̍a̷̘͍̽͘ǹ̷͙͇ͅo̸͓̔̂̃͌t̴̺̉̉̈͘͜h̵̡̾͠è̵͈̓̚r̵̛̜̞͐̂͜ ̶͈̣͙̯̈͗̊̚f̷̥͓̹͠ř̶̤̟̓̒̒i̴̜̱̫̾͑è̸̯̚͝n̸͓̦d̷̻͕̙̽͋̂ ̴̙̜̟̽̋ỡ̴̥̜͖͖f̸̢̭̫̊͗̿ ̵̻̹̲͗̕K̴̭͑̚î̴̥̼̓̈̿k̸̹̓̍ǫ̷̹̓̑̽'̵͉̙̤̞̃͠s̴̺̺̰̏͌̚ ̶͕̳̈́̃͑b̸̠̙͖̓̉ů̵̢̻̻͙̈́̇t̵̛̳̟͖̽̋͊ ̶̫̹̥̻̈w̷͚̼̱͘ͅh̶͉̤̔̈́o̷̙̻̙͂̿s̴̨̡͕͓͒̾͗̄e̸̬̭̰̓ ̷̦̘̑̌̏͌n̸̯͇̰̹͐a̶͍̦̘͆̆̂m̸̰̙̜͕̎̊ȅ̷̪̼̲̫̈̚͠ ̵̡̛̣̤̈͝ͅs̵̤̯͆̚ͅh̶͎̻̟̊̔̍ĕ̶̢̘̘̣̽̚ ̸̹̙̀͗͆ķ̴͖͎̦̑̔ë̷̞͙͔́̽ẹ̵̎̍p̶͉͚̉ŝ̷͎̲̳̃͝ ̶̠̇͂̕ç̷̰͚͐͜͝l̵̢͖̼̭̍o̷̡̬͚͊̀͝s̵̩̩͎̽e̶̜͈͑̄ͅ ̸͉̯͆͗͂̚a̵̢͙̭͌̒̋̕n̶̟͒͘̚d̶̝͚̪̳̉̈́ ̴̛̬̭̞͓͑̆h̸̨̦͠ỉ̶̺͖̱̄d̶̳̺̓d̴̼̜̑̔̌e̶͚̾ṅ̸̳̐.̸̨̟̊ ̴̮̦̿̄͠P̴̛͔̜͉̯e̵̡̧͑̈́̐r̴̫̼̠̦͛͊̑̎h̵͇̜̦̎̂̾̾a̴̛̯͋͌́͜p̵̡͋̈́̍̄s̵͈̳̺̐̊ ̴͕̫̼̎̚t̸͙̭̼̓ͅh̵̝̙́͌͌̑e̶͈̭̠͐̅y̷̨̰̾̆̃ͅ ̵̬̥̎͛̒ͅͅh̶̜͖́a̷̡̝͇̾̍v̵̞̈͐̏ę̸̩͖̕͜ ̷̫͗͗s̶̝͛e̷͕͍̟͋̂c̶͜r̷͚̾̊̈́ȩ̸͎̲͗̀ͅţ̴̜͕̈́s̶͈̞̑̄̾ ̸͉̠̐͝ț̵̥̩̊h̸̻̆ạ̴͖̰̘t̴͚̲͖̓ ̴̯͋͒̽͜K̴̡̙̀ì̴̱͚͖͝k̵͇̲͆͠o̷̰̍͒ ̵̬̼͚̿͒d̵̟͉̯̚ͅơ̸͈̺̫̹͊̍̿e̸̘̘̻̱͒̄ŝ̶̥͚̙͍n̷̛̘͙̏̉͜'̵̰̩̝͐t̴̨͈̲͗ ̷̠͇̂̄w̷̹͇͇͕̎̆̓͊a̶̹͓̳͛n̶̘̥̭̈́t̸̻̱͊͆͝ ̷̡̼̟̃̄̆ą̸͖̟̄̏̎n̴̢̊y̵͕̥̮͉͒o̸͎̦͘n̷̺͍͜ë̷̤͎́ ̴̢̦̤͌t̷͖͉̓͌́͛ö̷̥̦͕́̉͌̂ ̷͖̹͑͋̋f̴̰̰̤͒̎͝i̴̬̝̪̰͗ṋ̸͉̓͂̈́͒d̷̘͔̩̈́ ̸̪̾o̷̳̟̤̳͛̏̚͝u̷̹̣̔͝t̶͖͉͛̄̿̈?̸͇͕̀
...Remember...?
Hooks
Your eyes... why are they that color?:
Kiko's eyes are a metallic, almost glowing reddish pink. What happened? What happened to your face?:
A massive scar covers her face. People more familiar with physical wounds would see that it wasn't caused by a sword. Something blunt had hit her with surprising speed. Why doesn't she heal it away? You must be from Othard!:
If her name and race is any indication, she looks like she came from the eastern continent. Perhaps you find yourself seeking solidarity with a fellow Au Ra or someone from the same continent?