Mikato Dec 29, 2017 1:32:15 GMT -5
Post by MIKATO;; on Dec 29, 2017 1:32:15 GMT -5
Weapon of Choice: Anything she can get her hands on
Mikato was born in the lower village. When she was three, her mother gave birth to another baby. A boy. The three of them did what they could to scrape by in Peras. Her father took up the task of protecting the house
and keeping the beasts from attacking them. He was also one of the people defiant against the vampire aristocrats. When she was six, the bell tolled and instead of running to hide in the barracks she was left as a offering to the vampires. There were a few others who were also put up as offerings, but Mikato was the youngest. The vampires came and one by one, they took the offerings that were left. Being the only one left, she thought she was spared but that was not the case. One vampire was left behind, after all the others had taken whom they wanted. The vampire that approached her was the master of Bloodstone Mansion. She stood there while he prodded, and checked her over until finally she was taken to his mansion and made a servant. However she was defiant and often tried to escape the mansion several times. Each time Mikato was caught and brought back, and punished for trying to run away. And many times she was told that her parents didn't love her anymore. They had put her up as a offering and left her there. But she didn't want to believe it, and said time and time again that she was going to run away and get her answers as to why she was put up as an offering.
Years passed, and Mikato grew older. But she never let her spirit get broken. Even if she was punished over and over, she continued to be defiant to her masters and mistress. Mikato had been put into the prison and torture room, she had endured countless punishments but took them all with a grain of salt. Mikato became one of the masters favorite servants, and soon became his personal slave. Which meant she only served him and him alone. It was either serve him or his wife or son. She chose him. She never gives up trying to escape Peras and maybe travel to another one of the realms. Since she was very young, her mother told her that her family was secretly aligned with Alina. The goddess of Light. So ever since she was little she continued being loyal to Alina, but will never let her master know in fear of being killed. So she would keep it a secret for as long as she could.
Calm, Energetic, Spirited, Hard working, Loyal
Naive, Out spoken, Defiant, Tempermental, poor judgement
Sitting by a warm fire, reading, dancing when no one is around, drawing, hiding in the garden maze, cooking
Her master, the endless rain, being kept on a chain, being punished, Chaos, vampires
With a quick movement of her foot, the former moon clan woman kicked aside the remnants of a skeleton.
Poor fool must have pissed off someone at this little refuge. Before both sun and moon clans killed any survivors who landed here.
Now, there seemed to be more and more ships arriving almost every week. Were the moon goddess and sun god mocking the clans?
Or did they intend for outsiders to enter this world? It baffled the woman. But she was here on business. These survivors had set up a nice little place here, and Liliandra often found new poisons from a man she had met that came to be here a few years back. She walked around till she came up to the mans little place of business and tossed a small sack of coins at him.
"Here, as usual the normal pay you always ask for. Now give me my poisons."
Sky blue eyes watched as the hand took the small sack, weighing it and shaking it. After a few more exchanged words three little vials were handed to her.
Lili tucked them away and headed back the way she came. These pathetic survivors, how she wished they would all disappear. But she had lost the favor of the goddess of the moon. Lost it the day she betrayed her clan and was exiled. Making her way out of the cove, she stopped to glance back over her shoulder. Eyes narrowed a little as she then returned her attention forward. It felt like she was being followed, but what poor fool would even think of following her? But as a warning she took out one of her darts and turning she threw it directly in the direction of where she thought that someone might be. Hope that little mouse was wise and moved, otherwise they would be in quite a bit of trouble.
How did you find us: Owner
Custom Title: IN a PRISON of RAIN