Bercea
Level 0
Kukyo Kami Tsumetai
First Name:Kukyo
Surname:Tsumetai
Preferred Name:Kukyo
Kukyo means emptiness
Tsumetai means freezing
Kami means God
Aliases: "Kami"
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 1.86 m
Weight: 72 kg
Build: Athletic
Skin Color: pale white
Eye Color :brown-golden eyes
Hair Style: Messy , one eye is covered
Hair Color: Golden blonde
Fashion: Black costume
Date of Birth: 17 December 1999.
Place of Birth: Somewhere in a poor city in Romania
Nationality: Half Romanian/ Half Japanese
Religious Beliefs: Atheist
General Appearance
Appearance:A tall man with blonde hair in a black suit.When you look into his cold golden eyes you see something strange. His pale face is not moving a muscle . He doesn't look sad, nor happy. He doesn't smile and doesn't frown. His eyes look directly trhough you, but he doesnt seem to be looking at you. He doesn't appear to be interested in you or someone else. His aura has a strong smell of saddnes . He is a empty human , you think... he has no emotions.
Personality: From his arrival at this town he did not express any emotion. He is cold like a freezing ice turtle in the middle of nowhere. He represents emptiness.
Character Voice: He has a calm and cold voice. He doesnt shout nor whispers. (min 0:25)
Equipment: He would carry a long black katana with no tsuba (guard) . He never showed it to anyone.
Clothes: Black costume , black gloves and black and white sneakers
Serious Flaws: Unable to feel any emotion
Skills: Skilled swordsman with an unique style. Almost fearless
Family: All deceased
Backstory (16+): His mother was a japanese woman from Kyoto name Nukumori (warmth) Tenpi(sunlight). She was a very beautiful female , with a skin whiter than snowflakes and bright golden hair that could shine brighter than the sun. Her calm voice was envy by the angels , whom could fall in love with her just by looking at her gold made eyes. His father was a kinda tall Romanian with hair black as the night and brown lovely eyes named Vladimir Dragomirescu . He was a merciful person with love for all living things. His warm smile could make even the moon blush. On a cold December night in 1999 , a bright baby was born into this world. His name was Shiraki Koichi (child of light). He was a beautiful child ,with golden eye.
As the times goes on , Shiraki's mother gave birth to a wonderfull girl, with black hair and blue eyes named Adachi Mizuki (Beautiful moon). Her beauty rivaled that of her own mother. A few years later , and Shiraki turns 7 and her sister 3 years old. When those two walked togheter , the flowers were sprouting behind them and the sun would shine with a warm sunlight over them. On that year's winter , Shiraki's family was planing a surprize party for him. Adachi was helping her mother make a big cake , while Vladimir was preparing some meat. Later that evening, Shiraki finished school and was heading back home. When he opened the door and shouted : "I am home" a complete silence enveloped the house. He than walked into the kitchen to find a tall man with a white mask standing in the center of the room. He had a big machete with blood and skin pieces all over it. Shiraki had frozen. A few seconds have pasted , and he still didn't realised what was happening. The tall man raised his hand and pointed at the left corner of the room. As Shiraki's head starts turning, his eyes get colder and colder. When he realised what he just saw, his eyes turned from a bright golden color to a yellow to gray look. (don't read this , mature content from now on.). Her mother was sitting down , in the corner without her limbs and without clothes.A blood river was still flowing from her wounds. Near her was his Shiraki's father , Vladimir. His hands were behind his back , while Nukumori's hands were holding his severed head , with his mouth cut open , forming a smile.
Between those two corpses , was Shiraki's little sister , Adachi. She was sitting still , with no visible injury and with a big smile on her face . In a fraction of a second , Shiraki ran towords her . When he arrived , he gave his beloved sister a hug. In no more than 2 seconds , his sister head collapsed on him. She..was..dead.... The house clock ticked louder than ever as seconds passed. The man finnaly started to move towords Shiraki. When he was close to him , Shiraki raised his head and within a fraction of a second he grabed an old black decorative katana that was hanging on the wall and struck the masked male hand. Without the man realizing it, his arm was on the ground . In the next seconds , his head would fall there too. Shiraki took the man's white mask and put it in his backpack. The next day , the cops arrived at his home and found that same man with all his limbs tore appart and his stomach cut open and with rats inside it , eating on his flesh. There was no sign of Shiraki, but there was a rumor that someone made a black katana infused with a little girl soul , that represents the night sky. He had now became the nothingness that protects his eveything. An empty vessel that is doomed to live. Or that is how he thought untill..
The longer you live, the more you realize reality is just made of pain, suffering, and emptiness...
First Name:Kukyo
Surname:Tsumetai
Preferred Name:Kukyo
Kukyo means emptiness
Tsumetai means freezing
Kami means God
Aliases: "Kami"
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 1.86 m
Weight: 72 kg
Build: Athletic
Skin Color: pale white
Eye Color :brown-golden eyes
Hair Style: Messy , one eye is covered
Hair Color: Golden blonde
Fashion: Black costume
Date of Birth: 17 December 1999.
Place of Birth: Somewhere in a poor city in Romania
Nationality: Half Romanian/ Half Japanese
Religious Beliefs: Atheist
General Appearance
Appearance:A tall man with blonde hair in a black suit.When you look into his cold golden eyes you see something strange. His pale face is not moving a muscle . He doesn't look sad, nor happy. He doesn't smile and doesn't frown. His eyes look directly trhough you, but he doesnt seem to be looking at you. He doesn't appear to be interested in you or someone else. His aura has a strong smell of saddnes . He is a empty human , you think... he has no emotions.
Personality: From his arrival at this town he did not express any emotion. He is cold like a freezing ice turtle in the middle of nowhere. He represents emptiness.
Character Voice: He has a calm and cold voice. He doesnt shout nor whispers. (min 0:25)
Equipment: He would carry a long black katana with no tsuba (guard) . He never showed it to anyone.
Clothes: Black costume , black gloves and black and white sneakers
Serious Flaws: Unable to feel any emotion
Skills: Skilled swordsman with an unique style. Almost fearless
Family: All deceased
Backstory (16+): His mother was a japanese woman from Kyoto name Nukumori (warmth) Tenpi(sunlight). She was a very beautiful female , with a skin whiter than snowflakes and bright golden hair that could shine brighter than the sun. Her calm voice was envy by the angels , whom could fall in love with her just by looking at her gold made eyes. His father was a kinda tall Romanian with hair black as the night and brown lovely eyes named Vladimir Dragomirescu . He was a merciful person with love for all living things. His warm smile could make even the moon blush. On a cold December night in 1999 , a bright baby was born into this world. His name was Shiraki Koichi (child of light). He was a beautiful child ,with golden eye.
As the times goes on , Shiraki's mother gave birth to a wonderfull girl, with black hair and blue eyes named Adachi Mizuki (Beautiful moon). Her beauty rivaled that of her own mother. A few years later , and Shiraki turns 7 and her sister 3 years old. When those two walked togheter , the flowers were sprouting behind them and the sun would shine with a warm sunlight over them. On that year's winter , Shiraki's family was planing a surprize party for him. Adachi was helping her mother make a big cake , while Vladimir was preparing some meat. Later that evening, Shiraki finished school and was heading back home. When he opened the door and shouted : "I am home" a complete silence enveloped the house. He than walked into the kitchen to find a tall man with a white mask standing in the center of the room. He had a big machete with blood and skin pieces all over it. Shiraki had frozen. A few seconds have pasted , and he still didn't realised what was happening. The tall man raised his hand and pointed at the left corner of the room. As Shiraki's head starts turning, his eyes get colder and colder. When he realised what he just saw, his eyes turned from a bright golden color to a yellow to gray look. (don't read this , mature content from now on.). Her mother was sitting down , in the corner without her limbs and without clothes.A blood river was still flowing from her wounds. Near her was his Shiraki's father , Vladimir. His hands were behind his back , while Nukumori's hands were holding his severed head , with his mouth cut open , forming a smile.
Between those two corpses , was Shiraki's little sister , Adachi. She was sitting still , with no visible injury and with a big smile on her face . In a fraction of a second , Shiraki ran towords her . When he arrived , he gave his beloved sister a hug. In no more than 2 seconds , his sister head collapsed on him. She..was..dead.... The house clock ticked louder than ever as seconds passed. The man finnaly started to move towords Shiraki. When he was close to him , Shiraki raised his head and within a fraction of a second he grabed an old black decorative katana that was hanging on the wall and struck the masked male hand. Without the man realizing it, his arm was on the ground . In the next seconds , his head would fall there too. Shiraki took the man's white mask and put it in his backpack. The next day , the cops arrived at his home and found that same man with all his limbs tore appart and his stomach cut open and with rats inside it , eating on his flesh. There was no sign of Shiraki, but there was a rumor that someone made a black katana infused with a little girl soul , that represents the night sky. He had now became the nothingness that protects his eveything. An empty vessel that is doomed to live. Or that is how he thought untill..
The longer you live, the more you realize reality is just made of pain, suffering, and emptiness...