EMPATHEIAS APP

[willing_sheath]

⌈ PLAYER SECTION ⌉
Player: Jessie
Contact: jelmling
Age: 30's
Current Characters: Toshinori Yagi/All Might foriamhere


⌈ CHARACTER SECTION ⌉
Character: Tomoe Himura
Age: 19
Canon: Rurouni Kenshin
Canon Point: Post death

Background: here

Personality: here

Abilities: n/a

Alignment: Daimonia. Tomoe's entire existence has been encompassed by grief for years between the death of her mother, the loss of her childhood to raise her brother, the loss of her betrothed and now the loss of her own life and thereby everything she's ever known and any hope of returning to it.

Other: She's kind of dead.


⌈ SAMPLE SECTION ⌉

General Sample: here

Emotion Sample:

Everything was white. Blindingly white with only the shadow of falling snow discernible from the rest… until a spot of red stained the view and began to spread in a trickle over crystals. It was slow at first, just speckling one area and melting out into pink… and then there was more. Thick red liquid spilling out onto the white and spreading further and further, darkening by the second until everything was the color of blood…

Tomoe jerked awake, wincing instantly from a horrible headache that seemed to be encompassing her entire skull before she blinked her eyes open again, meeting not the interior of the little house outside of Otsu white sky. She exhaled a puff of steam into the crisp air, blinking widely before sitting up. She was outside surrounded by snow—in a clearing of trees that she didn’t recognize. She blinked again trying to ignore the pain in her head and the unsettling feeling the dream had left. She got to her feet, brushing the snow from her kimono. If it weren’t for the splitting pain in her head she would have thought she was still dreaming—and certainly the snow surrounding mimicked the atmosphere the dream all too perfectly. She looked about jerkily, her eyes darting around the wholly unfamiliar clearing, almost expecting the blood from the dream to make a reappearance.

Her breath came shallowly, trying to make sense of what was happening and where she was, her voice catching in her throat. Her head throbbed again and she raised a hand to hold her temple. Something had been happening before this… something important… what was it? She became aware of a strange high-pitched sound, somewhere between a buzz and a whine that seemed to increase in both volume and frequency as she continued to war with her memory and her confusion.

Looking around her there were no footprints leading to where she was—it was as if she’d been dropped right out of the sky. It made no sense at all. But standing there in the cold made no sense either. Turning a circle again, she chose a direction where the trees seemed to thin and walked that way, soon realizing the clearing was less of a clearing and actually a path. Following it she eventually came out in view of some man-made structures. A wall and buildings—both notably stone and… most certainly not Japanese.

That whining buzz increased again as she stared at the structures. Where was she? She saw several people moving in the distance, perhaps she should have called out? Just as she was about to at least raise her arm in a wave she noted that one of the figures was a child—roughly Enishi’s age—

And suddenly that buzz was practically a shriek—and was that sound only in her mind? No… no, those people were looking at her, they could hear it too—the boy was looking at her—

You should be happy, Sister. The time of Tenchuu has finally come for Battousai.

She froze at her brother’s voice in her mind, the temperature dropping further around her. That was right… The Yaminobu had made their move… They sent her brother to her as a contact to set everything in motion… Her eyes went wide as everything started flooding back on her.

Why go looking for a weakness that may or may not exist... When it is far easier to create one? Her breath became quick and shallow, eyes widening even further, staring blindly out in front of her even as the air itself seemed to crystallize with the cold. Tatsumi and Kenshin had been fighting outside the shack in the clearing... She'd gone to try to stop the plot from occurring at all... and had drawn him directly into the trap instead... And so she had... She had...

The shrill buzzing was a scream in her mind, the crystals spreading at her feet, the snow hardening into ice.

"This is the way it should be... so please don't cry..." she barely even heard her own voice, one hand moving to touch her right shoulder as the scene played out... and that last image of her husband, tears and blood staining his face, blazed in her mind. She took a ragged gasp in, her hand shooting to cover her mouth as her knees started to buckle and the crystals forming in the air about her shattered like glass before falling to the ground, her knees hitting moments later, the ground breaking apart in time with her psyche. "Oh god what have I done...?" She felt the telltale prickle of tears behind her eyes. "What have I done..." Her eyes screwed shut, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Anata..."

Questions: n/a