きれ 武器 × ハンター [ who wants to collab??? ]
THE FASHIONISTA
fight better, look better, be better
きれ 武器
KIREBUKI
she's under the spotlight, standing tall and proud. killer heels, sharp eyes and a dangerous smile. small in stature, but never let it deter you from thinking her anything more than just that. lavender locks, sapphire gems, snow white skin, this porcelain doll is tougher than you think. steel in her blood, she is a weapon under all that beauty.
ALIAS kirebuki
# kire is derived from kireina, the japanese word for beautiful.
# buki means weapon in japanese.
NICKNAME(S)
# kire;
shortened version of her name, that can be a good compliment towards her appearance.
# buki;
shortened version of her nickname that can be a comppliment to her prowess.
#kiki;
a cute nickname that her fathers tend to favor calling her.
# baby, darling, sweetheart, etc.
mostly one of her father's, clotho, preferred terms of endearment for her.
# , problematic queen, etc.
with her sass and savage remarks, she tends to come of as such.
female
AGE twenty
BIRTHDAY august 25
BLOODTYPE a
PLACE OF ORIGIN yogyaharta ( yogyakarta + harta the indonesian word for treasure ), an independent island city near the federation of ochima. based off of yogyakarta ( indonesia ), it's a land full of relics of old and secrets of hidden treasures.
FACECLAIM meltlilith / mysterious alter ego Λ ( fate / grand order; they're the same people )
BACKUP bb ( fate/grand order )
HEIGHT
# 160 cm ( w/o heels )
# 190 cm ( w heels )
CLOSET
it's easy to spot her, with quite the striking appearance that will draw attention to her. long, lavender locks that was superior to her own height, sapphire eyes glinting with amusement, pale skin that made one think her to be sheltered. but what trule made her stood out were three key items she wore: a penguin hoodie with puffy sleeves, a blue ribbon that she always used as a head accessory, and most importantly—killer heels that stood at 30cm and was dangerously sharp. it's a startling difference, the top half and bottom half of her body that is. her legs were armored and looked ready to kill, whilst the rest of her screamed casual girl.
underneath her hoodie, though, was a simple black tank top and white short shorts. she also had the tendency to wear sunglasses.
( img ref: x1 for outfit, x2 for shoes, except that it's black and with white spikes and heels. )
# kire is derived from kireina, the japanese word for beautiful.
# buki means weapon in japanese.
NICKNAME(S)
# kire;
shortened version of her name, that can be a good compliment towards her appearance.
# buki;
shortened version of her nickname that can be a comppliment to her prowess.
#kiki;
a cute nickname that her fathers tend to favor calling her.
# baby, darling, sweetheart, etc.
mostly one of her father's, clotho, preferred terms of endearment for her.
# , problematic queen, etc.
with her sass and savage remarks, she tends to come of as such.
female
AGE twenty
BIRTHDAY august 25
BLOODTYPE a
PLACE OF ORIGIN yogyaharta ( yogyakarta + harta the indonesian word for treasure ), an independent island city near the federation of ochima. based off of yogyakarta ( indonesia ), it's a land full of relics of old and secrets of hidden treasures.
FACECLAIM meltlilith / mysterious alter ego Λ ( fate / grand order; they're the same people )
BACKUP bb ( fate/grand order )
HEIGHT
# 160 cm ( w/o heels )
# 190 cm ( w heels )
CLOSET
it's easy to spot her, with quite the striking appearance that will draw attention to her. long, lavender locks that was superior to her own height, sapphire eyes glinting with amusement, pale skin that made one think her to be sheltered. but what trule made her stood out were three key items she wore: a penguin hoodie with puffy sleeves, a blue ribbon that she always used as a head accessory, and most importantly—killer heels that stood at 30cm and was dangerously sharp. it's a startling difference, the top half and bottom half of her body that is. her legs were armored and looked ready to kill, whilst the rest of her screamed casual girl.
underneath her hoodie, though, was a simple black tank top and white short shorts. she also had the tendency to wear sunglasses.
( img ref: x1 for outfit, x2 for shoes, except that it's black and with white spikes and heels. )
❞
every rose has its thorns, a dangerous beauty we can't help but be enticed with
CHAOTIC
NEUTRAL
POSITIVE confident; adaptable; independent; perceptive
determined NEUTRAL playful
blunt; withdrawn; selfish; cunning NEGATIVE
confident in herself, she walked with her head held high. despite her small stature, she seemed to always look evenly with another, and down on those she deemed to not be as great as her. however, her confidence wasn't a bravado, it was always backed up with her own skills. she's also not to the point of cockiness or denial of her own flaws, accepting any proper critiques with interest in her eyes and a promise to herself to fix it up or ignore it ( like hell she'd stop sassing others, it was much too fun ). adaptable to her environment, always shifting like water, she wasn't one to complain and instead dealt with what she had. trained and ready to face different environments, the tricky girl was not one to let another's home field mess her up. and if she had to, she will even use her precious heels to climb up cliffs.
she was not one to depend on others. even with her family, it was always vital to learn how to live on her own due to their busy lifestyles. as such, the girl grew independent. when she had claimed to want to be a hunter, it cemented the idea that she needed to learn how to survive on her own. whilst most others wouldn't appreciate such an act, she had always been thankful for it. the strong woman never liked to seem weak, especially when she knew she was competent. a perceptive one, that she was. sharp eyes, the lessons from her dad permanently ingrained into her mind as she watched the way others dressed, how they presented themselves, the way they act—it all was so clear in her head. for all that she can come off as a cocky rookie girl, she really was more than just that. in fact, calling her as such probably made you seem more of a rookie to her.
determination was strong in her. it was what can push her to dare, but to also refrain herself. she had always been strong-willed, willing to push more for what she wanted with great strength. even if her dream seemed a lot, she pushed on because she was determined to have parts of her family with her no matter where she went. and what was more precious, more unobtainable, than their skills and dreams forged long before she was born? it pushes her, but such a trait had led her to being cold, even cruel, to others to remain strong. she was not one to be trifled with, and although one could call it quite the lonely existence—how could it be so when she would always have those that took her in with her? a playful soul, the mischievous smile a normal look on her face. the woman had always loved to sass back others, making remarks to toy with them for her own amusement. whilst it can be charming and amusing to others, her targets tend to think otherwise. a humor that risked one for others, leading to her being labeled as problematic by some. savage, sassy, all in fun and yet sometimes laced with a harsh bluntness. not many could handle it, not unless you were like her family.
one may call her rude due to her bluntness. unafraid to call out others if need be, even those with status if the situation called for it. a brutal honesty, one that tended to not care about the atmosphere as much or hurt others. however, in her mind, it was always necessarry. because she was not going to let others walk on her or whine like babies and be babied when they had to learn to it up and deal with it or do something about it for yourself. despite her confidence and fearlessness to converse, she was withdrawn in the sense that she did not easily let others be her friends or the sort. more often than not antoginizing others because it amused her. in truth, there was always a part of her that could never forget that she was once left in the alley, alone and left to rot as a baby. knowing such people existed, it was hard for her to open her heart to those that didn't took her in.
selfish, always so stingy about what she owned. the girl who never had anything cherished deeply of what she have. her family, her heels, her clothes, the life of being a hunter, those were what she wanted to keep zealously. she was not one to share so easily, and she definitely didn't like anyone messing with those that she claimed her's. if you did, well, you're going to be in her list of targets to mess with. this girl was cunning, a scheming fox who could definitely play smartly if need be. willing to be underhanded and cruel, her sly plans were not one to underestimate. with her perceptive nature and adaptability, it really made her a smarter adversary.
LUVORATORRRRRY!
reol ft. nqrse
X1.
three men, brothers not by blood but by bond, had many ideas of how their future could form. a treasure hunter, a fashion designer that hunted for his materials, and a weapons smith—vastly different in occupation and even as individuals, but could agree none of the, expected to live together and stay as such due to a mutual adoption of one little girl. but life was odd, and so that's how they were found now.
"awww, who's a cutie? you are!" a tall, handsome, young man ( adonis) cooed at the giggling bundle in his arms. his seafoam green eyes crinkled up to crescents as he lightly pressed her cheek with a finger. his brown skin was a stark contrast to the paleness of the baby's.
"dude, stop getting attached and making those disgusting faces." the shorter blonde ( ebisu ) grimaced, eyes of a similar hue to the first but the color of a much more reminiscent to emeralds. he looked at the duo as if they were aliens to him, and a part of him was already planning to get on a hunt to leave them for a long pepriod of time to escape any responsibility.
"more importantly, are we really going to keep her or we can hand her to an orphonage or the sort." the man in glasses with pale purple locks ( tvastar ) sighed in exasperation.
"can't." adonis, who was still hoding the baby chirped back. "after all, we're already her parents!"
ebisu choked on his spit, looking at the other incredulously "what the !? how!?"
tvastar's eye twitched, staring at the beaming handsome man with an expression that could only mean 'i am so done with you'. "you forged it, didn't you? you and your stupid charms and snake mind."
a smirk was the only response, the other two groaned in unison. but it was too late, ever since tehy decided to be friends with the devil—there was no escape. and now, they have to take care of a baby just because said devil couldn't leave an abandoned baby alone in the alley.
"awww, who's a cutie? you are!" a tall, handsome, young man ( adonis) cooed at the giggling bundle in his arms. his seafoam green eyes crinkled up to crescents as he lightly pressed her cheek with a finger. his brown skin was a stark contrast to the paleness of the baby's.
"dude, stop getting attached and making those disgusting faces." the shorter blonde ( ebisu ) grimaced, eyes of a similar hue to the first but the color of a much more reminiscent to emeralds. he looked at the duo as if they were aliens to him, and a part of him was already planning to get on a hunt to leave them for a long pepriod of time to escape any responsibility.
"more importantly, are we really going to keep her or we can hand her to an orphonage or the sort." the man in glasses with pale purple locks ( tvastar ) sighed in exasperation.
"can't." adonis, who was still hoding the baby chirped back. "after all, we're already her parents!"
ebisu choked on his spit, looking at the other incredulously "what the !? how!?"
tvastar's eye twitched, staring at the beaming handsome man with an expression that could only mean 'i am so done with you'. "you forged it, didn't you? you and your stupid charms and snake mind."
a smirk was the only response, the other two groaned in unison. but it was too late, ever since tehy decided to be friends with the devil—there was no escape. and now, they have to take care of a baby just because said devil couldn't leave an abandoned baby alone in the alley.
X2.
her earliest memories would always be with the three men who took her in. she never knew who her biological parents were, but she did know who her dad, pa and ma was. they who had struggled to survive taking care of a baby, making sure that ebisu didn't forget to do his share of babysitting, and more.
her dad would always be the man who taught her fashion. making cut out dolls with clothes you can switch out of his own design. adonis had always been the one she adored most, mainly because a part of her had always known him to be her savior. she wondered if it was possible for her to even have lived had he not took her with him during that faithful trip of his. always so confident, she aspired to be him in many ways. although, unlike him, she lacked his charms and restraints that made him a lo more lovable. she blamed it all on ebisu, really.
pa was the weapon smith, the man who had been in charge of her most times simply because he was the only one to not be a hunter. he had a sharp tongue, and he made sure that she was able to take care of her well. she had always been fascinated by the sharp weapons he made, dangerous yet beautiful in her eyes. she had pestered him endlessly to teach her how to make weapons much to the man's shock. she had to admit, she started calling him dad because it was the easiest way to break the man and make him comply to her ( it was honestly adonis who was the hardest to get through despite how he seemed ).
then there was ma, little ebisu who she loved to annoy the living hell out of him. always getting into arguments, calling each other names, they were more like siblings than father and daughter. she called him ma especially because it would annoy him. she once even designed a dress for adonis to make for 'ma's birthday gift'. although, she wouldn't ever admit that she eagerly waited for him to return so he could boast about his treasure hunts ( and the hilarious inputs from her other two dads of what most likely really happened because, for all of ebisu's bravado, he was more of a coward that survived through the power of sheer dumb luck ).
it's admittedly odd, different than most others. no one had more than two for their parents, and none of them having only dads in their lives. the little girl had seen other children with women holding their hands and showering them in love that she never really had. adonis was closest to such affectionate gestures, but she had always been curious of how different it would be to have that figure called a mother in her life. how different would it be had she had a significant woman in her life.
she didn't know, wouldn't ever know really. pa was married to his job, dad and ma practically threw it away when they decided to be hunters and adopted her, taking away most of the free time they had. but that didn't dampen her mood. not when dad makes her pretty little dresses and gives her kisses on her forehead before she goes to bed. not when pa give that fond roll of his eyes and pat her head as he tried his best to get her through the basics of making weapons. not when ma makes complaints but always, without a fail, bring her a souvenir and held her hand to reassure her that he was safe and fine.
yeah, she's content with this.
her dad would always be the man who taught her fashion. making cut out dolls with clothes you can switch out of his own design. adonis had always been the one she adored most, mainly because a part of her had always known him to be her savior. she wondered if it was possible for her to even have lived had he not took her with him during that faithful trip of his. always so confident, she aspired to be him in many ways. although, unlike him, she lacked his charms and restraints that made him a lo more lovable. she blamed it all on ebisu, really.
pa was the weapon smith, the man who had been in charge of her most times simply because he was the only one to not be a hunter. he had a sharp tongue, and he made sure that she was able to take care of her well. she had always been fascinated by the sharp weapons he made, dangerous yet beautiful in her eyes. she had pestered him endlessly to teach her how to make weapons much to the man's shock. she had to admit, she started calling him dad because it was the easiest way to break the man and make him comply to her ( it was honestly adonis who was the hardest to get through despite how he seemed ).
then there was ma, little ebisu who she loved to annoy the living hell out of him. always getting into arguments, calling each other names, they were more like siblings than father and daughter. she called him ma especially because it would annoy him. she once even designed a dress for adonis to make for 'ma's birthday gift'. although, she wouldn't ever admit that she eagerly waited for him to return so he could boast about his treasure hunts ( and the hilarious inputs from her other two dads of what most likely really happened because, for all of ebisu's bravado, he was more of a coward that survived through the power of sheer dumb luck ).
it's admittedly odd, different than most others. no one had more than two for their parents, and none of them having only dads in their lives. the little girl had seen other children with women holding their hands and showering them in love that she never really had. adonis was closest to such affectionate gestures, but she had always been curious of how different it would be to have that figure called a mother in her life. how different would it be had she had a significant woman in her life.
she didn't know, wouldn't ever know really. pa was married to his job, dad and ma practically threw it away when they decided to be hunters and adopted her, taking away most of the free time they had. but that didn't dampen her mood. not when dad makes her pretty little dresses and gives her kisses on her forehead before she goes to bed. not when pa give that fond roll of his eyes and pat her head as he tried his best to get her through the basics of making weapons. not when ma makes complaints but always, without a fail, bring her a souvenir and held her hand to reassure her that he was safe and fine.
yeah, she's content with this.
X3.
growing up with her fathers who were passionate about their jobs had made her interested in their fields. of being a hunter, a fashion designer, and a weapon smith. one would say that's a lot, and it really was, but the little girl with a heart big enough to adore her only family wanted to live life with pieces of them with her. to create weapons, to make outfits, to be a hunter—she found herself a dream for the future.
even when young, she knew that it was a lot to learn. but she bugged her dads, stomped her feet and looked at them with determined eyes and the firmest voice she could muster. this small girl, she would not give in.
pa caved in first, then dad, and finally ma. ma took the longest because dad wasn't sure if he really liked the idea of his baby out in the dangerous field he was so aware of. but when she started threatening to start training on her own, they decided a supervised training was better than some unauthorized child playing with knives.
she didn't know if she was talented, whether it came to her easier than most others or not. however, she knew to work hard. she gave it her all, every day, making sure to make her fathers proud and to never give up. she's not that old, just in the early stages of being a teen, when she started to adore heels and thought of making it her primary weapons. because if she wanted to do fashion and weapons, she at least had to make fashionable weapons, right? what better than literal killer heels.
in the island of yogyaharta, the little girl trained in the tropical heat. by the beach, in the forests, withing the training grounds by their house, she had trained. even taking ballet lessons, simply because she thought it would be an interesting mix—and how badass would it be to pirouette kick some guy's face to oblivion?
there were many others who dreamt the same as she did. ma was lucky, always had been, and survived the first exam without being severely wounded. dad on the other hand, he told her he had to retry it a few times. no one really had luck like ma, and she could only hope that when she found what her aura type was and how to use nen that she could survive the exams.
for now, all she could do was get better.
even when young, she knew that it was a lot to learn. but she bugged her dads, stomped her feet and looked at them with determined eyes and the firmest voice she could muster. this small girl, she would not give in.
pa caved in first, then dad, and finally ma. ma took the longest because dad wasn't sure if he really liked the idea of his baby out in the dangerous field he was so aware of. but when she started threatening to start training on her own, they decided a supervised training was better than some unauthorized child playing with knives.
she didn't know if she was talented, whether it came to her easier than most others or not. however, she knew to work hard. she gave it her all, every day, making sure to make her fathers proud and to never give up. she's not that old, just in the early stages of being a teen, when she started to adore heels and thought of making it her primary weapons. because if she wanted to do fashion and weapons, she at least had to make fashionable weapons, right? what better than literal killer heels.
in the island of yogyaharta, the little girl trained in the tropical heat. by the beach, in the forests, withing the training grounds by their house, she had trained. even taking ballet lessons, simply because she thought it would be an interesting mix—and how badass would it be to pirouette kick some guy's face to oblivion?
there were many others who dreamt the same as she did. ma was lucky, always had been, and survived the first exam without being severely wounded. dad on the other hand, he told her he had to retry it a few times. no one really had luck like ma, and she could only hope that when she found what her aura type was and how to use nen that she could survive the exams.
for now, all she could do was get better.
X4.
there was something about the sea, the way the calm waves come an go, embracing her feet that dug into soft, wet sand. even when she was young, she was enamored by water, by the way it moves and how it felt against her skin. sometimes, she simply loved to just lay in a body of water, let her body melt into it and be one with it.
the sea, fashion, weaponry, the thrill of a hunter, and her family—those were what drove her onward. and perhaps it was because of that, that when she was finally tested to see what her nen type was with the help of ma and dad, she wasn't surprised she was a traner. reforming her aura to that of water. although ma was definitely more talented in the nen side, having always realized on his aura to survive ( the dumb luck? all a form of specialization aura ). however, as dad was a conjurer, it definitely was easier to understand things from him.
in a way, she loved to see her aura as the symbol that defined her. the sea was her, her fashion was dad's, her weapons was her father's, the strive and determination to be a hunter no matter what her ma's.
more and more, she formed her own style different from her hunter parents. she could never be as sly as her dad with his needles, or so reliant on sheer dumb luck as her ma. for her, it was her feet, her flexibility, the water that was an extension of her, that's when she truly grow stronger, more confident, and independent. the three men who took her in watched as she grew, a little girl no more but instead a strong woman able to walk on her own.
they had long gift her with many things for her journey. like the heels that adonis and tvastar gave her so that she could get used to it as her main weapons. training her shu to extend her aura with it. they had given her many outfits and more, anything she needed. however, they never really gave her the one thing she had been waiting for all this time.
the signed hunter exam registration form was finally handed to her once she had taken a better hold of her tranation. it was the first time she cried tears of joy, flustering her pa and ma greatly, whilst dad laughed at the other two and ruffled her hair gently.
the sea, fashion, weaponry, the thrill of a hunter, and her family—those were what drove her onward. and perhaps it was because of that, that when she was finally tested to see what her nen type was with the help of ma and dad, she wasn't surprised she was a traner. reforming her aura to that of water. although ma was definitely more talented in the nen side, having always realized on his aura to survive ( the dumb luck? all a form of specialization aura ). however, as dad was a conjurer, it definitely was easier to understand things from him.
in a way, she loved to see her aura as the symbol that defined her. the sea was her, her fashion was dad's, her weapons was her father's, the strive and determination to be a hunter no matter what her ma's.
more and more, she formed her own style different from her hunter parents. she could never be as sly as her dad with his needles, or so reliant on sheer dumb luck as her ma. for her, it was her feet, her flexibility, the water that was an extension of her, that's when she truly grow stronger, more confident, and independent. the three men who took her in watched as she grew, a little girl no more but instead a strong woman able to walk on her own.
they had long gift her with many things for her journey. like the heels that adonis and tvastar gave her so that she could get used to it as her main weapons. training her shu to extend her aura with it. they had given her many outfits and more, anything she needed. however, they never really gave her the one thing she had been waiting for all this time.
the signed hunter exam registration form was finally handed to her once she had taken a better hold of her tranation. it was the first time she cried tears of joy, flustering her pa and ma greatly, whilst dad laughed at the other two and ruffled her hair gently.
LIKES
# weapons ( she was always on the lookout for weapons, curious of how they work and how t make it more fashionable. )
# fashion ( she's always aware of the latest trends and tend to be able to tell a person's social standing from how they dress. )
# spicy seafood fried rice ( her favorite dish, especially when made by ma, who was surprisingly the best cook among them. )
# penguins ( there's a reason she had a hoodie of one. and yes, she was quite fond of the cute creature. )
# water ( the sea, the river, teh pool, any body of water and the liquid itself was something she enjoyed to play around with. )
DISLIKES
# people who can't do something for themselves ( if she saw someone complain in the hunter exams about how they can't possibly win because of the tasks or the sort, she's going to wreck them with words, then her heels. don't whine, just do it because you want to be hunter didn't you? )
# bland food ( she grew up in yogyaharta, a land filled with flavorful food packed with spices and more. she much prefered strong flavors, however she would soldier on bland food if she had to. )
# getting her items marred even the slightest bit ( just because she knew it happened, didn't meean she had to like it. she constantly cleans and fixes it all up as soon as she could, though. )
# cutting her hair ( dad may be a great fashion designer, but a hair designer he was not. ever since then she just couldn't trust the idea of nice hair cuts. )
# winter-like locations ( living in yogyaharta, a tropical island, made her inexperienced in winter environments. however, she stll went through her parents tips for such places and can only hope that the hunter exams wouldn't have her experience such a thing. )
HOBBIES
# ballet
# survival training
# nen training
# fashion design
# weapon smithing
HABITS
# observing others. mainly their outfits and weapons stand out to her first.
# even when she was on flat shoes, she found herself tip-toeing out of habit or trying to make herself taller.
# tugging her hoodie's cap down to make herself more menacing.
# a constant amused smile as her poker face.
# a large, cheshire grin whenever she felt the the thrill of hunting or battles and the sort.
# when she wished to really relax and put ease to herself, she would get into a body of water and chill there. however, she wasn't so vulnerable to make it her weakness.
FEARS
# knowing she could be abandoned was always a strong fear for her. most especially since she knew she was abandoned when she was a baby. knwoing the cruelty of humans, she feared how it would be ike if someone abandoned her when she was older. it's the knowledge of being thrown away but never having been able to remember it that made her worry about it greatly.
# when those she cherished leave her sights, she fought the fear in her that they might never ever come back. ebisu, especially, was the subject of this fear as he travelled out the most. having to rely on his dumb luck to save him never felt so reassuring despite it always working out most times. it's why she antagonized him most for leaving her withs uch insecuurities.
REGULAR BACKPACK
# matches
# bic lighter
# fire striker
# snacks
# map
# wallet
# pencil case
# sketchbook for fashion and design ideas.
HUNTER BACKPACK
# first aid kit
# compass
# bow saw
# extra clothing for just in case
# cordage
# water bottle
QUOTES
# someone complains the task is too difficult "well then, why don't you just drop out already? you're ing is really disturbing the rest of us here who actually want to be hunters."
# someone claiming she was easy to target "oh? you really want to play tha game? sorry honey, but i'm the one on killer heels that can stab you in the crotch here. so you better be careful of what you say."
# "i came here to win, be a god damn hunter, and none of you es will stop me."
TRIVIA
# her ribbon was a gift from ebisu who honestly had nothing for her when he returned to gift her for her birthday. for once, his luck was not with him when he tried to get her something, only being able to hand her a simple blue ribbon. however, she loved it because she knew he tried his best. ever since then, it's been with her. and anyone who tried to snatch it from her will get their dignity snatched away.
# she was a master at balancing. have you seen her heels?? she could run on those monsters with ease.
#she usually towers over everyone because of the heels and it definitely makes her more smug.
# her goal is to make a full outfit that was weaponized and fashionable. she was even eager to weaponize a purse.
# she also typically had a thigh survival knife holster. that is if she was out to go hunting, ususally.
# in her pockets, she had survival water filters, flashlight and a compass.
# her bags were designed by her dad of course, a backpack being for her hunter item and a sling bag for her regular items.
# weapons ( she was always on the lookout for weapons, curious of how they work and how t make it more fashionable. )
# fashion ( she's always aware of the latest trends and tend to be able to tell a person's social standing from how they dress. )
# spicy seafood fried rice ( her favorite dish, especially when made by ma, who was surprisingly the best cook among them. )
# penguins ( there's a reason she had a hoodie of one. and yes, she was quite fond of the cute creature. )
# water ( the sea, the river, teh pool, any body of water and the liquid itself was something she enjoyed to play around with. )
DISLIKES
# people who can't do something for themselves ( if she saw someone complain in the hunter exams about how they can't possibly win because of the tasks or the sort, she's going to wreck them with words, then her heels. don't whine, just do it because you want to be hunter didn't you? )
# bland food ( she grew up in yogyaharta, a land filled with flavorful food packed with spices and more. she much prefered strong flavors, however she would soldier on bland food if she had to. )
# getting her items marred even the slightest bit ( just because she knew it happened, didn't meean she had to like it. she constantly cleans and fixes it all up as soon as she could, though. )
# cutting her hair ( dad may be a great fashion designer, but a hair designer he was not. ever since then she just couldn't trust the idea of nice hair cuts. )
# winter-like locations ( living in yogyaharta, a tropical island, made her inexperienced in winter environments. however, she stll went through her parents tips for such places and can only hope that the hunter exams wouldn't have her experience such a thing. )
HOBBIES
# ballet
# survival training
# nen training
# fashion design
# weapon smithing
HABITS
# observing others. mainly their outfits and weapons stand out to her first.
# even when she was on flat shoes, she found herself tip-toeing out of habit or trying to make herself taller.
# tugging her hoodie's cap down to make herself more menacing.
# a constant amused smile as her poker face.
# a large, cheshire grin whenever she felt the the thrill of hunting or battles and the sort.
# when she wished to really relax and put ease to herself, she would get into a body of water and chill there. however, she wasn't so vulnerable to make it her weakness.
FEARS
# knowing she could be abandoned was always a strong fear for her. most especially since she knew she was abandoned when she was a baby. knwoing the cruelty of humans, she feared how it would be ike if someone abandoned her when she was older. it's the knowledge of being thrown away but never having been able to remember it that made her worry about it greatly.
# when those she cherished leave her sights, she fought the fear in her that they might never ever come back. ebisu, especially, was the subject of this fear as he travelled out the most. having to rely on his dumb luck to save him never felt so reassuring despite it always working out most times. it's why she antagonized him most for leaving her withs uch insecuurities.
REGULAR BACKPACK
# matches
# bic lighter
# fire striker
# snacks
# map
# wallet
# pencil case
# sketchbook for fashion and design ideas.
HUNTER BACKPACK
# first aid kit
# compass
# bow saw
# extra clothing for just in case
# cordage
# water bottle
QUOTES
# someone complains the task is too difficult "well then, why don't you just drop out already? you're ing is really disturbing the rest of us here who actually want to be hunters."
# someone claiming she was easy to target "oh? you really want to play tha game? sorry honey, but i'm the one on killer heels that can stab you in the crotch here. so you better be careful of what you say."
# "i came here to win, be a god damn hunter, and none of you es will stop me."
TRIVIA
# her ribbon was a gift from ebisu who honestly had nothing for her when he returned to gift her for her birthday. for once, his luck was not with him when he tried to get her something, only being able to hand her a simple blue ribbon. however, she loved it because she knew he tried his best. ever since then, it's been with her. and anyone who tried to snatch it from her will get their dignity snatched away.
# she was a master at balancing. have you seen her heels?? she could run on those monsters with ease.
#she usually towers over everyone because of the heels and it definitely makes her more smug.
# her goal is to make a full outfit that was weaponized and fashionable. she was even eager to weaponize a purse.
# she also typically had a thigh survival knife holster. that is if she was out to go hunting, ususally.
# in her pockets, she had survival water filters, flashlight and a compass.
# her bags were designed by her dad of course, a backpack being for her hunter item and a sling bag for her regular items.
3 IDIOT DADS
a cowardly hunter, a responsible weapons smith, and a sly fashion designer/hunter. those were her ma, pa and dad.
adonis was who took her in. the one who she adored most frankly. he was the one she couldn't help but always be true and affectionate with. seeing her with adonis was like actually seeing a precious daughter with her father. shy smiles, multiple attempts to return the gifts he gave her to him. if there was someone she was willing to share, it was with him. always more like a lovable, playful child who did have moments where they sass each other out of fun. they even made clothes for each other, and she tends to wear that more than anything else.
tvastar was the one who was most present in her life. the weapon smith who taught her all that he knew of weapons. he was strict and made sure she remained disciplined, even if he was quite weak whenever she played the daughter card to the max. however, knowing how necessary it was, she did not abuse it unless necessarry ( like making him teach her more cool tricks to make weapons ).
ebisu was the one she had a cat and dog relationship with, always throwing savage comments at each other that would hurt others but never doing any scarring effect to each other, a call out of reality were what they were to each other. however, deep down, they cherished each other. he always made sure to come back from his hunts, a story and gift for her prepared. she always made sure to hope, and with his return would be the rare hugs she gave him followed up with an insult without bite.
adonis was who took her in. the one who she adored most frankly. he was the one she couldn't help but always be true and affectionate with. seeing her with adonis was like actually seeing a precious daughter with her father. shy smiles, multiple attempts to return the gifts he gave her to him. if there was someone she was willing to share, it was with him. always more like a lovable, playful child who did have moments where they sass each other out of fun. they even made clothes for each other, and she tends to wear that more than anything else.
tvastar was the one who was most present in her life. the weapon smith who taught her all that he knew of weapons. he was strict and made sure she remained disciplined, even if he was quite weak whenever she played the daughter card to the max. however, knowing how necessary it was, she did not abuse it unless necessarry ( like making him teach her more cool tricks to make weapons ).
ebisu was the one she had a cat and dog relationship with, always throwing savage comments at each other that would hurt others but never doing any scarring effect to each other, a call out of reality were what they were to each other. however, deep down, they cherished each other. he always made sure to come back from his hunts, a story and gift for her prepared. she always made sure to hope, and with his return would be the rare hugs she gave him followed up with an insult without bite.
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their my dads. so you can screw off because no one insults my stupid dads but me. capiche?
THE DOLL
the impression of lunula which she had was a porcelain doll. a cold child, one who walked with professional steps and silence to her actions. kirebuki was never deterred by such a thing, instead slightly fascinated by it all.
however, being a withdrawn person herself, she didn't ever try anything much to interact with her. when she's in the mood, she'd call her out enough, but more often than not, she left her alone.
however, being a withdrawn person herself, she didn't ever try anything much to interact with her. when she's in the mood, she'd call her out enough, but more often than not, she left her alone.
❞
little doll, how are you again? as cold as ever i see. just don't bother me, though, wouldn't want that pretty face to get bloodied.
PEASANT CRSHR
many would not catch the man for more than just the quiet one in white. however, she learned long ago of how people present themselves. it's hard to hide how sharp one's eyes were, and the man wasn't even hiding his confidence. briefly interested, briefly bored, always antagonistic—the woman confronts him. with confidence to her steps, a lack of fear, and a light smirk in place, she stated. "you look like you're here to crush peasants."
the shock she saw in him made her smirk wider. a little bit of a banter and she managed to draw some words out of him. she also knew he was eyeing her shoes, but a gut feeling told her to not threaten the man simply because it would be more of an incentive than a way to push him away.
in the end, to her, mr. white was an individual to look out for. she could care less what he'd do to others, but if he tried to think he can crush her like everybody else...well, the heels weren't just for show.
the shock she saw in him made her smirk wider. a little bit of a banter and she managed to draw some words out of him. she also knew he was eyeing her shoes, but a gut feeling told her to not threaten the man simply because it would be more of an incentive than a way to push him away.
in the end, to her, mr. white was an individual to look out for. she could care less what he'd do to others, but if he tried to think he can crush her like everybody else...well, the heels weren't just for show.
❞
do you just get off on crushing peasants? i'm not one to judge but that's kind of lame seeing that you're still here and is nothing.
NICKNAMES
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❞
here's a quote here about the other and it's about some lines i guess. like just about one, two, three, four, five, six, the best one.
dance, my QUEEN
AURA TYPE traner
FAVORED TECHNIQUES
# shu
due to being someone who had decided to focus on her weapon that was her terrifying heels, she made sure to master shu. it was her best technique, and one she could do for long periods of time. it was safe to say that those heels were literall a part of her in terms of nen.
# ko
having a fighting style that mainly revolved around her feet, she learned ko in order to put the maximum output of power she could muster into her kicks. obviously, to survive in fights with her, one must avoid these devastating hits.
# ryu
the upgrade of ko as it didn't leave her as defenseless as ko could. she preferred using this nowadays more so than ko due to the extra defense. there's never such a thing as being too cautious in her books.
NEN ABILITIES / HATSU
# water manipulation ( tranation )
the manipualtion of water was an ability she had by traning her aura to water. due to the versatile element, she could use it for various purposes. such as a shield, javellins, ropes, or more. she mostly liked to use her water manipulation to prevent them from breathing by making a water orb to cover their head, or tie them up with her water binds before kicking them, which will more often than not, knock them out.
# water armor ( tranation, enhancement )
a fortified water armor around her that enhanced her strength and durability greatly. however, it's much easier to focus on one limb rather than cover herself fully.
# salt water manipulation ( tranation )
she's capable of traning her aura to that of salt water, like the sea. due to her use of bladed weaponry, cutting people up and covering their wounds with the salt water can agitate her opponent and increase a sense of discomfort.
# water bullets, javellins, ropes, and more ( tranation, emission )
not her strongest skill, still more comortable to use her nen when it's attached to her. however, she was capable of being able to shoot at enemies with water projectiles and even make ropes away from her.
HUNTING STYLE
there's no doubt of her prowess as a fighter. an offensive player that could hit hard. someone ready to fight beasts, just like her dad did so that one could grab their silk or gain special materials for fashion or weapon smithing. she was also one to be ready to survive for long periods of times even in wilderness. currently more geared to long term hunts and fighting creatures.
SPECIALIZATION
fashion and weapon designer hunter; a hunter who sought for materials that could be used for weaponry and fashion, as well as seeking for anything related it such as old weapons or outfits that could be found iin ruins and the like.
FAVORED TECHNIQUES
# shu
due to being someone who had decided to focus on her weapon that was her terrifying heels, she made sure to master shu. it was her best technique, and one she could do for long periods of time. it was safe to say that those heels were literall a part of her in terms of nen.
# ko
having a fighting style that mainly revolved around her feet, she learned ko in order to put the maximum output of power she could muster into her kicks. obviously, to survive in fights with her, one must avoid these devastating hits.
# ryu
the upgrade of ko as it didn't leave her as defenseless as ko could. she preferred using this nowadays more so than ko due to the extra defense. there's never such a thing as being too cautious in her books.
NEN ABILITIES / HATSU
# water manipulation ( tranation )
the manipualtion of water was an ability she had by traning her aura to water. due to the versatile element, she could use it for various purposes. such as a shield, javellins, ropes, or more. she mostly liked to use her water manipulation to prevent them from breathing by making a water orb to cover their head, or tie them up with her water binds before kicking them, which will more often than not, knock them out.
# water armor ( tranation, enhancement )
a fortified water armor around her that enhanced her strength and durability greatly. however, it's much easier to focus on one limb rather than cover herself fully.
# salt water manipulation ( tranation )
she's capable of traning her aura to that of salt water, like the sea. due to her use of bladed weaponry, cutting people up and covering their wounds with the salt water can agitate her opponent and increase a sense of discomfort.
# water bullets, javellins, ropes, and more ( tranation, emission )
not her strongest skill, still more comortable to use her nen when it's attached to her. however, she was capable of being able to shoot at enemies with water projectiles and even make ropes away from her.
HUNTING STYLE
there's no doubt of her prowess as a fighter. an offensive player that could hit hard. someone ready to fight beasts, just like her dad did so that one could grab their silk or gain special materials for fashion or weapon smithing. she was also one to be ready to survive for long periods of times even in wilderness. currently more geared to long term hunts and fighting creatures.
SPECIALIZATION
fashion and weapon designer hunter; a hunter who sought for materials that could be used for weaponry and fashion, as well as seeking for anything related it such as old weapons or outfits that could be found iin ruins and the like.
COMMENTS
had to quickly code this out so i can just copy and paste everything else oof. a lot of hidden scrolls. turns out that was uneccessary but hey, i got things done. my literal inspo for this was the picture of the three idiot dads that made them a thing, summer meltlilith, and og meltlilith's killer heels. also i forgot most of my hunter x hnter knowledge so rip me if i messed up some stuff bc of it.
ARC REQUESTS
# more of a scene, but verbal takedowns courtesy of kirebuki.
# pirouette kick to someone's face, thnks.
# someone who could befriend this woman and be a part of her cherished ones.
# the 3 idiot dads making an appearance.
# more for later orz
had to quickly code this out so i can just copy and paste everything else oof. a lot of hidden scrolls. turns out that was uneccessary but hey, i got things done. my literal inspo for this was the picture of the three idiot dads that made them a thing, summer meltlilith, and og meltlilith's killer heels. also i forgot most of my hunter x hnter knowledge so rip me if i messed up some stuff bc of it.
ARC REQUESTS
# more of a scene, but verbal takedowns courtesy of kirebuki.
# pirouette kick to someone's face, thnks.
# someone who could befriend this woman and be a part of her cherished ones.
# the 3 idiot dads making an appearance.
# more for later orz
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