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Kit

There is no light without the dark.

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a character in “Broken Balances || The Seven Seals”, as played by TheLittleWitch

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β€œThere is no light without a little dark.”



Full Name: Kitsumie Hinnamori
Nickname: Kit


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Gender: Female

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Age: 25


Being: Human
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Sexual Orientation: bisexual

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Height: 5 foot 6 inches

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Weight: 120 lbs


Tattoos: flower tattoos all over her back and right leg


Oddities: (to be revealed)


Personality: Kit is shy and a bit introverted. She feels invisible but that is partially her own fault. She doesn't like to be touched and doesn't speak much in front of people she doesn't know. She is very loyal to those close to her and will try her hardest to keep her loved ones safe.


History: Kit grew up in an orphanage and when she was finally old enough to leave she had no where to go. She lived on the streets for a while and then finally got a job and has been living in a hostile for a while. Kit has been working hard and saving up money to get her own place. She doesn't know much about her history or family because they all died when she was very young. She was told thy died in a car wreck.


Abilities: N/A



Weaknesses: closed doors, being confined in tight spaces.


Dislikes/Hates: Kit hates the dark, she also hates being lied to.


Likes/Loves: honesty, art, music, being outside, and flowers.

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So begins...

Kit's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Alder Volke Character Portrait: Neil Verdure Character Portrait: Utane Masami Character Portrait: Levinia Tempest Character Portrait: Kit
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The first thing to return is your hearing - but there is nothing to hear except dead silence. If you wait for a while, however, you might hear the faintest of sighs as the others breathe. Your head is spinning. Questions like where am I, whats going on, and why is the bed so cold remain unanswered. Next to return is your sense of feel. The cold, hard surface suddenly makes sense. A stone floor. You blink open your eyes.

... A library? High shelves, filled with ancient books; the scent of dust; windows high above your head. Definitely a library. But how in the seven hells did you get to a library? The last thing you remember was falling asleep at wherever your home base may be, nice and comfy under the covers. But the misty quality the sunlight pouring through antiqued stained glass gave the place blurred the world around you more than it should. A dream then. None the matter, however, because you shouldn't be here. Dreams are vague recollections, scrambled creations of the mind. You have never been here, there truly is no place similar; not even on TV. The air is light and full of oxygen; but it's more than that. As your eyes cut around the room, you feel something quite strange about the place, something you have never felt before. As if it was the center of... something. Something important. No. It wasn't just the place. It was the people inside it, too.

You look around, seeing people beginning to wake around you. All are different. Different nationalities, different dispositions as their eyes dart around, searching, feeling the same strange power moving through the air that you do... and you realize they just might be like you. Is that the reason you're here? You've always felt different. Perhaps it was something you noticed. That you viewed the world differently, saw that good can be just as corrupting as dark. Others, the few who could see just how dark the world is, didn't realize that it went further. And maybe it was more. That you aren't quite as human as the rest. You can do
more.

Right so you're in a dream library, which seems to be some kind of center for the source of weird inhuman stuff power you can do, which seems to be stronger in the presence of these people who collectively disturb the currents. Ok then... what the heck are you supposed to do about it??

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Character Portrait: Alder Volke Character Portrait: Neil Verdure Character Portrait: Utane Masami Character Portrait: Levinia Tempest Character Portrait: Kit Character Portrait: Sera Melike
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Alder blinked a bit, clearing the sleep out of his eyes... And realized that this was NOT the bed of that indie girl who had fallen for his animal magnetism. Rolling up into a haunched position, he stretched out ala wolf on a sunny day and stood up, his rather large frame becoming apparent to all others as he blocked out much of the light, his silhouette almost looking like it had canine ears and a tail, a beast ready to strike...

"Hey dere, everyvone!!" he said with a smile on his face and his Russki accent, instantly ruining the totally awesome setup I had going for him. Nevermind, I didn't expect to win this one anyways. "My name eez Alder Volke! How are all yoo today?" The choppy language made it clear that he wasn't used to speaking, despite there obviously being something in place so they could all understand each other. "Also, which you take me from pretty girl's bed? It warm and not leave me stiff!" He didn't catch the double entendre. As he spoke, his eyes danced around the room, instantly registering everyone and recognizing none of them. The blue-haired girl, however... "You sister or something?" he asked, tilting his head and pointing at his own azure hair.

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"Hey dere, everyvone!! My name eez Alder Volke! How are all yoo today?"

Utane had plenty experience with rude awakenings, more than she would ever have liked within her lifetime. However, this one topped the list. The blonde snapped awake, nearly bashing her head against a turned over desk right beside her. The voice which had just previously called out echoing across the dilapidated aisles of what appeared to be an old library. She quickly glanced around the room from her propped up position and noticed that it was not just her their, nor was it just her and the bulking man with the loud voice. Slowly counting off the bodies which she could see, there had to be at least ten of them. It appeared that, herself included, there were three people already up while the rest were still presumably unconscious.

She noticed the massive figure of the man, Alder Volke as he so eloquently introduced himself, walk towards the other female who was already scanning the shelves, bookshelves to be precise. It appeared that they had not noticed her having awoken just yet, to which she let out a very frail, silent sigh of relief. She knew nothing of any person in this room, and any one of them could very well be the person to which had placed them there. After all, she knew she never would come to such an age-old building as this through her own volition; rather, she'd never be allowed to go anyone on her own.

She recalled the end of a recital, herself walking off the stage into a dressing room. She remembered taking a nap, but... the rest from that is just fuzz. Shaking her head, she noticed her hand making a, rather habitual, grabbing motion but finding nothing. As one gets from noticing something important is missing, her heart rate shot up. Where is it...? She thought to herself, her eyes frantically darting across the room. It wasn't long before she found the case, hard to miss something that was decked with a bright yellow, which held her violin. However, it was well out of her reach, on the top of a shelf, just inches out of her reach.

She could definitely reach it, had she even the slightest boost, but even the desk just beside her looked as though it would give way if she so much as leaned on it. With about as much grace as a five year old, she ripped a coupled of books from the shelf nearest to her and through them across the room, the sound of them making contact with the wall echoing before landing on the ground. "The heck is this?" She muttered to herself. "The possibility of a kidnapping is at an all time high, but there's no motive. Sure, maybe I have some small amount of popularity, but I don't know any of this people. It just doesn't make any sense!" She barely raised her voice over a mutter. Like she said, she didn't know any of these people. Not to mention that there was this air of... uneasiness in the room. As though she were surrounded by people who could, for better or worse, do a lot of damage.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Alder Volke Character Portrait: Neil Verdure Character Portrait: Utane Masami Character Portrait: Levinia Tempest Character Portrait: Kit
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Her arm was asleep, that was what woke Levinia. Not the noise or the crashing sounds, but the annoying tingly sensation in her arm. Slowly she flipped over to her back and opened her eyes the celling that greeted her was unfamiliar and when she thought about it the ground was hard as well. "Wrong. . . this is all wrong." sitting up she continued to try and work the feeling out of her arm. There were people milling about, some were still passed out as she had been, and still yet the sounds of running footsteps could be heard further into what was a library. A beautiful library in her opinion but still she had never been here and she knew none of these people so exploring was out of the question.

Once her arm had returned to normal circulation she could finally focus on the intensity of the energies around her. Her body practically vibrated from the flow of electricity she was picking up. "Ugh, it's too much." she said shaking her hands allowing little sparks to fall to the floor. Immediately she clenched her hands into fists. "Ah I better be careful, no need to set the place on fire or something.

Levinia stood and dusted off her skirt then cleared her throat. "Excuse me but does anyone know what the seven hells is going on here!?" her words echoed a bit through the library as she addressed those of the her fellow captives who were awake. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out and maybe they had seen or heard something that she hadn't. Either way she wanted to get back home and she hoped that her roommate wouldn't notice she'd been gone, it might freak her out just a little if she up and vanished.

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Character Portrait: Alder Volke Character Portrait: Neil Verdure Character Portrait: Utane Masami Character Portrait: Levinia Tempest Character Portrait: Kit Character Portrait: Sera Melike
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Day 1...?

After running around a bit more while searching for an escape route...no, apparently other people know my character better than I do, so I guess I must disregard my previous posts and written personality from now on and conform to what they write, since it seems only smart people trip over books and fall on their faces. No, I suppose I must be content with having my character running straight into a bookcase like she can't see a goddamn thing.

After running around while screaming in terror nonstop and crashing into shelves repeatedly, the blue-haired girl finally had to accept that she was completely out of ideas on what to do next. While that green-haired man in the fedora had been carrying something yellow that was definitely not a book, she hadn't seen anything else on the shelves that wasn't a book.

When she passed that place where the books had been thrown against the shelves agaub, she noticed the bricks that made up the wall were cracked and breaking down. But the idea of hurling herself against stone wasn't appealing in the slightest.

Worst of all, the air is incredibly dry here...I can't use those abilities now...unless I were to cut peoples' bodies open and use their blood, but that's a terrible idea. It was almost laughable...there was some kind of strange power filling this room; she could clearly sense it. However, in here, where the air was dry and unwelcoming, Sera Melike was just a completely normal girl.

Still, as Sera caught her breath again, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Being watched by someone with very, very bad intentions. But before she could think about dealing with that sensation...

"Excuse me, but does anyone know what the seven hells is going on here!?"

Perking up, the girl recognized the voice which echoed through the library. She's awake? No, wait...is that really her, though? Am I still dreaming? Standing up straight again, she ran back towards the center of the library. Surely enough, that pink-haired girl was standing up and looking around, as if impatient.

However, Sera slowed down as she got closer to the group, and she was deliberately trying not to look at an of them now. Eventually, her feet completely halted just behind a shelf, still mostly obscured by its shadow. "...Levinia?" she called tentatively, her voice coming out unusually quietly. "Are you..."

Sera's voice trailed off when she saw it. For a moment, faint lights appeared around Levinia's hands and drifted down to the floor. Those were sparks, weren't they? But then, didn't that mean...

"...you have that sort of power, too?" she finally asked, looking utterly astonished at this.

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"Allow me."

Never in her life did Utane expect that two simple words would prove surprising. Nonetheless, she could not prevent giving a small leap at the sudden words coming from the rather tall male who was now at her side, reaching up towards the violin case that had been just out of her reach. As she received the case from the man, she quickly did a profiling of him. He was very tall, six-foot-something to say the least, and seemed to have the fondness for dark clothing which vividly contrasted with the unusual green that was his hair, just barely peeking from beneath a fedora. In other terms, he looked like a high-class individual.

"Ah... thanks." Utane said, showing a small smile. However, she couldn't hold that smile for more than several seconds. After all, this man was probably expecting her to pay him back with something later on; that's just how the world works in the end. She quickly unclasped the case and inspected the instrument within. She carefully scanned the bow, ensuring that nothing was wrong with it, before she began to pluck at each string of the violin to ensure none of it was out of tune. For the most part, it seemed to be undamaged and it appeared to playing the notes just fine. Coming to such a conclusion, Utane allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief. Had it been damaged in any way... well, she'd rather not think about it.

Putting the violin back into its case, she turned towards the green-haired male who had helped her just moments ago. "I suppose we should awaken the rest of them before we find some answers..." She heard him say as he knelt down next to another person. Utane replied with a slight nod. It will probably be better for us to have a discussion about our current predicament when everyone is awake, but... She couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh upon looking towards the rest of the people. Either the people here were still asleep or making a right mess of the place. Well, as messy as one could make an already dilapidated building, that is.

"With how animated and jumpy everyone is at the moment, I doubt we'd be able to learn anything that can't be observed with our own eyes." She stated, clutching her violin case against her chest. Just then, a sudden small flash of light appeared just barely within her peripherals. She tilted her head a bit towards the source, finding none but another girl whom, from the looks of it, is in some way related to the blue haired girl. Prior to said girl, who mysteriously didn't appear to have something that could produce a spark, asking for explanation on their current situation, she just barely caught part of the blue-haired girl's sentence.

"...sort of power, too?" It was just the ending of the sentence, so Utane had no idea what the context for such an inquiry could have been, but she figured she would be confused nonetheless. "Power...?" She muttered aloud, addressing no one in particular, "What's that supposed to mean, exactly...?" Perhaps they had meant the word with a more lose meaning? Perhaps just the idea of a specific skill or ability with academics or the likes?

In the end, Utane quickly dismissed the thought. As things were right now, what those two were discussing was not a priority topic. First of all it was important to figure out why she was put there and how she would leave. However, it was quite the racket that was being produced. Most of the people, save for a few, were awake and bustling about on their own accord. With those people now awake, she couldn't help but feel a strange air in the room. If she were to put it to words, it was as though the room would explode from raw power at any second, but she knew not the reason for such a thing.

Utane turned back to the green-haired male from earlier, "I'm no expert at... social conventions," she blatantly lied, "How are we to approach such a vulgar situation, Mister Green?"


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Standing from his crouched position, Neil stretched slightly on his elevation upward to his full height. It was, after all, quite a long way. More people were beginning to wake and assess their surroundings in ways as different as hair colors seemed to be in the amassed group.

"Excuse me, but does anyone know what the seven hells is going on here!?" Another extravagant-colored head of hair awoke and entered the fray. Blue, pink, a raven-haired woman apart from the rest briefly studying Neil and the young yellow-locked acquaintance, and of course, Neil's vibrant green hair as well. It was all rath---

His peripherals caught the slightly insignificant flash that left the fingers of the woman with pink hair. Did she just...? His eyes studied those around closer and and reached out through the ground, feeling for that energy that sustained all things living. That energy that "Power...?" The young woman's word jolted him from his daze and his brow furrowed with a frown. Not at her assumption, that he knew something of all to well, but something was....wrong. Neil couldn't feel it. It still felt like if he tried, the act would obey, but the lack of actual feeling....

"I'm no expert at... social conventions," the young miss continued, "How are we to approach such a vulgar situation, Mister Green?"

At that, his grin shone through his thought process. "Mr. Green, huh? I like it." The smile that he presented was one of genuine emotion, he liked the sound of 'we', but he had a theory there was little basis to it in the room... "I believe we should test a theory I have."

Books lay everywhere in the room, and plucking one from the shelves, he hefted it slightly. Decent weight, not too thick. Brushing his finger along the spine, the same lack luster feeling, or lack there of, greeted his nerves. His eyes scanned the room once again, trailing the shafts of light as they poured into the room, pooling the floors and shelves, and extending back up to the windows. Closing one eye to block the images of the other windows spanning the room, he examined one, shifted his gaze to the next, and continued down the line. Odd.... Measuring the book's weight once more, he removed one of the two of his belts and wrapped the book in it to keep it closed. Reeling back, he stepped forward and hurled the book toward the window.

Neil wasn't exactly a professional pitcher, but the book turned over once or twice before smashing into the window, shattering it completely. As the glass shards fell toward the dust-covered floor, Neil closed his eyes for a moment before opening them once more as the sudden shattering broke the less-than-perfect silence. His vision quickly focused upon the window frame once more as the window reformed nearly as fast as it was broken. Neil frowned and ran a finger across the two belt buckles still sitting on his waist. Objects are easy and inconclusive.... Powers and spells are evident in this world, he knew this well, and manipulating objects was one thing, but people...

No doubt drawing a little attention, Neil ignored those around him for a moment more, reaching for the butterfly knife he knew would be waiting for him around the backside of his belt. A few flourishes, and the blade shone in the light of the unshattered windows as he brought the razor sharp edge to his palm. This will be terrible if I'm wrong.... With a quick swipe, he put pressure on his hand as the blade sliced through the soft flesh, revealing the blood underneath. He let out a sigh, as much relief as dismay, as the would began to close.

"I'm good with medicines, but I've never been this good." He stated aloud finally. "Ven como eres, deja como eres," he said to the young woman with yellow hair. "Come as you are, leave as you are....We aren't physically here I believe. Something like a dream perhaps?"

Whatever the case, dream or illusion of some sort, Neil wasn't fond of the game being played for their attention.

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Touch - Warmth. Cold. Sunlight and Stone.

Hearing - Voices, agitated. Something was happening.

Smell - Lots of oxygen and dry particles - dust - in the air. Plenty to burn. Not a place frequented by humans.

That other sense he had. The sixth one. ... ... ... WHAM. The sensation hit him like a ton of bricks, the raging energies churning unseen through the room, too suddenly realized to be differentiated or classified to one being or another, attacking or subdued. The result? Nyma shot straight up, already attempting to stand, and ran face-first into a desk, sprawling him right back onto his back and knocking several stacks of books down and right into his solar plexus.

Nyma blinked. Sight - books, books, stained glass, books, books, books, a few random people, books, books, brick wall and ceiling.

Lots and lots of books.

Was he dead and in Heaven? But, if so, then why was he here? He controlled Fire for the sake of chocolate! Shouldn't he be in Hell? ... ... Maybe it really was Hell? Were all the books blank or something?

Nyma blinked twice, decided he must have a concussion, and grabbed the edge of the desk to pull himself to his feet, hand on his stomach still as he struggled to regain the very important action of breathing, and looked at the... very colorful... people standing scatted around or unconscious on the floor. So. Were the others captives brought by force, or the captors in this situation? Because Nyma sure as heck was sure he wasn't brought here willingly.

"Er - Hello all. My name's Nyma. No, you cannot shorten it to Nim or Nemo. Mind telling me where I am?" He asked in a no-arguing tone. (If you want to know how to pronounce Nyma, I'm adding it to his sheet, because it seems it isn't obvious to others people, like it is to me).

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Alder's ears twitched when he heard someone mention powers. He turned around and gave the earth a quick stomp, causing two rocks to shoot out of the ground and into his hands as he lowered his body to get ready for combat.
"Who ees the power girl? Ees she the one who give me scars?" he asked, his stupid grin now gone and left completely serious. "We have fight to finish!" As no one responded, he dropped the rocks and proceeded to grin sheepishly, laughing a little. "Sorry, long story involving crazy demon woman." he laughed again, while sniffing the air. "But to tell truth, I not know what going on here. Last I remember, I falling asleep in preety girl's bed, and dees place smell like what left after I pull rocks, not natural. I think eet best guess we all dreaming together in communal thought." He sensed that some of them would be surprised at his rather elaborate guess, then explained.

"What? I not eediot, just not used to talkink to other people."