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Meiiri Oshiro

"Why don't you bleed for me, Monster?"

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a character in “Sit, boy!”, as played by SlayerofYaks

Description

Name: Oshiro, Meiiri

Nickname: Ninjou*

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Gender: Female

Age: Depends on which part of her you ask. The Youkai possessing her is several hundred years old, Meiiri’s body is 24 years old, but the Ninjou is only sixteen months old.

Role: The Villain

Species: Human made Youkai

Personality: To make things brief, Meiiri was a sociopath before she managed to manipulate a Youkai to her whims. She was always an expert liar and a manipulative person, even at a young age. Growing up alone didn’t help her already twisted mind. She suffered the abuses of a group of bandits for many years, ending in their inevitable death by her own hands. After her first taste of blood, she began toying with the minds of innocent people around her. She is able to pass for an innocent, trusting person, often in need of friendship and someone to talk to, while secretly she is plotting the demise of her victims. She’s willing to keep up the façade for months, making use of her extreme patience. Using this trick, she managed to convince a Youkai to allow her to live when he took her to devour her. She convinced this Youkai to possess her body, absorbing its power and personality into herself. Her will overpowered the ancient Youkai and she took control of the creature’s spirit, while still maintaining its powers. From this union, Ninjou was born. Every so often Meiiri is overcome by Ninjou, a creature made from the consciousness of the Youkai. It has an insatiable bloodlust and will mercilessly butcher anything that moves. Ninjou doesn’t have much of a personality and hardly speaks anything other than hate-driven insanity. Meiiri can calm her beast within, but will often resign to allowing it to have its way until her body’s energy is spent to keep it in check.

Appearance description: Meiiri can pass for human, as she essentially has two forms. Her original body is a little shorter than average height and she sports shoulder-length dark hair and brown eyes. Her skin is pale and marred with the scars of her Youkai half as well as some from her time with the bandits. She dresses in a faded blue tunic and dark pants, along with a stained black cloak, which she refuses to remove, although she does not always have her hood up to cover her face. The first thing most people notice about Meiiri is that she is barefoot, with scars from her travels stretching up to her mid-calves. The next thing that catches most people’s eyes is the shackles around her wrists and neck. The iron shackles have thick, broken chains that hang down from them and she frequently has to lie to explain their existence, as they can’t be removed by any conventional means.
Ninjou has a very different appearance from Meiiri. When it takes over her body, her pupils narrow to slits and her eyes turn yellow, with the whites of her eyes turning black. Her mouth distorts and widens with large, gnashing teeth meant for ripping apart her victims. Her hands also change in shape, her fingers elongating and her nails becoming diamond-hard needles. Ninjou is hardly ever seen without a healthy amount of blood splattered across its body.


*Meant to be read as ‘bloodshed’

So begins...

Meiiri Oshiro's Story

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I haven’t ‘taken in’ anyone, Holy man.” Katsu barked over his shoulder, refusing to roll over to face the monk as he left the half-demon to sleep on the rooftop. “They’ve intruded upon my little world, I haven’t adopted their troubles. And I won’t make any promises to keep you safe.” His ears swiveled, picking up the sounds from within the small shack. He sighed slightly as he listened to Tahra chat with the humans within. So long as he let the fox follow him about, he had pretty much taken in the lost souls. He could simply abandon them all, leave and find somewhere else to go. However, it seemed more troublesome to have to sneak off in the middle of the night than to stick around and suffer the company of the strange people. Then again, suffering their company was already beginning to try his patience. Six humans and a fox, perfect company for a lazy half-youkai. He sighed heavily, rolling over onto his back and closing his eyes. “Forget it, Fox. Go to sleep. Nothing will get you while I’m on the roof anyway.” He remarked loudly, talking toward the sky, though the thin walls of the shack would allow his voice inside. “I don’t want you tired and cranky in the morning. You’re insufferable when you’re tired.” He glanced upward at the waning moon and closed his eyes. He still had several days before the new moon. Keeping the humans around wouldn’t be a problem until then. Perhaps they could read. That would surely give him reason to keep them around. His eyes snapped open at the strange scent returning to the wind. He sat upright, glancing around in the dark. A figure wandered into town from the forest, a strange low jingling emanating from it each time it took a step. He hopped up to his feet to get a better look. The figure was small for an adult human, although not nearly to Tahra’s scale, which was sized like a small child. The scent drifted across the breeze once more and he recognized the scent.

That person… smells like a corpse.” He muttered under his breath, watching the figure pause at a doorway. The door opened and the figure and the occupant seemed to speak for a moment before the occupant disappeared inside, returning with a small bundle. The figure bowed repeatedly and turned to return to the forest. “Strange…” He hopped down from the rooftop as the jingling figure vanished among the trees. He tapped his fingers against the doorway of the house and the occupant opened the door once more. “What did that person want?” He questioned.

“Ah, Youkai.” The elderly man who answered the door mused, smiling gently. “The young lass wished for some food is all. I gave her a bit I could spare.” Katsu was regarded as an unofficial resident of the village by several of the locals, including this particular old man and his three granddaughters. The half-demon had once saved the youngest from a vermin Youkai, earning the trust of the man. He had only done so because her screams had interrupted his nap, but he wouldn’t actively admit that to what could be a friendly face.

Have you ever seen her before?” Katsu questioned, sniffing the air before him. The smell of a dead body lingered, but the scent of an unfamiliar live human over-powered it greatly. Was she carrying something on her?

“No, Youkai.” He replied. “But she was strange. Poor child had shackles on her wrists, like she escaped from some place. Her cloak was covered in dirt and blood as well.”

Don’t open your door for strangers anymore.” Katsu huffed, shaking his head. “Go to sleep.

“You too, Youkai.” Katsu paced a moment, unsure of what to do. When it seemed that the strange figure wasn’t to return, he walked back to the shack, hopping up onto the rooftop once more.

Too many strange humans at once. This is bothersome. Now I’ll never get to sleep.