Description
Emiko physically appears to be about sixteen, but in actuallity with her years of immortality she is about 150.. Her long black silken hair, left loose, would fall past her knees, but she usually keeps it up, wound in a intricate braid design. Chestnut brown eyes peer out of a wonderfully beautiful face, only marred by an apparent tattoo going from her left eye down to her chin, a design of pink flowers and wines... Another spans from her right shoulder down to over her breast.. Her eyes are aluring, as are her lips and body... all a trap. It is to lure men.. She has since slipped into her old way, how she was when with her family though when trust is acquired, she seems to take on the ways that her wizard father knew best...
Personality
Emiko can be hard to make out as friend or foe, and sometimes it takes others longer to become her friend, get to know her... When Emiko is calm and feels safe, she can be kind, a woman marred by pain and suffering, but always someone worth knowing..
Equipment
Just herself and a few well used (and well maintained) daggers..
History
Emiko was born and only child to a rich and promanent Japanese Mafia family. She grew up hearing stories of all the things her father had done, all the murdering and deals formed over her growing years... She loved her father and mother, and let nothing shatter that bond she held with them... At the age of twelve, in her sleep, she was kidnapped from her bed mysteriously, the guard dogs had not stirred, no servants had seen a strange figure about... and on the morning all in the house were in shock and disbelief. All that was left on her pillow was a note and lock of her dark silken hair... She would never see her home again.
Emiko was raised by her captor, a rather kind wizard who had taken pity on the girl. He had wanted to take her away from a life of violence, but alas so many years of growing up in such an environment proved difficult to reverse. And so, the wizard continued to raise her, teach her trust and kindness, and many talents she had not known she had were brought to the surface. Emiko became beautiful, kind and happy, albeit she had lapses in her mood where she could become violent, but through the years they grew less and less..
She was a good companion, watching the wizard work in his study, always curious at what potions he was concocting, their purposes... She was always there, and up until she was sixteen it had never been a problem.. But she attended a ritual that was dangerous, one the wizard thought he had good control over.. Emiko was there, too close, and the next thing she would remember was a bright flash of topaz colored lights...
When she awoke the wizard, her father for 5 years, was dead upon the floor... And Emiko was gifted (or cursed) with strange power... She had wobbled over to the mage, touching his face in mourning, begging him to come back... But the man was cold, his still youthful face formed into a look of surprise.. The poor girl, lost and heartbroken leaned down to give him a parting kiss, praying his lot in the afterlife was good.. And a strange thing happened. The Mage began to stire, life coming back into his body. Emiko had a special touch, one that could give life.. and take life away. It is a hard gift to handle, especially learning how to control it on her own.. She stayed with her father until he passed of old age, and she, forever youthful, mourned once again before arranging to leave...
So begins...
The beautiful youthful woman, known as Emiko Kayo, gracefully made her way into Gambits bar.... via the side alley exit door. What would such a grande looking woman being doing slumming it in such a unkempt place as that? One answer: Doing something of a nature she would rather not be seen on the streets. She had been purchasing another dagger, the twin to the one already in her possession.. And much like it, it thirsted for freshly shed blood. And so, when it came to payment... the blade had gotten its wish. She knew how not to get blood on her dress, and thus came in looking as if nothing at all had happened..
Emiko Kayo seemed to be drawn immediately to the voices raised in argument, and a smile graced her pink lips. Fighting.... something she had misses when she had been taken from home. It was always entertaining... Moving up to the bar shelifted her pink silk skirts of her kimono so she could sit comfortably, fair hand reaching out to summon a bartender. She did not see the menu, she would rather have another living thing do as she wished. "Green tea and a bowl of rice, soy sauce." she said before waving the man off, who was all to indecent in his gawking at her. "Now, sir." she frowned, eyes dark and dangerous for a moment to scare him off... She turned to watch and listen to the argument, faint smile returning..
Emiko Kayo curled her fingers, tempted to go over and slap him across the face for such a crude remark towards her person... She turned her head away sharply, tapping her fingers, before turning back again, turning in her seat so her who face, and her mark, were visible to him. "You best not speak to me in such a tone peasant.... or my blade might convieniently find its way in a VERY unpleasant place. Am I clear?"
Emiko was silent, for a few minutes as she thought... Start a fight, or not? She looked him over, dark eyes cold and not hinting at anything in her examination of him. He was hurt, what fair fight would that be? "Forget it, you are not worth me wasting any energy on. I believe you should take that kind man's opinion and seek medical attention for your injury. Life should not be wasted.... It is a gift, cherish it." She looked away, was that a hint of hurt in her eyes? She was speaking like her father, not her real father, but the wizard..
Emiko Kayo turned away as her rice and green tea was delivered, did she really need so little sustanence anymore? She tried not to let what he said get to her, taking deep breathes as she bowed her head. Did she reallly look like some concubine...? "Oh father.... what did we do?" she said silently to herself, trying to will her hand to take her eating utensils and eat.
Emiko Kayo was revolted by the man, reaching for a napkin to clean anywhere anything from him had touched her skin and robes. She held her composure, hiding the disgust fairly well. She turned away as her rice and green tea was delivered, did she really need so little sustanence anymore? She tried not to let what he said get to her, taking deep breathes as she bowed her head. Did she reallly look like some concubine...? she tried to will her hand to take her eating utensils and eat. The man was right about her, but she would never come out and admit it.
Emiko Kayo looked at the new stranger who had approached her, her chestnut eyes looking him over with distrust clear on her face. "You may, stranger." she spoke softly for once, before turning to try and eat again. She had far to much things on her mind, like trying to keep her temper in check... and hiding her mark on her face. As she was seated now the only way anyone would see it was if they went before her.
Emiko Kayo was used to this. Growing up in a house, where almost all the family was in the Mafia, if you were not a son, an heir who could take over after the father's passing.... you were payed little interest. Even if you were beautiful. She took the brushing off not too hard, really she wasn't trying to socialize... just trying to drown everything out.
Emiko Kayo took her drinks and meal to a table, far from the rude man and the talking cat. She had hoped coming here would lighten her mood, but it had just made her feel entirely worse off..
Emiko was seated next to Ace, looking deep in thought about something. She always got a faraway look in her eyes, and her fingers would fiddle with the ends of her gloves, pulling them off a little before she would pull them back down, repeating absentmindedly..
Emiko seemed jolted from her thoughts. ¨Hmmm? Oh... Sure. Just... I get thinking about things sometimes. Mainly my family..¨ He brothers, her parents. Not like they had ever treated her overly great, but... she wondered what her life would have been like if she had not been kidnapped and raised by that wizard. If she had not been gifted with these abilities. Would she have married? Had children? How would she have died.. She had looked at the children longingly, but that was as close as she got, watching..
Emiko shook her head, chesnut brown eyes focussing on him finally. ¨No... They are all dead, and their descendants do not know of me. When I disappeared from my home, I disappeared from thr family history..¨ She ixed her gloves again, she always scolded herself for fiddling with them even the slightest..
Emiko blushed, stopping her fiddling and murmering. ¨Sorry, I am just used to keeping my skin hidden as best as possible. I have killed far too many people, it is just a habit I can not seem to shake..¨ She looked down at the gloves, frayed pink silk.. ¨And yes, I am immortal as far as I know... 150 years is a long time. Enough time to watch my family grow, marry, pass on... all things I cannot do.¨
Emiko giggled, an actual genuine giggle. A rare sound to hear coming from her.. ¨Yes, just like you. I am still a teenager at heart, I have just been around far too long. Sometimes I wish I were normal, that things had been different..¨ She tried to hold onto her smile, to not get too down... or she would start fidgeting... a habit she was rather displeased with herself for.
Emiko shook her head. ¨I do not regret this, meeting you, Tora, and everybody. I just... Because of this... this `gift´, I have been unable to.. grow to attached to anybody. I... cannot have what I truely desire to have Ace. And it really kills inside..¨ She shook her head then, to ward off any tears. No, that would not help..
Emiko got that look in her eyes again... ¨I tried that.... but that first time-- It was so hard to say goodbye to him. A young man, from the village my adoptive father raised me.. His name was Jin. He knew about me for years, what I was like... and despite all that, he loved me. And I love him to the last of his days. I do not want to do that again.¨ She was talking about her desire to love someone, to be loved. But she would not go through that again. No matter how tough she seemed, when it came to matters of the heart she was not so strong.
Emiko shook her head, squeeing his hand on her own. ¨I enjoy seeing all the new things, the way life changes, develops.... And meeting new, wonderful people like you. And I am able to do so much more to help people this way. I... I guess it is time to start really living Ace. T-Thanks...¨ She tried not to cry, she really did, but a few tears leaked out, making her feel like a foolish cry baby..
Emiko nodded to Ace. ¨Yes.... after a while, you learn how to put it behind you. But it always stays with you... always.¨ She looked over at Naria, finally hearing mention of immortality. They were talking about her...?
Emiko nodded. ¨I have a very good memory.... and I remember everyone I have met. Everyone that has died. I love life, I live it as best as I can.... but I want things I cannot have.¨
