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Name: Kaori of Eden(?)

Age:  Awake 378, total 4,578

Gender: Female

Animal Form: "Da Serpant of Eden"

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Weapon: N/A.

Appearance: Kaori is 5'3" biatch wit pale silky skin, auburn hair, n' bright red eyes. Despite her off tha hook age, Kaori looks like young, bein able ta pass as a biatch up in her early twenties, or if dat biiiiatch willin ta act, a late teen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Kaori generally dresses up in classy threadz, trippin' off nuff shadez of red, though she'll wear almost anythang if dat dunkadelic hoe tryin ta play a cold-ass lil certain part.

Personality: Kaori loves discord. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Particularly tha kind between two playas dat ludd each other straight-up much. While her goal holdz tha forefront of her interest, dat biiiiatch will quickly, n' wit much joy sweep up, n' divide mah playas dat thugged-out biiiatch can from they allies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Most of tha time dis will involve her applyin a gangbangin' forked tongue ta da most thugged-out ambitious, or weak minded of tha group. With any luck they will all fall apart. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She, as well, possesses a pimped out pride, n' while she views other peoplez disses as tha prattlin of a inferior form of game, when her pride is wounded dat thug becomes tha centa of her wack ambition, n' may be counted among tha suckaz of her next deviation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. All up in all Kaori is driven by a twisted curiositizzle dat aint quenched until one of mah thugs somewhere has suffered up in a funky-ass brand freshly smoked up never before peeped way, n' entertains tha scam dat her ass is bein virtuous up in lettin dem co-operate up in her machinations fo' realz. As far as her ass is concerned her ass is straight-up altruistic.

   On tha subject of combat, Kaori views it as a game. While her ass is far from afraid of conflict, she probably findz fightin beneath her muthafuckin ass, preferrin ta organize others, pittin dem against one another n' shit. In a way, if dat freaky freaky biatch has ta resort ta combat dat freaky freaky biatch has come too close ta losin tha game.

Likes: Creatin deep inner conflicts, beatin tha livin shiznit outta thangz of underground value ta others, seein what tha fuck other playas think, children, Demon Weapon(fascinated wit them)

Dislikes: Muthafuckas lackin manners/respect, witchez of any breed or origins, bein manipulated  

History: There is dem playas whoz ass say Kaori was a thugged-out descendant from tha same crew of snakes dat lead ta tha fall of man-kind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! That dis witch was simply born wit venom all up in tha tip of her tongue. Da title was suttin' dat she gots though.

Kaori started doin thangs tha fuck into a matriarchal society, wit a phat soul, n' a quick grasp of tha magic available fo' her ta run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her talents afforded her mo' enemies her dope ass didn't make, then dem her dope ass done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And when tha time came fo' her ta find a suitor, dat shiznit was no wonder dat biiiiatch wouldn't be able ta hide anythang bout tha man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da jealous thugz of her hood was far ta willin ta fuck up her ta allow dis shiznit yo. Her homeboy would be one of tha exceptionally rare thug witches. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Somethang dat was not allowed up in dis place cuz of tha biatch leadership. Dat shiznit was only afta havin two phat daughters, n' a lil hustla dat they would be discovered.

Afta a meetin of tha village, dat shiznit was decided dat Kaori must bust a cap up in her crew as punishment fo' her treason. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. If her dope ass didn't, they would hook up a much wacker, n' much slower dirtnap. Kaori administered a quick dirtnap ta each of her crew thugz up in front of tha entire village. But her punishment wasn't over n' shit. Kaori was cursed so dat her ass could not sustain itself. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch would passively feed on tha bangin emotionz of others keepin her own ass intact wit tha juice. This would grant her longevity, n' assured dat all of her loved ones would take a thugged-out dirtnap before her n' shit. Kaoriz ass was engulfed wit fear, hatred, sorrow, n' humiliation.

A brand freshly smoked up ambizzle lead her ta unite a massive cult of humans ta lead on her own kind under tha pretenses dat dat biiiiatch would save dem from annihilation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In secret dat biiiiatch would gorge her muthafuckin ass on her followers, convertin they vital essence tha fuck into tha immense juice dat biiiiatch would lead against tha witches. Despite tha juice dat freaky freaky biatch had acquired, n' outnumberin her quarry six ta one, beatin tha livin piss outta tha witches up in they home proved ta be a gangbangin' fools errand reflectin her pride instead of her valor.

Da witches dropped months tryin ta dispatch they forma aggressor, n' had no knowledge dat dat shiznit was a wanin strength absorbed by her followers dat protected her from there dopest efforts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. With tha knowledge of her time limited juice known only ta her muthafuckin ass, tha witches decided ta find a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different way ta remove her from tha playin field. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They erected, n' sealed her in, a giant sigil of immense juice n' shit. This sigil was designed ta not only hold her indefinitely yo, but drain her abilitizzles until such a time dat dat thugged-out biiiatch could be destroyed by her own brethren. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da only problem was, it never happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was forgotten up in tha ground fo' whoz ass knows how tha fuck long, tha juice from any passers by barely sustainin her ass. Decades past, n' not a single heartbeat was produced by her body. Finally tha sigil fuckin started ta show tha weaknizz of its age. Fate had drawn a kishin egg ta tha crib. Da fightin dat would ensue busted out enough latent juice ta finally break tha seal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Like a outdated light-bulb shortin out. Released from tha juice of tha seal, Kaori would have reeled up in tha pain from her first heartbeat up in centuries was it not fo' tha well packed dirt beneath her n' shit. Clawin her way ta tha surface, she gasped fo' air yo. Her lungs cried up in fo' her ta stop, as her body sputtered ta game, n' her mind fought ta KNOW tha thang. But a gangbangin' fuck up had occurred. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! In all of her waiting, her origins had become lil mo' than a funky-ass blur, n' dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn't be shizzle why she'd capped her loved one's. Only fiery emotions remained, all callin up fo' her revenge.

Turnin ta tha pair dat busted out her, she extended a hand up in props. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was struck wit surprise as dat biiiiatch witnessed her first weapon transformation yo, but mo' than that, they didn't have tha common decency ta give her a name before they fuckin started a gangbangin' futile attempt ta bust a cap up in her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sweepin dem ta tha side, her dope ass decided it dopest not ta waste her first conquest on dis dishonorable pair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Instead da thug would delve tha fuck into they memories, jackin all dat thugged-out biiiatch could. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch would discovered a plethora of thangs fo' realz. Alphabetical systems dat gave way ta dope piecez of literature, gasses fed all up in tubes ta give game ta tha machinez of tha ghetto, n' wavelengths dat bust pictures all up in tha air ta step tha fuck up in every last muthafuckin human dwelling. Da spells possessed by witchz once measured up in a precious few thousand now measure up in tha millions. Perhaps da most thugged-out blingin thang she hustled, waz of tha witch Arachne, n' her creation of these Demon Weapons, or like dat tha pimped out one Shinigami, would manage ta stop her kind where dat thugged-out biiiatch could not, n' go on ta five-o tha ghetto under some ruse of peace. That tha bein now regarded as Lord Dirtnap somehow managed ta remove his own fear, n' mold it tha fuck into a funky-ass breathang thang, only ta skin it kickin it biaaatch! But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn't help but remark upon how tha fuck pathetic dat these bangin beings have only eva smoked 99 kishin souls, n' one witch ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch would recommend a freshly smoked up thesis. One dat would make godz mad wit envy, n' tha ghetto shake wit fear playa! What do YOU be thinkin happens when you feed a weapon 99 witch souls, n' one Shinigami?


Spells:

Scourge of Eden This allows Kaori ta influence tha madnizz within others. This means dat dat thugged-out biiiatch can feed it, numb it, or awaken dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch cannot introduce madnizz tha fuck into one of mah thugs, or amplify it ta high levels up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass short period yo, but over time she may cause dope growth, or degeneration. N/A
Memory Dive If Kaori be able ta incapacitate one of mah thugs, dat thugged-out biiiatch can enta they memories, n' loot shiznit of any kind from em. This don't allow her ta loot they talent wit a skill/spell yo, but will provide her insight on it, n' how tha fuck it works. If her big-ass booty stays up in dis spell too long, or if tha spell is cut off by a outside force, Kaori risks temporarily borrowin part of dat peeps personalitizzle fo' her own. N/A
Implant thoughts As tha name implies, dis allows Kaori ta implant a thought tha fuck into one of mah thugss head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da personz mind will naturally try, n' justify it yo, but if it is outside of they nature, it will likely be disregarded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! If Kaori is given enough time wit a person, n' don't blow her cover, dat thugged-out biiiatch can generally ease dem tha fuck into any thought process dat biiiiatch wants, though how tha fuck much time dis will take is entirely dependent on tha person. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This spell can be use while sustainin ass protect. Kaori may use dis mobilitizzle ta turn a peeps trip tha fuck into her own underground playground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch may not be able ta bust a cap up in one of mah thugs wit dis yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch can cause dem nuff chillless nights, n' drive dem tha fuck into madnizz all up in chill deprivation fo' fear of trips dat feel as real as any game. N/A
Cinders This be a sort of pyro-kenisis dat revolves straight fuckin round mixin ash, smoke, n' fire together.


   Barrier of Fire: Creates a wall, circle, of dome of fire ta trap foes up in tha fight wit Kaori.
   Ash Cloud: Kaori can quickly fill a area smoke, n' ash dat can suffocate, or blind a opponent. This is generally combined wit tha Fire Dome ta incapacitate one of mah thugz of interest, n' capture em.
   Dis-corporate: This converts Kaori tha fuck into a cold-ass lil cloud of ash, n' allows her ta move up ta 10 metas before reforming. This is generally ta escape from bonds, n' has a 3 post cool-down.
   Cinders: This be a bitch ass gout of fire, cinders, or flamin ash dat extendz up ta 30 metas away.


Melt Flesh


Other:

-Kaori has no real connections ta tha "Serpant of Eden" other than havin adopted tha form of snake fo' realz. Any connections made is straight-up just ghetto hype dat has gone ta far over tha nuff years.

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