[/b]: Shiori Ikeda
Nickname: Shi, Kitten
Age: 17 years
Gender: Female
Race: Shape Shifter
Grade: Junior


Play-by: Jamie Chung
Appearance:

Petite and slim at only 5'2" and an average of 85 pounds (severely underweight), Shiori is really a foreign beauty. She has pale skin from days of being locked inside and not seeing the sun. Her facial structure is true to her heritage, with large, expressive eyes, an oval shaped face with a prominent nose. Unlike her Japanese blood though, her lips tend to be a bit fuller and her chin is a bit more defined. But underneath the slim appearance, hidden by long sleeve shirts and pants, are defined collar bones, sharp shoulders, jutting hip bones, and a single leg with withered muscles. On the bad days, her limp is hard to ignore, but most often she barely has one. Her other leg is a picture of perfection, well defined muscles, strong, in order to compensate for the lacking one. But the muscles are too well formed for simple compensation, but rather something more.

As a whole, Shiori is a pretty specimen, but what is so attractive about her is perhaps the mysterious air about her. Not much is known about her. Like why is her hair auburn instead of the traditional black or dark brown of the Japanese. The gold streaks that highlight the locks during summer months only further makes one wonder of her heritage as well as her hazel eyes, a mix of blue, green, and even yellow. Her hair is pin straight with haphazardly cut bangs that flutter about her forehead and into her eyes; it’s almost as if she cuts her own hair. Despite her bony appearance (though she hides it well since no one has commented on her weight in a while), she is appealing with long legs and finely shaped shoulders. She holds her head at a strange tilt, as if listening particularly through one ear. Despite the obvious attraction others might have for her, many are afraid to approach her. There is this dangerous look in her pale eyes, of someone not completely there.

As a shifter, Shiori once possessed the ability to shift into a Blue-winged Leafbird, an exotic song bird. The female bird itself is colored a vibrant green with irridescent blue framing the wings and throat. But, yes, you read correctly, once. Shiori has recently gained the ability to shift back, but it is not easily controlled.

Personality:

Shiori has been diagnosed as suffering from schizoaffective disorder, and thus, is known for having wild mood swings, episode of mania, and long periods of depression.  She's gotten better over the last year at Cry Wolf High, almost to the point where she can function like a normal hormonal teenager if she takes her meds diligently.  Her fits used to result often in self harm or harm to others as she would often lash out for no other reason than she simply could.  Her depression episodes can leave her content to hide in her bedroom for days, even turning away from food as she sleeps the time away.  Once on the fast track to a career in dance, she now turns her frustrations to pens, paper, and even paint when she's feeling daring. She's a being of unpredictable emotions and thoughts. Her sense of inhibition (knowing right and wrong) has been shown to be impaired at times during psychosis episodes.

As a whole, Shiori has a sharp tongue, and while she's content to sit and watch, holds no qualms about putting someone in their place if they piss her off enough.  She gives off an aura of discontent and has a rather impressive resting bitch face that she uses to keep other at bay.  She can be down right mean and vindictive.

Underneath all the piss and vinegar, Shiori is a lost little girl. Never having had a chance to bloom, she doesn't know who she really is and thus her actions, to those who are more observant, often reflect her confusion on how to deal with certain situations. She's learned quickly, showing her intelligence, that if she attacks or something of that nature, whatever is upsetting her is more quickly to leave.  She's one of the few people in the world whose bark is bad enough, but her bite is even worse.

After meeting Shin, Shiori has noticeably become calmer and more stable.  She walks the halls now, no longer looking over her shoulder in paranoia or leering at others to keep their distance.  She still prefers being alone, but Shin has helped her find herself and to enjoy life again.

History:

Shiori Ikeda. A name that in a few short years went far. The cute little Japanese dancer, with her dark hair, mysterious eyes, who danced better than most adults. Shiori Ikeda, the dancer prodigy that specialized in contemporary, but could do anything you wanted her to so long as she heard the song first and decided she could dance to the beat. Shiori Ikeda, known at first to only dance studios, then wowed the world with her stunning duets with Heero Yoshino, the boy from the streets. In two years, she went from mysterious rookie to a partner desired by everyone to the little girl who danced with such passion she could bring tears to one's eyes. She was going to go far. She was a shining star.

Was.

But before I go into the theatrics, let me start at the very beginning.

Life was easy for the Ikedas. Life among the shape shifter community was harsh, so they posed as humans in a world they could rule and prosper in easier. Thus this history shall be told as if she were a simple, normal human.

In turn, life was easy for Shiori. She was everything to her mother. In fact, Shiori basically saved her mother's life before she was even born. You see, Shiori's mother, Sakuya, was only half Japanese. Despite this, she was from a prestigious family. The marriage of Sakuya and Ryuuho was a business one, a merger of companies. But when Sakuya, after five years, failed to conceive, her future was beginning to look grim. She would be disowned by her family and divorced by her husband. When all looked hopeless, Shiori came into existence.

An heir was an heir to her father, despite her being a girl. She grew up spoiled by her mother and was immediately thrust into the business and social world. Her face was plastered on magazines by the time she was done breast feeding. The female heir of one of Japan's leading technology companies. But Shiori had different plans.

At the age of four, things changed. Her mother turned on the TV and a quite catchy tune popped up. Shiori had never heard the song before and yet, even after her mother changed it, Shiori slurred the words back to her mother (she grew up fast, but was a slow learner when it came to speech), the tune perfect and the clapping of her hands in perfect beat. In two years, she further showed her musical talent, though in a different way. The beat of music moved her body in ways nothing else could.

So Shiori, taking classes in order to prepare her for life with advanced technical items, was enrolled in the finest dance school in her home town.

Shiori admits she grew up spoiled. She's not proud of it, but she feels that by being spoiled, she had some control over her future. Despite her obvious genius in dance, she was destined for life behind a desk designing computers and further advancing technology. She felt by being able to get what she asked for, she was controlling something in her life.

Shiori’s secret life as a shape shifter was secretive to even her parents; her parents hadn’t shifted in years, deciding to nearly completely give up their animal sides for their successful lives as humans. Shiori thus had to learn the shifting process on her own. Years of diluted shifting abilities made it hard for her, but what should have been nearly impossible became second nature to her. She felt more at home in her swallow form than she did as a human.

For four years, Shiori made a name for herself locally, juggling classes for her father's business, deciding with her mother just when her face should appear to the public as Ryuuho Ikeda's cold, calculating daughter, or as her dancer's counterpart, the soft, elegant "Swallow", delicate and sensual. She became well known locally for her dance, then her fame moved to across Japan by the time she turned 12. It wasn't until her dance studio pulled Heero Yoshino off the streets and they began dancing together, two perfect meshes of two completely different styles, that she became known to the world. Viewers were astonished with her simple physique. She matured much faster than most, pretty common among the healthy Japanese diet, so you could say she had the body of someone two years older than her real age. Her sharp wit from years of classes for business, her playful banter from years of socializing, and her naivety of her complex relationship with Heero and dance won the public over when she and Heero tried out for a talent show. It was a rather "hole in the wall" show, a show created as a spin-off of the numerous more popular talent shows. They went relatively far, but a fall out between Heero and Shiori, as Heero was sixteen now and ready to move on, during the show lead to a botched dance routine and unfortunately, their spot light ended quickly.

Shiori dropped off the face of the planet for a while, not even appearing as her father's daughter. Then her face was all over the news, at least in Japan. A brutal car accident claimed the life of her father and mother.  In their passing, her parents, despite the money her father had, left a very meager amount for her. She was too young and too incompetent to take over the business even if she weren't so critically injured, mentally, emotionally, and physically. By the time her initial surgeries, hospitalization, and medications where paid for, there was very little money left. Whatever other family she had, had died long ago. She was orphaned, crippled, and an invalid.

Left alone, the spoiled child quickly grew dangerous to everyone around her and herself. She was admitted to an institute that specialized in her special traumas then admitted to Cry Wolf High. About a year of chaos and countless detentions and threats, Shiori met @shinyongkwon at a masquerade disguised as a black swan.  A night of passion and unforgettable fun left Shin confused as to who she really was, as no name had ever crossed her lips. 

Shiori officially met Shin nearly a month later late a night in a common room.  She knew instantly who he was, though it would be a long time before Shin finally discovered her secret. For months, the two spoke until they became a strange couple of best friends.  Eventually, Shin discovered Shiori's secret, and while he didn't forgive her for her deceit, he didn't abandon her.  Even a freak car accident, (one that triggered a rather deserving smack, in Shiori's opinion, and a love confession) and a failed kidnapping and subsequent attack, could tear Shin away from her.  Now, Shiori struggles through the repercussions of her attack and she's beginning to wonder how long it will be before Shin decides he can't stand being with someone so broken and problematic like her.

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Sample Post:

Two weeks.

Chronos gave his body a mighty shake, spreading water droplets in his vigorous action. He let a gapping yawn pull at his jaws as he gazed at the lone island, shrouded in mists and stinking of sulfur. He’d last been here a week ago, passing by the mighty lake’s edge to peer like he was now into the Gardens, trying to get a read from the island on its current status. He was tired now; two weeks he’d been wandering around, getting a feel for the land once more and keeping an eye out for any possible slave material. He’d been gone mostly for a chance to be by himself. Lady would give him his children soon and Chronos knew White wouldn’t allow them to venture far from her, let alone from the island.

Chronos stood there for a while, debating on taking off once more. For a brief moment, he turned his massive head, coal ears tipped forward to the lands unknown. Then with a snort, he turned back to the water, plunging into the sulfuric depths, the stench causing his upper lip to curl. The heated water got deeper and the bottom even disappeared beneath his long legs before the path leading to the island beneath the tossing waves rose up under his hooves. He fought the urge to shake the excess water off his coat once more, knowing as he traveled along this water covered strip, and he’d only get wet once more.

Once the ground beneath the great body began to rise and the water level lowered to straight knees, White bubbled up, anticipating his reunion with Lady. A shiver ran down his narrow back at the thought of being able to once more run his muzzle down her rounded sides and feel the life inside flutter beneath her skin. Soon her smell would ripen to that of a mother’s, one with milk and the smell of newborn foal. His skin crawled with the joy he felt at the mere thought of his own foal running at her side.

His high spirits was dampened the very minute his hooves touched the cold land. Ash stirred sleepily in his mind, murmuring the land was too cold for him to rest much longer. And very faintly, White could feel the agreement from Gray and even dim-witted Black. The mist didn’t rise to meet him in an effort to blot out his body nor did they drift away and crowd the darkness close to him. The mists seemed to almost recoil from him, as if in distaste...or rather, a different destination in mind. He traversed a few steps, ears pinned as the arch loomed overhead. The tree boughs above creaked as he stood at his forest’s edge, watching the suddenly oppressive darkness that seemed to warrant passage for no one, not even him. Even the well-worn path seemed to close to the outside world.

Something was wrong within his timeless realm. Time seemed to be moving without his consent.

With a snarl, White stepped into the bowels of his domain, snapping angrily at a branch that took too long to move out his way. The forest instantly seemed to open up after that, recoiling from him too in a manor the mists did. They seemed cold today, darker than he cared from them to be. He liked any sort of darkness, but too much of a good thing is very much possible. The branches hung low and creaked with a non-existent wind, whining...no, crying almost.

Something was terribly wrong. The light in his lands was gone.

Immediately Chronos was moving. Gone was his normal gracefulness, his panther like moves, now he was an angry, overprotective stallion rushing for his mares and be damned anything got in his way.

He was so busy rushing forward, he didn’t see the wolves running beside him, barking and whining, trying to get his attention. He didn’t notice them at least, until one was finally brave enough to dart in front of him. So trained to not harm these wolves his Wiccan so treasured, Chronos nearly tripped over his own feet in an effort to avoid trampling the poor beast. He snarled at the wolf.

”You dare get in my way, mutt!” he snarled as he rushed on, unconsciously turning his direction to follow the wolves that he had unknowingly began to consider herd members in a twisted sense. Then he heard the faint chanting, a pack mantra, as the sleek beasts tried to veer him to the right.

’Lady…Lady…Lady…foals…foals…foals…hurry…hurry…hurry’

Chronos gave a snort, pinned his coal ears and surged forth. They needn’t say more.

”I’m coming Lady,” the cobalt god murmured.

The glistening beast knew the moment he was close. He smelled the blood of more lupines, though this blood seemed fouler than the blood of those his Wiccan ruled. And when his sharp eyes caught the sight of a skeletal wolf, blood leaking from his torn pelt and ripped throat, he instantly knew what had happened. His senses warned him of the tight circle of angry wolves and he could sense their protective intentions.

His heart stopped, ice flooded his veins, and he couldn’t move.

Blood was splattered everywhere and normally his heart would race at such a macabre sight, but not today. For it was his precious family that littered the ground. He didn’t know how long he stood there, staring at the tiny bodies, mutilate almost beyond recognition. His offspring, killed by the very beasts his Gaia considered family. To him it mattered not that the one responsible were in fact not Wiccan’s. A wolf is a wolf. And his silent resolve to not shred the wolves here almost disintegrated when his dark eyes landed on her.

His body shook as he stood there, gazing at her too still form. And the creature wrapped around her. He was too shocked to do anything about that right now, because, as he slowly, ever so slowly, walked forward, he was focused on only one thing: her breath. For the briefest moment, Chronos felt the parts of his stone heart that only she had been able to quicken so easily shatter. There was so much blood on her and around her and the stench of death from the dead wolves and his tiny cherubs, that he too thought her passed.

But then, the faintest flutter of the black wolfessa’s fur around his beloved’s nostrils betrayed her deep slumber. In an instant the beast was beside her, a lupine growl that even Wiccan would be proud of coming from his throat, warning the other beast away. He could rant and rave and tear into the dead bodies later, now, all he wanted was to hold his angel, clean her until she gleam like the porcelain white he always saw, and breathe in her scent until he was drunk on it. So carefully did the god touch her that it almost seemed like he didn’t do anything at all.

He wormed his muzzle underneath her still swollen barrel, letting his powerful neck and shoulders carry her weight as he lowered to his knees. Soon, he was cradling her tiny body against his massive one, his mane draped over her like a curtain hiding her from the world and his muzzle roving her slender neck and delicate face lighter than feather, his tongue gently whisking away the red liquid dying her coat. Then, he craned his neck around so her face lay between his glimmer blue neck and the black satin that shielded her from the horror beyond them.

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