First Name: Sayori(you are called Sayorihime at your temple)
Last Name: Tsukine
Age: 16
Height: 5’7
Weight: 121
Eye Color: Pink
Hair Color: Black(straight short bangs, straight long hair that goes down to your knees and the end of the hair is straight)
Personality: Stubborn, clever, smart, tactician, strong-willed, kind and caring(but doesn’t admit it because of stubbornness)
Info: آپ are the descendant of a very strong and powerful miko* named Mizuhahime. آپ have strong powers, strong enough that if a demon absorbs you, its powers will increase سے طرف کی 100X and if mated with a half demon, the child becomes a full demon, if a quarter demon, the child becomes a half demon. آپ are also skilled with weapons, especially a bow and arrow. آپ don’t like yokais because of their ways and thinking. Also your grandmother, Sabohime, asked the Nura Clan to guard you, because آپ were being targeted سے طرف کی Seimei’s thugs and trying to absorb آپ to become مزید powerful. Your grandmother is دوستوں with the 1st master of the Nura Clan, Nurarihyon.
Last Name: Tsukine
Age: 16
Height: 5’7
Weight: 121
Eye Color: Pink
Hair Color: Black(straight short bangs, straight long hair that goes down to your knees and the end of the hair is straight)
Personality: Stubborn, clever, smart, tactician, strong-willed, kind and caring(but doesn’t admit it because of stubbornness)
Info: آپ are the descendant of a very strong and powerful miko* named Mizuhahime. آپ have strong powers, strong enough that if a demon absorbs you, its powers will increase سے طرف کی 100X and if mated with a half demon, the child becomes a full demon, if a quarter demon, the child becomes a half demon. آپ are also skilled with weapons, especially a bow and arrow. آپ don’t like yokais because of their ways and thinking. Also your grandmother, Sabohime, asked the Nura Clan to guard you, because آپ were being targeted سے طرف کی Seimei’s thugs and trying to absorb آپ to become مزید powerful. Your grandmother is دوستوں with the 1st master of the Nura Clan, Nurarihyon.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do آپ use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do آپ do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do آپ use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do آپ do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my دل is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look آگے to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my دل is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look آگے to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
A lonely skeleton, the body and mind may be dead, but the heart isn't. It won't die until it finds its love.
I sit in the dark. Thinking about Jack. A single tear comes out of my eye, then another. I start to laugh quietly, trying not to wake up my sister. Then, the horrible memory from my awful dream came back to me. I went to the door and paused. I sighed and told myself that nothing is out there but the hallway, the dining room, living room and the kitchen. I took out my phone from my جیکٹ and looked at the time. It's 5:59. I rolled my eyes and opened and closed the door quietly and sat on the soft couch. I started to drift into thoughts about Degrassi, and what it would be like if I went there. Then, a black figure moved across the kitchen. Spooked, I quickly walked to my aunts' laptop and looked up some funny ویڈیوز on youtube.com to keep m off track from the figure. Hours passed, and I am still freaked. Ten منٹ later, I calm down and look up some مزید funny stuff. Ugh! I must be haluccinating from lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and went back to my bedroom and passed out.
