Post by yuri on Jul 5, 2015 19:35:15 GMT -8
WORLD WIDE REGISTRY
THE BASICS
FULL NAME:
Shivani lygari
Shivani lygari
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE:
May 5th | 27
May 5th | 27
PLACE OF BIRTH | CURRENT CITIZENSHIP:
Germany | Japan
Germany | Japan
FACE CLAIM:
Rin Kagami Vocaloid/Saber Fate/Stay Night
Rin Kagami Vocaloid/Saber Fate/Stay Night
UNIT NAME/POSITION:
universal [BLANK]
universal [BLANK]
UNIT PARTNER:
Natara Adnineo [ex-sacrifice]; Kyros Iygarii/Yuri Knatsu [Current binder]
Natara Adnineo [ex-sacrifice]; Kyros Iygarii/Yuri Knatsu [Current binder]
NAME LOCATION:
True Names Written on her:
True Names Written on her:
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GENDER:
female
female
MARITAL STATUS:
single
single
OCCUPATION:
Bloodhound Captain, Kyros’ Bodyguard/Body double
Bloodhound Captain, Kyros’ Bodyguard/Body double
ALIAS:
Played by yuri
Played by yuri
PERSONALITY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Once, a long time ago, Shivani would have been called a 'lovely child'. She was well manner, quiet, and kept to herself.
But that was a lifetime ago.
Broken of her mind, Shivani is the very thing she is called by many; a Doll. Empty, a body void of the simple thing human's are know for the emotions they hold. Without instruction, she use to be nothing more than a limp child's toy. But with a individual who knows how to structure and order the ever obedient Doll she can show as many faces to the world as anyone else:
Happiness
Sadness
Anger
Lust
She could be come the girl next door with just the right orders and act. Shivani has developed many 'personalities' in which are use to do her work as a Bloodhound and also to interact with others. And even though in some ways she has been freed from the spell that bound her mind in such a permit state. Shivani remains much in the same manner, just needing less instruction at times to act like any normal person.
She is a Doll that can appear just like everyone else.
But beneath it all, the empty vessel, lies something in the darkness of her mind kept lock up tight by her controller. The madness that became what was left of a once sweet little girl. That craves vengeance in the most horrific manner possible to those she believes are responsible for the unjust act that broke her of her first sacrifice.
Which in turn lock her away for so long to watch behind her eyes unable to control herself.
Mind not the thorns on the pretty little flower, but the deathly spiders that nestle within its petals.
Nickname: Shi, Shiva, Doll
Language: German, French, Italian, Japanese, English
Dreams/Life Goals: Revenge in its most horrific of ways
Hobbies: Sitting staring out at nothing for several hours
Likes: Quiet places, Cats, sweets
Loves:The feel of rain, Spiders, wild storms
Dislikes: birds, bad smells
Loathes: Technology
Fears: Herself
Bad Habits: Making trigger traps in different places in order to catch units, without telling others [such as her co worker Bloodhounds] where they are located and the triggers for them. Eating the spider's she uses for spell casting and following orders to an utmost T without thinking outside of a box just to get on her Controller’s nerves. Even if that happens to result in some unfortunate death on some other parties fault.
Turn Ons:N/A
Turn Offs: N/A
But that was a lifetime ago.
Broken of her mind, Shivani is the very thing she is called by many; a Doll. Empty, a body void of the simple thing human's are know for the emotions they hold. Without instruction, she use to be nothing more than a limp child's toy. But with a individual who knows how to structure and order the ever obedient Doll she can show as many faces to the world as anyone else:
Happiness
Sadness
Anger
Lust
She could be come the girl next door with just the right orders and act. Shivani has developed many 'personalities' in which are use to do her work as a Bloodhound and also to interact with others. And even though in some ways she has been freed from the spell that bound her mind in such a permit state. Shivani remains much in the same manner, just needing less instruction at times to act like any normal person.
She is a Doll that can appear just like everyone else.
But beneath it all, the empty vessel, lies something in the darkness of her mind kept lock up tight by her controller. The madness that became what was left of a once sweet little girl. That craves vengeance in the most horrific manner possible to those she believes are responsible for the unjust act that broke her of her first sacrifice.
Which in turn lock her away for so long to watch behind her eyes unable to control herself.
Mind not the thorns on the pretty little flower, but the deathly spiders that nestle within its petals.
Nickname: Shi, Shiva, Doll
Language: German, French, Italian, Japanese, English
Dreams/Life Goals: Revenge in its most horrific of ways
Hobbies: Sitting staring out at nothing for several hours
Likes: Quiet places, Cats, sweets
Loves:The feel of rain, Spiders, wild storms
Dislikes: birds, bad smells
Loathes: Technology
Fears: Herself
Bad Habits: Making trigger traps in different places in order to catch units, without telling others [such as her co worker Bloodhounds] where they are located and the triggers for them. Eating the spider's she uses for spell casting and following orders to an utmost T without thinking outside of a box just to get on her Controller’s nerves. Even if that happens to result in some unfortunate death on some other parties fault.
Turn Ons:N/A
Turn Offs: N/A
HISTORY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"] Who am I?
The Doll, the child's toy
Stung up on pretty things
But even pretty things have thorns
Who am I?
I am the Monster
Trapped in a Gilded Cage
Biding my time in chains
Build: Slender with slight curves, small chest with little to no really noticeable muscle tone
Eyes:Hazel [naturally] appearance Hazel with Amethyst tint
Hair:Light golden blonde
Ears & tail:n/a
Race/Ethnicity: German
Blood Type: O+
Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: Shivani was born with Dextrpcardia, and congenital analgesia
Parents/Elders/Guardians: Deceased
Siblings: Kyros lygari / Yuri Knatsu [abopted]
Other:
-If there is only one thing Shivani has had with her to call her own, is a little black stray cat that has been with her since her incarceration in Seven Moons that she calls Yanio.
-Shivani also three tarantula spiders that roam around the condo apartment she now shares with Yuri/Kyros: Tikaz, Solra,Vel. But they serve as a function for the fail safe trap set in their home.
Regarding Shivani’s battle style:
-Her early up bring and nerve disorder has a heavy influence over Shivani’s attack style, which can only be called something along the lines of Voodoo. She is an expert in delayed attacks that take time and building to make, but an every extremely affected. If Shivani gets a hold of something that belongs to her opponent she will use it as a connection point to case direct spells.Shivani is an offensive fighter only, she sees very little need to defend herself or her sacrifice unless the move will cause an instant end to the battle. She has come to believe a sacrifice’s job is to bare the pain, so there is no need to deny them of their responsibility.
Example: If she has a strain of Hair of her opponent, she cast a spell to make herself like a ‘voodoo doll’ with said strain, and case physical pain to herself. However, even though she bares the physical damage, she doesn’t feel the pain her opponent would.
- While Germany, She was known as a ‘Web Master’ for her heavy usage of spider like attacks, and trapping her opponents in spider webs.
There is very little of family life that Shivani has ever really known, not a mothers touch or a caring father. For as far back as her memory would go, all she remembers in growing up in a rural area of Northern Germany traveling to different places in her ‘family’ of gypsy, being cared for under the wings of the elderly Shuv'hani. Here she learned many things about nature, and the balance in the world around her, coming to dislike the ever so growing advances in technology as they block people away from the world around them. Shivani also came to learn from the Shuv’hani about the power of words, and spells, though after a time if would come something’s she would say would cause strange things to happen about the caravan. Things like objects randomly moving or things catching on fire with nothing more than a single whisper of a word. As this incidents grew, the weariness of the gypsy clan that had taken her in grew whispers of danger in there mists grew with each passing year. It wasn’t until her ninth birthday that her world within this blissful place came falling apart over a horrible instant that left a someone of a village they had been passing though in a coma and her earless was she finally abandoned by the ‘family’ she had grow with for such a short time.
Shivani lingered on her own, working odd jobs here and there to pass on living, doing trades she had learned to do while growing up to survive for a while before she had been taken in by an orphanage just outside the city skirts of Berlin. Here, Shivani started to attend public school an experience she would rather never have to remember ever, nor go through again. As she was teased for her short stature, and her ‘weird’ appearance, but the one and only time she ever fought back against her aggressors left her separated and isolated from other children as whispers of a ‘witch’ lingered in her wake. It was around this time, at School trip to the national museum when she was thirteen did Shivani find some answer to what she was. While a walking around the museum, the young blond had been suddenly ‘glomped’ by an older teenager of a private school, listening to her self proclaim that she was Shivani ‘sacrifice’. Though Natara, as she would later come to know the young woman, Shivani learned somewhat about the world of Units and the role she played with in it. Natara would become the first person the young blond fighter would come to accept as family, it was also this young sacrifice who started to make a hard effort in changing her ‘empty’ personality. She went as far as to introduce her to a friend of her from school, Raiden Grantz, setting them up because she felt ‘they were so much alike’ until he suddenly disappeared. Natara would making her tell about things she ‘disliked and like’, Shivani learned to laugh and really mean it for the first time while she was with the young brunette. However, happiness for her always seemed short lived, as after a year of being with her sacrifice was Shivani suddenly finding herself being taking to the place that trained ‘Units, the Seven Moons branch located within Germany’s capital by a very unhappy Natara.
This was a place she would step foot in for only a few hours, never really seeing much outside the waiting room as she awaited her sacrifice to return from speaking to the Headmaster over something before being dragged out of the building with the brunette yelling at an older woman “I won’t let you have her, She’s MY fighter, I will decide for myself with or not she needs to be broken or trained by the likes of this place!” After this, things started to unravel fast around the fourteen year old teen, as she suddenly found herself later on the same day at the sharp end of a knife with Natara trying to explain to her that the only way she could truly be her fighter, her other, was if the woman carved into Shivani’s flesh her true namesake. Things just continued to spiral down out of control around Shivani even more as not only a few days after being dragged out of Seven Moons, did she find herself locked in her first spell battle, which against the trained unit from the Academy did not last very long. It would end with Natara locked away from her in a never waking coma and Shivani nothing more than a wild animal
Shivani lingered on her own, working odd jobs here and there to pass on living, doing trades she had learned to do while growing up to survive for a while before she had been taken in by an orphanage just outside the city skirts of Berlin. Here, Shivani started to attend public school an experience she would rather never have to remember ever, nor go through again. As she was teased for her short stature, and her ‘weird’ appearance, but the one and only time she ever fought back against her aggressors left her separated and isolated from other children as whispers of a ‘witch’ lingered in her wake. It was around this time, at School trip to the national museum when she was thirteen did Shivani find some answer to what she was. While a walking around the museum, the young blond had been suddenly ‘glomped’ by an older teenager of a private school, listening to her self proclaim that she was Shivani ‘sacrifice’. Though Natara, as she would later come to know the young woman, Shivani learned somewhat about the world of Units and the role she played with in it. Natara would become the first person the young blond fighter would come to accept as family, it was also this young sacrifice who started to make a hard effort in changing her ‘empty’ personality. She went as far as to introduce her to a friend of her from school, Raiden Grantz, setting them up because she felt ‘they were so much alike’ until he suddenly disappeared. Natara would making her tell about things she ‘disliked and like’, Shivani learned to laugh and really mean it for the first time while she was with the young brunette. However, happiness for her always seemed short lived, as after a year of being with her sacrifice was Shivani suddenly finding herself being taking to the place that trained ‘Units, the Seven Moons branch located within Germany’s capital by a very unhappy Natara.
This was a place she would step foot in for only a few hours, never really seeing much outside the waiting room as she awaited her sacrifice to return from speaking to the Headmaster over something before being dragged out of the building with the brunette yelling at an older woman “I won’t let you have her, She’s MY fighter, I will decide for myself with or not she needs to be broken or trained by the likes of this place!” After this, things started to unravel fast around the fourteen year old teen, as she suddenly found herself later on the same day at the sharp end of a knife with Natara trying to explain to her that the only way she could truly be her fighter, her other, was if the woman carved into Shivani’s flesh her true namesake. Things just continued to spiral down out of control around Shivani even more as not only a few days after being dragged out of Seven Moons, did she find herself locked in her first spell battle, which against the trained unit from the Academy did not last very long. It would end with Natara locked away from her in a never waking coma and Shivani nothing more than a wild animal
The Doll, the child's toy
But even wild animals can be broken into quiet obedient things. Spell bound to be controlled by several units, Shivani was taken to remote place called Neuschwanstein Castle, a forgotten place control by the German Seven Moons. Where she was given to a man that she would only know by as Saim. Though it would not really matter at all if it was his name or not, but only the things that he did to her. Her and so many other useless faces that she would never bother to remember, in his way were to be torn apart, their ‘selves’ destroyed and replaced with empty shells that would follow every single instruction given to them. But she was already a ravished fighter, loose, and uncontrollable, so when he started on her, the beast her broken mind had become recoiled with in, protecting itself within a gilded cage as the body become an empty vessel. Nothing more than a child’s toy to blindly move about as it was strung along.
Stung up on pretty things
Siam’s dolls required instructions to perform even the most basic tasks: like breathing. They were depended on an individual for continually instructions for survival . And as a limp toy set on a shelf, the monster that was left in Shivani’s mind watched, it watched as some simply expired from such an individual forgetting ‘to instruct’ breathing just to see if the Doll would simple die or struggle to survive on its on. To prove that Siam experiment of creating an ‘doll’ free of individual thought. Those that survived this stage went onto the next, where they were ‘partnered’ with another individual to see if they were capable of being broken from units without any repercussion. It was during this trial era of the boll’s life in Neuschwanstein a familiar face made its way back into her existence. However long he, himself, had been there before hand was unknown to her, but Raiden Grantz latched himself back onto the moment he was reintroduced to her during this time.
An effort in normality in the life that they were living now, Raiden found ways to stay near her during their training. Note taking notice [or choose to believe] that the empty shell of her’s was only a deregulation from losing Natara. But Siam saw this as something else more useful with the skills Raiden had quickly developed. Shivani was removed from several of the trails [mostly when it was discovered She was capable of being removed from any position and name without any damage done on herself] and left partnered with Raiden.
An effort in normality in the life that they were living now, Raiden found ways to stay near her during their training. Note taking notice [or choose to believe] that the empty shell of her’s was only a deregulation from losing Natara. But Siam saw this as something else more useful with the skills Raiden had quickly developed. Shivani was removed from several of the trails [mostly when it was discovered She was capable of being removed from any position and name without any damage done on herself] and left partnered with Raiden.
But even pretty things have thorns
Over the short time, Shivani ‘developed’ personality traits on the observed reasoning by Raiden desire for ‘normality’ between what he once had and where he was now. THe empty shell of the Doll she had become became that mirror. When she was with him, the doll ‘acted’ almost as she had in the past but away from Raiden the shell become empty again, lifeless set on a shelf until needed again. Together, Shivani took on the same training in spell battle as Raiden, the open ability to create her own style fitting to herself amazed Siam though the doll never showed signs of individuality other than the mirror reflection with Raiden. It was also a discovery during this time which made Siam believe that this doll was far more successful than many of his other failed Doll tests. Shivani was born with congenital analgesia to pain, she bore no physical damage because she could not feel it.
And without a mind of her own, she could not bare any mental as well.
This discovered did not alter the painstaking training the blonde doll took along side Raiden, as in the shadows the others who lived in the Castle whispered ‘Death Squad’. As they were given assignments outside of the castle grounds to take out ‘rogue’ labeled units.
And it was during this time, when she was set aside on the shelves in the old dungeons of the Neuschwanstein that made up Siam lab did another individual enter her life. A young woman who was much in a way like Siam himself. The clone called Canaan. In a way, the monster in the gilded caged learn some things from this silent woman.
But kindness was far from that.
For she was no different from what Raiden was training with the Doll to become. But there was mastery in silently watching. Learning.
In a way it was the beginning of something different.
And without a mind of her own, she could not bare any mental as well.
This discovered did not alter the painstaking training the blonde doll took along side Raiden, as in the shadows the others who lived in the Castle whispered ‘Death Squad’. As they were given assignments outside of the castle grounds to take out ‘rogue’ labeled units.
And it was during this time, when she was set aside on the shelves in the old dungeons of the Neuschwanstein that made up Siam lab did another individual enter her life. A young woman who was much in a way like Siam himself. The clone called Canaan. In a way, the monster in the gilded caged learn some things from this silent woman.
But kindness was far from that.
For she was no different from what Raiden was training with the Doll to become. But there was mastery in silently watching. Learning.
In a way it was the beginning of something different.
Who am I?
Four years passed which nothing seemed to change, training, some sort of experiment, waiting, killing, waiting; until a days passed where the lingering shadow of Siam disappeared before she was taking from Neuschwanstein to the main building of the German’s Seven Moons campus. Where she was brought to the Headmaster’s office to be ‘interviewed’ by a young, Japanese sacrifice.
Coldness of amethyst eyes echoed as the two spoke of what he wanted to be able to use the interchangeable doll for: A body double. Perhaps another experiment of Siam was the only thought to the monster in chains before she was taken away again. But this would be her fate for the time. In another chain as she became this man’s ‘double’ in more ways than body. A fighter along side other things, with Raiden once again in her shadow. But this time not as an accomplice rather this time as the Kill switch. Germany fear that such a creation as she would invert into a wild animal she had been before coming to Neuschwanstein. For the japanese sacrifice that had been given use of the German Death Squad, was after a far bigger and more dangerous catch then the two of them before had gone on. Together with Malik Tanaki, the three other them were to infuriate and expose a group that spanned all of Europe.
A group that so cloyingly called itself, the Seven Suns.
Coldness of amethyst eyes echoed as the two spoke of what he wanted to be able to use the interchangeable doll for: A body double. Perhaps another experiment of Siam was the only thought to the monster in chains before she was taken away again. But this would be her fate for the time. In another chain as she became this man’s ‘double’ in more ways than body. A fighter along side other things, with Raiden once again in her shadow. But this time not as an accomplice rather this time as the Kill switch. Germany fear that such a creation as she would invert into a wild animal she had been before coming to Neuschwanstein. For the japanese sacrifice that had been given use of the German Death Squad, was after a far bigger and more dangerous catch then the two of them before had gone on. Together with Malik Tanaki, the three other them were to infuriate and expose a group that spanned all of Europe.
A group that so cloyingly called itself, the Seven Suns.
I am the Monster
Together for almost two years the three of them would infuriated this dark world with in the units that many wanted to pretend never existed. Through Malik kept Raiden from seeing much of the darkness he had gotten them into, the Doll was never spared the sea of blood that would rain down her hands. Though its pretty change the monster within would learn dark things from this talented sacrifice who wore more masks then anyone else it had so far encountered. It learned how to exploit weakness and how to find it; it learned many things in the silk linings.
It learned hatred more passionate than love itself, as the doll was dragged on through the blood to follow even after the similar light a familiar past was taken away. With the lost of her kill switch Malik continued on his conquest of rather than destroying Seven Suns, but taking control he exerted his use of the Doll. Breaking down the fail safes that Siam spell breaking had covered over the wild monster beneath the Doll. On a divided decision to take the last piece of the Suns with his ‘false true Fighter’ and send the doll on her own to take another would be a berating error on her own.
A mistake that would break the gilded cage for just a moment in time. A moment enough for the monster to know if it waited freedom.
It had to learn control.
So once the cage was placed again, the beast took its gilded cage and heavy chains.
It learned hatred more passionate than love itself, as the doll was dragged on through the blood to follow even after the similar light a familiar past was taken away. With the lost of her kill switch Malik continued on his conquest of rather than destroying Seven Suns, but taking control he exerted his use of the Doll. Breaking down the fail safes that Siam spell breaking had covered over the wild monster beneath the Doll. On a divided decision to take the last piece of the Suns with his ‘false true Fighter’ and send the doll on her own to take another would be a berating error on her own.
A mistake that would break the gilded cage for just a moment in time. A moment enough for the monster to know if it waited freedom.
It had to learn control.
So once the cage was placed again, the beast took its gilded cage and heavy chains.
Trapped in a Gilded Cage
Behind cold empty eyes, the monster within watched the sacrifice. Watched as he turned the world against itself, as he took the changes of Seven Moons and broken them to be reminded again in a way he felt was better. She learned: to be cunning, to be sly, and to wait. To be a master of the world around her before striking as she worked along helping the man take his dream revenge against his family
And in the way he wanted perhaps too much. The Doll became his double more than he would have ever wanted.
With Seven Moon’s now his, the blood stain of the Knatsu clan drying on all their hands. Life would remain at a stand still until Germany called, requesting the return of the favored successful Doll.
For what?
Someone had finally remembered their humanity.
And so the newly named Kyros, took the doll back to German, like a lamb back to its slaughter. But in the dark rooms of the Neuschwanstein Castle it would not be Siam that would take on the act of ‘humanity’ towards the trapped mind of the doll. Fools to break apart a master piece would be the words uttered by the forgotten Siam, if the fighter had been there.
Broken down the word spells that trapped her mind. But the Monster in its chains did not wake. Not yet. The meek shell of a child was returned to Kyros, the lapse of why nothing was there but a timid frighten shells seemed to baffle those who desire to undo Siam work.
But Kyros took her, after all the Doll had become his ‘sister’. So he took in his means to see to her care. Teach her once again as he and his fighter took to a vacation in Europe.
But a fool plays with fire.
And deep the burn would go before the monster that had taken the name Shivani would learn that Siam was not the only person who know how to weave a chain.
This time it was not word spells that would close those gilded doors.
But not before the monster knew.
And in the way he wanted perhaps too much. The Doll became his double more than he would have ever wanted.
With Seven Moon’s now his, the blood stain of the Knatsu clan drying on all their hands. Life would remain at a stand still until Germany called, requesting the return of the favored successful Doll.
For what?
Someone had finally remembered their humanity.
And so the newly named Kyros, took the doll back to German, like a lamb back to its slaughter. But in the dark rooms of the Neuschwanstein Castle it would not be Siam that would take on the act of ‘humanity’ towards the trapped mind of the doll. Fools to break apart a master piece would be the words uttered by the forgotten Siam, if the fighter had been there.
Broken down the word spells that trapped her mind. But the Monster in its chains did not wake. Not yet. The meek shell of a child was returned to Kyros, the lapse of why nothing was there but a timid frighten shells seemed to baffle those who desire to undo Siam work.
But Kyros took her, after all the Doll had become his ‘sister’. So he took in his means to see to her care. Teach her once again as he and his fighter took to a vacation in Europe.
But a fool plays with fire.
And deep the burn would go before the monster that had taken the name Shivani would learn that Siam was not the only person who know how to weave a chain.
This time it was not word spells that would close those gilded doors.
But not before the monster knew.
Biding my time in chains
Do to the breaking done to her in German, Shivani has developed a rare ability in a BLANK unit. She had shed names without it cause any great physical damage to herself as it does other BLANK units that are forcefully broken to change their names. With the undoing of her Doll, Shivani also possesses an ability to become a sacrifice at the same time while being bond to Kyros. Though it has heavy side effects against him .
Build: Slender with slight curves, small chest with little to no really noticeable muscle tone
Eyes:Hazel [naturally] appearance Hazel with Amethyst tint
Hair:Light golden blonde
Ears & tail:n/a
Race/Ethnicity: German
Blood Type: O+
Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: Shivani was born with Dextrpcardia, and congenital analgesia
Parents/Elders/Guardians: Deceased
Siblings: Kyros lygari / Yuri Knatsu [abopted]
Other:
-If there is only one thing Shivani has had with her to call her own, is a little black stray cat that has been with her since her incarceration in Seven Moons that she calls Yanio.
-Shivani also three tarantula spiders that roam around the condo apartment she now shares with Yuri/Kyros: Tikaz, Solra,Vel. But they serve as a function for the fail safe trap set in their home.
Regarding Shivani’s battle style:
-Her early up bring and nerve disorder has a heavy influence over Shivani’s attack style, which can only be called something along the lines of Voodoo. She is an expert in delayed attacks that take time and building to make, but an every extremely affected. If Shivani gets a hold of something that belongs to her opponent she will use it as a connection point to case direct spells.Shivani is an offensive fighter only, she sees very little need to defend herself or her sacrifice unless the move will cause an instant end to the battle. She has come to believe a sacrifice’s job is to bare the pain, so there is no need to deny them of their responsibility.
Example: If she has a strain of Hair of her opponent, she cast a spell to make herself like a ‘voodoo doll’ with said strain, and case physical pain to herself. However, even though she bares the physical damage, she doesn’t feel the pain her opponent would.
- While Germany, She was known as a ‘Web Master’ for her heavy usage of spider like attacks, and trapping her opponents in spider webs.
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