Taiyou, Kasabana

Name: Kasabana Taiyou

Nickname: Kasi

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Group/Organization: PSS-23

Description:
She stands at 5'0". She's on the brig of being underweight and her muscles are awfully small, but they're still usable. Her eyes are blue, from light as the sky to dark as the ocean. Blond hair drapes down her body, touching the backs of her knees. Her skin is fairly pale from lack of sunlight. Her normal attire is dark clothing, gray to black. She tries to wear long sleeves as often as possible and the collar of her shirts reach at least an inch up her neck. She wears a necklace with a small pendant on it, resembling a red eye with a black pupil, inside of a black circle.

Height
5'0"

Weight
82

Personalty:
She's a little odd. Depending on how she's feeling, she'll do completely different things. Being in a good mood can mean plenty of things to her. It could mean that she's happy and hyper and remains the cute little girl that she represents, or it could mean something else entirely. It could mean that she has the thrill of the hunt in her and that she has the powerful urge to kill anything at moment's notice, regardless their relationship with her. She's almost always in one of the previously mentioned moods and doesn't sway to other emotions unless something comes up. When in the mood described as 'sad', she usually acts very depressed. She'll just sit still holding her knees to her chest, her hands covering her mouth. When alone for too long she'll eventually start talking to herself, as if an insane person would. Most would actually consider her somewhat insane, though.

History:
(I'm going to make references to it in flashbacks my character has while she flipping out)

RP Sample
She stood there, licking the metallic crimson that sprayed onto her lips, off. Her grin was huge. She made these, these beautiful pieces of art that humanity had cruelly named corpses. The dead bodies around her made her smile that smile she always got when this happened. "Aww, nobody left to play...?" THUD! She heard a sound come from a closet behind her. Her tongue curled around and wet her lips as she turned, walking to the closet, her head slightly cocked. "So, is there still somebody to play with me?" She approached the closet. Thoughts started to run through her head. So many thoughts. If she opened the door by hand, it would leave her open for attack, and wouldn't look as good. If she kicked the door in, she might injure whatever may be inside, too early, leaving no time for fun. Oh, the perfect idea. She raised her scythe and sliced the hinges off the door. Her foot slid out and pushed the bottom out of balance, causing it to fall her way. It tore in two pieces with a simple slice. Her hands threw the pieces to the sides. Inside she could see a trembling, crying little boy with her blue, dead eyes. Her head cocked the other way and her malicious grin grew. She got to her knees and looked at the boy backing up into the wall. "Now, aren't you a cute one?" Her finger reached over and lightly lifted the boy's chin as she stared into his eyes, filled with fear. "Now wouldn't it be great if you could grow up to be me? Just look at the wonders, being able to kill all these people without even caring, hahahah!" Her head neared the boy's. Their foreheads touched. "Wouldn't it be great?" She whispered. Her grin sank into anger. "Of course not!" She stood and turned at the same time, smashing the butt of her scythe back, straight into the boy's head, killing him. "Ahh, what fun..." Her grin came back. Something sounded above her. The door to the attic. It wasn't over. Only one more person lived in this household... the daughter. She licked her lips again, thinking forward to the delicious taste of her terrible hobby. The long, spiked pole of her scythe yanked the door out of place. Something started to fall through. She sliced back and forth several times, stopping once the mass hit the ground. Her finger pointed at the mess of chunks that formerly were a cute little girl, counting something. "Heh, thirteen pieces before it hit the ground, new record." With the entire household dead, she placed her scythe on her back and started to walk out. The blonde hair swayed as she reached the door. As she exited, she closed the door and took her scythe back out slashing something onto the door, she smiled and walked to the road, following it back to her house. On the door there was engraved, a single word: "Reaped".