Title: Daughter of Sin
eye color: silver
hair color: black
(Step) Father: Xavier (OC)
(Step) Mother: Arwen Eve (OC)
(Step) Older Brother: Killua (OC)
In laws: James (OC), Kreahe (OC) and many more
(Birth) Father: Izuru Kira
(Birth) Mother: Momo. H
(birth) Siblings (OCs): (younger half brother) Haku. H, Vash. H (older half brother), and Fuyuki. H (older half sister)
Other: Ren. S (considered as a sister), Kaito. S (considered as a brother)
lover: Kuwabara. S (OC)
Personality: up-tight most of the time, serious, open-minded, curious about the world and loves to explore a new place. She's disgusted with Killua for having many spouses.
Appearance: She has very pale skin. Her hair kept in a bun on the top of her scalp. She wears a black kimono with a silver obi and sash. The nails on her toes and fingers are grey.
Extra info: On the day of her birth she was stolen from her birth parents, right aft
Kiki. IKiki. I
eye color: blue
hair color: burnt orange
birthday: Dec 25
Mother: Orihme. I
Uncle: Sora. I
Grandfather: Ryuken Ishida
Great-Grandfather: Soken Ishida
Sibling (OC): Haru (half brother)
Lover: Haku (OC)
personality: respectful, polite, caring, energetic, and kind,
Appearance: She has long hair that's kept in a thick braid. She wears her school uniform. On her days off she wears a black mini skirt with a pink blouse, grey knee high socks, and brown shoes.
eye color: blue
hair color: (light) brown
power: controls toxic water
weapons: Two war fans
husband: (Chad) Yasutora Sado
(former) Occupation: Aizen's soldier in Harribel's division, arrancar #92
Occupation: Employee of Urahara Shop
Personality: kind, caring, wise, and patient
Appearance: Has tan skin, long hair that kept in a braid except for when she sleeps. Her hollow hole is located right in the middle of the forehead. The remainder mask takes form of small tiara, it's right on top of her head. She wears a traditional red and gold sari. Goes around barefoot. In Las Noches she wore a white and silver sari.
Her gigai is no different with exception of no hollow hole and no remainder mask. She wears jeans, black and purple blouse, and black boots. On special occasion she wears a purple kimono with a red and pink obi.
In release form her arms, legs, back, and shoulders are covered by white feathers. Small tiara is
After HoursIn the bar, after hours
Neon lights buzz as they settle
Into a shallow slumber until noon.
Bar stools wait patiently
For their chance to be a throne
For a midnight king and his wingman.
The evil secrets inside the liquor bottles
Are tightly sealed until later summoned.
Everything is dripping in stupor
Except a half empty glass of whiskey.
He is perched on the counter
Sick with love.
She had kissed him so sweetly
It left a red stain on his silhouette.
Hours of waiting and yearning
For the touch of a woman’s hand
It had finally happened.
Now she was gone
Like the other half of his memory.
The darkness circled round him
The surface beneath him was sticky
Everything was permanent.
There was no purpose
But to fuel the illusion
In the furnace of regret.
Through the tinted windows
He could see what life was.
It was coming and going
A yellow taxi, a Cadillac, a Greyhound,
All knowing where to begin and end.
Whiskey didn’t begin or end.
It simmered on the tongue
Waiting for someone
AlbertAlbert lay cold and emotionless in the open casket. His eyes melted into his face and I so longed to see his thin lips smile at me again. Only I knew how to cook his favorite meal, fold his jeans just the right way, and cut his hair so it didn’t get so fuzzy in the back. Hopefully God knew all these things; he would be safe with Him.
“Albert,” I said, putting my hand on his lifeless chest. “I know you had to go, just wish you would have taken me with you.” I pictured his green eyes shining back at mine, but all I could see was a sad expression with furled eyebrows.
“I told James and Katherine no more card nights. It wouldn’t be the same without your good humor. Besides, I hate their stuffy cheese bread. And the carpet smells like cat pee and laundry detergent. I won’t be able to stand it without you.”
I looked down at his grey skin, shaking my head. “Don’t look at me that way, I know you hated going there too. You’
Wine on a DressWine On A Dress
We used to stay up all night together
Me holding on dearly to her neck,
A perfect bow below the nape.
I danced loosely around her waist,
Providing the tension between reality
And her daring shadow.
I miss the sense of midnight promises
And afterthought mistakes.
Now I wait in darkness
Waiting for the door to open,
The light to come on, her hands on me again.
We have yet to learn how to salsa
Or feel the salty breeze from the ocean shore.
I’ve never seen Italy
Or a bachelorette party in Vegas.
I don’t know much about early brunches,
Birthday parties for Grandma,
Or silly conference calls with the boss.
But I do know how to get out of town
And define the phrase, “good time.”
I hope she hasn’t forgotten
The power I give her, how I make her feel.
So what if I bled
After the red wine kissed my silhouette?
She had laughed and got another glass.
It was fine, wasn’t it?
That’s no excuse to leave behind
The one thing that could change ev