Loreana Hattori

Name
Loreana Hattori

IMVU Username:
LoreanaHattori

Clan
Hattori

Nickname/Alias
Too most people she is known as Loreana however if you feel comfortable enough in giving her a nickname it is likely she will appreciate, not feel offended by it.

Age:
Roleplaying as a 17 year old.

Gender:
Female

Race
Human with demonic tendencies

Occupation/Role
Negotiator and ex-kunoichi

Magic/Ability
A person reader, while not particularly magical, Loreana has a good sense for how different people tick. Also, when under demonic or dark influence Loreana can be an easy manipulator and can lash out with sudden skill and speed.

Weapons/Items
A large Chinese Dao worn over her back in combat situations, otherwise smaller concealed weapons such as poisoned darts and throwing knives. If all else fails, she is fine using her hands.

Affiliation:
Belongs firstly to the Kurai Arashi Town, failing that, she belongs to no other set place or realm.

Personality
Though she likes to live a solitary life, free to make her own choices, she is very friendly around people she trusts. Almost like split personalities, if she is comfortable and happy, she will act her age; young and a tad precocious. She may push boundaries with those she trusts because deceit is her worst nightmare and once the trust is gone, rebuilding that bridge is almost impossible. Stubborn as a mule and as protective as a mare, she will stand up for those who need and deserve it. When serious is the call of the day, serious she will be, and often people mistake her for older than she is due to the way she talks on business or in formal tongues. Give her a chance to be a little crazy and she will be, perceptive as you like, if she meets you and likes you, her socially awkward speech will give away her nerves and excitement. Happily helpful with anything. She will stand up for what she believes in and will love and hate with equal passion. She hates being underestimated especially in a fight and if appropriate, will completely loose the sense of honour and valour she usually treasures once her blood starts pumping. She may lose her temper but shouting is not her way, silence is when you know she has become dangerous. Her worst fault? You have never met someone so defensive!

History
Loreana has a relatively coloured background, which may link to her slight attitude problems. She was born high in the southern Japanese mountain range to a Lord and Lady of a hunting tribe. Her mother and father were kind and gentle folk even if her father was a little boystrous. While her mother would teach her first born daughter cooking, needle craft and fine art her father preferred to take his little girl out with the boys and help her hunk elk and white rabbits. Her mother bore three more children who are currently still living in the village; Jayan, Madhuri and Tao. They are still young and on the odd occasion their sister visits, they play more peacefully than she ever did. This may be to the lack of fatherly presence. At the age of twelve a foreign warrior from a distant tribe called a fight with their clan, her father approaching fifty put up his best fight but surrendered before his village after night fell. Outcast and in disgrace the family was moved from their comfortable home to the small Sake house store room. Their lives were not the same and she would sit by the hearth each night watching her family crumble. At thirteen she was called out infront of the new lord where upon her father was offered a few gold pieces. That night while she packed her things her father left, handing her mother the money and kissing her forehead. Her mother managed to smuggle her daughter from the village at sunrise, the blood money packed tightly under her sash, her fathers sword in her waist band... They found him in the river the following morning, reeds tangled around his neck,assuming his daughter went with him. She worked hard the next few years, not only that but she grew hard. When at fifteen she could slit a throat without bothering herself she was passed around merchants who needed deeds doing and men whos greasy hands would smack her arse while she gritted her teeth. After she left each boss, she would slit his throat and smile as the blood trickled over her fingers. A year later while at sea she bumped onto an Island where upon she was introduced into the silver dragon clan. Still, she found sitting still was unbearable and kept one friend when she left it. At 16, she was introduced and welcomed by Akar Hattori, adopted into the Hattori clan, friend became brother and she had almost become content when a disaster in the form of a great beast struck the land. She had fled with the rest of her family, but throughout the mountain people were being picked off, some by the Dragon, others by creatures and folk of a strange kind. How she had escaped she did not know, after falling and hitting her head she had awoken in a shallow hollow, her scalp crusted with blood and dirt. She spent the next few months burying the dead left on the mountain, and avoiding the few creatures left haunting the hills. In those few months she tapped into a dark part of herself, fueling her interest in practical magick and demonic spirits. She marked herself with each dead body and sacrificed the blood to any passing traders in exchange for spells and information. Now, she will not talk of the dark days. She discovered Kurai Arashi on an off chance, and the rejoice was ongoing. From her family and strangers alike she became aware of the darkness that had been shoved down her families throats and this dampened her own shadows, which now lie dormant inside.

Bio Approval
Approved! -Yuji