Name: Amy Rei Fallen, Despairing Fallen, Crimson-striped tiger 'Tiger'

Age: 25

Gender: girl

Sexual Orientation: unsure, seemingly asexual

Organization: Lagoon Company

Occupation: Dojo sensei

Personality: Masochistic through the way her life ran, Amy tends to keep to herself. She refuses to speak unless necessary. She avoids social contact and is often found in her room 'brooding' or daydreaming. She imagines a world where she could be happy, but she doesn't feel that feeling she longs for. However she does do things for people. In rare cases she will show a glint of emotions. A lot of times she uses fighting as a last resort preferring to rip the mind apart before the body. She doesn't like spilling blood, but for those who have a sort of a power over her she is obedient. Her respect is slow to earn and many have died in the process of trying to get it. Not that she killed them, no she simply let them die at the hands of their own foolishness. Though dark and icy cold, she holds a sort of mothering presence and for those few she can call friend she will always stand to protect them.

Rage Mode:
Due to her childhood, she developed an alternate personality. When she 'black outs' she often can't remember a thing and it scares her(though it might not seem like it). However when the adrenaline begins rushing, she doesn't care anymore about people, what they feel or if they're hurting. Completely unfeeling in this state, she is more likely to punch someone in the face than in her normal mode. Her mind will be menacing and evil, thoughts of aggression pulsing through her eyes. In a lot of cases she is known to actually attack unless pulled back. This mode can be initiated simply by arrogant fools who decide to antagonize her or cocky bastards who decide to call her out. Her pride usually what drives her in this state there are few who can snap her out before damage is done. She has warning signs though they are so minute that only a very small few can know when she black outs and the rage takes over. As well in this state she focuses on her pure strength, tricks are a lot easier to pull on her as it is simply 'blind rage'.

When she comes back, she's terrified and usually for a while can't feel her body right. She goes completely numb and usually passes out or at least to her knees. The thing frightens her because she's afraid that it means she's fading. She doesn't like telling people because she's afraid of doctors. She often avoids taking medicine. As well Amy has a bit of a temper. Though calm and reserved in most settings her anger wells up quickly in her mind. She might not show it and even when she IS angry some don't know, but she would still be considering the death of her antagonizer. Most of the time she seems void of all emotion, however a select few can tell what her
true emotions are. She has a sort of control problem where she has a constant need to be in control, mostly it shows in her calm and cooled emotions. As well it makes her a hard person to get along with. Often times when she's joking, no one can tell. Her sense of humor droll and dry. Her voice is often monotonous making it even harder to decipher what she's thinking. While mostly quiet she is usually evaluating people, with eyes like that of a hawk she is constantly tearing a person apart simply by looking at them with her piercing glare.

Abilities: Amy's ability is apathy. She is quiet and restrained and often times seeming to be without emotions.

Weapon of Choice: Rapier

Physical Appearance: Wisps of reddish hair wave down from her head, bangs slightly framing her face. Her skin is an olive tone, however extremely pale that some people tease her about being fluorescent. Her body is very small, she comes to 5'4" in height and only 110 lbs in weight. Her body looks very skinny, a lack of muscles in her appearance, however what she lacks in strength, she has in agility and flexibility. Her appearance is very decieving as despite her size she can hold a great strength. The curve of her eyes hold a sort of feline appearance a gold-blue and green all mixed into one with cat-like almonds for pupils. Her looks leave most to assume the young girl is a demon in disguise.

All over her body are the pale and dark hues of scars. Almost every part of her body seems to hold a scar of some sort earning one of her nicknames "Crimson-striped tiger'. They are beginning to fade, however they are still visible in certain lighting and closeness. A particularly harsh one is the one over her left eye that goes through where her iris would be, however it wasn't deep enough to steal away her vision.

Spoiler:

Clothing: Lolita is how she prefers to dress. She wears casual wear, however with a gothic-esque hint. Her Clothing usually black. Long, knee-high vinyl, buckled boots. beneath would be black and white striped stockings. She wears gloves that have a lacey, meshy look to them up to her elbows. Her skirt a plaided black with chains hanging. On her wrists she as well has bracelets look like shackles with a few chains hanging. Occasionally she'll powder her face to look almost deathly white. Her shirt is a halter-corsette top that wraps around her neck with a series of chains crossing across the front. A few dangling chains attach to her waist and to a belt around her waist with spikes that sits slant idly on her skirt. Topping it all off with black nail polish.

Her red-pink hair is usually pulled into a pair of ringlet-type pigtails. If not then it's pulled in a spikey bun-type or pulled back in a beret. Her earrings vary from black lightning bolts, to panda or even crescent moon. Around her neck sits a black leather collar with lace trim and another trickle of small chains that fall into a blood-red gem.

When she doesn't wear her gothic attire, she wears a simple pair of blue jeans with a loose t-shirt. Her hair falls in her eyes, hiding the golden brown irises. Around her neck in these times instead is a small wolf-piece that she adores.

Biography: Amy was born in America, long ago. Her parents finding the place boring moved not too long after her birth to Japan. Finding the continent a fascinating culture they left their American heritage in the dark and settled into the well-populated continent. Amy was surprisingly excepted into the culture despite her obvious looks that made her a misfit. Her father had lived their most his life anyways and met her mother on a mission that sent him out to America. The family settled quickly.

Not much was expected of a young girl born the night of a new moon over twenty years ago. None knew what the future held for her or the trials that the gods would plague her with. In the end she would be a hardened and seemingly heartless woman. No one knew and as they celebrated the birth of the only (Known) child to a famous man, the clock slowly began ticking and her fate was slowly sealed.

The first few years of her life were normal, she grew up as a fun loving child. She could smile and be carefree just like most children were; getting into mischief and causing trouble, but all in all a good girl. She didn't excel in anything particularly and despite her father's 'famousness' she was no more than normal. They began to expect nothing more from her than to be an average girl when the time came. Unfortunately the time would never come for her parents to see the day.. well at least together. However her life pre-school were the best of her life.

Just before she started her school days her parents divorced and her father left all the memories of him vanishing along. After all who can remember things when they're that young. Her mother was heart broken and her attitude began to change. Everything became Amy's fault and for that whole year she acted as if Amy had never existed. Though she never completely disowned her, after all she got pity for being an only mother.

As she began the school years her mother began to twist worst. Turning to substance abuse she was often too high or drunk to help Amy with money. There were times she almost sold Amy just for more of her drugs. However a man stepped in and stopped her. This man, her godfather, watched closely over Amy as she grew to learn how to be a samurai and tutored her well. It didn't take long for Amy to seem happy once more. After all, the way of bushido was a good release and quite relaxing.

Unfortunately at home things grew worse. Her mother became violent and soon began forbidding Amy from seeing any other children. Afraid to lose her only child or fear of losing her only chance at emergency money, she began keeping Amy home. The young girl was constantly grounded and forbidden to go to the academy. This didn't stop her though. Amy simply got more practice by sneaking out and going to the classes anyways.

One day Amy came home to her mother and was shoved into her room. As if being jumped by thugs she was tied up and forced into a thing that looked like a cage. Nothing was where she left it and in fact it no longer seemed to be her room. It was bland dark and in fact held nothing not even light. The only slight of illumination came from cracks in the wall where it seemed someone had assaulted in a deathly rage. The bars were locks and then her room. Despite her trying to fight her way free and being a ninja she should have been able to leave, but a man stood in her room daily with her. She knew just by looking at him he was a strong man who could easily overpower her.

Resigned to her fate and though she struggled, Amy found herself locked away for months that felt like years. She was fed sparingly; worse than a death camp. She was never allowed to leave the room and she never saw anyone besides her male counterpart. As well the man never spoke to her and looked right through her. There was one night that she spoke with him, but the conversation was brief. "If you want to kill yourself.. now would be the time." His look was that of a devil and as he tossed something into Amy's cage she snatched it up.

Feeling the need and want to end it, she rose her blade. The moment of hesitance between breaking her skin however threw her off and she missed that vital vein. Though she bled profusely she still had not a clue why she was still alive and from lack of nourishment she passed out. The man's laughter echoed through her head. Whether he was an angel of death or a merciful spirit Amy couldn't decipher.

When she came to, she heard a voice crying out her name. Her eyes were blank and soulless as she looked up. A familiar face in tears and shaking her body. Her name repeated from his lips. She could hear but she could barely move. With a struggled effort from both, Amy was on her feet. The boy helped her down the stairs explaining he had been worried after not seeing her around and come to see her. For some reason the house looked deserted and it wasn't until he had gotten inside that he realized the truth of everything. His concern shone brighter than stars.

Reaching the exit something happened that was unexpected. Her mother showed. In a fit of rage; not wanting to lose Amy for her demented reasons she attacked at the two. Amy was too weak to fight the woman off and her friend knew this. Without the time to shove her out of the way and himself, he simply pushed Amy and ended up taking the attack himself. People held high endurance but being stabbed in the heart was something even they could not live through.

In a fit of rage Amy went to attack her mother but found herself more concerned for her friend. Though she knew he couldn't live and he was dead upon the strike she still struggled to get help and lead her way to a hospital. They had a hard time breaking the news to the girl. It didn't matter how gently they did it; Amy completely shattered. Short of going on a massacre, her godfather figured out the truth. Taking in Amy as his own child, he tried to clear the clouds of her past. It only worked remotely like using glue on a shattered glass. A temporary fix that wouldn't hold up. With time she got another promotion to being a teacher. Her dad was proud.

Amy was slowly recovering, but not completely. Her trust for people completely disintegrated. She turned her complete focus on training. For a while she even became a mute by choice. She refused to speak to others or show anything to deal with her past. Her clothes would cover as much as her body as she could despite the weather. She would ignore God himself and simply focused on doing her job.

Even when gaining her own dojo, she proceeded to be antisocial and as limited as possible. She kept to the shadows but when alone she was seen with tears. Upon one mission her flesh became exposed. A battle limiting her ability to keep everything concealed. Simply by looking at the stripes along her arms and legs she was dubbed a crimson-striped tiger. Her personality that of a lone tiger and her body with enough stripes to amaze simply by the fact she had more than not. Though her students wondered if they covered her whole body, no one knew.

She worked hard and followed orders obediently. However when she was caught alone, people would see her crying, so behind her back they arose the old nickname of her past and simply added to it. She would be known as 'The Despairing Fallen Angel' or Despairing Fallen for short.

Impressed by her progress and skill, her godfather introduced her to someone else and left Amy in the hands of a man she'd never met. She worked with them for a while and though she wouldn't admit it aloud nor in her head, she fell in love with him. Despite his cold and somewhat uncaring attitude, they found themselves dating and in fact have never separated from their relationship since. She proceeds to call him names or insult him time to time, but he returns the favor. The relationship is odd and some wonder how it works, but the two never question it. Amy though finds him slightly annoying as he learned so quickly everything about her. At times he had used it against her. She seeks to one-up him so far to no avail.

After having murdered her mother, Amy became a criminal. Seeking employment and a new name, she now goes by Tiger for short as her nickname. Looking for employment became difficult until one day she was approached by a man. He offered her a job in a sort of business while she worked in the dojo in the front lines. Deciding it would be a good way to work, she began her services with the Lagoon Company in secret.

RP Sample:
Blood... blood stained the earth. There was simply blood everywhere. Scattered droplets and the leftovers of bodies. Corpses cradled in the arms of ditches. Nothing was as it seemed. Even the shadows themselves seemed to bleed and cry. Sobs and screams could be heard on the wind and the sound of slicing flesh ripped apart any peace. There was nothing. Yet everything was going on. How could this be? Only shadows of the past. Specters that never faded away and forever stained the field. Dancing forever on the wind with the dirt and dust. Leaves and petals so contrasting; decaying on the wind and yet so vibrantly colored.

Crunching beneath her soles, the crisp autumn leaves were crushed. Amy found herself amazed; gazing forever at a village in ruins. The houses long abandoned and the streets deserted. Not a soul seemed to be here. Would there ever be someone here again? Well there was Amy. But aside from her? No there seemed to be none around. Nothing but the souls of the departed. Twigs and branches littered with old shingles and some shattered glass along the roadsides. The moon waxed and waned above beneath the eery dark clouds above trying to hide the dark sky.

Stopping her walking, Amy took a deep breath. The area smelled of death and decay. Her mind holding the images of blood and screams. History books told her what went on here and then it seemed the place had a story all its own. Amy found that the best part. Her face held the usual stoic glaze as she simply stood, chains jingling softly in the strong wind. It was a dark night and the ghosts almost wailed on the air around her. There were none though, simply the wind and her imagination. Her reddish hair danced and her green eyes pierced the thin layer of atmosphere before she closed them a moment. Hand on her partisan, her naginata, she twirled it and thrust the blade hard in the ground.

The hem of her skirt lifted gently before she could pull herself into a sitting position. Despite what she was wearing she sat cross legged and closed her eyes. Her ears and nose taking in the surroundings as her tongue could almost taste the sorrow in the air. The looks of her in this area made her appearance of almost a vampire from fantasy books. It was obvious she was not a native Japanese by heritage, but her words would be fluent. She was silent and simply absorbed her surroundings. A moment of meditation.

Amy heard movements however soft they may be no one could completely mask the sounds of crunching twigs and leaves. Her eyes opened briefly and she looked towards the man's direction, well towards where she'd heard sounds. Her eyes looked narrowed and cold, but they held no anger or resentment; just suspicion. Her tongue moistened her lips as she analyzed his intentions. He could have attacked, but he didn't. That meant he wasn't hostile.. for the most part. Trying to sound friendly utterly failed as she spoke, "What are you staring at?"

Naturally she wasn't trying to be rude, she simply found it irritating when people stared. After all her looks earned her enough for people to stare at her for. In a way she herself looked like a ghost. Her skin and hair color working to make her seem really out of place among any crowd. Her chains jingled slightly as her body shifted and her hands rested in her lap. No one knew why she was here except her and by looking at her it seemed that even SHE might not know why she was here.

Amy blinked a few times, her head once more turning to face the man. He was as well facing her and as he bowed and introduced himself, Amy arched a brow. He had answered a question she had yet to ask. He failed to answer her actual question. Nonetheless it would be rude to receive someone's name and not give your own.

"Amy." She said coldly and quickly. She didn't have a distaste for the man or anything, she just simply was a cold person in general After all she'd been through, who could really blame her. Her body shifted and she pulled herself to her feet. Her hair was falling straight against her back, red and just with a slight wave, the bangs of her hair falling in her eyes. She observed the man through her feline-like eyes and seemed to frown. However it wasn't a frown, it was simply a stoic glance as always. There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, running her hand along the the sides of her locks and keeping it out of her face somewhat. "What brings you to this sanctuary for ghosts?" Her tone dark and almost morbid with each word.