Name: Okiro Kikinashi
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Personality: Okiro is a rather quiet individual. Now, when you think quiet girls, you think, "Oh, the quiet shy type - how adorable!" Okiro isn't that kind of quiet. She just doesn't talk often. It has nothing to do with how much she likes or dislikes you. And when she does talk, she seems to not use tact very often, usually being straightforward and telling the truth. Yet, despite this seemingly rude front, she's actually quite caring due to her upbringing, or lack thereof. She's even snuck an occasional creature to nurture it in its time of need.
Bio: Okiro hasn't necessarily had the greatest childhood. She was orphaned in a very poor area of Vale seeing as her parents died in a Grim attack. She was then delivered to said orphanages, where her first few years were spent in poverty, but a good environment. The old woman that ran the joint was nice enough. She knew they didn't have money, but tried her best to take care of the children, by reading to them, or taking them to a park. Okiro looked up to the woman, sort of like a grandmother. She was grateful that she took such joy in taking care of the children. She loved her like family.
Unfortunately, when Okiro was only five, the woman had passed away. Okiro and all the other children were heartbroken. What made it worse, was that the new old woman that had inherited the orphanage, was a nasty old woman. She made the children clean every day. Their meals were based on how well they did in their daily chores. She kept telling them no one would adopt them, that they were unwanted. And she especially loved to pick on Okiro. After Okiro's grandmother-figure had passed away, she had grown silent, and withdrawn. She missed the woman just like she missed her parents. The old woman would torment her, being she was the easiest to pick on. She was depressed, she would rarely leave her bed. Because of this, she would barely ever do chores. Thus, she was rarely fed. She survived off of scraps that the occasional child would give her. Not entirely out of generosity, but mostly because they don't want to deal with her dead body.
This continued for nearly seven years, full of despair, torture, malnourishment and anguish. She hadn't improved at all. She barely spoke to her fellow orphans. There was nothing to talk about. They were all alone, anyway.
Luckily, some brave soul had reported this behavior to city officials. The nasty old woman was removed from the orphanage. A new official was put in. The first open house they got, Okiro was adopted by a loving couple who had just lost their teenage son in a Grim attack, placing a bit of a connection between the two. They saw they condition she was in, and thought how horrible it must have been. They spent over twenty minutes brushing her teeth and getting a huge layer of plaque and build-up off her teeth. They fed her well and tended to her needs. The first time she had her first real meal in years, she couldn't properly express her joy for having real food. They loved her, and she loved them. She went to school, and was still rather socially awkward. She often spent time alone inside and outside of school. There was one thing they noticed, though. Whenever she did have a friend over, she always cooked something up for the friend. Whether it was a light snack or a meal, she would always make sure her friends were properly fed.
It was at age 15 when Okiro decided she wanted to be a Huntress. She wanted to protect people, and make sure no one went through what she and her family went through. She had been researching Dust and its effects, reading up various Hunters and strategies. Her parents were skeptical, but were supportive nonetheless.
Okiro applied for Sanctum, and quickly made a name for herself. She studied hard, and trained hard. Most people assumed that due to her physical appearance, she would be useless, and would just make a fool of herself. But they were very wrong. She was quick, very quick, and had a tendency to wear out her opponent, making the final strike easy. She was given the opportunity to apply to Beacon a year early, and she took it.
The same thing had happened there. No one expected anything from her. But, she proved them wrong. She worked hard, and made it to team HORS, one of the most popular and successful teams at Beacon. Now in their Senior year, they're not only her teammates; they're her family. And she looks after them.
Physical Appearance: Gaunt seems to be the proper word to describe Okiro. Now, she doesn't look anorexic or totally malnourished, but one would agree that she doesn't seem to be the healthiest looking individual out there. She stands at an average five feet, nine inches, with a rather pale complexion, and straight, long black hair that reaches below her back, and is long in the front, as well, sometimes obstructing her view until she pushes her hair out of her eyes. Her eyes are a shimmering midnight blue, with small specks of gunmetal grey around the iris.
Clothing/Armor: It's quite hard for Okiro to find clothing that fits properly, and that's exactly why she makes most of her own clothing. Starting from the top, she has two leather armbands that are black in color, reaching from her wrist to her elbow. On her torso, she wears a tight black t-shirt, with a slate gray poncho over it. Said poncho has no particular design on it, it's just plain. It also reaches down to her pelvic area at its lowest, so it generally covers up a good portion of her whole upper body, causing easy concealment of weapons. Her lower body simply has a pair of black short shorts that stop at about her mid-thigh. Her shoes are a pair of black and white country-esque boots. Usually, she keeps a large, serrated combat knife in there.
Semblance: Hyperspeed. Okiro has a nearly unnatural ability to speed herself up, effectively using it to slow and weaken her opponents in battle.
Color Represented: Onyx
Fairy Tail Represented: Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Famine.
Emblem: A black scale, though the weighing platforms are replaced by her chakrams.
Miscellaneous Info: Okiro is an excellent chef, and often prepares large meals for her friends. She also has a tendency to use Honorifics on most people who are very close to her.