Post by Ivy on Jun 16, 2008 1:40:43 GMT 1
Moonlight numbs these stone-cold terrors
tracing your spine in the pitch of night
while empty flowers spoke dreams of your imagined...
Nightmares
[/center]tracing your spine in the pitch of night
while empty flowers spoke dreams of your imagined...
Nightmares
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Gender:
Race:
Theme Band:
Theme songs by Kittie
BRaCKiSH
PApERdOLl
WItCH hUNt
Theme Song:
Physical Description:
Being a slender women of 18 and standing around 5'5" she's nothing special. She looks to be a bit frail or sick, with her skin being a few shades lighter then what a normal white persons skin tone should be. She refuses to wear the typical Shinigami robes (unless she is made to), wanting rather to wear what she wants. Her usual outfit consists of a short black or plaid skirt with thin chains looping from the top, past the fabric of the skirt and back up. Depending if she wears ankle high boots or her knee high boots, she wears leg warmers or fishnet stockings. Her tops are usually tight fitting corsets or sleeveless hoodies. (The corsets bringing a bit more of her feminine figure out, showing that she has a rather flat stomach; it also brings out her breasts.) The colors vary, anything from black to dark red and purple. Around her neck she wears a thick leather choker with demonic wings, branching away from a dark purple heart, at it's center. In the center of the heart is a pentagram. She covers her slim, yet muscular arms with loose fitting black gloves that stop just before her shoulder and are finger-less. On her right wrist she wears two simple gold bangles, on her left she wears a wrapping charm bracelet, the charms being from the zodiac. Her nails are mid-length and end in a point. (sorta like claws, but not really) They are painted black. Her thick jet black hair is done so that way it looks longer in the front and shorter in the back. Her tips fade to a dark purple. Her bangs are just as long as the rest of her hair. She keeps the right side flipped over her face, making it look a bit shorter. It also hides half of her face.The rest of her bangs she keeps parted to the left side of her face. Her eyes are narrow. The left eye is a dark shade of purple, light flecks of gray spiral out from the iris, making the eye seem to sparkle in certain light. Her right eye is a crimson red, dark flecks of amber are spun in it, also making seem to gleam in certain light. Her teeth are a bit vampire like, her, having filed her canines into fangs. She makes her eyes look really dark by applying her eye liner thick and dark, this also coming with mascara. She does her lips in either a really dark purple or red, sometimes black.
She is the left handed one out of the two sisters and has a small scar in the center of her palm.
She is the left handed one out of the two sisters and has a small scar in the center of her palm.
Personality:
People usually get a certain vibe from Ivy. She usually keeps to herself, not talking to people unless she has too. She usually keeps a calm and indifferent face, no matter her surroundings or what the situation. When she has to interact with other people, she is most likely going to be cold and uncaring. Preferring to keep herself in distant relation with fellow members of her squad and any other person. She never was a very talkative person, and is not one for chit-chat. She's not fast to trust people and believes she can do everything on her own. She is quick to speak her mind if the need be. She is quite easy to anger and is always serious. Although, at times she can be quite sarcastic. Also, if you haven't guessed yet, she is quite dark. She is like a thunderstorm, a bright flash is going to be followed by a rather loud boom. On the surface she seems rough but she feels she has to protect herself from everyone. For all her talk, she also feels a bit lost and unsure of herself because of her past.
History:
I toss and turn,
but the images never seem to leave,
I'm always haunted by my past,
my choices, my thoughts,
I've tried running,
but the further I run,
the more the cuts deepen,
MEMORIES HAVE BECOME NIGHTMARES
It was shocking in the late 1600’s to live when you had a child; never mind two at once and to have both children survive was another miracle. Mary was one of the lucky ones. She lived through the birth of her children and then didn’t have to go through the grief of losing one. There father, Adam an England ambassador, was shocked beyond happiness to learn that he had two girls. As the two grew older they became inseparable, acting the same as if one soul in two bodies. When they turned five their mother was pregnant again. They were both excited, knowing that soon they were going to have a little brother or sister. But when it was time for the baby to be born something went wrong. Mary died halfway through the delivery and even though the baby boy was safely cut out, he too died, in the night. The lost of his first boy and his wife’s death was devastating to their father. Eva and Ivy were confused and upset by their father’s depression. They didn't realize that their mom wasn't coming back and that they’d never play with their little brother. They were unsure of what to do to help there father, all they knew they had never seen him cry. For awhile they only heard him talk of the son he lost, and how disappointed he was, that he wouldn't get to pass on his knowledge. This is when the two sisters split and started to develop there very different personalities.
At first they tried to work together taking over their mother's chores in the house doing the cooking and cleaning. Eva picked up quite a knack for being the woman of the house, but Ivy was struggling to adjust to what she had to do. She burnt everything she tried to cook and Eva told her she had to re-wash every dish that Ivy had washed. Ivy was soon fed up with hearing that she shouldn’t try to help anymore when she tried so hard to, and walked out of the house looking for something else to do. She went out to sit in the garden that was behind the house and absently started to weed it. She felt like she wasn't needed. Eva was good in the kitchen, and what good was a girl who couldn't clean? Ivy liked it outside, liked the earth, the way the mix of diet and vegetation in her hands smelt and how it felt between her fingers. She lay down and listened to the trees quiet rustling in the wind and soon drifted off to sleep. She awoke when her father found her and brought her in the house later that night. He told her that he didn't want her wandering off and that she should stay inside when he wasn't home. Ivy sleepily mumbled back, that she liked being outside.
The next day the girls got a surprise when they got a knock on the door and opened it to find Amy; an older girl from down the street. Their father had asked her to come over and help him with teach the girls to be proper ladies. Amy taught them how to dress, correct posture and what was expected of them in everyday life. Ivy didn't like Amy much and told her countless times that she wasn't her mother and that she didn't have to listen to her and each time she was given a swift cuff to the side of the head. Eventually, Ivy was able to grasp being a 'women' and working in the kitchen to an extent.
Then every thing changed when their father announced that they’d be moving to American because of his job. After spending three months on a ship and having to stay below deck they reached their new ‘home.’ Getting use to being proper ladies in the new world was hard but soon the girls grasped it. And even though it wasn't very lady like, her father let Ivy start her own garden. So every day after she was done with her inside chores, she would go out and work in the dirt. The small patch was quite large for a seven year old, but she enjoyed being there. It was her place to escape her properness and be alone. By the time she was ten she had quite a green thumb, not only was she growing simple flowers, but she had started to grow vegetables as well. When she got her first tomato she was ecstatic and split it with her sister.
My past means nothing, but everything at once,
I want to forget,
But I'm afraid,
if I do, what does that leave me,
I'm in to deep,
There's not enough light to find the answers,
yet the questions are lost to the darkness,
My mind is crowed with useless thoughts,
By the time they were twelve, there father let them off the farm without him. Ivy loved the freedom it gave them; she could run if she wanted, take her hat off, remove her gloves and no one would be there to yell at her. Eva, on the other had, didn't like venturing out with out an 'adult' to watch them; but didn't really like staying home alone either, so she would tag along with her sister. The two became well known quite fast; of course, when two sisters look the same, it's going to attract some attention. Especially now, with word of witches beginning to spread throughout the village.
At first the girls ignored what was said; until the topic of discussion turned toward them. As soon as these started to include the girls, their father limited them going to the town without their gloves and hats. He also told Ivy that he didn't want to see her in her garden. Ivy hated being home, more so now because she couldn't go outside with out her father starting at her. She hated being told what to do and she most of all hated that there father was afraid of the village people.
"Witch, Witch, your a Bitch!" Or so became the chant the kids in the village would call when Ivy or Eva walked by or were seen. The kids were mean, as they chanted it was common for them to throw rocks or sticks at the two girl. This pissed Ivy off, but Eva usually was able keep her from hurting herself or anyone else. On one occasion, Ivy got a better idea. When her sister stepped in front of her, she smirked and pointed to the nearest kid. "I hope you get... Chickenpox!" This was met with a gasp from the current group of kids and then they scattered. About a week went by until they saw that kid again; he had Chickenpox. Was it a mere coincidence or was it provoked?
The rumors of them being witches lasted for sometime, but at last, people stated to get to know the two girls. They found that they weren't like what they had heard and felt bad about how they welcomed them to there village. Eva and their Father were all to forgiving in Ivy's eyes. She soon started to grow defiant and some what distant from people. She could see this worried her sister and her father, but the truth was, she didn't really care. It was later that day when she was sitting under a tree, that she felt something was wrong... or did it feel right. Either way, while she was sitting under it, the leaves slowly started to change color, a bright red; to match her mood perhaps?
I'm lost in a current,
a sea of blood, an ocean of sorrow, a river of pain,
a black rose in a sea of red,
I'm standing of the point of a bloody knife,
one foot is hanging out over a black abyss,
the other is holding me to the world,
my arms are out stretched,
keeping me balanced,
If I tip one way I fall into nothingness,
The other I fall into the sea of blood,
It didn't take long for them to get their own group of friends. In all there group was them and three other girls, five in all. They were at that awkward stage in life, the stage where they weren't sure what they thought of guys. From talking to the older girls, they heard stories of crushes and past 'guy' experiences. The other girls seemed interested, but Ivy listened half heartedly. These things didn't interest her, she shocked the other girls when she started to hang out with the boys. For awhile all her sister could ask her what one she liked out of them to be hanging out with them. Ivy really had no answer. She didn't like any of the boys that way; well any she hung out with anyway. She just found them more interesting to hang out with, they didn't have all the drama that the girls had.
Truth be told, Ivy did like someone in the village. He was a year or two older then her and helped his mom with her flower shop. He had short, but messy, dark brown hair and dark emerald eyes; making her think of the forest. He was the only guy she would blush around, and she hated it; but kind of liked it... in a twisted sorta sense. It was one day when she entered his shop that her life changed, dramatically. It was on a day when his mother was out in the gardens, and it was only him and her... except they weren't alone. When she walked in, she saw Lawrence bunching together flowers, like normal; what took her for surprise was the darkly dressed man sitting in the chair next to him. The man looked at her startled face with curious grin. "You can see him too?" Lawrence asked her. She nodded her head and he continued. "Then it is time you learned... what you really are." She glanced at him a bit confused, but then gasped as the darkly dressed man vanished.
Lawrence grabbed her hands lightly in his his, this made her cheeks flash with color. "You mustn't tell anyone about this." She nodded, not being able to speak, and agreed to answer what ever he was going to ask her. He laughed when she told him about accidentally making some kid get the chickenpox. After he was finished, he went and found two candles, a smirk on his face. "Watch this." He leaned his face into one of the candles, almost close enough that his lips were about to kiss the wick. He whispered something under his breath and lightly started to blow on the wick; and with a small crackle, the wick snapped to life with fire. Ivy looked at him with a stunned 'how the hell did he do that' look. He placed the other one in front of her. "Your turn." She did what he had, blowing just as lightly and closely, but her candle would not light. "Fire, it brings light to and makes us happy, yet, if we get to close to it, hurts us. Fire is like passion or hate. Think about it. Tell the flame what you love... what you hate." She tried again and this time, her flame flicked lightly and then went out.
I hear laughter, a loud hysterical laughter,
like the that of a manic,
I shudder, realizing the laughter is coming from me,
I close my eyes and feel a sudden rush come over me,
I feel like I'm burning, but I'm not on fire,
My body twists trying to extinguished the non-existent flames,
I fall,
I can't cry out,
my mouth is stitched shut,
I open my eyes,
...emptiness,
like an ever lasting night with out out a moon or stars,
That night when she got home, she told her sister all about what had happened at the flower shop... Leaving out the secrete parts. Her sister was thrilled, and happy that Ivy had broken out of her seemingly depressed state.The next day she went to see Lawrence, he wasn't in, and his mother said he back later that day. She wasn't sure what to, so she went back home to practice. She was determined to be able to have a longer lasting flame.This she found, was a bad idea. While she was trying to light the candle, her sister came into the room and gasp as the wick caught flame. Ivy looked at her, an unsure but nervous look on her face. "I-ivy, what did you just do!?" Eva said taking a few steps back. Ivy blew out the candle and looked up at her sister with almost pleading eyes. "Eva please..."It wasn't easy, but she soon had Eva convinced to keep quiet about it. Later that day when she told Lawrence, he said they had to leave soon, and that he was taking her as his consort. This of course delighted her... but she didn't know if she wanted to leave her sister and their father.
Eva had noticed that the past couple of weeks, Ivy had been impatient through church; all to ready to leave and run off to the flower shop. Eva of course knew why, and was quite unsure of the whole thing.
She felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell what. After a few days, Ivy told Eva; being twins they could sense each others uneasiness. When Ivy said she was leaving, Eva answered by throwing herself at her sister, and starting to cry. "No, you can't! You can't leave me... it wont be the same with out you." Ivy nodded and gently pushed Eva off her, then went and grabbed a knife. She lifted her left hand, palm towards her, and dragged the knife across the center of her palm. "My blood," Carefully grabbing her sisters right hand, she did the same thing. "Your blood," The she pushed there hands together. "Our blood" They looked at each other for a moment and then embraced each other and said their final good bye. Their scars an eternal link they would share forever after. Later that night, Ivy and Lawrence left like the wind, quietly blowing across the small village. The only thing left of them was memories, scattered like blown leaves, through peoples minds.
I feel cold now,
My cheeks are wet,
my lips taste salt,
I'm crying,
I hear a loud crack above me,
I look up as rain falls from the darkness,
lightning lights the air around me,
I'm trapped in a cage of trees,
Shadowy hands reach towards me,
The ground disappears,
and I fall back into the darkness,
At first, this arrangement felt like a dream. She was learning things, that people really shouldn't be able to do, and she was with Lawrence. She learned about plants and spells and other such things. After almost a year of being away, she started to miss 'home'. She'd look at her palm and wonder if her sister was doing the same. It wasn't hard to notice she was some what depressed; every time she walked under a tree, leaves would fall behind her. Law was concerned, but there was nothing he could do. If they went back this soon, people would be asking questions; not the type of questions he would want to answer... or learn the answer to. He convinced her to stay, at least until winter had past and it would be a bit safer to travel.
It was one night in a dream that her next course of action was chosen. This dream was like a nightmare... all to real. It was one of those nightmares that you want to wake up screaming to, but you can't, your made to lay there and see the whole thing. Once she closed her eyes, it seemed she had fallen to sleep, like she was peaceful; but behind her eye lids, she saw fire, heard it's crackle; felt it's heat. She heard her father's pain filled cry; her sisters anguished scream. It was then she woke up, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. She felt a throbbing in her palm and realized it was her scar. She looked at Lawrence's sleeping form and decided she had to go against her word; she was leaving. She threw on some warm cloths and a hooded cape. Before she left, she walked back to Lawrence and ran her hand through his hair. "I'm sorry..." She whispered before gently kissing his forehead. When the door closed behind her, it closed forever.
Once out in the snow, she looked up at the moon and gasped quietly. It was a beautiful full-moon, but thats not what made her gasp; it was the rings around it. They were thin and red, causing the moon to have an eriee red-orange glow. "Blood on the moon..." She whispered and started to pace. A thought of her nightmare flashed through her head; was it just a dream or was it something more? She stopped and looked at her scar. "Eva..." Her voice was heavy with worry as her stomach twisted with fear. She knew she wouldn't make it on foot, so jumped on Lawrence's horse and headed towards the village; glancing at the cursed moon as she went.
She arrived at the village just before the night turned to dawn. She slowed her horse, the village was quiet; but something didn't feel quite right. In the distance ahead of her she saw a flickering red-orange glow. Her eyes widened and her heart beat against her chest, so hard she thought it was going to rip out. "N-no... no... no, no, no." She said quickly as she sped her horse to the flames. The loud galloping of the horse told the villagers of her approach; they lined up with there torches. This spooked the horse, making it toss Ivy off, then it dashed back the way it had come. Ivy quickly stood and looked at mob of villagers and behind them at the burning house; she felt tears start to form in her eyes. She pushed someone down and then dove into the flames before the others had a chance to act.
It was like de ja vu. The heat, the flames, her fathers scream followed by her sisters. "Eva!" She yelled and waited. Then she heard his sisters hopeful voice call back. "Ivy!? Oh , Ivy is that you?" When Ivy go to where they were she found that a burning beam had fallen and that there father's legs were trapped under it. "Dad.." She said feeling the tears start to flow down her cheeks. Both Eva and Ivy tried to move the beam, but it was just to heavy. They heard a loud sicking crack above them; there father told them to run, to get out before they all died. With another crack the two girls agreed and ran out of the house; just to turn and watch it fall.
Then, before they knew what was happening, some of the villagers had jumped at them. The next happed fast; without though. Ivy threw the people off her and pushed the others off of Eva and grabbed her hand. They found they had run into the woods, with the shadows of the dawn playing tricks on there mind. They could hear the villagers chasing behind them; they ran deeper and deeper, but they could still hear them. Eva was soon out of breath and was letting herself be dragged along by Ivy, until she tripped on a tree root. When Eva stood, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle; she could only limp. Ivy wouldn't leave her sister and soon the mob of villagers caught up to them.
I can hear a voice, but I can't make out what it's saying,
a hand comes from the darkness and starts to squeeze me,
but it doesn't hurt; I'm numb
I'm staring down a path,
one I don't want to walk,
one I don't want to remember,
My hands are bound,
and I'm being dragged,
at the end is no cage,
but a Raven continuously calling my name,
They soon found themselves in a small cell. Ivy found that her hands were bound and she was tied to a hook in the wall. Eva, on the other hand, sat freely against the stone wall, a fresh wave of tears were traveling down her cheeks. Ivy felt she was the cause of this. Everyone she had known was hurt because of her. She looked at her sister and felt sick; ashamed. "...I'm sorry Eva."
Eva looked up at her sister, and turned so her back was toward her. "I hate you. You shouldn't of come back... You should have let me die in the flames."
Ivy tried to swallow her sisters words, but she felt tears as they started to drizzle down her cheeks. "Eva, I had this dream... and my scar. I thought I had to come back. No, I knew I had to come back."
"I know... I didn't think it was wrong to miss you... but the villagers were sure that I was adding a witch..." Eva dropped her voice. "Helping my sister." Eva looked at Ivy and stood. "The guard said that If I kill you, they'd let me go..." She lifted a small dagger she had kept hidden by her side. "Thats why your tied that way... so you can't fight me. "
"Eva..." Ivy swallowed and watched as her sister walked towards her and raised the dagger. She clenched her eyes shut. "Eva, We can get through this! Remember our scars... how they bond us..."She felt a swift breeze as the dagger went by her face... and cut the rope that was keeping her hands together. Ivy looked up at Eva with a confused face.
"But I can't do it... I can't kill you." She said and then started to walk backwards until she hit the wall. She clenched the dagger in her hands, so tight her knuckles were white. "But I can't.... I can't wait for them to kill me. I can't take the wait, knowing that they are going to kill us in some dreadful way... So I have chosen... Bye Ivy." Eva said as she plunged the dagger into her chest; her heart. Ivy jumped up, but wasn't fast enough.
"No, Eva..." She said as tears started to pour from her eyes. She let the weight of Eva's body push her to the floor. Eva was still breathing, but only faintly. Ivy hugged her sister one last time before she was gone; before the sister she held, was just a body. "Bye Eva..."She carefully laid it down and pulled the dagger from her sisters chest. She looked at it, dyed red with her sisters blood. She felt her stomach lurch. She laid sown next to Eva and held the dagger over her chest, her sisters blood running off the blade and onto her shirt. She stared at it for sometime, before sighing. "Laying here to die would be a relief. To finally get away from it all, what a sweet sweet dream that is. But that's all it is, a dream."
When the guard came to get them at dusk, he found Ivy sitting next to Eva's body, the bloody dagger in her hand. "So, now you kill your own sister. What was it for? Some sacrifice for freedom?" Ivy glared at the man, she said nothing; but the man still froze, getting a really uneasy look on his face. She didn't kill her sister... with her hands; but she knew she was a big part of why she killed herself. In a sense, she was the one that murdered her sister. Ivy knew if she wanted to, she could kill this man and run; but really, she didn't want to. She was ready to die, to give up and just die. She dropped the dagger and walked towards the guard and held out her wrists. The guard looked at her surprised, but retied her hands and tied a leash in between them. He then walked her out to village square.
There they had set up a stake with bundles of hay around it. They were planning on burning her. The village had line up to watch her walk. Some people threw stones, some sticks, others whatever they could grab. The lifted her bound hands over the stake, and then tied her feet to it. This was she couldn't run when they threw down the torch. She looked out at the people. She found it hurt when she saw people she knew, had been friends with, standing out in the crowd. She looked at the setting sun and the start of the rising moon. She found herself smiling. It all happened so fast; not even a day had gone by. "Welcome home." She muttered.
She didn't have such a long wait before they took the torches out. The two people who threw there torches on the bundles of hay, didn't even look at her. She found it strangely ironic. They wanted to get rid of her and made this big spectical of her; but couldn't look at her. She watched the fire spread and for her, time seemed to slow. It felt like ages before she could started to feel the heat of the flames around her, even though it was only a few seconds. As the flames reached her feet she closed her eyes. The sudden pain was almost unbearable. She realized she was afraid to die and wondered if Eva had the same fear. Her mind shifted through her past, trying to find something that would make it easier to go, to not be as afraid. She thought of the darkly dressed man she had talked to with Lawrence and what he had once said. "The only difference between life and death is one is physical and the other is spiritual ." She told herself as her dress caught flame. The next thing she knew, she was numb. She could no longer fell the heat or the flames. When she opened her eyes, she found that her vision had blurred and soon everything was black.
"Ivy!...Ivy!" Ivy felt a gentle push to her shoulder and looked up to see Eva. Then the past few minutes came back to her; that she was on fire. She jumped up and found... she wasn't on fire. She looked at Eva with a confused face. She didn't think she was dreaming... but. Then she realized the chain on her sister and then noticed she had one to. She didn't have much time to think about it as Eva had hugged her. "I'm sorry... " Ivy hugged her sister back, glad they were together again.
She then heard Eva gasp as she quickly pulled away from her. Eva's form started to be surrounded by a dark form. Her hands and feet started to change into claws as the blackness changed into something with more of a body like shape. A tail sprouted from her back side and then a white mask started to form over her head. It slowly started to change into a sad looking dogs head. Ivy backed away slowly, afraid of what just happened and not quite understanding it either. The monster, that was her sister, howled and then ran towards Ivy; who was easily caught. Inches from being devoured by her sister the darkly dressed man appeared.
The monster threw Ivy down and jumped at him. He easily moved and drew a sword. They traded a few blows, he getting knocked down a few times and the monster losing an arm and such. When the monster seemed tired out, the mad jumped and slashed the mask. As it ebbed away, a quick glance of Eva's face was seen. He quickly hit her in the forehead with the hilt of his sword. He then turned to Ivy, a soft smile on his face. "Lawrence misses you... he's going to be disappointed that your dead. "
Ivy bit her lip; her head spun with everything that had happened in the past...day. "I don't know what to say... I miss him too. Tell him I said goodbye?"
The man nodded. "It's time for you to go... wouldn't want you to end up like your sister... I have a feeling I wouldn't like to fight you." He said with a small smirk, the walked over to her and tapped her forehead with his hilt also. "Ivy, I'll let him know." She nodded her head and then again saw only darkness.
She awoke in another small village...this time she didn't see Eva. She started to explore and learned a little about the new world she was in, a world after death. She was tired and needed to think. She wanted to piece together what had happened, instead of having it jumbled in her head. She found a quiet spot and sat down. She looked at her scar and sighed. Once again she had failed to be there for her sister and once again she caused something bad. She wished she could just disappear, but she didn't think she could now. She didn't move for quite sometime... until she heard someone call her name. She looked up to see her sister.
They stayed in the Rukongai until they heard of the academy and enrolled. The school environment was a bit new to them, but not all that much. Ivy kept to herself for the most part. She would be found alone or with Eva. No one really tried to bother her... she didn't seem the type to like company. When they went through testing, Ivy had average to high scores. Her highest in Kidou and her fighting skill. She graduated and went into the 13 court guard squads. She and her sister sharing a rank with in their squad.
It's then I wake up screaming,
as my voice quiets,
I listen to the rapid drum beat that is my heart,
Fearcliy beating away in my chest,
ringing in my ears,
It's strangely soothing....
Yet, it angers me,
To know that I'm still alive
I want to die
To fall into the very nothingness
I fear so much
Skills:
Melee (armed):53(58)[68]
Kidou:60(60)[65]
Shunpo:33[43]
Reiatsu:70(80)[100]
Block:21(30)
Sense Reiatsu:22
Hide Reiatsu:16
Heath80
Zanpakutoh Name:Rising Moon & Setting Sun
Zanpakutoh Description (Sealed):Rising Moon & Setting Sun are arm swords
Rising Moon is her left handed sword. It is a crescent shaped blade, with the inner curve of the crescent being the sharp part of the blade. The hilt is charcoal in color and made of leather. The top half of the blade is a dark midnight blue that travels down the blade to mix with the jet black of the edge.
Setting Sun is her right handed sword. It has a shape close to an asterisk; meaning it has three blades. One is attached to the hilt, the other two cross over the first blade, like an 'X'. These blades are a bit curved; so when they are stabbed into something, they burrow into them.The blades are yellow-orange in color with the tips a crimson red. There is a black leather strap where all the blades meet..
Shikai Release Phrase: The day goes in full circle, as does life: Rising Moon, Setting sun; the twilight beckons.
Shikai Description:
Ivy's costume changes dramatically. It changes to a mix between a Joker and a Ringmaster. A black top hat, that looks like it has teeth above the brim, is worn low on her head, stopping just above her eyes; casting them in a bit of shadow. A maroon jacket with tails, that go down past her legs an end in a point, with a black halter top underneath. Her skirt is a bit longer, past her knees and is the same color maroon as her jacket, it is covered with black lace.
Her 'zanpakuti' split, one becomes a cane and the other a 54 deck of cards. (54 because I'm adding two jokers.) There are two ways she can use the cards. One is by what is on them. The numbers and the suites. The other is she can use her Reiatsu to mold the cards into things. For example each suite could change into a different weapon. The clubs a mace, Diamonds a sword, Hearts a shield, and Spades a whip. (I'm still working on this... The combos and whatnot.)
Her 'zanpakuti' split, one becomes a cane and the other a 54 deck of cards. (54 because I'm adding two jokers.) There are two ways she can use the cards. One is by what is on them. The numbers and the suites. The other is she can use her Reiatsu to mold the cards into things. For example each suite could change into a different weapon. The clubs a mace, Diamonds a sword, Hearts a shield, and Spades a whip. (I'm still working on this... The combos and whatnot.)
Bankai Release Phrase: The Twilight calls to you, dragging you, binding you, pulling you into it's depths, Welcome to my hell!
Bankai Description:Ivy throws her deck into the air as they become sharp edged an lethal. The 54 cards fly around Ivy, zipping through the air around her. She controls their movement with her Reiatsu. They also leave her hands open, for when she uses kidou. Now this is where the cane comes in. Her hands are open, because the cane is in a loop in her belt, but it is made from her Zanpaktouh. When an enemy happens to get past her cards, she can use the cane to defend herself. (Working on this too.)
Combine Powers:
My Blood,
Your Blood,
Our Blood.
My Blood,
Your Blood,
Our Blood.
Together the sisters join hands and renew the pact they had in their past world. The move is an illusion of sorts. It is all in the opponents head. Think of being surrounded by a continuous circular wall of cards, kings that take out their swords and try to cut you up with them. Then a pillar of light coming at you and you have no where to go.
- April 17, 10 points added "epic post"
-October 11, 5 points added, end of chapter points
That'll probably get worked out with your shikai and bankai, but it's still kinda odd.