Let me test some sh** out..NO looking

[Nanari Uchiha]

гєlยςtคภt 𝔱𝔞қ𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔲〖Ŧเรђ ʊʋʈ σƒ ωαтєя〗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯

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𝔄 𝔅 ℭ 𝔇 𝔈 𝔉 𝔊 ℌ ℑ 𝔍 𝔎 𝔏 𝔐 𝔑 𝔒 𝔓 𝔔 ℜ 𝔖 𝔗 𝔘 𝔙 𝔚 𝔛 𝔜 ℨ
𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷
ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ
н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y z

z ʎ x ʍ ʌ n ʇ s ɹ b d o u ɯ l ʞ ɾ ı ɥ ƃ ɟ ə p ɔ q ɐ

ค ๒ ς ๔ є Ŧ ﻮ ђ เ ן к l ๓ ภ ๏ ק ợ г ร t ย ש ฬ ץ א z
ɑ ɒ ʙ ɓ ɔ ɕ ɖ ɗ ɘ ə ɚ ɛ ɜ ɝ ɞ ɟ ɠ ɡ ɢ ʛ ɥ ɦ ɧ ɨ ɩ ɪ ʝ ɫ ɬ ɭ ɮ ɯ ɰ ɱ ɲ ɳ ɴ ɴ ʀ ʁ ʂ ʈ ʉ ʊ ʋ ʌ ʍ ɣ ɤ ʎ ʐ ʑ

α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω x у z ʗ ɗ ɢ ң қ ɱ

[Nanari Uchiha]

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------------𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 เร 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ๏ภlץ 𝔚𝔞𝔶 t๏ ℭ𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔢 ๓ץ 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔩 ร๏ยl

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--รςгєค๓เภﻮ ๓ץ𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 --†нєу ωαη† мє ɗεąɗ-- [tђє●•я𝔲ıภə∂•●⓵ 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢ρℓєαsє]

--𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 ค๓ į เภ tђเร l๏ภє ฬ๏гl๔ --ι'м ℓσѕ† & αℓσηє-- [In my sister's very red room =__=]

--เ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 tђє ςгเєร ๏Ŧ t๏г๓єภt--ѕєαя¢нιηg ƒσя ๓у ѕα¢яιƒι¢є-- [Dying of boredum]

𝔢𝔵𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ๓ץ ร๏ยl t๏ lเשє -- ∂єѕριʈє ʈнє ¢σѕʈ -- [Replying to you...Duh!!]

ฬђץ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 ๓є Ŧ๏гєשєг -- ωнєη ʈнєяє'ѕ єʈєяηιʈу -- [Hm, anyone who'll want me...]



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[Nanari Uchiha]

☠☠☠☠☠☠❀HÍÐdêÑ ßéHÏND ą MiR†hƒÛ£ ïdeÑʈιʈ¥
☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠ll Ayaka Anna-Lee Belvaria


☠☠☠☠☠☠❀ƒeéÎîng αи ÍllUŠ¡OÑ

☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠ ☠ll calm, happy, serene


☠☠☠☠☠☠❀†høÙgh† ؃ †hë §öúL

☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠ ☠ll Only thought is the song playing in my head


☠☠☠☠☠☠❀wh£r€ m¥ MÎÑÐ §†aŸ§ ÐÖrmåц

☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠ ☠ll Wondering around town


☠☠☠☠☠☠❀My hêår† äßÎÐe§ †ø…

☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠ ☠ll Of course my precious Big brother ^_^

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«𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 »∷𝔒𝔣∷ƒ𝔞ї𝔱ɥ-»𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔫❉ภ⓶
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|| ✖ || ౦ 〖❜єℓℓσ ββy ßøø〗 ౦ wondrous Techy

Oh I just couldn't resist to try this
[/ponders] I wonder......
What shall come of it? [/big smirk]


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◊ Hi there, I'm Chika Akatsuki.
◊ I came from Zombie loan.
◊ If you wanna chat, look for (character's screen name).
◊ Pay no attention to the person behind me: Nanari uchiha. I am my own person.

[Nanari Uchiha]

₪ 𝔄у𝔞𝔱𝔬 | 𝔎у𝔬𝔱𝔞k𝔞 | 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔞 ₪
❝𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 เร 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ๏ภlץ 𝔚𝔞𝔶

t๏ ℭ𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔢 ๓ץ 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔩 ร๏ยl❞

₪тнə gəиəяаℓ

∞ Ayato; Kyotaka; Kyo
∞ nineteen
∞ Male
∞ necromancer//Human
∞ Holic
∞ Knives
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Necromancer: The Ability to control and manipulate the dead.
Used for defense, offense and gathering information.

Psychokinesis- His only weapon is his precious knives but
advance psychic abilities allows him to manipulate them to rip through bones,
propel them with unimaginable speed and distance

yəs? || иo?

Peaches ☺ givin some space!xxxCats of any form ☻
Star gazing ☺ givin some space!Being told what to do ☻
Deceiving others ☺ givin some space!Pure hearted beings ☻

тнə ßаскgяоuиd ₪


my persona…
Resembling that of the sea, Ayato can have a solemn expression, emotions brewing within that small stature as he displays nothing but content. However, when bad news erupts and his power starts to overturn, that contentment is pushed aside and everything is put into order. However, things such as anger never existed in him as he struggles to mock others in order to recollect his thoughts. There was always a hint of amusement toward his own actions and a fraction of sarcasm conveyed upon others. His personal feelings were a burning flame growing amidst in his heart and yet every fiber of his being refused to display them. Sadness, and fear was never uttered at the tip of his tongue. They were just insignificant things that were never dealt with and that's why that so called smile upon those supple lips were that of facade. It was a mask he grew to wear all his life.

His main focus however was to live....to live life to the fullest and never look back. To fight against the storms that attempted to push him away from his one and only goal...and that was to be free and have fun doing it. To get to that goal, games were his first priority, the players chosen due to their pure hearts and heroic actions. It gave him the satisfaction to destroy his little toys and with mind and heart, he made it personal to finish the game and come out a winner. There wasn't any room for miscalculations, his own sanity brushed away in order to succumb to the powers that seem to lurk within him. Ayato would sacrifice his soul, his mind and his body, just to be victorious.


past and present self…
It was like finding a needle in a hay stack. Just to figure out what he was going to do in life gave him much frustration. The every day routine pricked away at his insides, the boredom of it all took little specks of his soul as he did nothing but lounged around. It seemed his whole life was focused on nothing in particular and yet he found a calling as knives were suddenly presented to him. Where he got them was of no concern, however, what he could do with them were as deadly as ever. Precision, agility and focus were his tools, his weapons were that of the cold steel that comfortably laid between his fingertips. It was a beginning of a new future.

So through all this, what happened to his so called family. Well, he had a twin brother, a father who attempted to place respectable goals upon his sons and a mother who loved him dearly. It all was a picture of a perfect family but that was not what he wanted, he wanted power, to put forth the family name in view of terror and to do all that, a man gave him the opportunity to seek out his desires. His name was Naraku. All he had to do was to collect some jewel and he'll be all set on his way towards power and greatness. Seemed easy at first as he eagerly awaited to receive a Shikon Jewel of his own. Carefully, it was placed in his right eye, the searing pain only lasting for a mere second. Once the process was done, his eyes focused upon the many Shikon Jewels that were implanted in Naraku's body. He could see them so clearly now and it aided him in his search.

The thought of being someone else's puppet annoyed him but there was nothing more he could do right now. As a human, he was a mere speck of dust sprawled lifeless upon the world but now, he could manipulate objects however he wanted, he could control the dead and above all, he had the power he was searching for. He left his family behind and went forth upon his quest for the sacred Jewels.

Of course he wasn't alone in all this. Not only was he controlled by Naraku but Ayato was supposedly a mercenary which meant he had another leader to take order from and also included risking his life in the process. He was the new member, completely oblivious to its history but he surely was there when Holic started to crumble. From the vast number of member to only four. It was amusing how they all started to die but it also meant there was less bullshit to listen to.






┌my lil ninja┐
siисəяəℓy,
└мy lil ninja┘

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[Nanari Uchiha]

✖ ✖ ✖ tгเรtคภ ๔เ๏г ๓єгςгє๔เ ✖ ✖ ✖

My Day Job ::

Servant

I've Blown Out This Many Cakes ::

21

Taller Than the Ruler ::

5`7``

Break the Scale ::

130 lbs

The Best Descriptors ::

Standing at 172 cm, Tristan bares numerous of tattoos upon every inch of body. However, he made sure to disregard his face, hands and feet due to his religion being the reason. Every inked insignia depicted various important event in his life. One of which is a decorated graffiti imprint cross placed across his chest. The calligraphy names placed right in the center of he religious symbol was that of his dad and girlfriend; Father Christopher and Amelia. Other symbols that were etched with great meaning were the charcoal color chains encircling his right forearm, the demonic skull on his left hip and a impious sapphire dragon wrapped around his right leg.

People Often Say I'm ::

His demeanor projects a sense of calm and sincerity. His warm smile causes many to assume he can be easily approached. For those he had been newly acquainted with, he usually puts on a mask, his eyes discretely analyzing their every move, his words chosen carefully in order to earn their trust and his obedience never failing to please others, which concealed his true identity. His personality could shift towards anyone’s desire because in this ’palace’ where perfection reins supreme, he knew his façade appearance could kill all.

Memory Lane ::

Tristan was a hopeless romantic whose life and actions revolved around the girl he loved and the father that protected him. His father, Travis; focused his job upon biological weaponry and in-depth knowledge of the social psyche of an individual. It was only natural that Tristan would be his successor from the day he was born . He understood how the human mind worked, how one would logically interpret a situation and immediately grasped the knowledge of one’s emotions. This certain understanding prepared him for the future that was ahead of him. Emily, his girlfriend, was the very first who stole his heart. It was the reason why Tristan developed an interest toward anatomy and human physiology. Emily’s life was revolved around the field of nursing, so simply enough, he followed her throughout college. Basically, this part of the story was a bore to him. Sure he had someone to love, somebody to trust and a stable job to boot, but his own mind couldn’t suffice with the dullness that was called ‘life’.

Everything started to pick up when the outbreak festered upon the flesh and organs of the people around him. Like many others, he depended upon his father for a cure. Everyone was lined up for an unnatural ‘brain transplant’ that took more lives than the disease itself. Although, there was nothing Tristan could do. He understood the chances of surviving the procedure and the disease; so Emily and Tristan were the first up to take that chance. With fingers tightly entwined with one another, they both went under anesthesia and oddly enough, the last thing Tristan vividly remembered was a red hair rag doll.

The next day everything was a blur. He found himself in a tub of water stained with blood. Surely, with a quick body inspection, he realized it wasn’t that of his own. Naturally, Tristan was startled, eyes darting to find his Emily but instead of his beautiful brunette, he stared at that same rag doll back at the facility. To say the least, that wasn’t the only weird thing that he noticed. When a woman came in to explain the situation, he found out he was alive in his own body. His father was dead, Emily was presumed dead and his life was succumbed to serving the being that they were supposed to become. Tristan subconsciously kept the rag doll close at hand, the boy distastefully getting use to life as it supposedly will forever stay.

My Interests Lay In ::

|| ౦Getting his life back
|| ౦Emily
|| ౦Destruction
|| ౦Love
|| ౦Wishing upon a star


Get It Away From Meeeeee! ::

☠ Perfect being/ ‘things‘
☠ Music
☠ Being imprisoned
☠ Useless conversations
☠ The past
☠ Anything that reminds him of Emily


Lookie here! See What I Can Do! ::

❝Various martial arts training to defend himself physically and mentally❞
❝With keen observation, he‘s able to predict other‘s actions❞
❝Abnormally heightened knowledge of the human body and the development of discreet lethal weaponry❞


Beaten, Curses! ::

➸ His right ankle reframes him from fighting with his fullest potential
➸ Complete attachment for people he loves and inanimate objects he never wants to let go
➸ fear of centipedes and spiders


Things Left Unsaid ::

He will never be found without his precious rag doll.

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[Nanari Uchiha]

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 เร 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ๏ภlץ 𝔚𝔞𝔶 t๏ ℭ𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔢 ๓ץ 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔩 ร๏ยl

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He knew little about the house that imprisoned him. For all that was worth, he understood his body was devoted toward serving those diabolical dolls and sinfully disturbed demons. Tristan Dior Mercredi, fully understood that the house had a mind of its own. It had powers beyond his knowledge and with that, it was his own enemy. His feet slightly thudded along the corridor, his azure hues shifting around every corner of the house with caution. He knew little about the rules that were plagued upon every individual that resided here. However, despite his lack of attention toward the woman that told him these ‘important’ shackling aphorisms; Tristan seemed to have broken the most important rule of all….

Fingers subconsciously dragged along the walls as he trotted through the ominous area. ’I wonder if this stupid house can read my mind’ He chuckled at the thoughts that had previously rutted in his head. Clearly enough the house would have realized the insanity that emitted off of the 21 year old ‘light‘ servant, but it was obviously ’their’ fault for putting him in here. He was going to make sure they regretted the very day his beloved‘s body was ripped away from her. ’I didn’t deserve that body Tristan. So stop that. Just cope with what you’re given.’ Tristan gazed at the fragile rag doll in his hand. His fingers entwined with the red yarn of her hair, his grip securely fastened around the cotton dress and its plush body. The very toy that remained in his hand was the only thing he had left of his precious Emily. Regrettable was his heart that sunken below the misery of guilt, his words uttering the very words he failed to live up to. Tristan was supposed to protect, to be that guardian angel, not some low life servant. “How can you even consider to cope. What is there to get use to? I’m a servant, you’re a doll; there’s noting to cope with Emily.” His anger clearly got the best of him as his words echoed throughout the hallway. At the realization of such, his feet rooted to the floor. For now, his thoughts focused upon the silence that they were immersed in, his mind processing the percentage of which determined the possibility of an individual that may be near. However, the tranquility of it all soon enough departed as Emily’s words broke through his thoughts. ’As long as we have each other right?’ Tristan let out a sigh, his body numbing towards the phrase that festered in his head. “Yeah, I guess.” He kissed the doll’s forehead and continued onwards. Through the eerie corridors, he inspected the area thoroughly. There wasn’t anything in particular he was looking for, he just needed to layout his surroundings. He noted every door and passageway, mentally drawing out a blue print of the area. To do this, he walked through every element’s territory and ended up on the second floor. The schematics of each floor were both intricate in design and represented each element accordingly. ‘What are you doing now?’

Once the question presented itself, Tristan was already grabbing a chair and setting it amongst the corner of a wall. Even with the nonexistent presence of his father, he still had his knowledge that he obediently absorbed throughout his life. With caution, he looked down the corridor for any ‘trespassers’ and then went on his way to step on the chair in order to inspect the walls. “I’m making sure the dolls I serve are safe, that’s all.” With a snicker, his fingertips glided over the crevasses of the ceiling, Tristan thoroughly locating an area to plant his microscopic device. “Alright house, if you’re alive then I’m going to say that I’m not doing anything to harm these dolls and demons. All I’m doing is securing the perimeter, that’s all.” With the magic the house was possessed with to serve these dolls, he wasn’t sure whether or not these walls were even alive or merely just ‘magical’. So precautions were taken as he placed the small, black, circular camera upon the corner of every corridor . As he got to the last area, Tristan set the doll on the floor and leaned her amongst the wall. ‘Just wait right there Emily’ .

He got up on the stool once again, his objective as clear as ever. All these precautions wasn’t due to his own sense of safety. His actions meant more than that. For all that was worth, he would have died for his beloved if it resulted in her soul being transferred into a suitable body. However, due to the fact that Emily can read his mind and her constant protest would result toward guilt; sacrifice was never a solution. Instead he had other plans, other objectives and with the serenity that the area processed, he had all the time in the world to plan this out correctly. Born in a lucrative lifestyle, he had yet to adapt toward the mendacity that naturally escaped him. Time and time again, Emily would ‘naggingly’ remind him of the man that once held a heart for those around him. Although, the beat of kindness in his chest soon enough sunk to the pit of his stomach, leaving a trail of dark matter. Well a bit over the top for a description, but being the slight nerd that he was, he couldn’t help to think of it as such.

With a sigh and adding enough pressure to stick the camera upon the wall, Tristan hopped off the chair. He retrieved the doll and placed her in his coat pocket while his subconscious caused him to chuckle a bit. “Alright, let’s see. If this house can grant any desire than it’ll grant mines right?” Leaning against the wall in front of a window, glassy blue eyes stared distantly at the horizon. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to experiment this theory, so he held out a hand with his palm faced toward the ceiling. Tristan stood there for a while, waiting for something to appear in his hands but he came up empty. “Maybe I have to say…hm…Gun, Bazooka, Combat knife, a damn ticking time bomb.” With much disappointment he looked at his empty hand and sighed. “Um, scissors, nail file, or maybe a nail clipper.” Nope, that wouldn’t work either since it was all lethal in some way. Tristan cursed under his breath with his hand still extended out for a generous offer and still he was denied of such. “A brush, a hammer, a bat…” Naming off random things wasn’t going to work, he should have figured that out by now. However, his hand was still out there, waiting and to his surprise suddenly did appear in his hand. Small, black and squeaky; a menacing rodent perched on his index finger, its wings suddenly extended as it took flight. Tristan immediately gave off a ‘What the ********’ look as the bat flew down the corridor and down stairs toward the first floor.

Guessing that the bat had the right idea to venture off to the first floor, Tristan stubbornly ignored it and continued to roam around the second floor. His gaze focused upon the ceiling as he as he monitored the devices he had just planted. Might as well take precautions rather than be ever so ‘sorry’ later on.

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[Nanari Uchiha]

x x x 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 【βσůη∂ 】○รєгשเςєร○ 『ηvя2є§cąpэ 』
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x ➪ x x MIKOTO ✰ YUTAKA
x x x x x x Princess Princess x x x ~ x x x Nanari Uchiha

➪ x x x human!GIRL/BOYFRIEND FOR HIRE , in TOKYO,JAPAN ( Japanese )
x x x ➪ x x x sixteen!YEARS.OLD , bisexual MALE
x x x x x x ➪ x x x currently!SINGLE , dokiDOKI HMPH!...NO ONE SERIOUS