Nnn well this is Tsumaranai. This is kinda.. well me being a smartass, because tsumaranai is the Japanese term for boring.. but she sure as hell is not boring. She can be like a walking oxy moron. :-* I picked the word cuz it just sounds cool to me. Anyways, here she is.

I've been really lazy about getting her bio completed but in the mean time, here are some stats and a little piece of me RPing her, so you have a little idea of what she's like other than for just the picture.

Character Bio: Mara
S/n’s: TsumaraNakoshira
Name: Tsumaranai Nakoshira
Symbolism associated with the name: Tsumaranai, literally translated from the Japanese, means boring. And I chose this word as her name on purpose, it’s somewhat an instance of me being a smartass, because anyone can see that there is nothing boring or dull about Mara. Nakoshira doesn’t mean anything, I just made it up.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 124 lbs
Hair: Ivory streaked with emerald
Eyes: Aquamarine
Skin: Pale peach
Age:793
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Weapon: Eon Sirus, (longsword)
Species: Demon, specifically, a succubus cross breed.
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Tsumaranai: ::Tsumaranai, living breathing walking contradiction, as it were... slipped first one, and then the other long nimble, practically bare leg in through a north facing window.. the ivory boots on a slight platform which climbed up to her knees setting onto the tired floorboards without sound. Spikes adorned the creature almost incessantly.. vicious little white ones on the heels of afore mentioned go-go boots, some smaller still but none the less vicious looking silver ones protruding from a seemingly purposeless obsidian leather band around her right calf, glinting in the soft lights along with a matching large silver buckle, which served to keep the band fastened about her sumptuous leg. Up her silky grey tail and spine snaked another perfectly uniform line of spikes, made of living flesh in this instance, finishing off just at the nape of her neck, base of a thick mane of smooth, free flowing platinum tresses. A large amethyst horn curled it's way down from just above each of her small pointed ears, their bases buried beneath the mass of hair. Little emerald streaks, standing brightly out against the backdrop of ivory, framed the delicate features, quiet aquamarine eyes flitting over things and settling on the pair of injured one and would be healer. Mara said nothing, only gliding over the floor to the bar, eyes pereusing over the contents and searching for something suitable for her varied demonic tastes.::

Tsumaranai: ::A skimpy little.. "loincloth" of sorts hung about her narrow hips, dangling down to mid way between her knees and ankles, sable facing outwards and a deep lilac lined with vermillion on it's inner sides. A matching length of cloth wrapped it's way about her chest and back, though it didn't really cover a whole lot.. Mara was contradicting in that though her name literally meant "boring".. she was anything but. There were many eye catching things about her appearance alone, a dangerous amount of bare demon skin, for one.. She leaned against the bar counter a bit, not doing much to shorten the tall slender frame of 5'11", after unceremoniously jamming the tip of Eon Sirus into the ground beside her. The massive blade hummed for a moment and then went idle, silent again as her delicate digits traipsed away from the near foot long hilt, which made up only a small portion of it's entire length. The final foot and a half or so was split down the center, and the edges were stained a deep crimson. Small leathery skinned bat like wings twitched against her back, and seemed to be more for show than anything else. Clasping one over the other again, each in turn wrapped their topmost spikes about their mate, and the wings fell unmoving against her back, blanketing a bit of the vertebrae spikes in the process. She felt eyes on her, which was nothing new, and she made no outward appearances that she'd felt anything at all, only pooling her calm eyes over the various bottles at hand, reaching down and snatching up one that suited her fancy at the moment. A little shot glass was acquired as well; it seemed Mara wasn't one to put the tender to use.::

Mara meets a pesky little.. fairy, courtesy of Lisha.

Tsumaranai (3:00 PM): ::That ever so innocent visage, mockingly inconsistent in regards to the rest of her appearance, was plastered with an almost implacable childish quality, fresh young face, naive to the world.. or so it seemed. The wide aquamarine eyes flit calmly over the random groups of rushes, growing in varied clumps along the shallow edges of the little lake's shore. She treat on silent feet, small prints left in the soft grey mud by the severely soled ivory boots, which reached nearly up to her knees. The left knee, was wrapped in a similarly shaded white bandage, but nothing about her betrayed the fact of whether the wound was still something that caused the demoness any measure of pain. Her gait was steady and light, the long and slender spike studded grey tail slipping about all on it's own accord behind her as she went. Her face was quite easily the only part on the whole of her

Tsumaranai (3:01 PM): that didn't figuratively reek of sin, that sumptous form and vast amount of bare peachy skin, sultry attire, and the overwhelming naughty air of her never ceased to leave the onlooker with the distinct impression that she was anything but what her name, which literally translated to "Boring", implied. So a living breathing walking talking oxy moron, perhaps she was, but that was neither here nor there. Long flowing trails of her limited apparel, sable shaded and lined on the inner sides with a lush hue of amethyst, rustled against the rushes that she brushed up against so softly as she moved. The tail continued to twitch and "stalk" from side to side, and a kawaii pair of tiny obsidian demon wings, which were much more for show than for anything else, settled neatly against her bare back, apart from the neat line of spikes that studded her spine. She held across one should

Tsumaranai (3:01 PM): er, a massive sword, dubbed Eon Sirus, which hummed and seethed a faint emerald glow, matching perfectly the shade of the blade itself, which was easily four feet long, and the hilt, a stark contrasting crimson, another foot and a half. She paused, tilting the platinum tressed head a bit to the left side, and perked up one tiny pointed ear, the very tip of which kissed the gnarled curve of indigo horn, nestled within the mass of silken tresses::

Delta Yin (3:06 PM): ...::The Small Pixy like creature hid behind large green leaves on a low brance within a tree.. Peached apon the low hanging brance her delicate fingers pulled the leaf back slightly, even with all the brute strength the ting being possed it could not pull the leaf from its way. ((pathetic)) her cheast heaved as she crossed her fragile arms over her chest huffing slightly, she tried staying silent trying to avoid being seen by what ever creature or creatures that lurked on the other side of her green haven of leaves. her wings larger then her body, Blue bone like bone like structure that framed the outer edges of her wings and other certain areas creating a lovely pattern, the last curve of her lower wings holding a small claw and what seemed like her only *weapon* so to speak, the material bewteen the bones of her wings

Delta Yin (3:07 PM): thiner then mica, chipped on some edges, weighing no more then a think slice of paper. She heard the small pitter padder of some creature behind the wall of leaves, she huffed once again grabbing the leaf her beaded attire was small, revealing, and jingeling at the current Moment. her wings started to humm slightly as they pumped back and forth wildly as would a pair of humming bird wings, her postion was definitly given away but all that mattered now was seeing what was on the other side of her wall of leaves::...

Tsumaranai (3:18 PM): ::Viciously sharpened inky black nails, and their respective fingers, clutched about the smooth surface of the blade's hilt in a scant amount more firmly than they had previously, and otherwise she stood motionlessly, as that delicate immortal sense of smell had picked up on something nearby that disgusted the demon completely. An immortal of opposite "persuasion" as it were, a good entity, to put it bluntly, was nearby, and as that type happened to be the sworn enemy of any self respecting being who considered him or herself an entity of the dark.. well.. something was going to have to be done. A sick little smirk edged it's way across those previously all too precious, and innocent features, and anything childlike that she'd exuded before, was banished away all into oblivion. The stance of the demoness laxed into something a bit cocky now, tall frame leaning back

Tsumaranai (3:18 PM): slightly, and the hand not occupied with clutching the hilt of Eon Sirus, gracing upwards to play the tip of one clawed finger slowly down the stony line of her jaw, in mock contemplation. A voice somewhat serpentine and uncannily smooth stole up from the depths of that delicate neck, and she began to taunt:: I can smell you dear. Why don't you come out and play? ::She had seen the little movements within the bunch of leaves where the pixy had hid, but it was so much more fun to entice her prey to come to her, rather than running after it... just yet anyway. So she made no more motions forwards nor back, only standing and now and again licking across those petal soft and naked lips::

Delta Yin (3:31 PM): ..::Delta pulled as hard as she could as the leaves to prey them away so she could see outside, she heaved as hard as she coul using all the strength she could muster, she grumbled slightly as the leaf just snapped back she Huffed floating lightly above the brance scowling at her own prison of leaves. she froze in what could have been mistaken for cold fear, She paused her delicate wings still a flutter of blue and white shimmering Light, her naked foot touched down on the wooden surface of the tree limb, her wings slowing and stopping twitching ever so every now and then, her long light blue hait trown back and forth the small pigtail and beaded hair swaying back and forth,

Delta Yin (3:32 PM): thoes elven like ears perked shaking back and forth as she listned to the "dark" creature on the other side::.. Come out? Come out? ::the light meldoic tone was mockingly sweet::..But what if im out and your in!?! Hmm did you think about that HUH? HUH!?! ::an almost insane like tone, meldoic yet still holding a slight hint of what seemed to be insanity::..

Tsumaranai (3:41 PM): Oh we have an annoying little winged thing on our hands now. This might prove to be even funner than I thought. ::Tsumaranai seemed, to be a trifle touched by conceit, referring to herself in the plural form, as if she'd been royalty or something. Tsumaranai Nakoshira, seductive demoness the Queen. Imagine that. -[ XD ]- A relatively thin, velvet burgundy ribbon laced about her right thigh, tightened in it's clutch of her bare demonflesh, as the horrendously powerful leg muscle contracted, and likewise those tight abdominals tensed as well, and her grip of Eon Sirus tightened faintly, whilst the demoness crouched and then sprung with unearthly dexterity and speed, driving herself directly towards the shoddy hiding place. Wind whipped over the thick mass of platinum tresses streaked with jade, and the highlights shimmered and shined as they caressed over her cheekbone. Stop

Tsumaranai (3:41 PM): ping quite abruptly, having reached the desired destination, she shot the free hand into the mess of leaves and made to grab and then mercilessly squeeze the perky little being in her hand, murmuring in a supremely mocking tone:: Suit yourself.

Delta Yin (3:48 PM): ..::delta just dropped plain dropped on her but sitting down apon the leaves she curled her legs beneath her smileing all the while::..annoying? Really I always considered myself just extremly open to the ideas of...ect ::her small voice carried on and on as she explained theorys that didnt matter and had no real point, it was pointless to listen and even though it was pointless speaking she still did so::..and then the genie granted me three wishes... ::she contuined on and on as the demoness raced forward, she grabbed the leaves wildly pulling them up at her face and probally was surprised to find delta no where within the leaves, and then she appeared, not phased or anything just 'pop' out of nowhere behind of the demoness, she pulled her hands behind

Delta Yin (3:48 PM): d her back smileing wildly her small beaded attire jinggeling::..so what-cha got there bucko?

Tsumaranai (3:59 PM): ::Her hand came away with naught more than a bunch of leaves, and she simply smiled a bit and let them fall to the ground. Spinning around in one smooth fluid motion, she quirked one perfectly sculpted brow in slight question. The ramblings of the little thing, Mara simply tuned out, casting a dulled eye over her as her lips seemed to move unendingly, and yet nothing coherent was coming out. She paid attention again finally, just in time to pick up the very last, and sole thing that even feigned to make any sense that the pixy had uttered:: Bucko? ::Mara sighed a bit then, the size of this pixy just depressed her for some reason.. how could she derive any pleasure from extinguishing the life of something so little and puny and frail? Rolling her eyes, and stretching those small ebon wings each in turn, she turned around in distaste, and walked off, that tail stalking from

Tsumaranai (3:59 PM): side to side as was it's custom. She hadn't bothered to make any more of an effort to "converse", as she just had too little of an attention span, or measure of patience, this day, to stick around and chat. She resolved herself to perhaps sunbathe a bit, and take a little demon nap, and so, curling up on a smooth flat rock by the lake's edge, she shut those clear, unamused eyes, and lied in silence::

Delta Yin (4:05 PM): ...::delta stood there.. floated more likely hovering in the air watching her just walk away.. she watched her brow lifted in question.. it couldnt just.. be so eeassssaayyyy she hovered there her small wings a flutter trying to keep her up suspened within the air, her blue hazed eyes followed her as she curled up on a rock.. argh she huffed again and then in a spitfire of Blue she zipped over tworads her, her speed created a light blue aura around her making her seem much like a.. ((drawing a blank)) firefly of sorts maybe a firefly on an extreme amount of crack with a battery up her bum... she zipped back and forth around the demon swirling wildly in spirals and intricate patterns as if figure skating within the air and hummed slightly::...la de da de da... ::she zipped real close to the demons ear grappeling to the sides peering in::..heelllloooooooooo anyone hooommmeeeeeeeeee......??????