``Sarisha Ketaki

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Name:

Sarisha Ketaki

Age:

23

Gender:

Female

Date of Birth:

March 3rd

Family:

Father: Sunil Ketaki
Mother: Daksha Ketaki

Nicknames:

Sari

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Race:

Human

Personality:

Though she may dress in clothes which designate her a priestess, Sarisha is, in truth, not at all what one would expect of a priestess; the clothes, like much of her behavior, is simply part of an act. Sarisha is addicted to deceit and lies; she revels in fooling others, especially when she may later use that to betray them. Often times, Sarisha will act as innocent and sweet as she can stomach doing; she’ll smile at young children and pat their heads, and reassure adults that their ill comrades will be perfectly fine. This act serves also as a defense mechanism; other priestesses and monks who might be a threat to her would hardly attack one of their own, leaving her free to go about her life without constantly being forced to fight.

Yet under all that acting, Sari is a sadistic, cruel person. She delights in seeing others suffer, and finds herself bored if someone is not screaming in agony. To her, all life is a game; if she’s not having fun, she merely tweaks the rules, or gets another game. She has no regard for the lives of others, human, demon, or otherwise; instead, if one is weak enough to fall to her powers, then they had no right to be in control of their lives in the first place. She sees most others as toys and pawns, objects she can manipulate for her own enjoyment, or for her own good.

As much as she despises the need to act as though she were a considerate, peaceful priestess, she has sense enough to see the necessity of the act, and so has made it, too, as much a game as she can. She is no stranger to flirting, though she acts as modest as a priestess should, leading men along little by little. Nor is she any stranger to gaining the trust of villagers, building herself up to be some sort of savior. Yet toying with humans as such is effortless, and so can only hold her interest for so long; as soon as boredom begins to show itself, she will betray those whose trust she has earned, reveal her true self, and shortly after see them dead, so as to protect her act.

Doing so is one of the few risks she is willing to take on a regular basis. Fearful of death, Sari is the calculating sort who will minimize risks as much as possible in order to ensure her own safety. She has a rather selfish attachment to her own need to preserve herself, and this self preservation instinct is what keeps her games in check. However, as much as she may try to calculate all the odds and ensure her survival, Sari remains an arrogant one, and has the tendency to underestimate those she has marked as “toys”. She believes herself better and greater than most others, a belief which is so ingrained in her that she hardly notices it herself, and so remains almost entirely oblivious to her own arrogance.

However, her arrogance does not blind her entirely to the powers of others; Sari does have the capacity to respect a powerful demon when she encounters one, and is perfectly polite and courteous around such demons, another way she preserves herself. Corrupt as she is, she is not above offering her abilities to a sufficiently powerful demon; however, as attached to life as she is, she will still risk a small demand of her own should she offer her skills, always looking to gain something for herself, even if it is only the chance to have some fun in carrying out whatever task she is set to.

Powers/Weapons:

Shikigami – Sarisha has the ability to summon and control a shikigami, which she has named Kirit. Kirit most often takes the form of a red tailed hawk, although he can only be seen by those with spiritual powers, or when he chooses to reveal himself. Sari can also fuel Kirit’s power with her own, allowing him to possess humans and weak demons for short periods of time, or to take on stronger forms and battle on her behalf. However, doing so drains Sarisha’s strength, putting a sizable restriction on the amount of time she can give her shikigami any true power.

Curses – Drawing on a person’s essence left through their blood or hair—often gathered by Kirit—Sarisha can place a victim under one of several curses. The application of these curses can be nearly effortless on the weakest of victims, or extremely taxing on more resistant victims; on more formidable victims, the curse may have only a fraction of the effect it should, or even fail completely.

Spiritual Powers – Though she has been corrupted, and far more often makes use of her abilities to curse others, Sarisha still maintains her priestess abilities; however, as she spends far more time developing her corrupt powers, her original abilities are slowly dwindling, and are already far less powerful than most priestesses’ would be.

History:

In a perfect world, spiritual powers would be granted by merit, only to those of pure hearts who would use them for the good of humanity; but the world has never been perfect. Spiritual powers are bestowed by birth alone, granted randomly, whether the recipient deserves the power or not. One such child to receive spiritual powers on the whims of fate alone was Sarisha Ketaki, born to parents who were mere commoners. Sunil Ketaki, a farmer, and his wife, Daksha, were blessed with a healthy, strong baby girl, and they rejoiced over the birth of their first child. Sunil worked hard in the fields to cover the costs of raising this child, while Daksha spared no pains in raising and teaching her daughter.

The first five years of her life were average enough; she played with the other children of the village, and began mimicking her mother’s work at chores, as is expected of most children. Only her habits at play set her apart from the other children: Sarisha was not the gentle type one might expect a young girl to be; in fact, she had a tendency to be cruel, teasing the other children relentlessly, and occasionally toying with mice she found around the village. Yet these behaviors went unnoticed by her parents; Sarisha often acted out only when out of sight of her parents, and to them, she remained their perfect little angel. But the other children noticed easily enough, and more and more of them began to avoid her.

When Sarisha reached six years old, she encountered a wandering monk. The monk, who went by the name Tarun Vasant, had been watching the children at play, and noticed Sarisha, who was also standing aside and only watching. His attention drawn to her, he quickly noticed her budding spiritual powers. Vasant asked around the village until he found Sunil and Daksha, and he brought the matter to their attention. The couple were torn between pride and sadness; their daughter had the chance to become a great priestess, but to do so, she would have to leave the village and remain with the monk to train. Reluctantly, they said their goodbyes to their daughter, and Sarisha left to wander by her new master’s side.

Sarisha’s personality, her tendency for cruelness, did not change with her training; instead, much as she had done with her parents, she concealed her behavior from the monk, putting on the face of utmost innocence when in his presence. Her training went well; she was certainly no prodigy, but she was eager to learn, and Vasant was well pleased with her progress. Sarisha, however, was not; it was not that she did not have enough power, or that she was learning too slowly; no, Sarisha was merely bored. She found no joy in training in the peaceful ways of a priestess, no amusement in being so calm all the time, so caring and kind.

When Sarisha reached fourteen years old, Vasant was ready to give her a test of how much she had learned. They had wandered to a village which was having troubles with a minor demon, a creature weak enough that he believed Sarisha could deal with on her own. Sarisha gladly accepted the test, hoping to have some fun at last, and ventured into the surrounding woods to find the demon, following the traces of its aura.

Sarisha had every intention of entrapping the demon and toying with it for a time before finishing it off; however, when she encountered the creature, a serpent-like minor demon, things did not go as planned. She managed to entrap the creature quickly enough, however, she had no counted on the beast being able to speak, her master having always killed such demons well before they might have had the chance. The demon, for its part, was surprised enough at the sadistic nature it could sense in the young priestess, yet it was not so completely surprised as to let the chance slip away.

The demon hastened to entertain the young priestess with delusions of ultimate power and the ability to cause much suffering to others, if only she would grant him control of her; Sarisha listened intently, and the demon was almost certain of its victory. However, Vasant had long expected his young student to have returned; he went searching for her, fearing she had failed. As Sarisha stood and considered the demon’s offer, her master arrived and quickly killed the restrained demon. Unwilling to doubt his student, the monk did not believe that Sarisha had wavered in having the demon killed, instead believing that it had taken everything she had only to restrain it; he resolved to see her trained far more before he sent her against a demon alone again.

It was another three years before Sarisha got her next test; over those three years, she had spent much time contemplating the demon’s offer, picking it apart, and by the time her master allowed her to slay a demon on her own, she had prepared a far more acceptable offer. Like the last, this demon was but a minor one, a terror to commoners, but a mere inconvenience to a priestess or monk. Having three more years of training with her, she subdued this one even more easily than she had the first, and immediately presented her offering to the demon: it would teach her the ways of a dark priestess, from outside her body, and she would refrain from granting it the most painful death she could devise. Having hardly a choice in the matter, the demon accepted.

Vasant, however, had not been prepared to send his pupil into danger without a back up; he had remained close, and was audience to the entire deal. Horrified by his pupil’s corruption, the monk revealed himself, intending to slay both the demon and his wayward pupil, before she could bring harm to anyone. Instead, Sarisha turned her abilities on him; and though the powers of a priestess are not suited to harming humans, she was still able to slow her master long enough to escape with the demon, now freed from her powers.

Far from her former master, Sarisha demanded that the demon begin to hold up his end; the demon did best it could to satisfy her, coaching her in harnessing her powers to summon a darker, more useful shikigami, than the simple puppetry her master had taught. Yet the demon had little to truly offer, as Sarisha had expected. Annoyed by its failure, she employed her shikigami to slay the demon, intending to learn the ways of a dark priestess on her own; the demon had served its purpose in separating her from her master, the only thing she had truly expected of such a lowly creature.

Armed with her shikigami, whom she named Kirit, Sarisha spent her next six years milking minor demons for what little they knew of curses and the corrupt powers of a dark priestess, all the while training her new abilities by cursing various villagers. With practice, her abilities have grown, and she continues to work to advance them, her only true goal being to enjoy herself. She makes her living now by placing curses on villagers, only to show up in the town and “purify” the curse when properly paid or supplied by the other villagers. Should the villagers be unable to pay, she simply puts on a show of being unable to remove the curse, and leaves the victim to suffer or die, depending on her mood.

Likes:

The suffering of others – Being of a sadistic nature, Sarisha enjoys causing and seeing the suffering of others; it is both the reason she learned to employ curses, and the thing which allows her to be unfazed by doing so.

Freedom – Having been bored half to death by the ways of her former master, Sarisha revels now in the freedom to go where she wants and do what she wants, without having some over protective monk to worry about.

Deceit – A trait which began in her early years, Sarisha has continued being a rather deceitful person, something she enjoys immensely.

Panic – Going along with seeing others suffer, Sarisha also enjoys seeing those that care for victims panic, being powerless on their own.

Flirting – Likely the most harmless of her pastimes, Sarisha enjoys leading men on from time to time, even though she, at present, would not lower herself to be with any man.

Betrayal – Once bored of leading a man on, Sari takes great pleasure in placing a curse on them, and seeing the look in their eyes when they realize she has betrayed them; of course, their death always follows soon after, so as to not blow her cover.

Power – Though far more concerned with enjoying herself than with amassing any amount of power, Sari is no stranger to ambition, and is happy to pursue power if there’s a chance it’ll help her find some new way to toy with people.

Torture – Whenever Sari finds herself forced to fight, she does her utmost to at least take some enjoyment from the whole undesirable affair—often, this translates only to drawing out her opponent’s defeat and prolonging their pain—after, of course, she has managed to weaken them so that they are not a threat.

Birds of Prey – Sarisha has a great respect for birds of prey; she loves watching them capture small critters and carry them away, often with them still alive; she feels a kinship with these creatures that cause terror and suffering to their prey.

Kirit – Though only her conjured shikigami, Sari has spent enough time working with Kirit to notice some twinges of personality in the otherwise impassive creature, and she has grown rather fond of the nasty little thing.

Dislikes:

Battle – Attracted to suffering though she is, Sari has no desire to suffer herself; she loathes having to actually fight, and avoids it whenever possible.

Priestesses/Monks – Bored by peace as she is, Sari believes that priestesses and monks are entirely too caring and kind, and she despises seeing them put an end to any amount of suffering.

Peace – If there is peace, then there’s hardly any room for suffering; Sari can’t stand the boredom which peace results in.

Forests – Forests are entirely too full of life for Sari’s liking; she’d rather see the trees dead and barren than have to listen to the twittering of little birds.

Weak Demons – Though Sari can find respect for the work of powerful demons, she has none whatsoever for the type of vermin one most usually encounters, and she sees them as useless little nuisances more than anything else.

Humans – Sari has a tendency of placing herself above other humans, believing herself to be superior; other humans, as she believes, are merely toys, and she has no more interest in them than to see them scramble in panic or suffer in agony.

Boredom – Frightening as her pursuits of enjoyment are, Sari really is just a fun-loving person; boredom irks her to no end and is to be dealt with immediately.

Weapons – Sari never had any hand for weapons, and she still rather despising them for her inability to put them to any use. She would far rather put her shikigami to use than to struggle with a bow or any other weapon.

Men – As much as she’ll lead a guy on for her own enjoyment, Sari actually has no respect for men. This likely stems from her dislike of the monk who trained her, and she may very well change her mind; however, until then, Sari expects nothing from men other than that they are easy to fool and toy with.

Honesty – Where’s the fun in telling the truth? Sarisha hardly sees the use in being an honest person, and she rather dislikes people that do.

On this Journey to the Past

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Alliance:

Evil

Sample RP:

All our secrets they are tailored trouble

draped loose now around your hips

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day… Oh that there might be some diversion, some slight distraction, one simple incident, that would shake up that petty pace, that slow, drudging crawl from one day into the next. Life was meant to be a game, an exciting turn of one event into the next, yet today it fell so very short of that. If only a single incident might break the surface tension of this glass-like, peaceful lake of a day, and send ripples rushing across its surface, upsetting the balance of peace which was entirely too at ease upon it. If only.

Yet wishing was useless; a meaningless pastime meant for the weak who were unable to change things on their own strength. Wishing was not for her. She would not sit back only to hope that a single incident might wring some interest from this dull day, oh no, she would be the catalyst for that incident, she would be the one to seek it out and set it in motion. No, wishing was not for her; acting was far more entertaining, and far more suited to one such as she. Acting; she gives a brief, soft laugh; oh yes, acting was, indeed, so very suited to her.

A twinge of pain disrupts her thoughts; the shaking of her quiet laughter has disturbed her companion, and his retaliation is made clear through the talons which rest on her shoulder. A grimace passes briefly over her face, before she hides it again behind the soft mask of the priestess these poor, foolish villagers believed her to be. She reaches a hand up, lightly strokes her fingers across the feathers of the hawk perched upon her shoulder, and lets the hand drop. Must you be so testy today, Kirit? A quiet murmur, her lips hardly moving; the villagers cannot see the shikigami, and she hardly wishes to appear insane. A light shifting of his weight, a sharp clack of his sharp beak, is all the reward she gets for her efforts, and she turns her attention away from the creature.

Ah, a brief, passing thought, perhaps dear Kirit is not simply being irritable… A soft smile, the barest hint of an expression, touches her lips where a cruel smirk is wanted, but kept hidden for the sake of the act. She pauses in her unhurried walk, head tilting slightly as she observes the scene before her. Her hand lifts again, and she absent mindedly strokes the raptor resting upon her shoulder; hardly amused by the contact, the creature tolerates it only a moment before it pecks sharply at the unwanted hand, and she lets her arm drop, passing a quick glare to the creature out of the corner of her eye. Fair enough, she murmurs, before turning her attention forward again.

Acting, yes, now was the time for acting; she steps forward, resumes her slow pace, but her steps give evidence to a more guarded manner, to cautions being taken—after all, she is a priestess, or so she should appear, and what priestess is the friend of demons? Another soft smile, brief in life before she cleanses it from her expression. The talons on her shoulder shift, each claw tapping lightly as the hawk shifts its weight from one talon to the other, eager for an order; yet no order comes, and it settles to wait.

”My, my,” her voice is soft, yet given now more volume, and allowed to carry on the wind so that others might hear beyond the hawk upon her shoulder. She stops again, leaving a buffer between herself and the canine; a few feet only, but she is sure it is enough. ”I was not told that this village was plagued by a demon. Tell me, what are you doing here?”

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