"The ears are just for show when we communicate through pure vibration; why sense through the body when the power is in information?"

Standing at a measly 5'2", she generally is on the taller side for Raen - and the abominably short side of everyone else. Her face is ivory and pale, though it doesn't seem to be paint or dust and seems to be her natural.The Raen otherwise is a slight, petite girl with deceptively lithe musculature and striking rolanberry eyes. Her scales are incandescent and border on the line between white and yellow.Natsuki is almost perpetually cursed with a gaze that seems utterly disinterested and distant, as if she were staring a thousand yalms away at any given time, and almost never actually looks /at/ someone seemingly directly.The Auri girl moves deliberately and slowly - no snapping eyes, no sudden motions - at least not in her day to day, or where people might see her. One might mistake it for military if it wasn't so lazy - one might mistake it for lethargy if it wasn't so precise. She treats every action as if it was a ritual... or a military demonstration. Every blink of her eyes is slow, like a hunter pacifying a panicked animal, and sometimes she blinks out of sync. It's due to add that she never trembles or shows visible effort in her careful motions, and by default is statue-esque unless otherwise stated.Even when directly addressed, or in conversation with her, she takes a moment to respond to any given question, and never barks out an answer instantly - or seems to register it at all. Her voice is gentle and soft, and an odd, tinny chime underlines her voice, adding a musical quality to even spoken word.It is a fair assumption - and the most common one - to take the above and think that she is on frankly prodigious and insulting amounts of chemical drugs, probably illegal ones. That said, she has never triggered a test for these substances by chiurgeons... though most wouldn't know that.

Name:Shinshoku no Natsuki no Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, Blessed Right-Eyed-Tear, Second-of-Three Noble Children of Izanagi-no-Mikoto, Moon-reader, Moon-bow, Lord of Love, Fate, Honour, Night, and Other Myriad Spheres Alternatively, just Natsuki. Like a sane person.
Class:神職/神主|Kannushi/Shinshoku: 'Priestess' However, that said, most people don't know what this is and won't look it up, so for the sake of a very loose analogue a Dungeons and Dragons 5e Cleric is loosely analogous.
Subclass:巫女|Miko/Fujo: 'Shrine Maiden' See 'Class'. Not a TouHou reference. She is both Miko and Kannushi. If that seems weird, good. It is.
Race:アウラ|Au Ra A.K.A 'LIZZER GORL'
Clan:レン|Raen A.K.A 'Slightly less murder-y lizzer'
Height:Five fulms, two ilms (5'2") A.K.A played 'are you taller than a fifth grader' and lost
Weight:One hundred and fourteen ponze(114 lbs, 51.7kgs) How she swings a mace or sword is frankly beyond science.
Hair:Black
Eyes:Rolanberry Red Varies, but this unless stated elsewise.
Sex:Female
Age:Thirties but I guarantee you you'll card her.
Nameday:25th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon
Patron:Menphina, the Lover No, not that kind of love.
Deity:月読命|Tsukiyomi-no-Mikoto, Blessed Right-Eyed Tear... you know what, we've already done this spiel. See 'Name'.
Alignment:Lawful Good, but not the insufferable kind... hopefully.
Address:N/A

Particulars

  1. Natsuki's gaze is utterly distant. She spends most of her time staring into the distance, and very rarely looks at people.

  2. Natsuki's motions are slow and precise - not labored, but rather as if she were conscious of every movement. It might be lethargic if not so deliberate, or military if it wasn't so lazy.

  1. She blinks slowly, as if she were pacifying a frightened animal - not always in sync. Her slow motions never show signs of strain, and when passive she's as still as a wax sculpture.

  2. The Raen has a monstrously long, prehensile tail - somewhere in the ballpark of three to four feet.

"Waxing, waning, re-arranging; they see us as ever changing -- when the fact is they're the ones who never can be still."

Tell to me, father;
What is love in your own words?
For I do not know.Listen well, daughter mine;
For love is miraculous
and it is promise.You will know it soon,
when comes along the husband's moon
and your hand is wed.But I did not wish
to be wed to some unknown,
who I could not love,

Tell to me, mother;
What is love in your own words?
For I do not know.Listen well, dearest;
For love is spontaneous
and t'is magical.You will know it once
when your heart pounds drumlike tunes
to the Moon's white light.Only once, in all time?
Born of passion's fire, ne'er relit?
This answer sounds wrong.

Tell to me, o' Moon;
What is love in your own words?
For I do not know.Quoth Tsukuyomi,
Lord of the Moonlit Heavens
Thirdborn precious child,Come with me, my child;
and discover mysteries
you have searched for long.In this my heart leapt
with such miraculous gaity
for I heard Them truly.

Tell to me, o' Child;
Are you strong of form and mind,
and unfaltering soul?Lord Moonreader, sir
I am youth, blessed and bright
Soul, form, and mind pure.Then come 'long, Miko
and over the years you shall learn
the answer you have sought.And so I came along;
a merry, made-new Shrine Maiden,
and I do know love.

T'is bitter, sometimes
and othertimes, true ecstasy
or sorrowful echoes.Love is a promise,
not an emotion nor feel:
that's infatuation.You will not know it
until you have made that promise
and kept it at cost.Heed me, iljn reader;
I have made that oath to my Lord.
Do not intercede.I can clear your mind -
of lust, of passion, lies;
So you can know love.Maybe I will make
a promise to you one day,
and we will know love.

A dream of a gentle place in the beating heart of the world, ringed in spears.

Excorcisms, sanctuary, and spiritualism of the brightest sort; the role of Kannushi is inextricably bound with the needs of the kami both nascent and true - and though her shrine might be reduced to naught but ash, her spirit still rages in inferno-like faith.

The bell tolls a warning and the tide is on the turn; and She without her shintai.

Ring twice, thrice, with each step a challenge and herald of her will. A sword in the deepest markets of the underworld which cuts all and all it cuts. A shield whose defense is impregnable, the beating heart of an engine of war. How tight the spider weaves its web; and how determined the butterfly to find its enraptured kin...

The moon's first and last argument, engendered, fecund.

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