[Human] Murasaki [Approved; D-3+]

Name: Murasaki
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Organization: Underclass Student of Karakura High School
Personality: By students, Murasaki was just a dumb foreigner who easily can get lost if one should give her more than one task to do. Let alone in a casual conversation, she gets lost and make awkward moments when asked for something. The teachers referred her as a rebel without a cause since she broke the dress code, acts dumb about her troublemaking and even dyed her hair to resent them. The only good thing she could do is being in a hand-weaving club, but anywhere else, it is anyone's guess on how this freak get this far.

Hardly anyone really knows who she is other than the words from gossips and other students and teachers. There was a few claims that would follow her. One is that she has a liking for sweets, including cake. Another is that she is very easy to scare as she was greatly startled by a boy in the hand-weaving club room before.

Appearance: She seems older for a sixteen year old girl as her height and weight reflects more on a western hemisphere (5'-7" / ~140lbs.) Unusual for a human, her skin is light violet in color, which would appear white  in sunlight, but a dark violet when in the shade. Her dark red hair was neatly combed and twisted into a bun as it seems loose rather than tight, so her hair was not thin nor the hair was not thick as well. When looking into her eyes, they are vivid red.

Given that she is not board flat and not overcompensated in appeal, she would clearly have no trouble finding the right articles of clothing as along they are adult size. While she still can wear her school uniform, she oddly favors a variety of luxurious dresses and gowns. Other than her fashion statement, she can be walking around in casual clothing. The most culturally appropriate of her array of fashion is an array of seasonal and occasional kimono.

Spoiler:

History: Not much was known about her past other than either murmurs of uncaring individuals or rumors from speculations. Because of her violet skin, it was believed that she was terminally ill with a skin disease that turns her skin violet. How she manages to live for this long is as much of anyone's guess as it is how she was able to enter the high school. Some of the students from her elementary school claimed that she was living alone since never once they saw her parents at their cultural festivals.

Teachers hardly likes her because she was not paying attention, she comes to class wearing outrageous outfits instead of her uniform, and she dyed her hair dark red as a cherry on top. When they tried to confront her about it, she gets scared and fled, frustrating her teachers. They tried to be calm and caring with her, but her frequent acts of rebellion wore out their patience. They are waiting for the time that they could find a way to get her expelled for her insolence.

According to her landlady, she is quiet most of the time and has trouble adjusting to the new lifestyle. The clerk of the store that she usually visits claims that she is strange, but at least she can pay for her own meals. Neighbors hardly heard of her since they usually not meet each other, even when they are next door to her or on her floor at the first level of a two story apartment complex. Police officers usually keep an eye on her because she does not listen to them when they speak to her and get mixed up with wrong groups, mostly on accident.

RP Sample: The scene opens up to an afternoon day, when Karakura High School already dismissed classes and clubs are opening up. Within one of the school's classroom was the hand-weaving club. This is where a silent, violet-skinned girl in her school uniform was working on possibly a handkerchief with an unfinished pattern. To the other students in the school and as well as the teachers, as along she sits by that window, sewing and weaving, she is the least trouble for them. This moment may change for them as wishing for peace would be a jinx for their wishes.

A boy enters the room and as the other students welcomed him as a president. Seeing that the violet-skinned girl is not even saying hello to him, he presses his glasses up over his eyes and walks over to her. As he circles around her, the girl was too engrossed with the pattern that she is sewing that she does not notice him. When he sees the pattern, he speaks up too close to the girl and causes the girl to obliviously track the noise to behind her. She lets out a scream and falls off her chair, flinging the handkerchief in the air as the president catches it. He shakes his head with a sigh, muttering about her stupidity as he hands the girl back her pattern.

Skill Sheet

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• Name [+]
  
• Appropriate Age [+]
  
• Gender [+]
  
• Appearance Present [+]
  
• Appearance Described in Appropriate Length OR Picture is Visible [+]
  
• Appearance is Not Claimed [+]
  
• 10 sentences for personality [+]
  
• History is of appropriate length [+]
  
• Powers are not Godmod/Overpowered [+]
  
• Powers are described reasonably enough [+]
  
• Application/RP Sample is not in First Person [+]
  
• Skills are not filled in (Omit if a Hollow)[+]
  
• RP Sample Present (Omit if this is not the first character) [+]
  
• RP Sample is 10 sentences [+]
  

Comments/Notes: Approved.
Tier: D-3+ (Able to sense spirits, unable to use "reiatsu in a weak attack")