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Take this drawn picture of her instead! -

“It’s been awhile…”

My name is Kisa. No more, no less.
I turned thirteen on September 10th.
I am a female.
My species is unknown, but I may be a spirit.
My parents and siblings are unaccounted for and have been for as long as I can remember.
No love has captured my interest as of yet.
The person I hold closest to me is Kii-chan, more formally known as Yukari.
If I had a voice, it would sound like this. 0:40 - 0:57 (Panicked, upset) and 1:25 - 1:32 (Casual)
You may recognize me by this.
I am often seen wearing candle antlers, kabuki pelt, and monarch/butterfly mask.

Admires
Pasts of friends/others
Shadows
Candles
Rain
Thunder
Quiet
Kii-chan
The Organization
Sea-salt ice cream ( ; u;)
Mischief
Random good fun, chap.
And much more yet to come.

Abhors
Fighting
Fearing/being feared
Boredom
“Cliques”
Being asked about her past
Feeling betrayed
Darkness
Being alone

“I don’t know if I can recall…”

Research Note 1: Spirits

“…Stumbling upon Kisa, it is apparent that something just isn’t right. It was raining, as per usual. A mask adorned her features, one in the shape of a butterfly. It was strange to see it - what was there to hide? I beckoned her forward. There was no response. She just laid there, staring off, mumbling incoherently. Was the child sane? The eyes were focused on me for the briefest of moments. Those eyes. They pierced through me like an arrow. Something about her had this way of looking right through you, making a person feel violated, yet yearning for more. I presented myself. It was only then I noticed the bandages tightly wound around one of her front legs and one more loose near the back end. She was gone within moments, almost seeming to have disappeared right before my eyes. Her presence didn’t feel real.”


Research Note 2: Behind the Mask

“She wore no mask today. The scar that traveled across her face was alarming, and I could only wonder what had happened. She wouldn’t tell me. She seemed a lot more open today, however; her mind was clear, and she wasn’t as quiet as before. I saw her smile, watching as the scar made a crease when she did. She laughed as well. She acted completely different than she had before. I asked her what had happened again. She was suddenly quiet and looked away, shaking her head. Had I said something wrong? I don’t know why it bothered me. I have to know what happened to her.”


Crimson Diary 1

"I heard it. I heard Kii-chan singing that lullaby.It's a very morbid song. It's about me - I know it is. The priestess, the rite of stakes... All me. She was practicing for the ritual again. Each stake she impales through the doll becomes more and more forceful with each waking second. Does she ever tire of it? I wonder..

I'm confident she'll do well."


Crimson Diary 2

"It's getting bigger. It still won't go away! I don't know if I can possibly do this anymore. I'm scared. Kii-chan says it will be okay, but I'm still afraid. It hurts so much.. The pain - it's unbearable!

I looked into the pit today. I shouldn't have; it was a horrible idea. Bodies ... So many bodies. All dead. All of them. Gaping wounds in their limbs. Was this the ritual's doing? And the song. The song - I heard it! Perform the rite of stakes, it says. I just want to talk to Kii-Kii... She'll help me. She'll know what to do.. She always does..


...It's begun."

“Now you know…”

Acknowledgments
Thanks to Unplugged for her sexy CSS skills and Rhiiza for being so patient throughout the entirety of fixing up the page. ; u;

Compliments to Rhiiza for the Kisa base and her blog entry for Kii-chan. If it hadn’t been for her, I’d still be thinking of what to put into this character profile. <3

Credits to © Tecmo for Fatal Frame usage. Music and “Research Notes” used in the making of this.

EDIT: Actions
Bow - Greeting
Bow + Sad - Good bye
Nuzzle - Endearment, “it’s good to see you”
Surprised + Nodding - “Good job!”
Surprised + Sad + shake head - “Stop it.”
Head tilt - “What?” Equivalent to confused.
Paw + Nodding - “Come here”
Paw + Nodding + Running/Walking away - “Follow me”
Paw + Nodding + Sitting down - “Sit with me.”
Paw + Nodding + Dancing - “Let’s dance!” (Attempting to start a dance line or just being goofy)
Sniff + Head tilt - “Do I know you?”
Sniff + Nod - “I know you.”
Sniff + Amazement + Nod - “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you!”
Sad - “I’m lonely.”

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Coming Soon





Here, missions will be assigned to the Kingdom Hearts Deer.
As one can presume, this is inspired by 358/2 days.
Generally, the same concept from said game applies here.

This really just for fun. In a sense, it can be compared to the 'mission impossible' thing that happened a while back.

Also I will not limit this to just the KH deer. Anyone can join if they want. <3

I can't say yet if there will be rewards, but I am playing with the idea of a sort of 'sea salt ice cream point' system, just for lols. (SSIC I guess. XD)
For example, I'll give 5 SSIC points for each complete mission, and I guess around eh... 50? points I'll draw your deer eating ice cream or something. XD
Just playing with ideas. (Guys, let me know what you think!)

Examples of what might be assigned would include;
Locating the 'ghost' in the Deermuda Triangle, fighting heartless, locating 'sinkspots', or even stepping into the 'alternate dimension' under the lake.
Some tasks may require playing with files, but these will only be assigned to those comfortable with doing such.

Just to show that missions have been done, a screenshot is needed to evidence completion.

Also, I'll give like a week or so between missions, give or take. XD; After that Saix will have to start relentless hounding. (lol)

Translated into clear english for your convenience! - BRS

Diary 2 of the mourning dove.

I want to practice being better with quick stuff,
and thus I'd love to do some requests. :3
They will only be some scribbles by a very unskilled me, but don't be shy to request!

Example: Excuse me, Apeldille, for claiming your Ephiré as my example victim.

These are closed now, I'll try doing all these on my list today.
They're turning out so scribbly. Tell me if you dislike it, I can try cleaning them up as well.

Unfinished:
• Waarhijd for Nopje
• Teffy for, well.. Teffy ;D
• Kheiron for minimuuh

Done:
• Iugulare for Quad
• Anirapio for Quad
• Nekumbra for Quad

<sub>Sept 20th; Since Lemon has a lot of catching up to do in terms of recent forest events, I thought I'd set up a little RP blog, to hopefully sort of get her back into the loop.

Anyone and everyone is more than welcomed to participate. Even if it's just a single sentence or question. It doesn't have to be a full-on RP session. c:</sub>

Have something to tell Lemon? Have a question to ask her? Just bored and feel like roleplaying?
Have a go! I'll always respond.

Deer only; sorry! <3

Riven's Bio, a work in progress. This will eventually be an info hub for all of Riven's writings, updates and mishaps. Stay tuned for more! It's going to be full of updates, additions and edits for a while - Pardon my dust ^^;

CSS testing in progress - the frankenstein lives! XD

A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.

On my blogs the comments keep cascading down...


...and I haven't messed with the CSS...

And it's weird because no other blogs do this...




....and they get smaller and smaller until I can hardly read...

Ever been faced with a decision pertaining to hair?

My hair is LIKE all dead. I think I'm going to cut off three inches.

But I've always had long hair...

I hope this doesn't come out horrid.

[=10]The gossamer blue doe of the Ruins stepped quietly. Her hooves were trimmed with gold, and her eyes were the most beautiful amethyst—like the violets before her. She had always had a fondness for those flowers, always so overlooked by the violently red poppies, always carried by the quiet, poetic stags or the melancholy wanderers. Sometimes she would sit, very still, in a circle of the purple blossoms, and simply watch the others go by, on business of their own, the stags with their great necks and antlers and the does with their slender legs and beautiful eyes. Occasionally, one would pause near her, entranced by her eerie beauty, and she would smile fleetingly, her magpie mask obscuring those off-putting irises. She would then turn, listening to the soft rustling of the violets once more, and the deer would curiously step away.

Now, it was nearing twilight. The flowers were a dark, shaded lavender, and she was careful to not break a petal. She was heading somewhere—where, she had no clue. But she was going somewhere, across this Forest, and she was going to find something there... The Ruins had become a shadowy mass, far behind the little doe, and as she walked her legs tired and her eyelids fell. Those unnerving orbs were covered for now. It was dimming, dimming; the only light, far as the eye could see, shone from the clear marble of the Twin God’s statues. It was an odd light—shining and smooth—and radiated in a stark circle upon the hill.

With a withering sigh, she climbed the hill and rested upon it primly, tucking her yellow legs neatly against her side. Slumber did not come yet, but weariness came. She focused her gaze on several deer scattered throughout her vision, watching the rise and fall of their chests and the twitches of their ears. Their gentle breathing was enough to make her rest her head along the lines of the pedestal that the Gods sat upon—just touching it brought a sudden warmth, and she shivered in surprise.