Deathless [BLANK] Fighter: Shivani Tanzi

Name: Shivani Tanzi

Nickname: Shi, Shiva

True name: [BLANK] Self proclaimed as Deathless

Partner: Natara Adnineo [ex-sacrifice]

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Age: 20

Birthday: May 5th

Ethnicity : German

Spoken Language: German, Japanese [though she’s still learning it]

Occupation: Jack of trades sort of, works odd jobs ranging from: Floweriest, baker, maid, and nightly at times as an escort [for a very pretty penny]

Appearance:
Height:
5’3

Build:
Slender, and well curved, with little to no really noticeable muscle tone

Eyes:
Hazel [tend to change between a grayish blue, and green]

Hair:
Light golden blond, falls just past her shoulders but is normally kept up in a tight bun.

Ears & tail:
n/a [use to have pure white ones]

Name location:
She has the true name of her first sacrifice carved out into the flesh of her left forearm, however she tends to carve out ‘Death’ repeatedly and has a tendency to be infected a lot, so only the less part of the name has turned to a scaring white color.

Misc.:
Has one piercing in each ear, and her bellybutton as well. Shivani is hardly ever seen in anything other than skirts, not that she is a girly-girl but the fact the ‘proper image’ of a young woman drilled in her head when she was a child.

Personality: Shivani has a doll like personality. When left alone for long periods of time, she would become a very empty, expressionless person without much trace of emotional attachment to anything. She won’t get mad, sad, or happy about anything, have anything likes or dislikes over anything or issue; however it’s not something Shivani sees as a problem, for it show she always has been. When around someone for a long enough time, she starts to develop ‘real’ personality traits, (getting happy, laughing, etc). The only person to forcefully make her make up her mind on things was her past sacrifice, its why Shivani will always carry some sort of personality quirks without being a completely empty person. A good way to tell just what kind of mind set she’s in is to look at her home. If it’s empty except for necessities, Shivani has distracted herself from the world around her; if there are personal items Shivani has started to grow attracted to someone or thing.

Shivani can be a little blunt at times, not knowing the grace of dancing around a sudject to not hurt someone, and can also come off a little cold at times.

Likes: Spicy foods, sweet things, quiet places, cooking/ baking, spiders and cats

Dislikes: Bitter foods, soda, crowded places, technology\phones[even though she has one], birds and Dogs

Background: There is very little of family life that Shivani has ever really known, not a mothers touch or a caring father. For as far back as her memory would go, all she remembers in growing up in a rural area of Northern Germany traveling to different places in her ‘family’ of gypsy, being cared for under the wings of the elderly Shuv'hani. Here she learned many things about nature, and the balance in the world around her, coming to dislike the ever so growing advances in technology as they block people away from the world around them. Shivani also came to learn from the Shuv’hani about the power of words, and spells, though after a time if would come something’s she would say would cause strange things to happen about the caravan. Things like objects randomly moving or things catching on fire with nothing more than a single whisper of a word. As this incidents grew, the weariness of the gypsy clan that had taken her in grew whispers of danger in there mists grew with each passing year. It wasn’t until her ninth birthday that her world within this blissful place came falling apart over a horrible instant that left a someone of a village they had been passing though in a coma and her earless was she finally abandoned by the ‘family’ she had grow with for such a short time.

Shivani lingered on her own, working odd jobs here and there to pass on living, doing trades she had learned to do while growing up to survive for a while before she had been taken in by an orphanage just outside the city skirts of Berlin. Here, Shivani started to attend public school an experience she would rather never have to remember ever, nor go though again. As she was teased for her short stature, and her ‘weird’ appearance, but the one and only time she ever fought back against her aggressors left her separated and isolated from other children as whispers of a ‘witch’ lingered in her wake. It was around this time, at School trip to the national museum when she was thirteen did Shivani find some answer to what she was. While a walking around the museum, the young blond had been suddenly ‘glomped’ by an older teenager of a private school, listening to her self proclaim that she was Shivani ‘sacrifice’. Though Natara, as she would later come to know the young woman, Shivani learned somewhat about the world of Units and the role she played with in it. Natara would become the first person the young blond fighter would come to accept as family, it was also this young sacrifice who started to make a hard effort in changing her ‘empty’ personality. Making her tell about things she ‘disliked and like’, Shivani learned to laugh and really mean it for the first time while she was with the young brunette. However, happiness for her always seemed short lived, as after a year of being with her sacrifice was Shivani suddenly finding herself being taking to the place that trained ‘Units, the Seven Moons branch located within Germany’s capital by a very unhappy Natara.

This was a place she would step foot in for only a few hours, never really seeing much outside the waiting room as she awaited her sacrifice to return from speaking to the Headmaster over something before being dragged out of the building with the brunette yelling at an older woman “I won’t let you have her, She’s MY fighter, I will decide from myself with or not she needs to be broken or trained by the likes of this place!” After this, things started to unravel fast around the fourteen year old teen, as she suddenly found herself later on the same day at the sharp end of a knife with Natara trying to explain to her that the only way she could truly be her fighter, her other, was if the woman carved into Shivani’s flesh her true namesake. Things just continued to spiral down out of control around Shivani even more as not only a few days after being dragged out of Seven Moons, did she find herself locked in her first spell battle, which against the trained unit from the Academy did not last very long. It would end with Natara locked away from her in a never waking coma. Shivani was taken out of the orphanage and brought forcefully into the Academy to be trained in the ‘proper’ manners a [BLANK] fighter such of herself should be.

Three years later, Shivani having turned slowly back into her cold empty self was finally ‘graduating’ from the Academy. She was introduced by the Headmaster to a man who went by the name of Kyros Tanaki and his fighter, being told she would assist the blonde haired man with his assignment since she knew the country side of several countries so well. For the following three years Shivani would follow around this unit across the Europe being an unwilling assistance to the work of the blonde haired sacrifice being his ‘spare’ fighter when his had returned back to Japan to submit reports back at Seven Moons main branch. Just before the end of his assignment Shivani returned on orders back to the Germany branch in which she was held within the walls as the teacher’s and Headmaster try to decide of who her ‘sacrifice’ should be, speaking of such things right in front of her as if her opinion had no say in the matter. Though, Shivani was able to find a way to leave the German branch for the main branch for ‘further training’ in order to escape the prison she had been living in, and the aching memories of a sacrifice she had failed.

Other:

-If there is only one thing Shivani has had with her to call her own, is a little black stray cat that has been with her since her incarceration in Seven Moons that she calls Yanio.
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-Shivani absolutely hates phones, and even though she ratherly forcefully carries one, she hardly ever picks it up when someone calls. However she is more likely to answer text messages then anything else.

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[bleh, think that’s it, please let me know if there’s anything I need to change.]