Name: Murakumo Sarasa
Age: 20,000 years [ since her birth until now]
Weapon: Obsidian Sword
Race: Demoness
Background: Sarasa was born into a world filled with darkness. Born alone to a wealthy couple, she was an outsider from the beginning. Her parents, Ku and Rin, both wanted a beautiful baby girl. The only problem was that Rin could not produce children. So, they preyed to their god hoping that something would happen. But as time went by nothing did. Eventually they began to ask for help from a powerful Sorceress named Kima. She promised before the month's end Rin would be pregnant with a daughter. Overjoyed Ku and Rin waited, and sure enough at the end of the month they knew she was pregnant. Months went by, the baby grew inside of her. But as it grew, Rin became weaker and weaker. By the time the baby was born, Rin was too weak and died in child labor. Sarasa was born. Ku was saddened deeply by her death, but took his daughter and went on with life. After a few years, Ku looked after Sarasa like a normal father. He taught her to hunt, sew, and fight. He was proud of her until one day he saw a growth coming from her back. Wings. Blackened feathers looked as if they were dipped in oil. Furious, Ku went to the sourceress and demanded to know what was wrong with her. She simply laughed. "She is not from this world. I had to take another being's young so you could have your daughter. Are you not happy? Does she not bring you joy?" she asked taunting him. He shook the horrible thoughts away and returned to his daughter, she was waiting with open arms. Every night he would put her to sleep, tuck her in and watch as she drifted off as if she were human. And each day he thought about taking her life. It was evil. He was convinced. Nothing in the world born with wings as black as hers was pure. So, one night while she lay in her bed dreaming of horses and butterflies Ku hatched his plan. He would do it. He would take her life than his own. Slowly he crept to her bedside with knife in hand. He would do it quickly so she felt no pain. He leaned over and just as the knife touched her delicate skin Sarasa Woke up, staring him in the eyes. The little girl had no idea that she was in trouble, she only knew that her dream told her she needed to wake up. Slowly she sat up crying. "daddy what are you doing?" she asked him. He went silent. In a fit of rage he came after her, knife ready to plunge. Instead he stopped and whilst looking at the knife, slit his own throat. As he fell to the floor dying of blood loss Sarasa stood over him with a grin. "You are a bad man daddy. I had to punish those who are evil." she said. Slowly he slipped away.
Years past and Sarasa grew up, training herself for whatever would come her way. One day a passing king noticed the young girl's ferocity and her beautiful black wings fighting to keep hidden. He approached her with a deal; she would protect him and in turn he would let her live like royalty. Sarasa agreed and went to the castle with him. Sworn to protect the king and defeat those he's ordered dead, she awaits her turn to take revenge on those who have done evil.
