Name: Tomomi kazue Ishkawa

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Genders: Female, Shemale, Herm, Male

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Ages: 16 - 36

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Height: 5' 4" - 5-6" [grows between 16 and twenty]

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Bust: B 16 - CC 20

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Eyes: Crimson Red, wears colored contacts so they're dark brown

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Hair: Naturally black, dyed teal

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Fighting Style: Reaver

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Arcana: Moon

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Occupations: Fish Market worker, Mover, Warehouse worker, waitress, Cashier, Music store worker, Game store worker

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Personality: Puts on a strong appearance, is actually frightened easily

Hides herself in her music

Igrores problems instead of facing them

Loves stuffed animals/plushes

Likes to tinker and fix things

Is rude, to keep people away and herself from getting hurt

Is actually very soft, shy, and....fragile.

Wants to open up a video game cafe in Nara.

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Bio: Born to a romanian gypsy and a japanese buisnessman, Tomomi should have had a fairly bland childhood. Were it not for her eyes, she would have. But there they were a bright, devlish red. From the very start her mother hated her eyes. They frightened her, they were nothing like either of her parents, nor their grandparents. She thought the devil dweled inside her daughter, and took every opportunity she could to make Tomo see it that way. This manifested in many different ways but namely among them were neglect, and physical, and verbal abuse. Her father always patched her up, but was honestly, terrified of his wife, so he did nothing. When he could, he spoiled his daughter, took her out on the weekends to get away from his wife. he thought the world of his little girl.

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Things werent easy away from home either. Tomo looked weird, and different. She had red eyes, and a strange face, the only saving grace was like most everybody else she had black hair. But of course, she was just as well bullied relentlessly. Her face was shoved in dirt, she was beat up, humiliated, all the usual tropes. One day though, when Tomo was just ten, her mother had, had enough. When her daughter gave her an angry look as she passed by the kitchen, she tightened her grasp on the fork she had been holding to eat, went after her daughter, pinned her to the wall, and stabbed her in the left eye, plucking it out. She was going to go for the right one too, but her father got home just in time to snap too. He threw his wife to the ground, and in so many words, told her it was over. He carefully picked up his little girls eye, and then her, and rushed out the door. But, not before his wife had gotten up, and grabbed as many knives as she could carry, and ran out into the front yard to chase them. Anbd she could throw knives pretty damn well. She managed to get her husband in the stomach, the back, and the shoulder before they drove off. Somehow, miraciously, he drove all the way to the hospital, before he bled out.

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After some surgery to stop the bleeding, and any pain, Tomo couldnt go back home. So she was sent to an orphanage, where she was made to work in the kitchen, and clean the house, and help fix the caretakers car. She liked that, that was the one thing she actually enjoyed doing. Two years later she started doing part time jobs, under the table of course, she needed money, she knew that much. But what for, she never really figurted out. She just started saving, and occasionally, spending a little bit on herself. A jacket, a pair of headphones, a super cheap, an almost completly busted computer, which she had to fix up herself.