Diabolik Lovers, and canon plot based panfandom RP.
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Karl Heinz and his wives, and Richter are not available for application by the gen public. They will be written by admins or admin upon request. Any and all outside of the boys will be up for interaction for personal plot advancement upon request.
Endowed with the looks of both parents of two clans within the southern hemisphere's of the region she was born in; beauty and gall to envy the born half-serpentine males. Tribal royal by blood and by gender, women equally valued of the clan: hunters, gatherers, caretakers and lawmakers alongside the males.
Kalyani had always been a queen without a need for a king. Dethroned in more ways than naught and sought out more than just her throne when the times were right.
She remembers everything in vivid detail. Only known by her first name before constraints and tormented with the tales of first life within the clutches of the humans new found power to overpower. The fall of her clan's tribe, ambushed and captured, tortured and killed in flames in attempts to "cleanse" the masses of their demonic form. How hard she fought the humans for her freedom, killing a few and maiming more, enjoying the thralls of battle for once in a lifetime and the writhing twist of the fools bounded by the strong coil of her tail; the sound of breaking bones and gasping notes a cacophony to her ears. She was a queen then and a warrior. All at the age of 14, within that year of course. "The work of deities", or "protectors of the deities place" was what the stories would stem from and inspire the early books with such a display of power just from within vicinity of the waterfalls call. Albeit the burn scar that caught the exposure of flesh along her should made bare and remembered from then.
The coming eras passed in short, bursts and howling sounds that resounded through the caves entrance and the greenery of the forest, making the animals go silent to listen. Curiosity pulling serpentine eyes to look out between and watch the surrounding change, entice and pull to the venture out just to look. Eventually learning from the one's kind enough and pulled by curiosity to learn about the creatures that lived in the forest; the animals and plants, nothing more if she would go over this. Of course, In arrogance practice and naivety, Only fitting that she could as she was queen and no one could stop her otherwise. the secrets were given away and fire came once again in her steadfast, and eagerness to learn languages other than her mouth tongue. Dethroned and tossed from the surviving clan, in rage and rage of her own Kalyani took this as an opportunity to learn of the world and what it held. On two legs with the help of magic given like the rest of her kin, away from the ignorance of the savage clans and minute mingling with the noble savages.
Within the years, the memory of things came and went; jazz, blues and the thralls of the French language, almog with a few others became a love. The music playing and mingling through the history of her memory across countries. Renaissances of all sorts; American, Italian new enlightenment, war and modern arts and music springing forth. Eventually finding out the tone of her skin made a difference away from home, oddly and seemingly new this came to be; the caramalised flesh made some difference. Making a last name for herself and reputation with the quick gaining of wit, fluidity and multi-faceted instances with the worlds she was apart of. All too interesting, even the murderers who met, shown and thought more to play games with a seemingly lovely "human" in their mitts.How wrong they were.
C'est la vie, that is the past.
In happenstance and in accordance to where she ended up currently, Kalyani on instinct moved to a side of the ocean she had to see; Japan and the surrounding countries at a time. Russian not being the pace for her and China much to gallivant across to simply enjoy in one go, she remained in japan and the city of Kamina where she decided to dabble in teaching college classes with something she found to be called certification, not just some odd piece of paper and a lounge entertainer, to keep with remaining occupied and biding time.
To remain the queen of the world she came from and the ones inbetween.
