streetname - sandman
name - uzumaki tomoe
born - November of 9th 2038, Tokio
pale white skin
moon white hair
crystal white eyes
1.80m, 80kg, type: 0 negative
"I was born in Tokio – the city between tradition and technology. I grew up under the great and bright shining light of a star – the Fuchi corporation logo, the physical definition of compliance, diligence and honour.
My father was a Mr. Johnson on high position in the corporation and I was his carefully hidden secret. The reason was, that my mother was one of the last Ainu. The Ainu are the original Japanese, like the Indians in America, but they were always treatened like a lower class of the human race, like the untouchables in India. When I was old enough to realize that other children have mothers and I don't. I began to ask certain questions, and my fathers answer was, that she died a few days after my birth. Supposedly she was attacked by a wendigo, while she was in the 7th month of pregnancy and started mutating. The doctors had to take me out. My mother didn't survive the mutation.
It was up to my father to educate me – at the age of 3 I was sent to a traditional japanese boarding school in Osaka. Beside normal school subjects I was educated in using traditional japanese weapons and had to train Kendo, Tai-Chi and other martial arts.
With 11 my father finally decided to take me home again, where I continued my studies. Everything was right – my behaviour was reputable and obedient, and my tryings pure diligence. I was the perfect child.
As my father informed me about his decision to let me be his personal bodyguard, I was honoured and proud of myself. The following year I spend with the cyberdocs in Tokio. A big part of my body became more efficient, faster, stronger and tougher – I was a living killing machine, and my father was a little more satisfied.
On my 12th birthday I was finished and sent home. The birthday I will remember for the rest of my life.
That night he came into my room and woke me with the words up that he has a present for me. He took my hand. In the living room I got a nearly transparent white dress. Glassy eyes looked at me, while I was changing clothes. He took my hand another time. Freezing cold air and white roses awaited me in the garden. White snow glistened under the big pale moon.
Inbetween razorsharp thorns, beneath white broken roses, beside a torn dress and freezing moonlight my father took me – urging out my childhood, pushing out my humanity and finally leaving my broken little body lying out there in the cold on bloody snow.
I never said a thing – and so he came every night to "take care" of me. I was obedient, I had to be. During the days I was doing my job as his silent guard, a shadow, and the rest of the time I had to fulfill my duties as his lover. So it went for years ...
... and then I found out that it wasn't a wendigo, that attacked my mother, it was the old creepy man on his own. I was allready born, but still a baby.
She was his personal slave, a human toy. He has beaten her to death, after he got sick of her.
I left my home in a sea of blood. I am my fathers carefully hidden secret – and dead men use to shut up forever ..."