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“Fly like the birds who rise from the ashes...”
Name: Kaori Kim
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Appearance: Kaori has straight black hair with evenly fringed bangs. She has pale luminescent that looks as if there is a tint of gold.
Angel or Demon: Angel
Personality: INFJ - She is rather introverted and has social anxiety. Often finding it difficult to speak her mind, she is more reserved and refrains from physical interactions, preferring to be isolated and separated from others. Yet she does have a small soft side to her- she has the capability of being sweet and gentle, yet it is so far hidden down that it is almost impossible to bring to surface.
Power:(1-2 per character) Light Manipulation - Kaori has the ability to manipulate light to her will. Pretty self-explanatory.
Weapon: Dagger
Secret:(to be revealed is allowed) The Demon Lord/Head, Sir Bloodington the Yehaw, and Kaori are blood-related... (in a very complicated way)
Backstory: (TBRP’D is allowed) TBRP'D
Other: N/A
Palpad: ofc

Kotone looked downwards, hearing everything. Yet she wasn't partaking in it. Why? Because she was choosing her words carefully. Choosing her words for the maybe-nonexistent comeback at the end of the round, where she would somehow prove that she knows more than she seems to know, which people might think is nothing. But of course, like blegh this person, she has "a" brain "cell" that may mysteriously end up working.

But seeing that Paiyoon, the one person she knew from the previous round that ended due to the lack of human existence, was being attacked just for making an assumption, she had to step in.

"Maybe... Paiyoon just... felt as if... Curious George was suspicious... In my eyes... and if I were in her shoes... I would vote for Curious George... Maybe get Ted involved too..." She said, starting to ramble the slightest bit, her mind starting to lose its hold on sanity, its hold on keeping herself together without falling into pieces at the mess she was trying to understand.

But despite everything she could do to try to help, Paiyoon was on her own. And it already seemed as if Paiyoon knew, and was already building up that solid wall of not-fortitude, disguising it with that calm disposition of hers.