"Katyusha"

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Persona

Name: Hua, Meixiang “Katyusha”
Alias: (A nickname if your character has one)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthdate: 7th of November
Sexuality: Flexible
Special Characteristics: Having had his testicles forcibly removed before puberty, feminine characteristics have vastly overtaken his nearly non-existent masculine traits. To this end, his voice has a pitch more reminiscent with a woman than a man. The only indication of his gender being tightly secured away from prying eyes; as a result, he can quite easily pass off as a woman.

Personality: Who Katyusha is has varied with time and experience, but his innermost personality has remained the same throughout his short lifetime. First and foremost, his avarice has dominated much of his actions since his personal oath as a child, leading him to take any action and to know any sort of people who are beneficial to his goal. From actively taking steps to ensure his lifestyle is kept at its current state or to improve it, to doing absolutely nothing, to taking great pains to ensure a steady relationship with the right people, all of it has been for a better future he constantly dreams of.

Though his ultimate goal is a future of self-determination, of being someone who can live life as if they owned it, Katyusha doesn’t appear to be the most motivated person for such a lofty ambition. Usually found lazing around on furniture indoors, at most strolling through the streets to cause conflict between already taken men and women, Katyusha is more than satisfied with waiting for the right time, the right moment, the correct opportunity, and the perfect situation to act in a beneficial matter for himself. In the meantime, Katyusha is content with being called lazy, and unmotivated; he lets himself be seen as someone who values material comforts above all else, personal enjoyment above even the most important task handed to him. A fact about him that is technically true, but Katyusha also realizes the value of the bigger picture. Should it require such an action, he can easily part with all benefits of the world for the greater reward of dominance.

With his goals lofty, and near impossible to fulfill with so many people in the world to step over with much more power than he, a fact he understands, Katyusha is content with his station as long as he is improving his lifestyle somehow. But, while he relaxes under the sun, in the company of an attractively wealthy person he has come into contact with, he is always looking for opportunities for a better future. Even with those who he considers his savior, it is his pleasure to be in their company for as long as he is content with his station. For instance, he still considers Maelstrom a good place to be, for now at least. As long as they maintain a relatively high end lifestyle, and continually pursue a goal of domination, he is content to be their pretty little lap dog.

Such a grandiose dream of a future requires a large degree of willpower, contrary to what most would expect from him. Time and time again has life turned against him, time and time again has he fallen so low that he should’ve remained castrated and soulless, metaphorically of course. Yet, time and time again, he has risen up beyond any feelings of doubt and suffering. Picking up any necessary pieces, moving on to his next scheme. Time and time again has he found himself soiled in mind, spirit, and body, only to rise up once more and continue living life as he wants it; in all honesty, it’s all for three things he has wanted the most since childhood.

He wants independence, a chance to live as he chooses. He wants freedom, the opportunity to at least choose what fate has always decreed. But most of all, he wants happiness, to experience it the way he should have had he never been sent away to be a slave. As a result, he has decided the only way to make this possible is to gain more power through wealth and relationships with others. For better or worse, he is absolutely determined, to use the remainder of his life, in order to fulfill a goal he may never complete.

Likes:

Cooking – One of the only skills he learned as a young child. While he specializes in seafood, fresh ones especially, he has come to know a variety of dishes from his exposure to several different cultures over his short lifetime. The aroma of still warm food can surround the air in a kitchen he finds himself in, overwhelming his senses and returning him to a time long gone. Besides that, a good cook can find lucrative opportunities all over the world, and especially with the rulers of society. The taste, the aroma, and especially the presentation; this like of his is both a matter of personal nostalgia, and to further extend his small sphere of influence.

Heights – A silly preference of his, Katyusha realizes, but his all the same. It can be seen in his living decorations, anything that can be hung up with be put in the highest place possible, as long as it stays within the parameters of acceptable décor. And his obsession with heights doesn’t end there. Towers, centuries old trees, mountain peaks, they all give him the same feeling. They make him feel like he’s fulfilling the oath he made to himself, to reach past the stars.

Winter – The cold air does little for any person’s skin, but the air just smells incredible during the coldest times of the year. The feel of desolation, of smothering freezing air rushing into his lungs satisfies him in ways no touch of any human ever can. Even the freezing temperatures, though terrible for skin and hair alike, give him something only that time of the year can. A time to lounge around, rest, and wait for the opportunity to act; his preference for winter is the only reason he somewhat misses his old masters. A secret reason, winter is when his only relationship has ever blossomed further than he believed. It is an amazing time of the year, nonetheless.

Dislikes:

Boiled eggs – They used to be one of his favorite recipes, he uses to make them all the time when he had the chance. But after being forced to eat nothing but the dry, dehydrating yolk for nothing but a weak, he has grown to detest them. It isn’t even their fault, yet he finds them distasteful now. But when a single recipe is all anyone eats for an entire week before being transformed from he who is entirely male to something in between, all Katyusha can think about is the pain. The sharpness of the blade, the darkness of the room, the taste of yolk still in his stomach, he still cringes upon seeing boiled eggs.

Favors – Katyusha has asked for many favors in order to survive, a fact he is not proud of. From little ones, such as granting him more power and authority over the other servants, to larger ones, such as making a certain someone disappear, he has requested them from his old masters. In return, Katyusha would find it necessary to come to their work chambers long after the sun had fallen, and fulfill certain desires as they command. Whether or not they were married, whether or not they were interested in men mattered not; Katyusha was beautiful, he looked close enough to a woman. And that was that. Though he still asks for favors, he understands the implications of doing so.

Monogamy – To be fully honest, Katyusha feels monogamy to be nothing more than a lie, a tool to force people to stay with each other when in actually, they want more than just one person their entire lifetime. As a lie, Katyusha has experienced apparently monogamous men requesting certain favors from him before, even though he knew for a fact their significant others would not appreciate it. As a tool, he has seen more than his fair share of poor sickly men and women forced into marriage for the rest of their lives while the one they were to be monogamous with runs off with street-walkers every day of the week. It’s such an injustice to be honest.

Motivations:

Greener grass – The grass is always greener somewhere in the world, and Katyusha is always trying to find greener grass. No matter his situation, he knows it can be better. No matter how good he has it, or bad, Katyusha will find a way to make it better eventually. Though his ends are justified, one most anyone in the world can agree with, the means and to the degree with which he conducts it are questionable. As a rule, he will do only as much as necessary, and nothing more; but, as a rule of thumb, he may do more than necessary if he finds no possible repercussions for such an action.

Autonomy – Katyusha hasn’t been a true man ever since he was just a growing child, let alone a man of his own. He has always been someone else’s pet, a mere degenerate to work and to toy with when they needed it. Now, it’s different. He is a free man, he can do whatever he wishes; his goal has changed from merely regaining autonomy to ensuring its continued existence, and further the extent of its reach. To reach his ends, Katyusha has been slowly growing in power, magically and through building relationships, to ensure he stays his own man. Extending his reach is something he knows he must wait on, for now at least.

A subconscious aspect of his desires is wish to be seen as a man by himself one more. Though he flaunts his feminine curves around shamelessly, Katyusha does wonder what it’d be like to be a full man once more; more importantly, to see himself as a male, and not just someone trapped in between.

Standing – There is a special order in this world, from those in poverty, all the way to those in the ruling class. Happiness can’t be bought with money, nor can it be bought with poverty; therefore, Katyusha strives to keep his own status away from the poor section of society as best as he can. His plan is simple, strive to join the ruling class, and he will never know poverty ever again. Joining them, conquering them, it makes no difference as long as his status is high enough.

Fears:

Canines – Katyusha has never hurt them, nor have they ever hurt him; but, he has seen what they do. For his removed genitalia, they were preserved in a jar and kept in a special room, as all other servants had theirs. For those punished to be turned into an inbetweener, theirs would be removed entirely and thrown to the dogs in public, whereupon they would maul it apart and gorge on it. It was an unbearable sight for Katyusha, especially after the sounds of wailing. Though dogs stil treat him amicably, Katyusha still avoids them like a toxic gas.

Age – The truth of this world is that you will get sick, you will get old, and you will die. Nothing will ever matter. Katyusha’s health will one day deteriorate beyond his mortal capacity, his beauty will one day fade with age and no longer will people willingly fall for his grace. And when he dies, all he has gathered, all he has worked for, will vanish into thin air. An unsettling thought, one he tries not to think of, even though it does pop back into his mind every now and then.

Exhibitionism – Katyusha has nothing against nudity, public and private. His problem stems from his clothes being removed in public, especially the fabric covering his pelvis. In private, Katyusha knows to choose only those who may appreciate such an appendage; in public, he knows that such an unveiling would render him an outcast, cost him his only sense of superiority sense of being loved by the population. He is a beautiful woman, and that must remain the truth.

General Appearance

Height: 5'6”
Weight: 105 – 121 Lbs. (rarely)
Hair: It is a shade borne similar to the darkest corners of night, pitch-black in appearance, and polished to the finest grain when it is felt. Keeping his hair longer than the average woman even dares to attempt, it falls all the way down to just above his knees while his side bangs manage to grow just long enough reach where his breasts would be if he were the correct gender. Besides that, Katyusha’s hair seems to reject all sources of light, it seems to fully accept the mixture from night; to complete his illusion of the beautiful woman men want, he has made sure his hair is always straight, flawless, and possessing a deep scent of lavender preferably.

Eyes: Katyusha’s eyes have seen much, hid much, ran from much. Light brown, most likely an ochre color, eyes are overtaken by his long feminine eyelashes and his thin eyebrows paradoxically. Though his eyes have seen much, he still holds the same ambitious flare he has always held, even from before his fate changing event after relieving himself of quarry duty. Though possibly considered stubborn eyes by some, he still holds the same enchanting effect of a vixen when he stares at someone, whether intended or not.

Skin Tone: Light with a golden undertone, or olive with a deeper gold undertone with enough sun, Katyusha’s skin has been damaged by fretful runs from his would-be captors, from an entire year of combat. This is evident in a scar to the right of the small of his back, a scar he can’t rid himself of no matter how much he pampers his skin to appear smooth and feminine once more. Even so, Katyusha was mostly successful, having restored his skin to its previous baby-smooth, princess-like appearance.

Appearance: It is true, Katyusha does not look like he should be able to lift anything with his frail looking arms. It is true, his frail appearance makes him look more feminine, more accepted by society as such. But it is false if people believe that makes him weak. He is weak in appearance, but he is not weak in practice. Katyusha’s arms and legs are used to lifting his bodyweight easily and efficiently through obstacles, through bodies, even up and over lands deemed unreachable by some given enough time and enough will from Katyusha. He is far from having the body of an athletic man, or even a woman who has devoted her life to her personal physical fitness; however, his svelte appearance aids in the illusion of the most beautiful woman in all of Fiore, if somewhat agile and deceptively stronger than one would expect.

His proportionate face, his dainty chin, the petite ears, the delicate eyes, and his fleeting chins are mesmerizing, as if he were sent to tempt men and women alike. Though his arms, legs, and torso are willowy, they more than support his frame through their support, both in action and in passiveness. When his legs drift through the wind, his hands keep his chest pumped, his curves bent for the imagination’s pleasure. The key word is feminine. Everything about him is geared towards a female body, from his vocals to his musculature; even his bone structure is subject to the same rules. Some consider it a curse; he considers it a boon, as evidenced by the feel of unsubtle strangers all over him while he pretends not to notice.

For clothing, Katyusha tends for an eclectic mix based on his experiences. Moving from nation to nation, culture to culture, he has been exposed to most types of clothing in the world; although, he does prefer the traditional female outfits of his home, and the fur-laden clothing of the steppes. He likes how the fabric feels against his skin, smooth against smooth for the outfits of his homeland, or coat against his smooth. Even then, patterns, vibrant colors, and visual weight are a must! They have to capture someone’s attention; that is the only reason clothes, besides the necessary undergarments, are worn. It is not for morality, it is for attention’s sake, and nothing more.

Guild

Guild: Maelstrom
Tattoo: Etched onto the small of his back | An ivory color contrary to what his current guild's colors are
Rank: D rank | Basic

Magic

Primary Magic: White Tiger's Kinetic Magic | Magic circle
Secondary Magic: (Must be filled in later. Magic you bought at the store goes here)
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: Part brute force, part subtlety, but both used in perfect harmony with Katyusha's kinetic magic. What looks like a kick or a strike that should hurt terrible doesn’t, what looks like a blow to someone’s head actually feels very comfortable, massage-like some would say. But behind said person, there is nothing but pain and discomfort. Using the kinetics as a source of strength, Katyusha’s magic generates magical power wherever he wishes it on his body, and strikes anything he sees fit. The next step in the process transfers his magical power into the area, forcing it backwards; at this point, little to no damage will be done to the struck target due to the structuring of his magic. If there is anything behind the struck area, if the target moves back quickly enough to hit someone, anyone, the magical power will increase in strength and transfer, causing harm equivalent to the strength of his spell multiplied by however many obstacles it had to pass in order to reach its destination at the end. The more people/objects in between, the larger the impact at the end.

Strengths: The more people there are, the more devastating Katyusha’s magic is to those in the rear line. For this reason, cowards and those who rely on henchman have reason to fear him. Even when outnumbered, Katyusha can whittle them down from the back lines while using other means to deal with those in the front lines. Besides that, for those first facing him, the deception of his weak attacks can cause those who fail to look back to see the damage done to the person behind them. In essence, Katyusha’s magic allows him to dominate encounters where he is outnumbered should he be skilled enough. Even then, by himself, Katyusha can get creative and use his own body or any object he can find as an obstacle to use his magic to effectively injure those he needs to.

Weaknesses: While it has potential, there are occasions when Katyusha finds himself unable to use his magic. For the wise ones who notice Katyusha must strike something in between in order for his magic to take effect, they can either dodge, or ensure the path between them stays clean and solitary. Therefore, Katyusha is woefully inept at single combat without any creativity on his part, and his effectiveness continually falls as any fight continues when outnumbered. Along with that, this is a mainly melee to short ranged style of magic. Though agile and fit enough to lift himself over objects, Katyusha may find larger, or longer ranged opponents especially difficult considering his magic’s needs.

Extra

History:

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He was born a happy, healthy boy. He would one day grow up to become a man. Miyagi Yamato should have grown up to be a healthy young man. He should have.

Sad as it is, though he was born in a time of peace and prosperity, the right time, he was born in the wrong place. As part of a deal to continue peace and prosperity between his nation of birth, and a far more powerful one militarily, he and hundreds of others were herded off like cattle to serve a foreign country as cheap, hard labor. At only the age of six, he went from tending the fields, and helping sell wares to foreign merchants to toiling in the quarries. It was murderously hard work, some even literally being killed by their overseers. Yamato, still only a child, felt hungry all the time, sore all the time. He just wanted one satisfying meal, a desire he risked life and limb for. Although he was able to infiltrate the kitchen and eat several delicacies he had not tasted in months, he was caught by the kitchen staff to be sent off to be beheaded. It was only through overhearing someone asking for a per-pubescent volunteer to service concubines of their nation's emperor was he saved, openly and freely volunteering himself in exchange for life. He was saved, but he didn't realize the true price. For a week, confined by rope onto a rack, they let him drink only the minimal amount of water to survive whilst feeding him nothing but boiled egg yolk. How dry his mouth felt, how much his insides begged to be relieved of this meal, no matter how satisfying. When they returned, asking him, ”Do you have the need to relieve yourself?”, he unknowingly answered in a manner only a fool would in that situation, ”Of course not, you've fed me nothing but yolk this past week!”, and it was over. They took him to the chamber, they sterilized a knife, they made him clamp down a stick with his teeth, removed his trousers, and committed the deed which altered his fate. When it was done, he awoke with a new feeling. Something was missing, something important. Before he could comprehend his new role in life, he was put to work almost as fast as he had been transformed. Put to work organizing the storage, where all the removed organs of eunuchs like he were preserved, he found his in a pitiful state at the bottom rung. They had the gall of removing them so cruelly and not even place his at the highest place. It stung, to say the least. Now named Hua Meixiang by his new masters, he swore to rise above his stature, to become greater than himself. He would reach past the stars and sit next to the heavens as an equal, perhaps even more. A promise he still remembers even a decade and a half later.

Even as determined as Meixiang was to improve his deteriorating life-style, he found it difficult at first. Hazing was rampant among junior eunuchs, he himself endured it multiple times without any chance of escape. While he wanted to rise above his station, he found it difficult without any skills of his own. Meixiang could cook, he was more or less an polyglot, and that was it. Considering how much trouble he had just trying to survive, a situation eerily similar to his time in the quarries, the only thing that saved him was favoritism from his masters. Though young, his appearance was pleasant enough to look at that. Many of them grew enamored with little Meixiang, a feeling he would take advantage of multiple times; both in order to save himself, and to wreak vengeance on the jealous insiders. It wasn't a perfect situation; in fact, he found himself having to return several personal favors he himself asked with favors he only very reluctantly agreed to. A favor a favor, and then some as he remembers. Slowly, his will as a human being began to drain. Slowly, he turned into one of them. Jealous, plotting, fully accepting of their life as mere servants caught between genders.

Yet his status as a mere servant remained, a fact that was made all too clear when he was traded by his masters for mere textiles! Though it was a new master, the conditions were still the same. He was beloved by his new master thanks to his continually maturing appearance, and he always had to be on the watch from jealous servants. A favor for every favor he asked. No matter how much things had changed, he was right back where he has always been. In the middle between servants who hate him, and masters who adore him for only one reason. The only differing object of interest he found tolerable was another woman similar to Meixiang. She too was sent to the quarries as a child, she too unknowingly accepted a pitiful offering in exchange for a lifetime of service and loss of the ability to bear a child. She was one of the few who did not hate Meixiang for his incredibly beautiful appearance, one Meixiang even flaunted when using it to make life easier for himself. Only this woman, only her would Meixiang ever call a dear friend of his. Now under new management, they began to call him Katyusha, a result of his beauty and favoritism by his main master. The woman he came to truly befriend was called Varvara by both Meixiang and her masters. Though their friendship was harmless in and of itself, Varvara, beating Katyusha in age by several decades, had more experience in the ways of the world. Experience she slowly passed onto Katyusha; intellectual experience, and eventually, her combative experience as required of a maid responsible for the previous emperor's safety. Their friendship eventually became much more after so much time spent together, much to both their master's chagrin. Both of their bad luck came crashing together, their secret relationship being discovered and forcing them to outrun men and horses using nothing but their own two feet. Even with Varvara's years of experience, and Katyusha's newly taught magic, they could not escape. Realizing this the moment they ran off, Varvara tricked him into a barrel to be flung down a river. Even though Katyusha survived, he would never see his dear friend ever again.

As heartbroken as Katyusha felt, the experience of liberation vastly overtook the pain of loss. The smell of breathing air as his own man, the feeling of not serving anyone. It lasted for as long as it took him to resist serving another just for a meal. And that feeling lasted for as long as Varvara was out of his mind. For the next year, even with freedom at his beck and call, he would wage a solitary guerrilla fight against the people who killed his only friend. Varvara taught him everything he needed to know, she taught him even with the loss of that one organ that made him a man. She taught him he was still human, and this gave him the drive to keep fighting and running. The people supported him, surprisingly. They had long been oppressed, and seeing someone cause their oppressors so much heartache, a eunuch no less, gave them more joy than could possibly be expressed openly. But his purpose was vengeance, he had no clear goal in mind other than to make them suffer. He would raid trade routes, patrols, assassinate bureaucrats, acts that achieved little else but irk the ruling class. Before the end of the year, he was driven out, his targets having finally developed methods to defend against his acts of terrorism. Fleeing in terror, in heartache from his failure, he passed himself off as Amalia, Elizaveta, Catherine, any name he could to escape.

He could not go east, his kind had no place there anymore. He didn't want to go back, they would take him and make him be another servant. Katyusha has to go west, he needs to go west! Using his appearance to his advantage, he made money however possible, however degrading. But it was worth it, right? He crossed miles upon miles to reach as far west as he could. This was supposed to be a new place, a new life. He could blend in, people would think he a beautiful woman. He could live a life he wants, a better life. He couldn't live the life he wanted. Katyusha had no money, no property, no past, no present, and no future. It was over for him, he was done for. As he lay in the sands of Fiore, his last ounce of strength slipping away pitifully from him, Katyusha awoke on a boat heading towards an island. Reinvigorated after heavy medical treatment, refilled with nourishment from seafood and fresh water. He was being taken to Galuna Island, to the dark guild Maelstrom. Though he did not like the idea of serving another forever, Katyusha certainly preferred serving that which wishes to be served far more than any other option; and the near endless amount of nourishment, along the promise of self-determination. They had his services the moment they talked about self-determination, services he would slowly but surely put to work as they required of him.

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A bashful wink of the eye, a wave of the finger, a glimmer of hope as he looked strangers only to heartlessly pry his own appearance away. How cruel they must think of him, what a beautiful woman they must believe. If only those poor fools knew. Although, that one fellow with the odd looking facial make-up and extremely amorous complexion may not mind either way. Sadly, for that one poor fellow at least, Katyusha didn't want anything to do with him; he wanted nothing to do with anyone, not today. For his time in Galuna Island has been brief, shortly after escaping death had he visited the island in all its glory, which he did only shortly after committing himself to Maelstrom's cause. Domination of the world and its people, a cause he can get behind easily.

He kept silent, nodding and giving those who wanted more a mere pity smile. A stab in the heart it was, and that's just how he wanted it. They found themselves enamored with him? Fine. All they shall receive is a modest nod. Let them admire his violet, flower patterned kimono all they like; it hides everything on his body, but leaves so very little for the mind to imagine no matter how false it is. Let them admire smooth face, his absolutely adorable tiny steps. Let them think themselves whatever fantasy they can concoct.

They're all the same, each and every one of them. He leaves one place to just land in an island where he is but a toy to be played with, then thrown away when they're done with him. He is but a pet with no true identity, caught between two worlds and unable to choose one or the other easily. To be fair, Katyusha knows what he looks like, how he looks to others, but it's mind boggling how even those with rather pretty wives themselves still find their eyes linger towards areas they find appealing. ”Oh, did you wish to speak with me sir?” He innocently enough asked a peeking man with his significant others arms wrapped around him, Katyusha's voice appearing demure and enticing all the same, ”Ahh, I know what you want!” Feeling mischievous after such a long time running, he hugged the man, right in front of her. Panicked, fearful, the stranger Katyusha hugged struggled to regain his flustered face. Spited, vengeful, his lover left in a fury, each step smashing the dirt roads beneath her. Releasing him playfully, Katyusha giggled quietly at the site of a perfectly ruined evening. ”He reapeths what he soweths. Poor beggar.

If he had known the outcome, would he behave the same way?

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