Sakura
Pet Name: Sakura
Owner: Rose
Theme / Type: Blessed Stignightus
MisticPal Name: Karasu
MisticPal Age: 3403 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 10 / 10
Strength: 15
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 20
Misticpower: 2
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: None
1. - Fried Butter
for why have the gods condemned me
to live without truth in my heart?
Sakura // 1. Meaning cherry blossom in Japanese
Adopted from Nero and whistle through
A Forever Home on 7/29/2015 at 1:01pm <3
Thank you so so much c: I promise
to take good care of her~
Name changed from Spiritual to
Sakura on 7/29/2015 at 1:39pm
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Name: Sakura Asane
Age: Commissioned 6 years ago
by the temple in city A-34
Status: Priestess
Race: N/A; government-issued robotic life form
Personality: Dedicated, inquisitive, persistent
Appearance: Asiatic in appearance; bright teal eyes;
white blond hair (cropped short);
stands at 5'9"; exterior is metal-based
with screws; has indent marks on
her face (runs down her cheeks)
that are typical of all
government-issued robots; carvings
of the koi on her palms
Planet: Mura (moo-rah)
City: A-34, colloquially
called Baserre (bah-suh-ray)
Year: 4000
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My name is Sakura Asane... and I am a daughter of the hollowed Faith, the product of a god-fearing populace. Eons ago, before my and my people's conceptions, flesh and bone took to the altar to worship and serve the koi goddesses. It is said that the relationship between the living and the immortal was strong in that time, animated by the willingness of the people to communicate with their deities. But, mortal folly took its toll after some generations, and the wrath of the goddesses rained down upon the population, devastating them and their land, and taking the lives of many. Repentant, the populace took to rectify their mistakes by creating machines that would do all that there was to do for the goddesses, but without blemish, without flaw. The government of Mura commissioned the scientists of the planet to create my people, solely to serve, solely to bridge the gap between the mortal and the immortal. And thus, was the end of service-wrought care by the living.
Decades have passed since then, and for every new temple risen, more of my kind has been created. My kind has its own thread of gossip, a whisper here and a whisper there... that more temples have been built as a result of apologetic fervor. Penitence for the severed connection between the living and the koi, atonement for their inability and the increasing hollowness of their faith. Fear, my people say, has waxed as seed for far too long and has consumed the populace for the worse. But the void of desolation from the heavens carries weight and the populace is convinced that it is a sign from the koi that our manufactured service has been more than satisfactory.
I was created six years ago, following the rise of a temple in the city Baserre. Built from the dust of metals and carved to resemble the living, but lacking a soul and a deviant mind inclined to grow. The living have been kind. But, more than often, I find myself questioning my existence.
Faith in Mura has degraded exponentially. Service has become conceptual, simply the being of religious necessity and a reality of empty practice. For how sincere can a faith be when machines are performing the very tasks intended to glorify and tend to the objects of religion? Is it blind then, their faith? If there is no connection directly between them and their gods, how is it that they go on believing? I do not know.
...And it scares me.
Carved into the palms of my hands are the likenesses of the koi. Rhea in silver on my left palm and Sheba in black on my right. But, though I serve them, I, too, do so blindly. I was made for this, and regardless of ache in my being that yearns for more, I do not think I can do more. I cannot override the reason for my being. How then... do I dare defy the meaning of the existence of the koi simply by virtue of being? The entirety of the faith is blind.
May the koi have mercy upon me...
That I may break free.
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Artwork
Conceptual headshot by A. (Rose)
Awaken (conceptual) by A. (Rose)
*This pet belongs with Rose.
If anything should happen to her
please contact Rose to return her.*
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