This is information about the OC...

Name: Jiueru (Japanese for Jewel)

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: 1/2 Japanese, the other...unknown

Hometown: Kyoto, Japan

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: average

Hair: Black

Eyes: Silver-Blue

Skin: Tan

Song Representation (meaning what song most likely describes): Field of Innocence by Evanescence

Dressing: Jiueru wears different styles of clothes, but she seems to love Japanese black kimonos.

Weapon: She does not have one

Special Stuff: Jiueru does not necessarily value life, but she values innocence, like children, or that of a virgin.

Jiueru grew up around a mountainous area in Kyoto, living only with her mother (reidou) and grandmother (Sobo/Obaasan). As a child, Jiueru did not go to school, although she was very intelligent, enjoying to read. At the age of thirteen, her personality changed dramatically. She was always a happy girl, enjoying life and seeing beauty where the least people would find it. Her interest went into art and drawing, pictures that she painted would be seen hanging in her home. Beauty soon became what she saw, and what she was. Jiueru did not understand how she seemed to have become so different from her Reidou and Obaasan, as, in her opinion, they were very beautiful, but looked nothing like her. Her Reidou had long, straight brown hair and brown, hazelnut eyes, while her Obaasan had, although not the same hair, the same eyes as her Reidou. Jiueru was different. Her black hair was long, but it was not straight. It was wavy and light, but thick. She was constantly fighting with it, and her eyes were silver-blue, changing colors with her mood or with the light. Her family was light, while Jiueru was dark. At some points, Jiueru would find herself wondering if she was adopted but her Reidou would always claim that Jiueru was not.

Her father was out of the picture, nowhere to be found. Her Reidou would hardly talk about him, but when Jiueru became fifteen, she told Jiueru that she did not even know who her father was, but she did not say why. Jiueru eventually came to believe that her Reidou was raped, and from that crime, came herself. When she would ask her Reidou about that, she would not answer, but would gain this strange look in her eyes. Jiueru would ask her Obaasan if she knew her father, but she did not. Obaasan claimed that at first, she believed that Jiueru's father was one of her Reidou's many boyfriends when she was Jiueru's age, but her Reidou always assured that she never slept with any of them. She was still a virgin when Jiueru was conceited. Since then, Jiueru found it on instinct to care, not for life, but for innocence.
Then she met him.

He was Rikuki (Japanese for Ricky). He was probably the most amazing boy Jiueru ever saw. He was funny, charming, sweet, kind, gentle, and seemed to know nearly everything about Jiueru. She didn't know how, or why, but Jiueru found herself falling for him. He was, in fact, the boy of her dreams. She found herself thinking about him a lot, and, when she would watch him walk to school from the hills, he would turn to her with a smile. That smile seemed to light up her day, and Jiueru would wander off to draw, until later on in the day, she would return to that spot to see him returning home. On a few occasions, when she went into town to get supplies, he would accompany her, and the two of them would talk about everything and nothing. When she told her mother about him, she explained to Jiueru that what she felt was love.

Jiueru was sixteen when Rikuki finally approached her. He had this amazing glow about him, and seemed to be smiling about nothing. Then he spoke the words Jiueru thought she would never hear.

"Jiueru, will you be mine?"

It was at the breath of those words that Jiueru swooned and fainted directly into his arms, muttering, "Hai." (Yes). Their first night together, Rikuki took Jiueru to one of his favorite spots in Kyoto. It was on a hill beside the river, under the moonlight. The two of then had a nice picnic together, and before Jiueru realized it, she found herself kissing him. She even begged him to take her, but unlike any other boy she had met, he insisted on waiting. Jiueru was grateful for his decision, as it meant a lot to her to hear that he cared about her.
A year later, he came to Jiueru once more, and asked her to marry him. Her response was the same. "Hai, Rikuki, I will marry you." A month later, her Reidou took Jiueru upon herself and sown her a beautiful, white wedding gown that seemed to fit her, not only perfectly, but also beautifully. She was the happiest girl in the world, and when Rikuki took Jiueru by his side and the two of them spoke their vows, with a single kiss, it became official. The two of them were married.

Life could not have been better for Jiueru. She was married and living with one of the most wonderful and handsome man in Kyoto. A man that treated her right, a man that seemed to make her smile always, a man who cherished and trusted her. A man whose soul was linked with her own. At times, Rikuki would call Jiueru "Okami" (wife) or "Nushi," (lover), and Jiueru would just simply blush at the comments. He would pull her aside from whatever she was doing and just whisper in her ear that she was beautiful. At each comment he made of her, Jiueru always blushed and seemed to swoon in his arms. He was the perfect man for her, and always made her happy.
He spoke of her art as "keisei" (beauty), and would frame and hang each one of her drawings and paintings on the walls of their home. He would refer to her Reidou as "shuutome," (mother-in-law), and she would refer to him as a son she never had. Everything seemed perfect, up until the moment came.

One night, everything changed for Jiueru. She and Rikuki took it upon themselves to show each other just how much they loved the other. The two of them made love, but during it, something felt, not just wrong to Jiueru, but painful. Something inside of her shattered and not just her virginity. After that, things became different between the two of then. Jiueru became irritable, and distant. Comments that Rikuki made to her didn't seem to bother her or make her blush anymore, but more like empower her, causing her to become stronger, physically and spiritually. Soon, when Rikuki would leave the house, Jiueru found herself wearing garments and clothes that would normal abolish and shame herself.

When her Reidou saw her wearing these garments, she would turn red and turn from Jiueru, as well. She claimed that by revealing her physical appearance to men that were not her husband, it not only shamed Jiueru, but also cursed her, but she didn't care. Wearing these clothes, and acting this way, seemed to make Jiueru feel free and alive more than ever. Eventually, this secret side of her was hard to hide from Rikuki, but he didnt seem to mind. In fact, none of the men in the village seemed to mind. They all seemed to enjoy it, in fact. In addition, it made her life a whole lot more both complicated and adventurous.
Jiueru quickly learned how to sing, but Jiueru also learned a little about fighting, which was strange. Her Obaasan didn't mind how she changed, but she became more concerned whether or not Jiueru still held her innocence. She confronted Jiueru on the streets and asked this very personal question, and Jiueru answered honestly. She was not a virgin.

At once, her Obaasan reaction was different from what she expected. Her eyes went wide, her face went pale, and she grew terribly ill. Jiueru did not confide in anyone about this, but knew, months later, when Obaasan died, that she was the cause of it. Jiueru went to the funeral wearing a white, sakura designed kimono and spoke a prayer to her, but she spent time alone after that. Something awakened within her on that day, a force that could never be explained. Jiueru returned home late that night, only to find Rikuki slumbering by the door, obviously waiting for her to come home. He was good to her, but she knew that she wanted to wander the world, enjoy adventures and see just who she really was. However, Jiueru could not do so when she was married. There was only one thing to do to win her freedom from him, but this thought didnt come until it was too late.

It happened almost too late. Jiueru and Rikuki spent one evening like no other. He made dinner this time, telling Jiueru constantly how much he loved her, and he constantly kissed her and embraced her. His words seemed distant to her, though. Jiueru appeared distant from him, from her home, wandering somewhere else. She kept quiet from him, and when she walked away, towards the window to look out it, thinking of how she could change her life, a dark, sinister voice spoke in her mind from nowhere.

"…Win your freedom and destroy him. Experience it for the first time, experience death…."

It was then when Rikuki approached her and the thought didnt even cross her mind when she spun around and struck him with her hand. However, a moment flashed in her eyes of seeing his perfect, smiling face when she suddenly felt a pull on her body. Jiueru's whole arm felt soaked, and drops fell on her face. However, when she blinked, she starred wide eyes and pale, towards what was her husband. Her hand, her whole arm, went directly through his chest, and his blood soaked her arm and body.
Jiueru never saw a sight like this, she never saw him like this. His perfect, handsome face twisted in agony and pain, his perfect brown eyes wide, his wild brown hair wet with sweat, his lightface pale and his mouth gaped in shock. Tears welled up inside her eyes, and she pulled her hand directly out of him, but he fell to the floor. Jiueru fell with him, holding him in her arms as she sobbed.

"NO! NO! RIKUKI! I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE! PLEASE, DONT LEAVE ME!"

The only sound that came from him was the soft, gurgling sound of his blood on his lips. He soon became nothing more than a cold, lifeless body, his wide eyes staring up in fear and horror. Jiueru held him in her arms, cradling his body as she sobbed, and spoke repeatedly that she loved him. After an hour worth of sobbing and holding him, she finally calmed down, and placed one last kiss on his blood-covered lips.

Jiueru was only eighteen when Jiueru first committed murder, and she spent a whole year mourning the death of her true love….