Name: If you have to know, it's Hikari Ketsueki. Roughly translated from Japanese, "Blood of Light". Now go home.
Nickname: Snow Blood (Snow because of her Albinoism, and Blood because of her nature)
Gender: Female, if your eyes are broken.
Phrase: "Why don't you go home and cry to mommy?"
Appearance: I'm a goddamn albino, if you can't tell. It's not like the red eyes and snow white hair give it away, right? There's enough hair for you to tell, too, since it's down to my waist most of the time. I like keeping one eye covered by hair. It means it's less for me to take care of, and less I have to look at your faces through. I'm only 4'08 and 84 lbs. Yes, I'm light and short, even for my age. But that allows me to fit into places other people can only dream of getting into, and I'm easily liftable, too. Of course, because of my age, I'm flat, and sometimes pick on other girls for having big chests. My clothing varies, but it's usually in black, white or red. I do have other colours, they're just too annoying to wear.
Personality: I'm cynical, rude and impassionate. Sure, I've slept around, but that was for money, since I'm so scrapped for it, and I really haven't felt an attachment to those people. If you piss me off, which isn't that easy to do, though it seems like I'm pissed all the time, you're going to be in for it. I don't care about any goddamn rules or regulations. You're gone. Off. You understand me? Then again, I'm not sure how that'd work if we're already dead. Jesus... *Takes a breath* Anyway, when I'm alone, that all changes. I'm quite broken when I'm alone, letting thoughts of suicide fill my head. I guess some one finally took notice, as now I'm truly dead... You could say my rudeness is fueled by the anger towards my father, who sold me off to another Japanese family to try and get themselves out of debt. And you know what the friggin' funny part is? It didn't make a dent. I wasn't even sold for 1/100th of the debt he was in. So yeah, I think I'm allowed to want to bash his face in, don't you think?
If you want to know, I had a normal childhood... well, sorta. I was brought up strictly in a rich house, not really loved. I was to be the heir of the family fortune and business, and was supposed to act like a little lady. But then, they had a son, and being the goddamn traditionalist they were, they shunned me and named the son as the heir. Years of training, wasted. But I didn't give up my studies. I continued, trying to show my father that I was capable of being the heir. However, no matter how hard I tried, he didn't seem to take notice.
That's when the business started to sink. I mean, like billions of yen in debt, literally. Still, I tried my best, but one day, I overheard a conversation. My father was talking to another man, telling him he'd sell me like I was some kind of object or something! I was in shock, but still, I would go along with it. After all, he was my father, and I needed to make him happy. But then the next days happened. He wouldn't speak to me. He'd speak as if he were talking to someone else, making his demands still known. It was as if I were a lesser being to him. That's when I started to despise him, to hate him.
The man that took me was nice enough, but I couldn't get my father out of my head. I wanted to kill the bastard so badly, so I could forget his betrayal. I looked back, and then realized I was foolish. He never wanted me in the first place. I tried so hard, but he never wanted me to be the heir. That realization changed me completely. I ran away from the man, unable to take his hospitality. I felt more at home on the streets, I found, among the other people whose lives had been shattered. I took refuge there, learned the back streets of Tokyo well. I fought underground, even sold myself off. I wanted to feel some sort of love, even if it was lustful love. I wanted to know what it was like to be loved, even fakely. I was desprate, still am. However, no matter how much I fought, no matter how much my pain was erased by physical pain, no matter how much I sold myself, I couldn't be satisfied. I knew I couldn't until the original son-of-a-bitch that sold me was dead.
But... while on the streets, I fell in steps with a gang. For a while, I'd be involved in their turf wars, or fight battles within that really didn't mean anything but the fight. I was liked there, wanted, if not needed. I felt a kind of love there, one I couldn't find at home. To supplement that, I did... other things, too. One was continuing my fights on the street when there was nothing going on in the gang. The other... is something I'm not exactly proud of... even if I still do it from time to time if I need money.
For a while, that was my life, day in and day out. Until this man... basically kidnapped me from my life and told me that there was so much more that I could do, that I could become. He saw it within me that I used to be a nice girl, and I could become that girl again. Of course, I told him he was full of shit, but he made me promise that I'd at least try. I took it, only to show him that there's some things you couldn't fix. I wanted to destroy his little goody-two-shoes view of the world. The girl I used to be was long gone.
Still, I returned to my newest home, where they greeted me back with full arms, not really concerned about my leaving. They were worried, sure, but they didn't punish me. Maybe they thought I needed some time to collect my thoughts after what happened to me. I don't know -- I never asked. But now, here I am, a purple band at this school, ready to teach the kid that tried to bring me back that not everything fit into his vision of the world.