Name: Deluna
 Nickname: Bleeding Cresent
 Gender: Female
 Age: 25
 Sexuality: Bi
Sekirei Number: #17
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Sekirei Norito: By the Blood of my Contract, My Ashikabi's Desire will Eclipse all
Sekirei Type: Wind Scythe, Her technique, the "Tempest Scythe" Is an ability that is tied into her movements, as she rotates both herself and her scythe the air around her begins to follow suit. The winds themselves become her weapon pulling her enemies within her reach, at her climax the air can whip the flesh stinging it or exacerbating wounds to earn her nickname the Bleeding Crescent.
 Personality: A woman who is displeased with the disgusting world and all but a few who inhabit it. Weakness displeases her, those that can not do what is needed may as well be acting against you. She tries to keep composure but her depression leads her to show her softer side far to often, her own weakness upsets her often. Constantly second guessing herself and full of regret, she searches for escape. 
 History: Her world has never been one with the deception of living a happy life. Her weapon in hand was the first memory she truly maintained, and her closest friend beneath her, she wonders why and how. Nightmares plagued her, blurring the line between reality and the dreams, but for her the waking moments where far greater the nightmare. Bleeding people dry and watching, it shatters you. Till your soul is bled out, Even in a controlled environment where they would be nursed back to health, you still question humanity. Your purpose is murder? No no no you are not a weapon? But wait you are a key? No a tool? What am I? 
Friends seemed to be such an abstract thought once you practice techniques that are so disgusting. Her adolescence only made this more difficult when she was thrown into a larger group. But this life was just absurd wasn't it? Or was it a blessing? To know your purpose, to have an objective pre-established for you. A rather disturbing event happened, she found an answer. Nothing matters anyway. Time is brief, Spend it the best you can. Enjoy every second! Find that moment, squeeze it dry of ever last drop. Bleed it out, bleed it all out.
She entered the world looking for a Ashikabi who could really pull her out of her reality. What she found was a man who had a similar view, but not because he had some horrible childhood, no. She found a man who came to similar ideals from an understanding of what he called the "human condition". Pointing out to her that she is just as much human, if not more so than the maggots who squirm about just trying to get by. His words had an odd charm, his eyes where not hollow, this man held for her the escape she desired. For he too had a dark way of bleeding others dry.
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(I am off to my night class, but I wanted this up for consideration. My grammar is poor, but this is the gist of the pairing. I am planning on a second but I wanted to see what you thought of this one first.)