Name: Eika Munashii
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Physical Description:
Short, she stands at 5'6''. Pale, only the soft underlights of purple in her hair and the bright violets of her eyes stand out to make her seem like a wisp, a spectre of sorts when merely glancing upon. Lithe, she is graceful as a cat -- movements that leave pleasing feelings within the heart, as she does not make meaningless motions. However, it is not power and confidence that fills her stance -- no, instead it is fear and paranoia. The only saving grace that gives her a smile no matter the circumstances is the small violet that she keeps in her hair -- of course, a mere hairpiece rather than the real thing, but there nonetheless.
Pact: Aether, a spirit of "the inner concept", otherwise known as the capabilities within the human mind and body. It is neither good, nor evil. Instead, it remains neutral -- sometimes referring to itself as a male, sometimes female, but for the sake of Eika, it usually shapes and resorts to a "masculine" persona. For the sake of things, "his" Pact created with her was one made out of a form of understanding in the last moments possible, to which Eika gave up her ability to tell the truth in return for "True Sight". With this True Sight, Eika is able to see beyond not only the physical, but the mental. She can see past illusions of any sort, and her vision cannot be hindered by darkness, magic, things of optical-inhibiting nature. This specifically is shown by the way her eyes glow whilst in the Nightmares. As a result, she can see things that could help out, things that could save them...but she cannot tell the truth anymore in the Nightmares, at best, she can only try to form her words to make her lies understood.
Personality: She is meek, somewhat timid, at best, but she tries her damnedest to be there for whose who need her. Without parents, she's learned to take care of herself instead of hassling others, but isn't quite accustomed to being offered help when
she is in need. She's not the person in a crowd that can be noticed without looking for her, but she is the type that would lift up a child to let them see something if they could not. It is because of this kind, yet fragile demeanor, that she's usually compared to a mouse. Easily unnoticed, yet shocking when she finally is seen and spoken to.
And she screamed and she begged and he smiled and said, "The Truth for the Truth. Your words, my sight."