Name: Kara Tenshi

Race: Shingami

Affiliation: 4th Division

Appearance

Standing at just over 5 feet, Kara possesses a strong, athletic build. She has short dark hair, wide amber eyes, a pinched nose, and expressive lips.

Kara dons the typical Shinigami [i]Shikahusho[/i], though without sleeves. She wears her sword horizontally behind her on her waist.

Personality

Kara is deeply empathetic and fiercely moral, with a sweeping intellect and genius intelligence. Her upbringing in an austere, cloistered monastery has left her with a typically calm, composed demeanor, broken only by profound emotion. Kara doesn't have much of a sense of humor, but appreciates it in others. Kara Masters pursues her goals with intense determination.

In combat, Kara is uncommonly calm and focused, employing steady, surgical strategy over brute force.

Biography

Born Yara Warlok, Kara Tenshi is the daughter of the interdimensional criminal Majutsuchi Yoru No Kama and the former Scion member Mortimis, a veteral sorceress of great reknown. Following the death of her parents, Yara and her brother Korran were taken in by Scion, and given into the care of the Order of Vigilants, who raised them in a realm out of time.

For reasons yet unknown, Yara escaped the Vigilants and went into hiding, resurfacing in Soul Society. She changed her name to Kara Tenshi and sought refuge in the 13 Protection Squads of Seireitei. Kara keeps mostly to herself, but attends to her duties with utmost focus and propriety.

Sample Story

Kara dug her fingers harder into the crack. The small muscles in her forearm trembled, but her eyes remained still, focused.

It turned out rock-climbing one-handed was much harder than she'd imagined. Testing her resolve, she looked down. Tree-tops swayed hundreds of feet below. This far from Rukongai, the air was free of human sounds. Nature ruled, bird calls punctuating the sweeping sighs of the warm afternoon breeze. In the distance she heard an animal snarl. Somewhere, a twig snapped.

Returning her eyes upward, Kara braced herself, then heaved up to the next crack.

Minutes later she'd crested the hill. Kara sat on the hills edge, legs dangling over, palms planted behind her, face turned up to the sky. Eyes closed, she reveled in the silence and the warm breeze. Her thoughts drifted.

For a moment, Kara felt an uncomfortable longing for the austere halls of the Monastery. But then she thought of the look on monks' eyes as she'd fled. Karas guts knotted up, and she dropped out of her reverie. The real world returned, and her brow furrowed.

She'd made it to Soul Society. Opening a Senkaimon hadn't been easy, but the orb had worked. And now she was close to joining the Gotei. Once in, it wouldn't be long before she got her hands on the resources she needed to find him.

Suddenly Kara felt the acute sensation of eyes on her. Her head whipped about. Behind her dense woodland stared blankly back. She stared hard at the murk between tree trunks, but the press of surveillance was already lifting, and soon the sensation was gone. Had she imagined it? Had she been followed through the portal? No. While the portal's energy might have been detected, one she was through it, locating Kara would be impossible. Her special soul-type cloaked her from most forms of spiritual perception.

Shaking free of foreboding thoughts, Kara rose to her feet and began the long trek back to Rukongai. That chapter of her life was over.

A new one was about to begin.