Miko Techita

She's your neighborhood trauma induced 21 year old.

Appearance: She's a 21 year old female. She's 176 centimeters tall and has shoulder length, red hair with black tips. Her eyes are a subtle green and she has a scar on the left side of her chin. She's wearing a plain black, crop top and baggy black jeans with chains attached to the belt. Her shoes are just classic black, high top Converse. She has a pink, rose tattoo on her left bicep. A black choker is around her neck along with a connecting black, cross necklace. Her tongue is pierced. Personality: She's usually a pretty chill, kind person, but when shit comes up, things can get nasty. She has a short temper and not a lot of patience. She will beat your ass if you mess with her, and she's not afraid of a little bloodshed. When she's not a feisty killer, she can be witty, caring, and empathetic. She often puts others above herself when it comes to protecting someone, and that can be problematic at times. Suffering from severe depression and social anxiety, she's quite the introvert. If she doesn't need to talk to someone, she will often keep to herself and mind her own business. She doesn't mind a little fun competition sometimes, but she can get very competitive in any challenge. She's not a judging person and can make friends with pretty much anyone if you’re not fake. Childhood: "The only reason I'm alive is because the ritual my parents were performing failed because of interruption. When I was just six years old, that's when I was being prepared to be sacrificed for one of my parents' unholy rituals. I was sitting in the middle of a circle of candles when the ruins around me on the floor began to glow and my parents started chanting something, I think it was Latin? I can't remember. I have no siblings or pets, all dead for the satanic rituals my parents performed. Sometime in the middle of my parents chanting, a tall, actually pretty ugly, demon appeared in front of me and basically began to possess me and take over my body, but something went wrong. At some point, one of my neighbors found out about my parents' rituals and reported them to the police. Somehow, the police managed to barge into our house in the middle of the ritual. The circle was broken, causing the demon to be killed, but... not completely. This scar on my jaw is the demon's last attempt to get me and the wound I got was infused with a curse. A curse I don't really show to anyone… Ever since my parents went to jail, they tried to put me into a foster home. I ran away the first night though, that place was like another jail, friends leaving, showing whose favorite and least favorite. Total ego breaker. I lived on the streets for a couple years, saw some shit no child should see. Around 10 years old, I found this old, abandoned house and stayed. It provides shelter and that was all I needed. A couple other homeless people would wander in here and there, I would just get 'em out and continue with my own business. I stole from grocery stores, thrift shops, anywhere I could sneak in. Not the prettiest life, but enough to keep living.” Transformation: Her black, painted nails slowly start to grow into sharp claws. Her canine teeth sharpen into fangs and her tongue splits into a fork. Her skin churns into a tinted shade of red and two small, black horns protrude from her head. Her eyes twist into an endless black and her ears straighten into points. A long, skinny, black, devil-like tail extends from behind her and she grow large, black, bat wings with a span of twenty feet. Curse Effects: “I kind of lose control when my curse takes over. Have you ever seen Jujitsu Kaisen? I'm kind of like Yuji Itadori, where there is a demon conscious that lives inside me and I can let it control me, making my consciousness basically go into the back of my mind and I can only watch what the demon is making my body do. I have less control than Yuji though. I turn violent and the only way to get the demon to recede is... well... bloodshed. I'd probably say the main trigger is anger, so that's why I often hide my emotions. 'If I don't feel it, I can't be it.' That's what keeps me from letting go and just going on a rampage.”