About
Centuries ago a sorceress bore a child of the Yokai, a beautiful and strange child with a trickster's soul. As this child grew, many strange creatures were drawn to her, from the oceans to the mountains, things came to claim her. But the sorceress proved too powerful for them all, she protected the girl. Until one day, a dragon rose from the lake, and demanded the child as sacrifice in order to allow her village to persist. The sorceress knew even her magic was no use against the creature, and so she did the only thing she could do. The child had grown up into a strong and beautiful young woman, and no longer needed protection. So, her mother gave her life in exchange for her daughter. It took the village to hold the girl back as they watched in horror while the dragon opened it's jaws and snatched the sorceress up in one bite. The child screamed, a horrible, terrible screech of pure agony, an unholy, unnatural sound. The dragon, satisfied, returned from whence it came and the village never saw it again.
The child made a vow on her honor, she would avenge her mother and destroy the dragon. She packed what few belongings she owned and set out dressed as a man, carrying her mother's katana, and learned the ways of the Hunt. Soon, she became a fierce warrior, a protector of the innocent. Drawing on the power of her heritage, and the rage of her mother's death, the child sought out the creatures of evil and slaughtered them without mercy or hesitation. She traveled far, forever searching for clues of her real quarry. It was many many years before she found him again. The two battled, sword against flame and scale, might against magic, and in the end the child failed to slay him, for she had not grown strong enough. The dragon considered his foe as she lay weak, prone, and waiting to die, and decided that death was too easy for her, the mortal that dared to challenge him. So he cursed her instead. He changed and warped her form, twisted her limbs, shaped her into the form of her father. A large, bushy white cat.
Her story became legend, a story told for generations by the people she had saved, until she, like so many other legends, faded from memory. It took a very long time for Nishi to come to terms with her new reality, but her hunt did not cease. She has continued her work, guiding new warriors on the path she forged as a mortal. In time, she came to America, following the monsters where ever they went. Currently, she stalks the city of Chicago.
Info
Given Name: Nishi Yen
Aliases: Currently "Momo"
Age: Roughly 300 years
Birth Date: Winter of 1698
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 80 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Honey Brown
Race: Scion (father was a Nekomata, a type of Yokai)
Origin: Japanese
Family: Tani Yen (Mother, White Council Warden)
Cat Form: Nishi's cat form takes the shape of a rather large animal that belongs in a zoo rather than in the wild. Weighing in at about 40 lbs of pure muscle and with claws that can slash through anything, Nishi can do some serious damage even in her shifted state.
Curse: Nishi is cursed to stay as a cat for, presumably, eternity. She is an immortal in the sense that should she die, she will revive within a few hours, depending on the severity of her wounds, something she finds quite tedious. It is only due to her nekomata blood that she is able to retain her own mind.
