Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa

Hana regarda les spuds, puis Asoka, mordant sa lèvre toujours si légèrement qu'elle regarda Itsuki aller avec son violent ramble. "Et il était un beau-frère si doux... Hana-chan est triste." Elle murmurait d'un ton boueux, alors qu'elle réévaluait ses options. Ses yeux reposaient sur Asoka, comme elle étonnamment, a sorti un téléphone portable et a appelé ce que Hana a supposé être son chauffeur. Hana s'inclina la tête avec un quiz, à l'échec et à la mention du troisième pupille, avant de se replier les bras.
"Maintenant, maintenant. Pas besoin de paniquer, Hana-chan le sait très bien! » Elle s'est ensuite mise à défier les enfants. « Tant que vous ferez ce que dit Hana-chan, il n'y aura pas de problèmes. Beaucoup de cadavres à cause des Yakuza, Mafiya et Triades là-bas." Ses yeux reposaient sur l'un des garçons, qui avait pris un risque proactif. "Wow, tu veux être le frère aîné fiable, n'est-ce pas? Comme c'est mignon! Mais, ne soyez pas pressés, nous devons d'abord trier quelque chose avant de partir. Après tout, nous devons nous assurer que vous êtes bien et en sécurité! »
Sa main a tiré dans un geste étrange, serré fermement la tête d'Asoka avec la vitesse de la foudre. Et puis le médecin a fait l'impensable. Elle a étouffé la tête d'Asoka comme si elle était encore enfant. "C'est gentil de ta part, A-chan! Tu es toujours cette gentille fille que j'ai connue! » Le médecin gigogne, avant de mettre un visage un peu plus sérieux, ou peut-être légèrement pulvérisé.
"Huit personnes pour un VUS. Tu peux monter à bord du fusil, A-chan, avec ton chauffeur génial. Et ces enfants sont toujours... Disons juste qu'on peut peut-être enfiler les cinq sur les trois sièges arrière. Tant que les jumeaux ne se dérangent pas de s'asseoir sur les genoux de quelqu'un." Elle l'a égratignée. "Et puisque c'est la faute de Hana-chan, je serai dans le...trunk."
Tippoeing, elle a suivi Asoka dehors, l'intention de commencer le spectacle. En tirant un téléphone, elle a tapé les coordonnées de l'endroit à l'intérieur du pupitre. "Allons-y. Doucement et doucement. Je vous invite à une tasse de mon café colombien de luxe, maquillé manuellement! » Elle se tapait les mains en souriant, exhortant les gens à jouer leur rôle.
Name:Hana Kurosawa, M.D.
Age: 24
Gender:Female
Height & Weight:166cm & Mind your own business.
Sexuality:Bisexual, with a dash of Zoophilic (if you consider humans as zoophilia, anyway)
CCG Rating: B~ (The CCG can't figure her out for their own good. Way too careful and erratic, with zero confirmed kills. Could potentially skyrocket to S, or SS even).
CCG Title: Honeybee
Kagune: Her Ukaku Kagune actually resembles a pair of crystaline, insectoid wings, with jagged edges. Like most Ukaku, she can use these wings to shoot a shower of detached crystallized shards on targets. Compared to other types ghoul claws, it's very prone to break and chip away with use, and while she can wield it in close combat to cut targets with its razor sharp edges, it can't parry many blows in a quick succession.
However, Hana can actually partially manifest her kagune, in order to produce crystallized shards which can be wielded as easy to manufacture, easy to throw away scalpels. These kagune daggers can be easily concealed and produced and are versatile tools in addition to weapons that can cut ghoul flesh easily.
RC Type: Ukaku
Special Quirk: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. Hana didn't just conquer the barrier of literacy among ghouls, she steamrolled through it once she had gained a solid base thanks to her mentor. She mostly uses this ability to further her scientific pursuit, by devouring books and data like some ghouls devour tender infants, with special focus on medicine, for the forensic perks of easy access to corpses people won't miss, and in order to help other ghouls to heal. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades.
It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune.
Personality: Hana is a firm believer of predatorial mimicry, and as such, she displays a sweet and coy attitude, always eager to please everyone around her. She also downplays her own skill and intelligence, and even calls herself in third person in a belitting manner. A coward in most direct confrontations, Hana would rather flee than fight, and humilliate herself rather than escalate the violence.
However, when the honey doesn't cut it, and people actually threaten or hinder her advances above an acceptable threshold, Hana proves to be quite the cunning bitch, taking a leaf out of the Art of War. She will respond to threats throughoutly and often in deceptive, ruthless ways. From kidnapping, to poisoning, and even goading the CCG to capture rival ghouls.
Hana believes in some sort of ecosystem balance between humans and ghouls, and as such she won't attack underdeveloped prey like children, and will sometimes tag and personally dispose of the rotten apples of the human basket. She also is a self-confessed lover of human literature and science, and she also indulges in quick, sporadic relationships with humans.
Backstory:
Most tragic stories about Ghoul orphans either involve faction wars or the CCG. In the case of Hana, it was just a freak car accident. There was no tension, no drama, no against. One day she was a lovely spry ghoul child, and the next day she had exited a car who was set aflame after dropping down a cliff, panicked, cold and relentlessly calling for help.
But no one came. Hana resigned herself to the fate. She learned quickly. there was no returning from that much damage and fire. They were dead. Life in itself was a fragile thing. That much, the child understood. Tumbling and wandering, she ended up congregating with a bunch of other kids. All orphans, and ghouls aswell. Safety in numbers. Upon being found by the old man, and after some time of hesitation, as she was at first untrusting of someone who would pick a bunch of lil' human chompers out of mere kindness, she was among the first to fall in line. She understood, that just like a parent cared for children, some ghouls cared for other ghouls at an species level, and she answered the old man's altruism with a healthy dose of her own, using her intellect to learn quickly and become a dependable older sister to others, in order to make the whole effort be more efficient.
However, to all things came an end, and when the old man suddenly disappeared, the group fell apart like a house of cards. Even though she advocated for sticking together, she eventually conceded in parting ways with the others. She quickly formulated a new route, a new life plan. She would use her memory and top notch academic skill to pursue a medical education (as the car accident still painfully reminded that even if ghouls were more durable than humans, their lives could also be extinguished easily).
But first, she needed a new sponsor... and while she was growing up quite nicely, she didn't think seducing a rich old man would be a viable possibility, because of the sheer low odds. However, an equally low odd happened before her eyes. A washed up backalley doctor, being assaulted by Yakuza.
Food, and sponsor in one neat package. Althought the medic had to be calmed at first, seeing as the teenager girl had just eaten a couple of yakuza in front of his eyes, he seemed to cave in to reason. He would teach her, a ghoul, medicine and higher education, in exchange for a little protection from both the mafia and fellow ghouls.
It worked for a time. Her double life did not take an excessive toll, she was getting good at this. She could even pretend to take a stroll into the 1st ward for bibliography without being caught. At worst, a wild goose chase where Investigators were always one step too behind, and laying down for a while.
But the doctor eventually died. Because sometimes, heart attacks kill people, not just ghouls. And Hana felt for the first time lonely and homesick. She then wondered what had happened with her colleagues...
Other: She currently has a backalley clinic in the 3rd Ward in which she treats humans and ghouls alike. Those humans who aren't going to make it end up as food. She has acquaintances in the 1st ward, and sometimes takes a stroll right under the nose of the CCG there. She keeps a cadre of "bed friends" both human and ghoul.