Kanae Miyamoto

Name: Miyamoto Kanae/宮本 鼎 (Born: Ōtani Kiyomi/大谷 清美)
Age: 18
Gender: Genderfluid (He/She/They pronouns)
Ethnicity: Asian (Japanese)
Height: 5'2 (159 cm)
Weight: 132 lbs (60 kg)
Birthday: June 13
Bloodtype: A+
Family:
Grandfather - Ōtani Shōhei /大谷 翔平 (Deceased) [61]
Grandmother - Ōtani Fumina/大谷 史那 (Deceased) [82]
Father - Franklin Hizamaru (Never Married) [79]
Mother - Ōtani Ai /大谷 藍 (Deceased) [27]
Caretaker - Kobayashi Junko /小林 盾子 [40]
Likes: "Painting", People in emotional distress, Strong emotions, Fragranced baby oil with clover leaf extracted mixed in (Uses it to clean 画筆; acts as a good substitute for choji oil and makes the blade smell good),Soba Noodles, Karaoke, T-Shirts with funny English text on them, Saw, The Human Centipede (First Sequence), Battle Royal, Bon Jovi, Stuffed animals ("So cute."), Watching people without their knowledge
Dislikes: Their height, The size of their breasts, People with uninteresting colours, Root Beer ("It's medicinal taste isn't very appetizing"), Sand, Comic Books/Manga, Any form of radish
Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual
Kinks: Doesn't really feel any sexual stimulation but would probably do hardcore BDSM in order to see what type of colours they can stir out of someone.

Bio: Eighteen years ago, on the thirteenth of June, a monster was born in a hospital in the Nagano Prefecture of Japan. A baby that would later be known as the assassin and infamous criminal killing serial killer Miyamto Kanae was brought into this world by the union between college graduate Ōtani Ai and Japanese-American lawyer Franklin Hizamaru. Miyamoto was abandoned by their father before they were even born, never knowing the man. Their only family would be their mother and grandfather, their grandmother having died years before their birth. Miyamoto has been a rather puzzling child since their very first moments, when the doctors bore witness to their strange-looking eyes. A series of tests were conducted, but as far as the doctors could tell, Miyamoto's eyes seemed to be a genetic defect that only affected the eyes via achromatopsia, but outside of that, there was nothing much to their bizarrely coloured and shaped eyes. Or so they thought; in reality, while almost everything lacks colours from Miyamoto's perspective, they are still able to see colour; they are able to see the very soul itself, the emotion that soul bears, taking form as a canvas of ever-changing colours. A sight that Miyamoto always found beautiful. But even beyond their strange eyes, Miyamoto was still odd. Never once did they ever care about their father, never resenting him for being a deadbeat, nor did they ever wonder what he was doing or if he'd ever come back. Miyamoto was fine with their life as it was despite their family being poor. Their mother was both in debt from college and from her father's medical bills, who had recently developed leukemia and had to quit working. At school, Miyamoto had no friends, either being picked on or avoided due to others finding them creepy, but Miyamoto did not mind this, finding enjoyment from witnessing their classmates joy, disgust, fear, and vanity. When they would receive odd looks whenever they talked about the colours, Miyamoto did not mind that they were baffled over what they were referring to, for they found the colour of their confusion amusing. When their grandfather passed away when they were five years old, Miyamoto remained unfazed despite all the fun moments the two had shared. But what did affect Miyamoto was seeing their mother; the sadness, the pure and utter grief that had overtaken their mother upon their grandfather's passing, was beyond intense. It was.... It was the most beautiful thing Miyamoto had ever witnessed.

At their grandfather's funeral, when surrounded by those grieving for their loss, Miyamoto could only find themselves smiling at the beautiful colour they witnessed, the smile never smiling even when given scorn by those around them. This intensity of emotion had been the most beautiful thing they had seen, or it was until one year later a tragedy would occur. One day, while Miyamoto and their mother would be out in the city at night, the two would encounter a masked man who had targeted them when they were alone. The man would mug their mother in front of them, trying to take what little money she had on her. Miyamoto could only sit back and marvel at the sight of both her mother's desperation as she fought back and the vileness of the mugger's soul. It was a wonderful sight for Miyamoto—that was until their mother ended up getting stabbed in the confrontation. The mugger would quickly flee the scene, taking Ai's belongings and leaving a six-year-old Miyamoto to kneel beside their bleeding mother. It would be at this moment that Miyamoto's life would change forever. Police would eventually arrive at the scene after a bystander reported to them about a little girl sitting in an alleyway by their mother's corpse. Miyamoto would be picked up and later questioned about the incident, with the officers attempting to get a description of the perpetrator out of the kid, but the only thing Miyamoto would be able to describe would be the mugger's colours for they were the only thing Miyamoto could see in a person. From Miyamoto's perspective, everything appeared normally, even if it lacked colour to them, except for living things, which took the form of an outline of their body that was filled with a mixture of colours that represented their emotions. Miyamoto could not face people's faces, the clothes they were wearing, the colour of their skin, the way they styled their hair, etc. It would was an impossibility for Miyamoto to make out any details about a person. Thus, not interested in listening to Miyamoto's incoherent ramblings about colours the police would cease their questions. Having no other family to go to, Miyamoto would be sent to an orphanage, and while the caretaker and kids there would try to become Miyamoto's new family, Miyamoto never cared for them; colours did not interest them. Miyamoto had been on pursuit for a different colour, the colour of their mother's killer,and eventually they would find him one year later. It was a chance encounter, but Miyamoto recognized his colours through the crowd of people and would pursue him. Miyamoto would follow him all the way to his apartment and kill him in his very own house. Why? For ****? To get closure for their mother's ****? To make sure he never harms anyone ever again? Nay! Nay! Nay! The reason why they killed the mugger was because witnessing their mother die right before their very eyes had been the most beautiful thing that they had ever witnessed in their life; a mixture of despair, regret, anger, disappointment, and above all else, fear. Fear for both her survival and her child's wellbeing; it was beyond magnificent, a true art piece that lasted only a mere few seconds. It was an addicting sight, and Miyamoto just needed to see more. Thus, Miyamoto would commit the act of **** themselves, accidentally avenging their mother in the process. Cops would eventually arrive at the scene after being called by reports of disturbing noises coming from the room above/next door. Barging into the room, they'd find a bloodstained Miyamoto and detain them for interrogation.

Once again, police officers would be baffled by Miyamoto's explanations of colours for their reasoning behind their crimes, but there was nothing much they could do. They couldn't be sent to jail due to being a minor nor a juvenile correctional center. Still, what puzzled them the most was how they were able to find the perpetrator. The man had been a serial mugger that the police had been trying to deal with for the better half of a decade, yet this one child succeeded in what they couldn't, and they hadn't even been fueled by **** based on their explanation. Nothing about the kid made sense, but one thing was clear, they needed psychiatric help of sorts and were a clear danger to others. But once again, they were too young for the authorities to do anything ****; the best they could do was send them to a new home where they'd be under strict supervision and have a therapist visit them regularly. Of course, Miyamoto had no intention of letting this happen. Making the entire police **** in Ueda look like a joke, Miyamoto escaped custody and ran off. Their travels would eventually bring them to the Gifu Prefecture, where they'd seek out training, learning how to wield an ōdachi despite their small size. Additionally, they would change their name as a way of hiding from the authorities, beginning a new chapter in their life, and due to a desire to have a gender neutral name due to a form of gender dysphoria setting in. They picked the name Miyamoto Kanae, naming themselves after the swordsman Miyamoto Musashi and the artist Yamamoto Kanae. After completing their training in just a year, Miyamoto would head off to paint the criminal underworld in the colours that they loved. Why criminals? Simple, as no one will miss them when they die, or at least that was their logic. Miyamoto would later be recruited by the Tranquility of the Extinct, joining so that they could have a faster way of finding more criminals.

Personality: Miyamoto doesn't seem to care for much outside of the colours. They lack an ability to get emotionally attached to things beyond liking the colours that their emotions make. They lack an ability to feel remorse for their actions; they'd be willing to kill almost anyone but target criminals due to believing that they are fair game in the eyes of the law. They enjoy torturing their victims in order to draw out as many colours as possible before killing them. Their very presence alone is enough to trigger someone's fight or flight response if they're unaccustomed to being around them. They're a decent student with no preferred subjects. They have a special love for things they find cute, such as stuffed animals, T-shirts with funny text, personal objects that have names, and karaoke (Just, keep them away from the mic). One thing to note is that they aren't a big fan of their body, finding quite a bit discomfort in it.

Personality (when clothed): They like the colour that embarrassment brings to others; they love to just sit back and view it. The naked body itself doesn't interest Miyamoto since they can't actually make out any of the details that one would be interested in seeing.

Personality (when naked): Miyamoto can view their own body and they don't like it. They're not a fan of how short they are nor are they a fan of how big their breasts are, despite having rather small breasts. They'd vastly prefer not to be seen naked though if its unavoidable then its unavoidable.

Physical Characteristics: Standing at a hundred fifty-nine centimeters tall and weighing in at sixty kilograms, Miyamoto is a short powerhouse. A killer since the age of seven, Miyamoto's body has been finetuned for combat, with the most muscular parts of their body being their shoulders, forearms, abdomen, and calves. They have black hair that reaches up to their shoulders and has a heavy amount of evenly cut bangs in the front. The most striking detail about them is their eyes, which are a bright red, almost to the point of glowing. Miyamoto's eyes have unusually shaped irises, the iris in each eye having no real shape and being similar to that of a splotch of paint, but what's weirdest of all is the way they change shape and swirl, like the fluid in a lava lamp. Most of Miyamoto's wardrobe is black; their leather jacket, the T-shirt they wear underneath it, their sailor pants, fingerless gloves, gothic platform boots (Which add six centimeters to their height), and square sunglasses are all black in their colour scheme. The only things that added colour to their outfit would be the text on their shirt, the emerald-coloured magatama on their necklace, and the ribbons that they wrap around their right shoulder and knee. The ribbons come in three colours, pink, blue, and purple. Miyamoto uses them as a way of indicating to others what gender they are at the moment. In order to tell which one is which, Miyamoto has text on the back of the ribbons. Miyamoto has a rather large old scar on their abdomen, which they received from being stabbed in the pancreas once. When in combat, Miyamoto carried around a hundred twenty-nine centimeter-long ōdachi that they call 画筆 (Paintbrush), which gets its name from both Miyamoto's reason for killing and also the multicoloured tsuka-ito braided around the handle. The sheath used to house the blade is also multi-coloured and has a series of cartoon eyeball stickers covering it. Since Miyamoto cannot openly carry it in public spaces, 画筆 is stored inside a black guitar case. Miyamoto has small breasts, a plump butt, and pubes shaped in a line.

The text of Miyamoto's t-shirts are in English, some of the text includes: Fuck Bitch Kill Men, Saturdays are for Fridays, Poop Shitter, Dogg Fucker, Derperssion Executer, Bad Beach, and 17,322,465,009,483,915,874 dead and still no bitchez

Relationship with Sam: Miyamoto is the third member of the Tranquility of the Extinct that Sam wants nothing to do with. Even without knowledge of their killings, Miyamoto creeps out everyone around them just be being in the same room as them.

Additional Relationships: Miyamoto doesn't exactly have friends, the relationships they create can only go as far as acquaintanceship due to their inability to create any bonds except parental ones. Miyamoto is only interested in two things in another living creature, their colours and their strength/skill

Introduction Chapter: Kallaicone and Miyamoto