#kami.headcanon

AU based off BloomFes Kanade. An unusual Shinigami. She's paler than the usual Kanade (somehow), the blue of her eyes is more the shade of Ice Blue, and her ears, while not any longer, are just slightly more pointed. In her actual form, she's always seen as this.

Kanade has the ability to roam among the living in disguise. What notably changes is her ears look more passably normal and the figures that normally hover by her head become a hairclip instead. She still has access to anything she's normally able to do, even when disguised, but she discourages herself from using her powers on the living plane unless she absolutely must, or unless she's come to collect someone.

Her abilities are most easily explain as a type of "magic," though in reality it's simply not magic. It's otherworldly and specific to her, and is the extension of her ability to bend the space around her as she sees fit. She has strict personal rules on its usage, and it normally adheres strictly to her duty, and only her duty.

She detests getting violent, but if she must, she normally restraints, traps, or will strike using what's perceived as bone (bone cages, jagged strikes, what have you). They do not come from herself, but when you watch closely, if you even can in this situation, they shaped as the bones of the skeletal structures of various existing creatures, most commonly creatures of this earthly plane, but there may be on rare occasion, strange and frighteningly obscure pieces present.

She hardly even shows her true nature. While her most easily perceived real body is what it is, she hides something else underneath that visage, out of the concern for the human ability to perceive such things without losing grasp on reason. In specific situations though, it might show itself in small amounts, when her hold on herself is least stable...

What makes her unusual, is her sense of empathy and compassion. Bound by her duty as a shinigami, Kanade views herself as cursed by it rather than aligned with it, and often feels too much sympathy for the lives she has to watch and collect. She's forgotten the scope of her emotions beyond sorrow and apathy, and on extremely rare occasion, outrage. She does have desire to re-acquaint herself with those walking among the living, but she struggles between a sense of strict duty, and a sense of personal compassion and curiosity, as well as the fear of what feeling her barred away other emotions will do to her.

These aren't the only fears she has, and many of them involve the belief she must keep herself detached from anyone else because her personal attachment and involvement will only guarantee their own demise.