HIMARI KATANASHI
Her lore.
I’ve never explicitly told her story on my blog, only on art fight and to my friends, so here we are.
Himari is a weaponsmith at the PCD, in a world created by my mutual @adagiorii. Mootie, this one goes out to you! <3
If you have any questions of this world, please direct it to them!
In this post, I will put her story into phases:
CHILDHOOD, TRAINING ACADEMY, AND PCD.
For a content warning, I will state that there are statements of child endangerment, child neglect, and violence. While it doesn’t get too in depth, I know people’s struggles are different. If any of these make you uncomfortable, please do not interact with this post.
CHILDHOOD:
Himari had a very simple life at the beginning. It was her, her mother who worked medical at PCD, and her father who was the town’s butcher. It was a normal life. She planned to follow in her father’s footsteps, become a butcher herself. Her parents adored her, showered her in attention. This was how life was for her, until she was around 7-8 years old.
Kaori was born, and everything shifted. The parents that used to be there for her every waking need were now gone. Her life became silent. Her sister got all the love, all the attention. Himari didn’t want to admit that she hated it, but she did, she really did.
This envy blossomed whenever they signed Kaori up to join the training academy, deciding to bring Himari along just so someone they knew could keep an eye on their daughter. It felt humiliating, to say the least. To not even be seen by her parents as their daughter.
TRAINING ACADEMY:
This is where she really goes downhill. At TA, she meets someone. Iris. A seemingly perfect, innocent girl. Her hair was a pristine white, something that made her stand out from the crowd. She seemed so lovely, it sickened Himari to her core. Is this how her parents saw her sister? Someone to be cherished? To be praised for her mere existence?
She hated it.
Something changed in Himari after that. She always had anger issues, but they were only inflamed by this. More frequent fights (with a specific albino girl…), and she began lashing out more often. This permanently damaged her relationship with her parents, she barely even saw them. Though, a twinge of her felt guilt, a desire to be loved, to be the one they actually cared for. And that twinge caused her to do something she’d regret for the rest of her life.
A simple walk with her sister, Kaori. A quiet area, no one would see. She let go of her hand, and before Kaori could realize it, she was alone. In the middle of nowhere. With no idea how to return. Himari ran for her life, her arrogance shadowing any other emotions. It was a sudden decision, more because she saw something. Someone. And she didn’t want to figure out what they wanted. She didn’t know until she got home that she forgot her sister, and a wave of pure guilt washed over. She was a horrible person, someone who could never be trusted or loved again. And these thoughts were only amplified by Iris.
One day, Himari snapped, and it ended in a fight more brutal than usual, leaving for her to get expelled from TA, and shunned by her parents. She was on the road for a while, before discovering that she could be a weaponsmith for PCD.
PCD:
Once joining the PCD, she attempted to hide any remnants of her past, along with keeping herself distant from everyone. The first person to approach her was Eiko, surprisingly. Well, not approach, per se..more like meet. Simply a routine check up on her sword, which left Himari rather confused. Who does routine checkups on a sword if it has no damages?? She’ll never know. But that first ‘meeting’ branched into Himari meeting Amara and Hayato, and over time, she started feeling less alone. She felt..like she had a life worth living. Well, until she met Iris again, but that’s a story for another day.
Comment or reblog the word butterfly if you got this far /not forced
Well, that’s basically her story, if you have any questions about her, don’t be afraid to ask! I’ve put much love and care into her.
Also sorry for the absolute word vomit, I’ve learned writing helps with my stress, and thought writing himari lore would work.
