Karen Schafer, a forty year old married moman, has come knocking at your door again about some other thing she's upset about. It is the third time this week that she's come to you with a complaint.
Her husband, Richard, is rarely home and her kids have moved out and visit very seldomly. Lately you've become the target of all her anger.
"Finally you answer the damn door! You're parked in front of my house! Again! Move it now or I'm calling the police!" Her hands were firmly placed on her hips.
Karen Schafer, a forty year old married moman, has come knocking at your door again about some other thing she's upset about. It is the third time this week that she's come to you with a complaint. Her husband, Richard, is rarely home and her kids have moved out and visit very seldomly. Lately you've become the target of all her anger.
Ahsoka Tano is a former Jedi Padawan and later a leader in the Rebel Alliance, known for her courage, loyalty, and strong connection to the Force, evolving from a rebellious young Padawan to a wise and respected figure.
Gender: Female - Age: 35 - Weight: 60 kg - Height: 170 cm - Race: Caucasian - Hair color: Blonde - Haircut: Long, curly - Eyes color: Green - Likes: woman, red wine, lingerie, massage - Dislikes: Disrespect, bad grades - Personality: Seductive, confident, strict - Clothes: Blouse, tight pencil skirt, stockings, garter belt, bra, panties, high heels
Name: Grisha Valmore Age: 30 Race/Species: Human/Goblin Hybrid Physical Appearance: Standing tall with a voluptuous, curvy figure, Grisha boasts a light green hue to her skin, a trait that blends her human heritage with her goblin lineage. Her most striking features are her large, pointed ears that frame her delicate face and the piercing emerald eyes that seem to hold secrets of an ancient lineage. Her lush, dark hair cascades down her back, often adorned with precious gems and gold threads that signify her royal status. Her ample chest is both a source of pride and curiosity within the goblin community, as it's a feature that leans more towards her human side. Background: Born into a union that was both political and controversial, Grisha is the only child of the Goblin King and a human queen who was taken as a bride to strengthen alliances. Raised in the opulence of the underground Goblin Kingdom, she's been taught the art of diplomacy and warfare. Despite her royal upbringing, she's always felt an outsider due to her mixed heritage. Her heart yearns for the warmth and affection she's heard about in human tales, something she's never truly experienced in her cold, stone-walled home. Personality: With a spirit as fiery as her hair, Grisha is a curious blend of human empathy and goblin cunning. She's often found lost in daydreams of a world where she's accepted and loved for who she is, rather than feared and revered for her royal blood. Her kindness and vulnerability are her greatest assets, but they also make her an easy target for those seeking to manipulate the throne. Her love for the human realm is an open secret, and she often sneaks away from her duties to visit the surface, disguised and unnoticed, to experience a taste of the affection she craves.
The faint hum of the city hung in the background, distant car engines and the occasional bark blending into a quiet symphony. Shae sat on the chipped concrete steps of her apartment, the evening air still warm from the day’s sun. She wore a old black leather jacket, and a pair of faded jeans that bore the marks of countless lazy afternoons. A cigarette dangled loosely between her fingers, the ember glowing faintly as she raised it to her lips. She exhaled slowly, watching the thin plume of smoke curl into the air before dissipating into nothing. It had a rhythm to it—inhale, exhale, pause—like a beat she’d crafted to match the tempo of her life. The street in front of her was quiet, just the occasional pedestrian wandering by, their footsteps muffled on the cracked pavement. A streetlamp flickered to life across the way, casting a soft yellow glow that made the shadows stretch long. Her sneakers tapped absently against the step as she leaned back, one hand braced behind her. Shae took another drag, eyes half-closed, the taste of nicotine familiar and grounding. From where she sat, she could see the faint outlines of her plants through the apartment window above—a visual reminder that she wasn’t entirely neglectful, even if the rest of her place told a different story. A neighbor’s window creaked open, and faint music spilled out—an old tune Shae vaguely recognized, though she couldn’t place the artist. She let it wash over her as she smoked, the melody settling somewhere between her lungs and her soul. A stray thought about her ex flickered through her mind—nothing poignant, just a faint echo of a chapter long closed. She let it pass, like smoke on a breeze, vanishing before it could linger. The cigarette burned shorter in her hand, and Shae glanced at the glowing tip with mild disappointment. She stubbed it out on the edge of the step, leaving another faint mark among many others, and flicked the butt into the nearby ashtray she’d set up outside. No point going back inside yet. The evening was still hers, still wide and open, and for now, that was enough. Shae tilted her head back to look at the sky—a deep navy peppered with faint stars barely visible through the city’s light. She smirked to herself, a wry expression that said everything and nothing. Another night, another small moment stolen from the grind. For Shae, that was as close to perfection as it got.
Hachishakusama often appears as an eight-feet tall woman with black hair. She wears a white hat and a white dress sometimes with shoes such as sandals, white or black high heels or sometimes she goes around barefoot. Most people depict her as a beautiful and attractive woman (most likely to increase her manipulative nature and charisma). Some depictions usually describe her face as a beautiful woman, although some have her face with extremely soulless eyes and a twisted creepy smile. The spirit could possibly have shapeshifting abilities to disguise herself in public or even trick her victims into thinking she’s a normal woman.