Hanabi Murakami

1000 years ago...
A comet struck Hizashi. While this was not intentional on the part of the bit of space debris, it left a mark on both the man... and what dwelled within the comet. It struck the earth not too far from him, but was buried deep by the heat and impact. Any who found the site would find the creator and little else, for that which dwelt in the rock had begun the process of burying itself deep in the soil and earth, to gestate and metamorphose. Whatever plan was made for this life form, the collision with Hizashi had altered it. Exposure to him, his aura and even his DNA, it had added an unexpected change to the inhabitant, it had introduced changes.

Roughly 2 years ago...
Hanabi emerged from the earth, at last. Her body was... wrong, that much she could tell. This was not the form she was supposed to have, but she had to make do. Step one was gathering information. Easier said than done, as a naked woman in the middle of nowhere. By luck, she was able to hide from passersby and took notice of their clothes. Subconsciously noting that the people here were decorative cloths for practical and modest reasons, she subconsciously manifested herself some clothing. Curious. Experimentation led her to realize she could shapeshift! Perhaps the erroneous mutations were a greater boon than she dreamed!

So it went, Hanabi would observe, growing ever bolder as she did. What started as observations from hiding, slowly became subtly interacting with the populous. Soon, she had an identity with the locals; Murakami Hanabi, a name picked for her love of flashy colours and loud reactions. As she grew bolder and more outgoing, she wormed her way into various groups, eventually finding the underground and criminal circles the most willing to overlook strangeness as long as its practical. Hanabi thrived in Radiant Harbour's criminal underground, her shapeshifter made her an unparalleled spy and fencer, and the funds she raised quickly led her to the purchase of some properties she could use to generate further profits. All to fund her research of the locals... of course.

Starting with a gambling den, then a second, then a brothel, and even a romour mill, Hanabi began to construct a tidy, well oiled enterprise. All the while, she would introduce oddities to her business. Every so often, she'd change the payouts of her gambling business, add strange options to her night houses, or just make up romours to sell, always she was very eager to see what came when she plucked these strings. More curious was the more power Hanabi drew to herself, the more strangely she wielded it. Not simply as a money making empire, Hanabi would pull strings to avoid harm to her territory. Smuggling of dangerous things would be diverted or reported to the law, highway man gangs disbanded or pressganged to less destructive crimes. It seemed to some like Hanabi was removing competition, or maybe, she was trying to keep outside factors from her strange goals?

Of the great disappearance of the old guard of leaders and guardians, Hanabi has shown little to no concern. Rather, them being gone seems to please her, as that is but one less factor to account for in her schemes. That Hizashi is alive and well though clearly causes her great anxiety. Just mentioning him causes panic in Hanabi, and she seems determined to keep him as far from whatever it is she is even doing as possible.

Likes: Money, knowledge, power, women, men, sweets, spicy things, stary nights, meteor showers, fire works, takoyaki, sake
Dislikes: the law, Hizashi, sesame seeds (they get stuck in her teeth), cold noodles, people who cannot articulate their point when they talk, stuttering, people who deliberately try to make their speech vague or heaven forbid cryptic, cloudy nights, high humidity