Himiko a young girl who was born from her mother Ms Sumar Himiko. She had gotten her name from her single mother after her father left her when she was pregnant, Himiko didn't knew about the demons when she was at the age of 5 but at the age of 7 her mother finally decided to tell her about the demons who wonder around the world. Himiko was surprised when her mom told her about the demons and what they do. Though her mother never told her she was a demon slayer herself..
But one day..after Himiko had came back from picking crops outside something awaited her, opening the door to her house she lived in seeing broken chairs, plates, glass, coming into the destroyed house stepping into something liquid..Could it be blood? She looked at the floor seeing exactly what she stepped on blood she rushed into the kitchen where her mother was. There..laid her mother dead on the floor..Himoki had screamed running over to her dead mother shaking her and telling her to wake up, crying, shouting, after minutes of shaking her mother trying to get her up there was no answer from her mother, placing her mother's arms on her shoulder and carrying her outside setting her down, grabbing a shovel from the shed then starting to dig a grave for her dead mother. Gently dragging her mother to the dug up grave and placing her down in it, shoveling her grave back up and saying her prayers. Gathering the things she took with her taking her mom's demon slayer uniform and sword, Himiko thought to herself "I never knew my mom was a demon slayer.." wiping the tears from her face, standing straight up in font of a old broken mirror "I'd be strong for you mom." trying her best not to break into tears again. Leaving the house taking one good final look at it and saying goodbye to what used to be her home that was now destroyed.
She walked for about hours as it was a snowy day, coming up ahead was a shelter (Yes this is where Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke went when they was going on their mission) smiling happily but had mixed emotions inside of her after what she had just saw, running, waddling to get there fast before anything else happened outside. She got there and was greeted by a old lady bowing to the old lady and following her inside of the place, Himiko looked around in amazed. Given a room from the lady Himiko was quick to set her things down and wait for something to eat as she didn't eat at her own gone house, shaking the thought from her head. Having her meal arrived she said her prayers and began eating.
The meal was too good as she burped and said excuse me letting out a giggle. Wiping her mouth from the crumbs that was suck there when she had ate, getting up and dusting herself off walking off to go take a hot bath she tucked herself in the tub hugging her legs and watching her hair flot around in the tube. "Why..why did it happen to me..?" she said to herself in the streaming hot bath. Willing to cry she didn't want anyone to notice her cries or they would judge her by starting at her or whispering thinking she was a weak and didn't deserve to be a demon slayer, standing up from the rub then wrapping a robe around her drying her hair out looking at the brown streak she had in her hair since her hair was all black and had a brown strip in it from her father.
Himiko left the bath and walked to her room laying down, atleast trying to get her energy back in the morning.
Himiko's appearance
Himiko has a carmel skin tone, fully black hair and a brown streak running down from the front and back. She has brown eye's small puffy cheeks, a shy type of person when she meets you but when she gets to learn about you more she isn't has shy as much.
Himiko's siblings
She is the only child in the family, but she also played with her neighbours kids which her mother called them her sister in law.
Himiko's parents
She lives with her mother after her father disappeared which he left his wife after she was pregnant. Himiko always asked for her father but all her mother kept saying was he left on a business trip.
Himikos technique
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----------------------------------------------------------- Hiya peeps who think this is a story it's really not its just something for my oc when I go to art school and ask my mom for a tablet to practice drawing my oc.
