This is a redesign of my OC no she is not a Demon Slayer OC I just drew her in this style because I love the Demon Slayer style. Her fake personality is like Kanae Kocho from Demon Slayer, but her real personality is like Shinobu Kocho but more scarier (This story I'm writing is inspired by Demon Slayer no the plot is not the same it's completely different.)
This is her backstory (I wrote this because I'm writing a storyboard for it, don't mind my writing I'm not a very good writer): I was born into a wealthy family, my mother was kind, while my father was a brute. He always made sure we were almost everywhere in Japan, me and my sisters never got breaks, sometimes he’d punish us by trying to drown us overnight if we stepped out of line, I didn’t drink water for weeks after that. My sisters always helped me out and comforted me when I was upset. Yume, the oldest sister, never really spoke to me, while Cecilia cared for me. I admired my middle sister, she was kind, known as a saint of the whole district of Ehime. One day I learnt how my sister survived around father. We were sitting on a picnic blanket outside the engawa, I was fourteen years old picking at the leaves of the strawberries. “Harahi, do you want to know how to survive, father?” She asks. I take a tiny bite from the strawberry and look at her. “Of course, besides I can’t waste another moment being with that brute.” I mumble. Cecilia laughs out loud. “Yes he is a brute, and a very unfair one.” She agrees. “First you must obey everything, I know you already do that but ask for more things he would want you to ask, such as only yourself going to districts that are expensive.” I let that sink into my head. As the months went by father didn’t really get mad at me anymore due to following Cecilia’s rules. One day I came back from my trip with Cecilia, we stopped by a bench for a break. Cecilia went to the bathroom as I stood outside. “What’s taking her so long?” I mutter. A few minutes later, I had enough and went to go find her. As I go by another corner I see my sister's blood on the cold stone floor bleeding out, scars on her face and body. I feel sick, I can’t stay here. My eyes widen at the sight, my body not moving, fear parallelizing through me. I see the jester, that goddamned devil eating her. Those red eyes pierce through my soul, I back away slowly, and run away. I left my sister to die. Part 2 of her backstory is coming soon.
