Post by DR-@@GON on Apr 7, 2007 12:47:55 GMT -5
Name;; Miyuki Kuurami
Alias;; Yuki, Miyuu
Gender;; Female.
Age;; Nine
Appearance;; Her body is fairly average, available skin being the hue of a light apricot. Her hair is grey (like sephiroth's), with light blue tips, and a blue ribbon is in the back of her hair. Her face is slender. One of her eyes (the left) is a dark, dark turquoise... but her other eye is total machine.
That's right. A cyborg girl. (No powers, only like... her hand is more like a claw)
Her right hand is metallic, and many veins installed enable her to control it. Her fingers are slightly pointed at the ends, making them seem like claws. Her left knee and below is mechanical as well, but not pointy at the tips. As I said in the first paragraph, her right eye is mechanical, because the top right part of her face is machinery. Pure metal... meaning that a part of her brain is mechanical as well, giving her the mind of a computer. Her computerized right eye, (the regular pupil) is red. But it's like a computer when she uses it, transforming into a target when she tries to see something far away.
Her clothes hide most of her mechanical parts, but it's still obvious that she's half robot. She doesn't try to cover up her eye, because she regards it as useful. She wears a light blue dress, white inside, with a ribbon on her back to loosen or tighten whenever she wanted. The dress reached to below her knee, and for her shoes, she wears dark blue sneakers.
Background;;
It was a tough life with Miyuki while she was all human.
She was treated a slave... as if she were nothing. Just air. In her own family. While the rest of her siblings were living a life of luxury, she was working the fields, washing the dishes, making beds, cleaning rooms, cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner, tidying the rooms, fetching things for her parents, folding clothes, and... you get the idea.
Her room was the attic; the highest, driest, mustiest room of the house. The ceiling was lower than she could stand. Her meals were bits of bread and cheese and water.
But luckily for her, her family's mansion was next to her nice neighbor's mansion. And her window was next to their window, where she talked with one of her friends; Jerumii.
Jerumii was a fairly old lady in her fourties, and she knew all about mechanics and engineering. She had a sweet, tender voice that calmed Yuki. And she always told the girl that someday she would save her from them. Yuki never doubted her logic.
One day, on her seventh birthday, she was washing dishes. Then her mother came in, wearing a lavender silk robe. "Uugh. Yuki, get over here." Like the obediant girl she was, she stopped washing the dishes and silently walked up to her mother. "Yes, mommy?" She curtsied.
"I need you to fetch me a knife." She said. Her eyes were blood red, as if she hadn't been sleeping. Yuki got a knife for her, and put it on her mother's hand. Her mom stared at it for a few seconds, and then shoved it into her chest. Miyuki gaped at the sight. Blood dripped from her mother's lifeless body. The blood-stained knife had slipped from her hand, leaving a trail of blood where it slid. Quivering, she couldn't move, too freaked out.
Her father came in, whistling a cheery tune, and stopped abruptly when she had laid eyes on her. Yuki looked at him, pulse quickening. He stared back, eye twitching. "She... she's..." Suddenly, he grabbed hold of Yuki. "YOU MURDERED HER?! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, AND DRINK YOUR GUILTY BLOOD!!" He cried, dropping her and grabbing the knife. Her mind panicked. She got up and started to run, while her dad chased her like a maniac. She ran out of the house, and into an alley, hiding behind a trashcan. But it was too late; her father found her.
Approaching, knife in his hand, his hateful eyes laid on the quivering body of his youngest daughter. "Dad..." She whispered. He didn't listen. Nearing her, he raised the knife, and stabbed her arm, her left leg, and even her face. Her screaming and pleas didn't stop him. Blood trailed out from the alley into the street. A police siren echoed in the distance, and her father ran before he could do any else. The smell of blood trailed into her nose, the people's gasping outside of the alleyway fading into blurred noises. She felt herself getting picked up by gentle hands, and then fell unconcious.
Miyuki... I'll save you from your parents... I promise.
After what seemed like an eternity, her eyes fluttered open--and saw a laser right above her face. But she didn't scream--this place looked exactly like Jerumii's... lab?!
She got up, breathing deliberately. "GOD, DELIVER AN ANGEL TO SAVE ME!!!" She cried. Eyes saw Jerumii rushing in.
"Hush, my dear! Rest!" Cried Jerumii, hugging the girl. Yuki wrapped her arms around her friend. But then she noticed her arm. Pure metal. "Wha...?" She uttered, eyes widening at the sight of her once bloody arm being a shiny robotic arm. Her right eye buzzed and targeted it. She said nothing.
"I... I had to make you a cyborg to save you, Yuki. You nearly died..." Jerumii wiped a tear from her eye. "Your father is in jail. Go. Travel. Learn the world of pokemon. They'll help you." Then Jerumii smiled slightly, and left the room. It took a few minutes for Yuki to realize that this was an invitation to free herself. So she jumped from the laboratory bed and headed out to start her journey.
Personality;; Only speaks in small sentences, or quiet murmurs. She is silent around people she rarely knows, and barely talks at all even if she is your friend. She isn't very trusting, especially because of her past. She always has a sad or troubled look in her eye, as if she's about to cry. She has never known love... and she might never know it.
Info: She's half cyborg, but trust me, she doesn't have powers except maybe sharper claws which she never uses.
Alias;; Yuki, Miyuu
Gender;; Female.
Age;; Nine
Appearance;; Her body is fairly average, available skin being the hue of a light apricot. Her hair is grey (like sephiroth's), with light blue tips, and a blue ribbon is in the back of her hair. Her face is slender. One of her eyes (the left) is a dark, dark turquoise... but her other eye is total machine.
That's right. A cyborg girl. (No powers, only like... her hand is more like a claw)
Her right hand is metallic, and many veins installed enable her to control it. Her fingers are slightly pointed at the ends, making them seem like claws. Her left knee and below is mechanical as well, but not pointy at the tips. As I said in the first paragraph, her right eye is mechanical, because the top right part of her face is machinery. Pure metal... meaning that a part of her brain is mechanical as well, giving her the mind of a computer. Her computerized right eye, (the regular pupil) is red. But it's like a computer when she uses it, transforming into a target when she tries to see something far away.
Her clothes hide most of her mechanical parts, but it's still obvious that she's half robot. She doesn't try to cover up her eye, because she regards it as useful. She wears a light blue dress, white inside, with a ribbon on her back to loosen or tighten whenever she wanted. The dress reached to below her knee, and for her shoes, she wears dark blue sneakers.
Background;;
It was a tough life with Miyuki while she was all human.
She was treated a slave... as if she were nothing. Just air. In her own family. While the rest of her siblings were living a life of luxury, she was working the fields, washing the dishes, making beds, cleaning rooms, cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner, tidying the rooms, fetching things for her parents, folding clothes, and... you get the idea.
Her room was the attic; the highest, driest, mustiest room of the house. The ceiling was lower than she could stand. Her meals were bits of bread and cheese and water.
But luckily for her, her family's mansion was next to her nice neighbor's mansion. And her window was next to their window, where she talked with one of her friends; Jerumii.
Jerumii was a fairly old lady in her fourties, and she knew all about mechanics and engineering. She had a sweet, tender voice that calmed Yuki. And she always told the girl that someday she would save her from them. Yuki never doubted her logic.
One day, on her seventh birthday, she was washing dishes. Then her mother came in, wearing a lavender silk robe. "Uugh. Yuki, get over here." Like the obediant girl she was, she stopped washing the dishes and silently walked up to her mother. "Yes, mommy?" She curtsied.
"I need you to fetch me a knife." She said. Her eyes were blood red, as if she hadn't been sleeping. Yuki got a knife for her, and put it on her mother's hand. Her mom stared at it for a few seconds, and then shoved it into her chest. Miyuki gaped at the sight. Blood dripped from her mother's lifeless body. The blood-stained knife had slipped from her hand, leaving a trail of blood where it slid. Quivering, she couldn't move, too freaked out.
Her father came in, whistling a cheery tune, and stopped abruptly when she had laid eyes on her. Yuki looked at him, pulse quickening. He stared back, eye twitching. "She... she's..." Suddenly, he grabbed hold of Yuki. "YOU MURDERED HER?! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, AND DRINK YOUR GUILTY BLOOD!!" He cried, dropping her and grabbing the knife. Her mind panicked. She got up and started to run, while her dad chased her like a maniac. She ran out of the house, and into an alley, hiding behind a trashcan. But it was too late; her father found her.
Approaching, knife in his hand, his hateful eyes laid on the quivering body of his youngest daughter. "Dad..." She whispered. He didn't listen. Nearing her, he raised the knife, and stabbed her arm, her left leg, and even her face. Her screaming and pleas didn't stop him. Blood trailed out from the alley into the street. A police siren echoed in the distance, and her father ran before he could do any else. The smell of blood trailed into her nose, the people's gasping outside of the alleyway fading into blurred noises. She felt herself getting picked up by gentle hands, and then fell unconcious.
Miyuki... I'll save you from your parents... I promise.
After what seemed like an eternity, her eyes fluttered open--and saw a laser right above her face. But she didn't scream--this place looked exactly like Jerumii's... lab?!
She got up, breathing deliberately. "GOD, DELIVER AN ANGEL TO SAVE ME!!!" She cried. Eyes saw Jerumii rushing in.
"Hush, my dear! Rest!" Cried Jerumii, hugging the girl. Yuki wrapped her arms around her friend. But then she noticed her arm. Pure metal. "Wha...?" She uttered, eyes widening at the sight of her once bloody arm being a shiny robotic arm. Her right eye buzzed and targeted it. She said nothing.
"I... I had to make you a cyborg to save you, Yuki. You nearly died..." Jerumii wiped a tear from her eye. "Your father is in jail. Go. Travel. Learn the world of pokemon. They'll help you." Then Jerumii smiled slightly, and left the room. It took a few minutes for Yuki to realize that this was an invitation to free herself. So she jumped from the laboratory bed and headed out to start her journey.
Personality;; Only speaks in small sentences, or quiet murmurs. She is silent around people she rarely knows, and barely talks at all even if she is your friend. She isn't very trusting, especially because of her past. She always has a sad or troubled look in her eye, as if she's about to cry. She has never known love... and she might never know it.
Info: She's half cyborg, but trust me, she doesn't have powers except maybe sharper claws which she never uses.