*sniffle* <;.;> Hate seeing people go. But I know nothing be permanent.
As for my main... hrmm... how do I do this... >.<;; (She has so many costumes!)
I'll go with
my favorite. That said, if you're curious about her other costumes (and don't mind digging through stuff >.>
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My Photobucket
Short Bio
I'll also post the long version below - but I wanted you to have the "quick" version to glance over.
Long Version:
Yumii - *Short Narrative followed by explanation*
Throughout the casting, Yumii found herself floating in a strange twilight realm - it still looked like Perez, but shades of purple and blue intermingled with the green of the foliage, and everything blurred to where a tree and the man next to the tree seemed to be a single twisted entity.
The stars themselves appeared to move, despite it having been broad daylight. Each starpoint grew closer and closer, eventually it became clear exactly what they were. Not stars - spirits. A thousand thousand Oranbegan souls hungry for a new body to inhabit after millenia drifting the endless cosmos. She faced the same fate as all others sacrificed by the Circle.
Before her, a dark shape materialized - black as the night, and only easily visible by the fire-light in its eyes. The creature examined her with a predatory gaze. Smirking the shade moved in to devour her very soul...
In the great distance, far beyond the gathered spirits and the chanting mages - another star grew. This one a brilliant blue-white, so hot and so fast that to compare it to a comet would be a disservice. It's brilliance lit the park from end to end as it streaked to the beleagured catgirl.
By the time the blackformed spectre noticed this new presence, it had lost any opportunity to defend itself. The spirit was shattered in a blinding wave of energy coruscating out from its very center.
The new spirit stood before Yumii as she floated helplessly in the twilight realm. Yumii stared in terror - the ghost had a face so incredibly similar to her own, different only in its spectral palor and hard-edge.
"Do you want to live?" It asked.
"Y-yes! Help!" Yumii could barely make her mouth move for all the fear she felt.
"You have one choice then - after I free you, you must do the same for me."
"Anything! Just help!"
The spirit smiled. Not the malicious smile of the Circle's malignant possessor souls - but a genuine smile that any could recognize. Then it vanished, the spirit disappeared entirely.
Before she could think about it, the twilight realm began to crack apart, long cracks of azure and cyan forced their way across the dark sky before it crumbled like glass. Yumii fell down into the restored green grass, landing on her feet.
The mages, oblivious to the events in the spirit world looked at her in horror. How had an ordinary person broken their spell?
Seconds passed, both Yumii and the mages stared at eachother - sizing their opponents up.
Without a thought Yumii broke the silence, rushing toward the first magician and severing him in half with a sword she had not even realized she was holding. Her mind began to catch up to her body - but too late. Another mage lost his head to the silver arc, and a third found himself impaled on the steel.
The forth began to run as quickly as he could, but Yumii chased him. She was fast, incredibly so. The forest offered the Thorn no protection, and after scaling a tree Yumii dove atop him, splitting his head in two.
Long minutes passed with Yumii staring down at her handiwork. She was back in control again but she could not believe what had happened. She felt sick, and vomitted in the bushes. Before today - she'd been an ordinary highschool girl... now she'd killed people. It hardly mattered that they'd been attempting to do the same - she was revolted at herself.
The silver-white spirit, still looking every bit her twin, returned abruptly - re-forming itself next to her.
"It's never easy."
"I... you... why?!"
"Be quiet. You're alive aren't you?"
"But..."
"I don't have time to explain everything - suffice to say you are safe, and they are not. Now for your end of the bargain, free me."
"Free you? From what? You seem..."
"Take this." The spirit stretched its hand forward, and hovering gently in front of her, the sword re-appeared, this time with an ivory scabbard covering its long curved blade.
"I... no... I can't hurt anyone else..."
"You don't have to. It's for me."
"What?"
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Yumii sat in her bedroom, the lights off.
Three days had passed. The police had already ruled Yumii's actions self defense, but it hadn't relieved the tension in the pit of her stomach. It didn't help even when the neighborhoods patrol-hero had stopped by to explain the truth of the Circle. It was good to know they hadn't been 'real' people any longer... but how did one cope with having split a man's skull in half, staring into the destroyed remains of a human brain? What was one supposed to feel at having taken four lives, even if it had been someone else controlling you?
Perhaps thats what made it worse - that she hadn't even been in control. That no matter how much she'd wanted to stop she could not. True it was though, that she was still breathing, and they were not.
She had failed in her debt as well - the spirit asked for freedom, and all she could do was stare at it, terrified. It had vanished after a short time, the spirit's face staring at her accusingly. How to forgive yourself for that? What exactly had it need freed from she still did not understand, but it could not have been good.
Too late for regrets - and yet there they were.
A tiny spark lit the dark room. Yumii lept up from her bed staring at the tiny shape. It grew and grew until it had formed the very ghost she had been thinking of.
"Have you decided yet?" It asked without waiting for her to recognize it.
The spirit looked different this time - the same face, the same palor. But her intensity had dimmed, and her clothes; simple but fine as they had been - now hung in tatters. She was completely transparent in several places.
"Have you?" She repeated.
"I... I didn't think I'd get another chance. Yes... I'll do it. But first... can I ask you something?"
"I have little time - ask quickly."
"I don't want to hurt people... not like back in the park; but I don't want anyone else to end up where I was either. If you hadn't come..." Yumii looked to the floor. "I want to know how to fight back - I've already done something wrong; but there are alot more people who won't have the chance I did. Can you teach me?"
"I can't."
"I see..."
"I don't need to. When the time comes - you'll remember everything you need to."
"Ahh." Yumii didn't quite understand, but the spirit began to fade again right before her, and that cut off any further speculation. "Give me the sword."
The spirit reached her hand out, trembling this time - the sword appeared again, once again a vivid arc of silvered steel, the scabbard laying across the blade in an X pattern.
"Yumii - so you know; this isn't an end for me." The spirit spoke. She waited for Yumii to heft the sword, then nodded.
The blade felt heavy. Not like a concrete block or too many shopping bags - heavy with an unearthly weight. She raised the blade, and with a last look into her doppleganger's eyes, brought it down mercifully quick, eyes closed.
The spirit formed fully, solidifying in every place, its clothing knitting itself back together and for a brief half-moment Yumii believed somehow she had brought her to life. Then she faded as suddenly as she'd healed. Gone completely.
The sword remained however, and at the back of her mind it whispered. Words of duty, honor, and compassion; words to turn an ordinary girl into a fighter. Words to make a hero.
Finally -
My DA So you can stop by and say Hi even after you're gone from the boards hehe <^_^> Also tons more Yumii pics there <'x'> all but a couple done by me <,<
*yeah I'm not very good <;_;> I try!*
All those are awesome!!