[b]Name:[/b] Milayou Riviel

[b]Age:[/b] 14

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] Blond-white hair, medium length bangs with short ponytail. Average build, 131 cm.
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[b]Personality:[/b] Wistful, contemplative, responsible, hardworking, concerned, helpful.

[b]History:[/b] As the only child, Milayou was showered with love and attention. Her father worked as an army engineer overseas, but whenever he came home, he did everything he could for his daughter to make up for his time away. Milayou's mother was a civil worker, working part-time at the local job training center, and often volunteering at the homeless shelter. Growing up, Milayou embraced the blended ideal of “Work hard, and be considerate of others,” passed down from her parents. Following her mother, she volunteered in for many school projects, earning many wonderful remarks from her teachers and peers.
Then one day, while her father was overseas, Milayou received a letter in the mail.
Her father and his squad were surveying a damaged bridge near a warzone. Unbeknownst to them, a terrorist truck, full of IEDs, attempted to cross the bridge during their inspection. The supports of the bridge gave away, and the truck crashed, setting off the entire load of IEDs.
The army was only able to identify the missing squad from the damaged surveying equipment littered nearby.
Several months later, Milayou's mother was stabbed by a strung-out newcomer at the homeless shelter. Despite all this, her mother tried her best to maintain a cheerful and optimistic view on life. “Good things will always come to those good at heart,” her mother would always say. Milayou, however, was not so sure.

[i]“Why is that... when we only want to help others, but bad things still happen to us? Did we do something wrong... to deserve this?”[/i]

This question would slowly gnaw away at her.

In middle school, Milayou continued with her devoted work ethic. However, her reputation for being a hard worker followed her as well. The same tasks that she was once praised for doing, now almost seemed expected of her.

[i]“How is could this... be fair? Did I... do something wrong?”[/i]

But it never felt like she could ask this question to anyone. Or if anyone had an answer at all.

[i]“Did I not do a good enough job...? Was I... not considerate enough?”[/i]

Coming back from a field trip (a trip that she nonetheless helped plan), Milayou noticed a peculiar sight in the sky; a floating island.

[i]“Skyline Institute...! Maybe if I go there... I'll know if what I'm doing is enough!”[/i]

[b]Nationality:[/b]American

[b]Word:[/b] [i]“A word... to help me through the year. Ah, well... I'm always pondering, reflecting on things. Maybe... reflect?”[/i]
Reflect – Milayou can reflect, or redirect entities. Uses can range from redirecting heat from a target, either heating or chilling it, to reflecting light into others’ eyes in such a way to create illusions. She is also able to create copies of existing things.

[b]Word Range:[/b] 5m.

[b]Word Location:[/b] On the back, left shoulderblade.

[b]Abilities:[/b] Likes to watch, and is very adept at analyzing things.

[b]Other:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fU4828ELdc&list=PL1M8MWromo9PGi5DgB3Rd8kiFAY8Bux8s&index=34]Theme[/url].