[hider=The Starry Night][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/VngGY0I.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lu8i-OyjLYk][i]"Can’t you see? I haven’t fallen, so I must be just!"[/i][/url] [h1]Nonsuch[/h1] [sub]Gushiken Suna | 16 y/o | 5'3[/sub] [/center] [indent][hider=The Front][img]https://i.imgur.com/GhgIZxJ.png[/img][/hider][hider=The Reverse][img]https://i.imgur.com/xTNGQYa.png[/img][/hider][/indent] [b]Emblem[/b] [indent]A pair of color contacts, dying her dark eyes a brilliant, sparkling blue. Like the ocean on a sunny day. If she does not wear the complete set, she cannot transform. If one half is destroyed, her whole life is ended.[/indent] [b]Sweet/Devil Arm[/b] [indent]A child’s romanticized vision of what a war hammer ought to be. It is a metal stick the length of her body, ending with a hammerhead like a concrete block. Medals, like the sorts one would get pinned to their chest as a participation reward on Sports Day, are inexplicably stuck upon its surface. The number of medals grow, but what triggers the addition of more medals is unknown, except that it is not tied to the extermination of Miseria.[/indent] [b]Magic[/b] [indent]Attraction and Repulsion, centered upon Magical Girl and Armament. Simply put, Nonsuch is able to pull herself towards or push herself away from her weapon or vice versa. The speed of the attraction is enough to be weaponized, and the force of the repulsion is enough to serve as transportation. As such, despite her propensity for wielding her weapon properly as a melee weapon, its true destructive potential is realized only when she treats it as a ranged weapon, to be thrown and pulled like a yoyo.[/indent] [hider=Background] [indent]What could be said, about a Magical Girl who has never fallen? Suna’s family was reasonable. They were well off, her dad a chef specializing in Okinawan cuisine, her mother the branch manager of a high-end fashion outlet. She had a younger brother with the most adorably marshmallow-y cheeks there ever could be, and the family dog was big and fluffy, always cheerfully barking away. Her household was always loud and hearty, exclaiming the things that Japanese people rarely did. What a wonderful it was, to wear one’s heart on their sleeve! Kindness and justice were things to glorify, and rightfully so! Her dad loved his tokusatsus, after all. Costumed warriors destroying evil with their fists, emblazoned with brilliant special effects and glorious theme songs. Her mother like her police dramas more, careful investigations and litigations showing just how far an intelligent villain could circumvent the broken justice system. A cheerful, emphatic family life, contrasting to the tranquility, the platitudes, of the world beyond the walls. In her childhood, Suna decided that the world existed only in contrasts. A Hero without a Villain was out of the job. A Villain without a Hero was just playing on Story Mode. The greater one was, the greater the other would be. Light and Shadow, each intensifying in response to the other! What could be said, about a Magical Girl who has never fallen, other than how grateful she was for her Darker sisters? After all, Hibusa Town was such a wonderful place for a runaway to be.[/indent][/hider][hider=Sample Post] [indent]She can hear it. The ringing in her ears, keeping herself awake at night. The sound of silence, of a city and home rendered to slumber, layered upon the ticking of a clock that would never need an alarm to be set. If she listened more carefully, she could reach deeper. Hear her heartbeat, her bloodflow, the grinding of bones and the gurgling of her stomach. Stillness had to be maintained though. Her mattress was cheap; the springs would creak if sh- [i]“Nyaa~”[/i] She swung herself off her bed, turning to the source of the noise, even when she already knew it wasn’t what she thought it was. Just a scraggly stray, poking its head, then its body, through the boarded-up window. A torn ear, more skin than fur. Whiskers drooping like its head. A limp on the right side, as it scampered upon her bed, curling beside her. She had long stopped caring about the smell of cat piss that lingered on the sheets and moved to run her fingers down its back instead. The clock ticked on. The cat fell asleep. And Suna, who no longer could, peered through the gap that the cat had slipped in through, the light of the downtown core dazzling her dark eyes. A gem and the shadows it cast, even when light ought to have only been the domain of the sun's reflection. Artifice, found even in this little pocket of life carved pinned between mountain and ocean. Landslide or flooding. Oh, the perseverance! The stray did not stir. The stray did not stay.[/indent][/hider][/hider] [hider=Headers] [img]https://i.imgur.com/iteJFoG.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Ivuh5jX.png[/img] [/hider]