[color=f7976a][center][h2]Io[/h2][/center][/color]

[color=f7941d]Call me Io.[/color] She said, giving her name with a nod. Cerise was beginning to get on her good side. Not easy to get it so quick; thus Io made a mental note to observe her further. [color=f7976a]I'm not exactly looking to be a role model, that's just part of it. Being a role model to the people living down below matters little. What matters is being a role model to other Daybreakers. Makes sense?[/color] Io said, explaining her goals a bit further.

Outside, Io took a deep breath, slowly removing her eye patch, revealing a small mass of white feathers, growing out of the socket. Some sort of bizarre mutation as the result of becoming a daybreaker? Must have lost her eye before she become one. Feeling the dust and ash on her now exposed eye socket, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was strange... Only when she was outside, did the stinging sensation seem to go away.

Donning her crown, her weapon took the form of a small, stiletto knife, giving off a bright orange glow. Then, several more spikes began to appear around her, each just a bit bigger than a sewing needle. The needle began to converge around the knife, bunching up together, all until they were all gathered together. With all the needles gathered, the knife took on the form of a large lance, almost as big as its wielder, made up of thousands and thousands of needles, formed together to make one weapon. [color=f7976a]Lenier was it? You were wondering what I do?[/color] She said, having ignored his question earlier up until now. [color=f7976a]Well I like to demonstrate rather than tell, so here it is.[/color]

Io, watching the so called "demon of progress" observe the surroundings [color=f7976a][i]Don't boss me around...[/i][/color] Io thought to herself. But now wasn't the time for arguing. [color=f7976a]Fair enough...[/color]