[hider=Kanbaru Otoko][center][hider=Casual Appearence][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/msKfK97.jpg?1[/img][/center][/hider]
[hider=Magical Girl][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/55c83e0f-5e04-45fc-802b-f592cd0c02d8.jpg[/img][/center][/hider][/center]
[b][color=cyan]• Name:[/color][/b] Kanbaru Otoko
[b][color=cyan]• Title:[/color][/b] Fortuna.
[b][color=cyan]• Age:[/color][/b] 17a
[b][color=cyan]• Emblem:[/color][/b] A tattoo formed between the nape of her neck and the valley of her breasts. Doesn't bother to conceal it.

[b][color=cyan]• Devil Arm:[/color][/b] A gunslinger playing around with a water gun in either hand, their streams cleaning the darkness from monsters and making the world a brighter place with every pull of the trigger. But cold cynicism and practicality turned the toys into the genuine article, now twin machine pistols which discharge lead that creates far more messes then could ever hope to be scoured away.

[b][color=cyan]• Magic:[/color][/b] Kanbaru's ice magic had once been a novelty, the sort to create patches along the ground to make a monster stumble and bluster while she blasted away or make a ramp to slide in upon in a suitably heroic fashion. Now the once crystalline ice is blackened and brackish, burning through sheer cold to the touch and growing jagged around the edge. Projectiles, spikes, and cages are the name of the game now, though she does enjoy leaving patches of black ice on the road for obvious reasons.

[b][color=cyan]• Background:[/color][/b] Kanbaru's fall from grace came from a simple realization she came upon out of the blue; Her work as a Magical Girl amounted to nothing. She could claim to be more physically fit and certainly there were the magical powers she enjoyed, but being a good person gained her nothing but missed time with friends and family, an endless litany of excuses for her absence that grew increasingly tiresome to everyone around her, and the combined mental and physical exhaustion which accumulated over the years. 

And what did she have to show for it? This certainly didn't improve her academics any, and no one would put Magical Girl on a resume. It wasn't like she was saving the world single handily, so she had no great destiny shackling her to this moniker. What began as a thought spiraled into an epiphany which left her disillusioned with the notion of such altruistic pursuits, especially as she grew older and entered her last years of high school. Looking around the city it was far too apparent that the only way to get ahead was not to let yourself be crushed pushing the next guy up. Why should she be working for free just so people who would never know her deeds can go on and leave her to rot? Why couldn't she take what she earned through blood, sweat, and monumental effort? 

After a visit from a certain Mascot, Kanbaru had the out she so desired.

[b][color=cyan]• Inventory:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3b595fe1-d955-4b9f-b9cc-b7619e4f04e5.jpg]Her motorcycle[/url]. While the Detention Club has a strict no killing clause, theft when practiced with discretion is given a bit more latitude. Taken off a transport truck in the midst of transit to avoid the security of a dealership, it's used solely for Magical Girl business to leave no connection to her mundane life. Also works as a conduit for ice magic, leaving ice slicks or conjuring ramps before it's wheels as needed.

[hider=Sample Post]The depth and breadth of freedom offered to a Magical Girl was astonishing when one cast aside the childish morality that tied there hands. The weapons, the magic, and the bonds forged with like minded magical girls were a rush that little could compare, but on one particularly muggy night, Kanbaru reveled in the exclusion from sight her Magical Girl form gave her. Sweat clung to the back of her neck from the steam and heat pooling in the kitchen of a well off Chinese take out place, but she paid it no mind, and in turn, none of the bustling staff paid mind to figure in the corner.

She'd called ahead on and placed a sizable order to someone else's address. More appetizers then she could stomach and entrees to fill in for a holiday feast. Some of it wasn't even food she liked, but she ordered it anyway, because it would take more time prepare. Already most of the order was finished, bagged up and waiting for the full order to be carried off and delivered.

[color=cyan][i]And those look to be my dumplings. Time to carry out.[/i][/color] The pragmatic Magical Girl thought, pushing away from the wall and skirting the staff to scoop up the ponderous brown paper bags stuffed to near bursting with fragrant fast food. Not an eye turned her way and none would do so as she stepped out the front door and took to the streets with a spring in her steps. 

It wouldn't be long till the delivery driver noticed he had no order to pick up, but who would they blame? A customer sneaking in and swiping it from under the many eyes of a cramped kitchen? No. Clearly an employee screwed up. Someone lied. Someone stole. They may not act on it that night, but the seeds of distrust were sown and Kanbaru didn't need to try hard to imagine the changes in staff that would come soon enough. It didn't even warrant a shrug on her part. Her fridge would be full for the week, and she'd hit up the next delivery joint on her list before cycling back there in a few months. 

[color=cyan]"Ah, before I forget."[/color] She mused aloud, pulling out her phone and redialed the last number called. [color=cyan]"Pearl Garden? Hi, I'd like to cancel my order."[/color][/hider]

[b][color=cyan]• Other:[/color][/b] Lives with her sister Rika, her cat, Noire, and her sister's dog, Ruxen. Despite being a greedy and selfish individual after her change of heart, she tries to keep herself of two minds, one for the house, and one for the rest of the world. [/hider]