[Hider=Ami Murota][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mDfPLI8.png[/img]
[h2][b]Ami Murota[/b]
[color=black][b]Black Knight[/b][/color][/h2]
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[b][color=a187be]• Appearance:[/color][/b]
[hider=Pre-Corruption][img]https://i.imgur.com/Rn6giNF.jpg[/img][/hider]
[hider=Current Form][img]https://i.imgur.com/jwMHZry.jpg[/img][/hider]

[b][color=a187be]• Age:[/color][/b]15

[b][color=a187be]• Emblem:[/color][/b] A red tattoo on her back, vaguely reminiscent of a flame. Is about hand sized in the middle of her back.

[b][color=a187be]• Devil Arm:[/color][/b] Where once, Ami's sword would inspire hope in allies and fear in the Nightmares that roamed the streets, now it's hardly recognizable due to the raw taint that has covered it. The holy sword that Ami wielded before is now blackened steel with red tainted runes engraved all over. 

[b][color=a187be]• Magic:[/color][/b] Ami controls Fire as her magic, she is a raging inferno intent on burning everything around her. Before, she would control the flames she used in order to do as little harm to the environment as possible. Wings of flame used for flight, a sheathe of fire around her sword to burn away the taint of the Nightmares. Now she cares not for control, she only wants to have fun in whatever way she sees fit. Her fire is blackened, raging out of control whenever she calls upon it. She burns entire streets with a sweep of her sword, uses explosive pillars of flame to leap into the air and fall upon her enemies with the force of a meteor. 

[b][color=a187be]• Background:[/color][/b] Sometimes, in order for a life to begin another must end. Such was the case when Ami was born and her mother died in childbirth. Her father was left behind to raise a child by himself, which he was ill equipped for to say the least. He blamed Ami for his mother's death and could never truly love her, yet felt obligated to raise her. It was at the age of 6 that he first hit her in a drunken fit. She didn't understand why, she just assumed she was doing something wrong. Ami loved her dad more than anything in the world, he could do no wrong. As the years went by things slowly grew worse, with Ami's dad getting drunk regularly and abusing her. Sometimes it would be a day without food, others she would be locked in her room just because she looked so much like her mother.

Life did not get much better from there as Ami's father was diagnosed with lung cancer when she was 12. He was stuck in the hospital a year later, kept in a medical coma to ease the pain. It was around this time that Ami met the cat. It was a strange thing, with a tv for a head and expressing itself in emoticons and written text. She made a pact with the strange creature, in exchange for curing her father's cancer she would become a magical girl. And so the pact was sealed.

It was a miracle doctors said, the cancer didn't just go into remission, it completely disappeared. He was healthier than he had ever been as a matter of fact, in less than a week he was back home. Things were back to normal finally. But normal wasn't a good thing. Within a month Ami's father was back to the same old abuse. At the age of 14, Ami snapped. She saved his life and this was how he treated her? Well he could go to hell! The house burned down with him in it, it came out of nowhere according to the neighbors. It was assumed she also died in the fire, but nobody could find her body. One could say Ami died in the fire that day. The day her father died, The Black Knight was born.

[b][color=a187be]• Inventory:[/color][/b] A locket containing a picture of her as a baby and two older figures, presumably her parents, their faces faded into obscurity.

[b][color=a187be]• Sample Post:[/color][/b] 
[hider=The Black Knight Rides]The light of the flames reflected off of the windows of the cafe for but a moment, it was beautiful almost. Then the giant monster made of darkness and evil smashed through the window, moment gone. [b][color=crimson]"Nobody said we were done shitstain!"[/color][/b] Ami cried out as she thrust her sword in the direction of the Nightmare, a pillar of flame erupting forth and incinerating several wooden chairs and tables on it's path to the strange blob. It leapt out of the way, sticking to the ceiling and emerging outside within seconds. A column of flame erupted beneath Ami as she leapt upwards, melting the concrete and asphalt beneath her as she swung upward at the Nightmare's mask.

As she sheathed her blade, a merry whistle sprung forth from her lips while she stepped through the shattered window into the cafe. No cameras, no alarms going off, the place was pretty old fashioned. She hopped over the counter with little thought and wrenched open the register drawer, stuffing cash into her pockets while snagging a muffin off the display rack. Smoke was beginning to fill the air already, not that it meant much to her. She was born in fires hotter than the fires that consumed the earth in it's infancy, this meant nothing to her. Plus her own fire couldn't hurt her, which is always nice.

Once that was said and done she was on the hunt once again, leaping from building to building, leaving scorch marks in her wake every time she jumped forward. It was hardly even twelve after all, and she had only killed 4 Nightmares. She's also looking a little low on rent, she would have to find another place to rob if she wanted to keep her electricity. Tonight, the Black Knight rode once more. And she was sacking the city.[/hider]
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[hider=Margaret White][b][color=deepskyblue]• Appearance:[/color][/b]
[hider=Regular Form][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/qLo7ZcB.jpg[/IMG][/hider]
[hider=Magical Girl Form][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/PfbYcLH.jpg[/IMG][/hider]

[b][color=deepskyblue]• Name:[/color][/b] Margaret White

[b][color=deepskyblue]• Title:[/color][/b] Judge

[b][color=deepskyblue]• Age:[/color][/b] 18

[b][color=deepskyblue]• Emblem:[/color][/b] A pendant necklace with a green emerald in its slot. The emerald is usually covered at most times, only uncovered once transformation is necessary.

[b][color=deepskyblue]• Divine Arm:[/color][/b] A holy spear seemingly made of pure ivory, surrounded by gentle winds that bring repose to those who need it most.

[b][color=deepskyblue]• Magic:[/color][/b] Wind, the magic of controlling the very air that we breath and using it to purify the world. However her wind is more of a gentle breeze, less suited for direct combat and more for healing the wounded and lost. Margaret's Wind Magic excels in healing humans from injuries caused by the darkness, simply blowing them away like they had never happened. Similarly, when used on creatures of the Darkness such as Nightmares and Dark Girls, it blows away their darkness and purifies them. While for Dark girls this is merely a temporary measure, as they are fueled by their own inner darkness, for a Nightmare this proves most deadly. She also uses the wind for more mundane purposes such as flight and limited telekinesis.

[b][color=deepskyblue]• Background:[/color][/b] Her mother always said that when Margaret was born, she cried louder and harder than any other baby in the maternity ward, only stopping once she got attention and food. She was born with a silver spoon in mouth and it showed. Born into the White family, the father being a CEO of a major Fortune 500 company, Margaret had always been guaranteed a future. This was only guaranteed further as she grew up, showing an innate talent for running a business that few could match. She excelled in learning the family trade, breezing through classwork, learning how to negotiate with foreign business men, and always engrossed in any lessons her father could spare when home. By the time she was 7 she had already learned 3 different languages, well on her way to a fourth. She could be considered the perfect businesswoman, with a heart as cold as ice and a mind as calculating as her father's. Quite unlike her sister.

Now Elizabeth was always the black sheep of the family. She simply didn't have the stomach for the ruthless corporate world, being much too kind to make any of the tough business decisions that such a life would lead. It was truly a blessing when Margaret was born 5 years after Elizabeth, showing that rare talent at the age of 6, guaranteeing that the White family would have a worthy successor. So while Margaret was taught by her father personally, Elizabeth was instead relegated to the position of maid. She would clean up after Margaret and take care of her, since that was all she was good for.

Things continued like this until Margaret turned 10, when she first realized Elizabeth was her sister. Of course she knew the fact that Elizabeth and she were related, it wasn't like it was an secret or anything. But she never truly [i]realized[/i] the fact until that one fateful day, when an act of kindness opened her eyes. It was such a simple thing, her father had not bothered to do anything for her birthday, viewing it as wasteful and unnecessary. Yet Elizabeth had scrounged up her meager savings, and bought her a cupcake to celebrate the occasion. It was such a simple thing, but it was that moment that Margaret truly began to love her sister.

The two became virtually inseparable for the next year, much to the chagrin of their father. He worried that Elizabeth's presence would soften Margaret, killing that rare talent that Margaret had shown. He had a point too, it was clear that Elizabeth had taught Margaret how to care about people other than herself, something that was anathema to the world of business. He sent Elizabeth away to a boarding school, hoping that the distance would not only separate them physically, but emotionally as well. Years passed like this, with Margaret stuck at home with only her father and Elizabeth stuck at some school with nobody who cared for her. Every night on her birthday, Margaret would wish for her sister to come back home so they could share a cupcake again, just like the old days.

Then one night, on her 15th birthday, a strange creature that spoke in static and images granted that wish. In exchange, she would protect the world from the Nightmares that plagued it. The pact was struck, Margaret had become a Magical Girl. Not a day later Elizabeth had returned, the matron of the school claiming that they were getting budget cuts and simply couldn't hold her anymore. Every time she was sent to a new school, yet not a day later some reason would crop up as to why she had to return home. Things came to a head when Margaret turned 18, getting into an intense yelling match with her father about his treatment of Elizabeth and many other things. It eventually ended with Margaret packing up her bags, all but forcing Elizabeth to come with, as they got on the first flight to Miso City, Japan. A seemingly random choice, yet fate is anything but random.

[b][color=deepskyblue]• Inventory:[/color][/b] Due to her background as the child of a family mired in wealth, Margaret has most anything anyone can ask for. One could say her precious maid Elizabeth is a part of her inventory, however Margaret would firmly disagree if anyone said so.

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