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[hider=Magical Girl Appearance][img]https://i.imgur.com/vaOswlC.png[/img][/hider][h1][b][color=8493ca]K[/color][/b]amogawa [color=7ea7d8]'[i]Asura[/i]'[/color] [b][color=8493ca]M[/color][/b]aiko[/h1]
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[color=8493ca][b]Age:[/b][/color] 16
[color=8493ca][b]Emblem:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/wcmsbXp.png]A large tattoo[/url], composed of scarlet ink and reminiscent of a greatsword, stretches from the base of Maiko’s neck to her lower back. In the dark, it pulsates gently to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
[color=8493ca][b]Devil Arm:[/b][/color] Once, Maiko wielded a beautiful greatsword, crafted of quicksilver and embossed with golden dragons. That sword is gone now, shattered under the pressure of her battle lust, its misshapen shards sinking into her flesh and remaking her vital organs. [url=https://i.imgur.com/bHI9YfQ.png]Her heart[/url] is nigh unbreakable, while her bones have hardened to the extent that her former armor is redundant at best, a handicap at worst.

[color=8493ca][b]Magic:[/b][/color] When she was elated with her powers as a magical girl, Maiko played with space itself, capable of freely manipulating distance and creating portals that would swallow up and redirect the attacks of her enemies. It was a highly potent defensive and counter-based fighting style. Now though, she hardly cares for her spatial sorcery, instead boosting her physical parameters and regenerative capabilities to monstrous levels.

Only one truly magical power still resides within Maiko, both a mark of her conviction and a sign of her fraying madness: [b][i]Quickstep[/i][/b], a short-range teleportation ability that brings her face-to-face with her enemies. No retreat, no escape, no ranged combat. She will always be there to beat their face in.

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She wanted to fight for more.

It was never about friendship. It was never about protecting normality. It was never about standing up for the weak. It was a fight against boredom, against a reality that threatened to swallow her whole and hammer her down. Magical girls were only magical for as long as they were ‘girls’ after all, and though her brother may have been blessed with having an ‘extraordinary’ life, Maiko’s own prospects were so much dimmer.

So before she fell apart, before she became another nail in a plank, she’ll drown herself in the boundary line between life and death, risking her sanity and her limbs to be reborn again and again in the shredded resentment of her foes.

None of her family was in harms’ way. None of her friends had met tragic ends. Her entire life was bereft of suffering, and her heart was not made of fragile innocence.

No, Maiko shattered her holy sword simply because she wanted something new.

When she clenches her fist on a night with a full moon, she clenches it not in opposition of the abnormal, but in opposition of the ordinary.

[color=8493ca][b]Inventory:[/b][/color] A cheap MP3 player and an equally cheap set of earbuds, loaded up with songs that get her blood pumping and her mind in the zone.

[hider=Sample Post]It writhed like a wingless wyrm, bubbles of tar popping from its diseased form as it slunk around the shadows, searching for succulent sorrows on that full moon night. The alleyway was dim, but not dim enough to mask the abyssal aberration that it housed, and three blocks away, Maiko had no problem at all spotting it.

It was simply the question then, of whether she should let this Nightmare grow a little bigger before reaping her harvest, or if she should take care of it now, before someone else takes her prey. Decisions, decisions, decisions. Her legs swung off the side of the roof as the nighttime breeze tousled her ashen hair. Heavy beats hammered down her eardrums, numbing the stress of the last month, while her gauntleted hands continued to clench and unclench.

Yes or no?

In her mind’s eye, the coin flipped and dropped, clattering in the void.

Yes.

The Devil’s Heart hammered against her rib cage as her toes dug into the concrete of the building. From here, it was a straight shot, and she kicked off, spider web fractures bursting from where she launched herself. A shadowed blur crossed through the starry sky with a smile, smashing into the Nightmare. It retaliated almost immediately, a dozen arachnid-esque appendages shlopping from its grotesque form to skewer the intruder.

But it was too late.

Its response had been that of a monster, not of a mortal, and by the time its counterattack began, Maiko was already laughing, grabbing fistfuls of goop and ripping the Nightmare apart. Within moments, the walls were painted black with resentment, broken appendages tossed haphazardly across the quiet alleyway. The core of the monster seeped into her soul.

She enjoyed the afterglow of violence, for just a moment.

Then, she spat out a wad of phlegm.

Fuck, that wasn’t nearly enough.

Shoulda let it grow after all.[/hider]
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