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• Name: Aki Yukimura
• Title: Snow Cat
• Age: 15
• Emblem: An old cat collar that she wears as a bracelet
• Devil Arm:  Aki uses a pure white and pale blue katana of ice that can come and go as she wills it. It is decorated with ribbons and lace on its hilt.
• Magic: Obviously she has the ability to conjure and manipulate snow. Her magic snow can be used to break her fall, create cute snow minions, build defensive structures, and obstruct enemy vision. 

• Background 2.0:   Aki’s abilities came soon after her mother’s death. Her mother, Yuki Yukimura, was severely depressed and committed suicide when Aki was around 13. It was shortly after the funeral that a mascot came to her and granted her with her magic. She could have very easily become corrupted right away due to the bitterness that could've been in her heart; but instead of being bitter at the world though, Aki herself felt guilty for her mothers death, seeing herself as the reason. She decided she would use her powers to repent and smite the world of the evil that plagued it. She now lives with her grandmother, the only person who knows of her secret identity. 

sample post 2.0: Cold, Aki was always cold both during and after her battles. Even when sweat dribbled down her brow due to exertion they would soon freeze into teardrop shaped crystals. She was covered in those crystals by the time she returned home, dawn just about to break as she entered his bedroom through the second story window.
	She collapsed as soon as she touched the ground, magical form deteriorating as she did so. She was so tired, all she wanted to do was sleep; but she had school in less than two hours. And while a part of her didn’t want to go, a part of her just wanted to stay home and decompress after hours of midnight work. However a larger, stronger part  of her new deep down that she do whatever she needed to do to be the best person she could be, no matter what the cost was to her stability.
	After another moment of trying to control her ragged breathing the Albino hesitantly stood. Walking as best she could on her tiptoes, her feet screaming as she did, Aki made her way out of her room and down the rickety wooden stairs of her grandmother’s old home, wincing as the ancient wood creaked and squeaked. It was a blessing that her grandmother wasn’t waiting up for her, Aki couldn’t risk waking her up now. She was already such a burden to the aging women, she hated how she had to live there, hated how her grandmother was trying so hard to take care of her when the woman should be taking care of herself. Was Aki really worth that much? It didn’t seem likely. And sometimes the old woman’s way even angered her. Aki wasn’t her responsibility, why did she have to care so much?
	Using her phone as a flashlight Akin maneuvered her way through the barely lit kitchen. If she was quick then she could make breakfast for herself and her grandmother before showering, and then making it to school on time. Then if she planned and worked hard enough she could get all her homework and studying done, followed by her chores, and still have time to surf the internet before going out for the night. It was a highly unlikely goal but it was the goal that got her by every single day. Vaguely, as she set the teapot on the burner, she wondered when her personal goals became so few and miniscule compared to her desires for the rest of the world; she honestly could remember. It didn’t matter though, none of it matter. All she had to do was keep doing the right thing.
Aki moved the teapot a second before it was about to let out its ear piercing shriek, making it so that the only audible sounds in the quiet house were her own sign-resigned sigh, and the beginning of traffic outside.