[center][hider=Deishuu, Tsuruga - Dark Magical Girl Tenshi] [center][hider=Casual Appearence][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/D0nt6ed.jpg[/img][/center][/hider][/center] [center][hider=Pre-Corruption][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/eGJBJIC.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] [hider=Post-Corruption][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/M3IClYe.jpg[/img][/center][/hider][/center] [b][color=slategray]• Name:[/color][/b] Deishuu, Tsuruga [b][color=slategray]• Title:[/color][/b] Tenshi [b][color=slategray]• Age:[/color][/b] 16 [b][color=slategray]• Emblem:[/color][/b] The skeleton of wings stretching from the nape of her neck to her shoulders. [b][color=slategray]• Devil Arm:[/color][/b] Before corruption Tsuruga only had one wing of peerless white feathers. With only the one she could fight but never fly, bound to the earth save the occasional glide. Post corruption, the flesh has given way to metal and the wing now has a twin. An infinitely more aggressive form, and one that brought the freedom of flight without restriction to her. [b][color=slategray]• Magic:[/color][/b] Repulsion, the magic of expelling objects with greater force as they drew nearer to her Devil Arm and self. Pre-corruption it was a handy defense and could crush nightmare's if activated in close range. Post-corruption and Tsuruga can repel herself into the skies, rejecting the air beneath or around her to sharply change direction and maneuver, while her mechanized wings can utilize it to confer greater force behind blows. It functions consciously and can only be maintained for a second at peak force before rapidly diminishing, meaning it can't function as an automatic defense. [b][color=slategray]• Background:[/color][/b] Paranoia. Anxiety. Mistrust. Characteristics held close to Tsuruga's chest, keeping her mind ill at ease and her heart roiling even as the moon hangs high. An irrational fear of the unknown and known has dominated her as long as she could recall, growing steadily with the passing years till the innocence of youth was left behind and she found her teenage years consumed by self doubt. Every perceived misstep lingered just beyond the forefront of her mind, waiting for a moment's carelessness to slip forward as fresh and clear as when they'd occurred. Tiny, inconsequential faux-pas that accumulated into chains upon her person. Powerless against her own irrational mind she smiled and suffered with the same breaths, taking what she could even when it was ash upon her tongue. Hardly sleeping, hardly living, caught in a limbo of concern that overwrite any triumph with past failings like so many un-buried corpses whose stench has soiled the earth around her. It was something she reconciled herself, resigned to the function of her being with no recourse but to either carry on or collapse, and the later was far from appealing. She could make peace with the absence of peace, till a tv-headed mascot approached her with an offer even her rampant mind couldn't have worried her over. An offer so alien it drowned out all other concerns, stilled her heart, and brought a clarity that was wholly alien yet welcome. A one winged angel of justice took to the streets, banishing literal Nightmare's that could be seen, grappled, and destroyed. The catharsis of a physical enemy that Tsuraga could engage with was refreshing and for a time, it was enough. Just enough, to silence her quivering heart and let her collapse into blissful exhaustion at the end of each night. Day to day life felt so inconsequential compared to her nightly pursuits they hardly bothered her for a time. But familiarity is a funny thing. With repetition it comes and makes what was once exciting pedantic, and the constant grind of nightly battles with no conclusion robbed her of her fragile surety. Cracks splintered outwards, and she desperately tried to patch them with greater effort, throwing herself into the hunting of Nightmare's till she didn't care an iota for those she was supposed to be protected. To be faster, stronger, and better then she was before. To outrun her failings with little more then a wing and a prayer was impossible. Tsuruga Deishuu didn't know when she fell. When the feathers fell away and cold metal took their place. [center]She thought it happened in her sleep.[/center] [center][hider=Sample Post]It's a well established notion that human's don't look up. It takes effort to encourage the neck to bend that far back. Thus she could feel remarkably alone hanging amid the clouds over Miso city, the air frigid and thin this high up. Tsuruga knew being a magical girl gave her some added resilience to the elements so she didn't question her ability to linger even as the wind tore at her exposed skin. It was grounding to be ensconced in the physicality of it all, her fingers splayed wide at her sides as the air pressed against it with enough force to almost fool her into believing another hand had intertwined with her own. She released a breath, a briefly lived wisp of cold air swiftly dashed against her cheek as she craned her head back. The moon was shrouded by even higher clouds, meaning there was no light to catch off her wings to be glimpsed down below. Not that anyone normal could even see her, but they were beneath her notice till the sun rises and she is forced to suffer beneath their gaze. Tsuruga's eyes snapped open as her spine followed her backwards tilt, turning her entire body till she suddenly plummeted fully inverted. Talons of air pierced her through and through, yet her wings were unerring and the most minute of twitches on their part kept her fall straight and true. A mob of nightmare's grazed oblivious to this, bearing all the awareness of grazing cattle. The whistle of wind hadn't even reached them before a missile struck with force enough to fracture the earth and flatten the center of the horde in a broad circle. Tsuruga hovered a feet off the ground, her hair buffeting as a flap of her wings righted her to the earth's orientation and she landed softly upon the crater. [color=slategray]"Tch."[/color] Her teeth sank sharply into her tongue as her gaze flicked away in disgust, the nightmare's advancing without concern for the other's sudden eradication. [color=slategray]"Too soon. Not enough force for the entire group."[/color] Tsuruga could do better. She [i]had[/i] to do better, if only for herself. Working her hand across her scalp she threw her hair back, radiating contempt as darkness crept across her boots and the Nightmare's slid close enough to subsume her... A beat of her wings, the crater expanded, and she returned to her vigil amidst the clouds. 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