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[i][url=https://i.imgur.com/KVUhh09.png]Sυɳɾιʂҽ Bυɾɳ Bɾιɠԋƚ! Tɾυҽ Hҽαɾƚ Zҽɳʂԋιɳ![/url][/i]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNP5tJj0oKE]𝄞[/url]
[h1][b][color=fff200]M[/color][/b]aruda [b][color=fff200]Z[/color][/b]en[/h1]
[sub]15 y/o | 5'3 | 117 lbs[/sub][/center]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2mQxEtNgA0]“The best medicine tastes the worst. So clench your teeth.”[/url]

What can one person do to save the world? Start by saving those around them. And as the magical girl in charge of protecting perhaps the busiest place in Tokyo while [i]also[/i] balancing her life as your average cute Japanese schoolgirl, Zen certainly has her hands full. That’s not something that ever gets her down though, especially not when she has a moment to remember all the people’s she’s managed to help during her three-year tenure as a magical girl contracted to Shennong. Just as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3ywqBi0BEc]Bianka Ataegina, Hero of Iberia,[/url] wielded a holy sword forged by all those whose lives she’s touched, Maruda Zen was a girl who found meaning in forming connections with others. Sometimes it was awkward, being mistaken for someone’s daughter before she punched the alcohol out of their systems. Other times it was hella fun, giving an injured athlete a chance to participate in the last game of their high school career.

There was misery of course. Beneath the veneer of lively nightlife and lightspeed business transactions, there was darkness enough to suffocate a child who still lived with her parents. And beyond Shibuya, the world continued to trudge towards self-destruction whilst pursuing self-satisfaction. Her fist could fix hearts, but her fist could only reach as far as her arm.

There were times where Zen would skip school and spend the day cocooned in her blankets. Times where she’d skip food and sleep out of adolescent anxiety. Times where she’d wear a mask so she didn’t have to smile. But in the end, she would always leave her cocoon, eat her meals, dream sweet dreams, and remove her mask. Because, with her youthful vim and vigor, with her immaturity and audacity, her simplistic view of the world and her desire for a better one, Zen would always find hope once more.

Zen is tough. And when the apocalypse comes, she’ll be even tougher than she is now, her golden heart beating its ardent brilliance and her clenched fist blessed to heal rather than destroy.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyjSmeTfWFM]“Even in the darkest nights, remember! The sun always rises, and justice always wins!”[/url][/indent]
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[color=fff200][b]Patron Tool[/b][/color][indent][sub]A bracelet with twenty-seven wooden beads, warm and smooth to the touch. Each individual bead has a faint, yet distinct smell, ranging from the smell of rain-drenched earth to the aroma of smoldering herbs.[/sub][/indent]

[color=fff200][b]Patron Weapon[/b][/color][indent][sub]A golden heart to replace her mortal one, glowing with the brilliance of an apothecarist’s careful flame.[/sub][/indent]

[color=fff200][b]Patron Aspect[/b][/color][indent][sub]Qigong[/sub][/indent]

[color=fff200][b]Aspect Magic[/b][/color][indent][sub]Master of an esoteric martial art that in the modern era only exists as a powerless facsimile, Zen’s contract with Shennong allows her to manifest and manipulate the spiritual substance of her and others’ lifeforce, utilizing it to heal or debilitate. As a practitioner of a ‘gentle’ combat style, Zen’s Qigong can not be used to physically damage individuals, but is extremely effective in paralyzing limbs through precise strikes to pressure points, inducing enervation through palm strikes, and throwing people multiple city blocks away through…throwing them. While physical injuries are easy enough for her to heal with her Qigong, more persistent forms of harm such as magical curses, poisons, or illness, must be understood fully by Zen before she purges them, which involves afflicting herself with the same condition and recovering from it through her own capabilities.

As a side effect of the more meditative qualities of her Aspect, Zen can calm her own emotions, as well as the emotions of others, so long as they’re willing.[/sub][/indent][/hider][hider=Trivia]
[indent]Zen, despite being the Hero of Shibuya, doesn't actually live in Shibuya. Her school's there though, so that's what really matters.

While her smarts and looks are all on the average side of things, she's still 'worldly' enough from her experience as a magical girl to be the go-to mediator and counselor whenever any spicy relationship drama pops up in her class.

Her duties as a magical girl prevents her from experiencing the springtime of youth that is being passionately involved with school activities, but during lunch, Zen helps out with the Gardening Club.

Her family home is near Gokoku-ji Shrine, in Bunkyo. While her older brother's currently abroad in Spain with his girlfriend and her parents work late hours in the office where their romance blossomed, Zen doesn't really feel all that lonely. She's got her tamagotchi with her, after all.

During her earlier years as a magical girl, she had an encounter that could be considered life-changing and world-redefining.

Her favorite anime is Birdy the Mighty DECODE. GATCHAMAN Crowds comes at a close second.[/indent]
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[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNP5tJj0oKE]【S】【A】【M】【S】【A】【R】【A】☯【S】【P】【L】【I】【T】【S】[/url]

[i]The world burns to sin.

Verdure reduces to shadows against the starless black. Dead leaves fall and sea waters rise, cold quagmire drawing the wanderer to the depths. She sinks with every step, vestments muddied by mud that clung like desperate hands.[/i]

Mιʂҽɾყ υɳႦσυɳԃ, ʂυϝϝҽɾιɳɠ υɳƚσʅԃ, ʂαʅʋαƚισɳ υɳϝσυɳԃ.

[i]She drowns, slipping into fathoms so crushing her breath could not escape her lips, fathoms so elusive her hands could find no purchase. The cycle of despairs and departures sanctioned deliverance not; a single light within the dark shone merely like a spider’s thread.

And yet, ‘twas a distillation of the Moon. ‘twas a sliver of the reflected Sun. ‘twas her Truth, regalia inescapable, vesture undeniable.[/i]

Eყҽʂ ƈʅσʂҽԃ, ƚԋαƚ ʂραɾƙ ɯαʂ ҽʋҽɾ ʂσ Ⴆɾιɠԋƚ.

Sԋҽ ɠɾαʂρʂ ιƚ ƚιɠԋƚ, ԋσʅԃʂ ιƚ ԃҽαɾ, αɳԃ ʅҽƚʂ ιƚ ιɠɳιƚҽ.

[i]Drumbeats ripple within the fathoms. Heartbeats fill the void. Her hair aflame, her heart alight, the wanderer paints the depths anew, burning winds like crimson ribbons.

Scorching rays upon flaxen fields, heady glows of golden days.

Blazing leaves coat callow crags, azure charms above skyward eyes.

Drifting flakes over soundless seas, halcyon bliss in starglazed nights.

Blooming hues from tender shoots, nascent lives beneath icesurge tides.[/i]

Mιԃɳιɠԋƚ ʂυɳ Ⴆʅҽɳԃʂ ɯιƚԋ ρσʅαɾ ɳιɠԋƚ, ԃαყႦɾҽαƙ αɳԃ ƚɯιʅιɠԋƚ ɱҽʂɱҽɾιȥҽԃ.

[i]Within this paradise, within artifice, the wanderer brings her hands together twice. For the land she seeks remains out of reach and the world she dreams remains incomplete. And thus, twenty-seven lights pierce her sky, twenty-seven beads weigh her hands, twenty-seven scents remind her of where she stands.

In this insatiable and insufferable world, this world without herself.

Her Pure Land beckons, and yet… 

Sanguine eyes open.[/i]

【T】【H】【E】☯【A】【R】【H】【A】【T】☯【D】【E】【S】【C】【E】【N】【D】【S】[/center][/hider][/hider]