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[i][color=#626464]The Whisper in the Dark[/color][/i][/CENTER]
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[color=#7e4393][b]AGE:[/b][/color]
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[color=#7e4393][b]SEX:[/b][/color]
[indent]Female
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[color=#7e4393][b]APPEARANCE:[/b][/color]
[indent]What Cirilla loses in stature, she makes up for in attitude — and heel height. She's a good five feet of spite and accessories, with just enough patience to do her makeup in the mornings, and none left over for the rest of the day. She's thin, barely escaping being sickly-so, doesn't exactly have a physique meant for physical labor. Which is why, if you ever do fight her, she'd appreciate if you dropped dead now rather than later, k? No? Okay, but don't tell her she didn't warn you, because she just fucking did.

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When transformed, the most striking change are the two bright pink horns protruding from her forehead. Her eyes also become much deeper in colour — all the better to throw death glares with. Mostly, though, she just gets a sweet new getup with just a little bit [i]more [/i]of everything; more leather, more spikes, more saturation, more reasons for her mother to roll in her grave. (Good riddance).

Oh, and she grows an inch. Or two. Arguably. Don't worry, once she knocks you on your ass, she'll look plenty tall either way.[/indent]
[color=#7e4393][b]GRIMOIRE:[/b][/color] 
[indent]A heart-shaped hair clip. 
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[color=#7e4393][b]INSTRUMENT:[/b][/color]
[indent][color=#7e4393][b]KISS & MAKE UP:[/b][/color] A black handgun with pink highlights. It fires peace offerings — or as the normies call them, bullets. They, too, are pink. There's a heart-shaped charm hanging from the trigger guard, reminiscent of her grimoire.
[b]GRADE:[/b] Silver
[b]KEYWORD: [/b] Handgun
[b]DAMAGE TYPE:[/b] Physical
[b]DAMAGE:[/b] B
[b]SPEED:[/b] C
[b]SENTINEL:[/b] E
[b]SPECIAL:[/b] [color=#7e4393]WE ARE BUT DUST AND SHADOW [/color]| Upon dealing a final blow to an enemy, calls forth a summon from their shadow. This shadow creature takes the appearance and physical characteristics of the fallen foe, but its prowess is determined the same way as a [Summon] cast, using the instrument's grade. This ability has a six second cooldown.
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[color=#7e4393][b]STYLE:[/b][/color]
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[b][color=#7e4393]HELLSPAWN:[/color][/b] Black meets pink hot enough to make your eyes bleed. If it doesn't, all the spikes will, when applied directly into your eye sockets. 
[b]GRADE:[/b] Bronze
[b]PHYSICAL:[/b] D
[b]ARCANE:[/b] D
[b]CHAOS:[/b] E
[b]SPECIAL:[/b] [color=#7e4393]STREETSIDE DEVIL[/color] | Gives the user two brightly coloured horns. They're somewhat sharp, I guess. Not enough to be truly dangerous or anything, but don't like, get close enough to be headbutted? Because she [i]will [/i]do it. Unprompted.

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[color=#7e4393][b]GENRE:[/b][/color]
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[b][color=#7e4393]FRIENDS ON THE OTHER SIDE:[/color][/b] A style all about making friends. Literally, making her own friends. If you're a monster and willing to work with her, you can be counted among that lot. If you're not, you'll be sent to the other side, fast, most likely without ever finding out what hit you. Ciri's a little camera shy that way. 
[b]GRADE:[/b] Gold
[b]ELEMENT:[/b] Shadow
[b]NOTES:[/b] [Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (4), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)
[b]SPECIAL: [/b][color=#7e4393]ABYSSUS ABYSSUM INVOCAT[/color] | Ciri has a particular affinity for the shadows, and the beings called forth from them. She can enhance her minions in two ways. She can use both of these modifications only once per operation, and they cannot be applied on the same cast.
[i][color=#7e4393]Deepen Shadow[/color][/i] / a creature summoned by the user receives a +1 rank to all of its attributes.
[i][color=#7e4393]Stretch Shadow[/color][/i] / when summoning a creature, creates a replica of them without extra mana cost. Any notes that would buff the first creature upon casting will be half as effective on the second creature. 

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[color=#7e4393][b]LEITMOTIF:[/b][/color]
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[color=#7e4393][b][s]SO[/s](ME)[s]THING[/s] ON YOUR MIND:[/b][/color] Allows the user to speak telepathically with a sentient creature whose presence she's aware of. The connection is two-way, enabling a back and forth conversation via transferred thoughts.
[b]GRADE:[/b] Silver
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[color=#7e4393][b]PR:[/b][/color]
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[b]GRADE:[/b] Bronze
[b]GEAR: [/b]Disguise (30cr), Self Defense Weapon (20cr), EMP GRenade (40cr), Medical Supplies (10cr)
[b]SPECIAL: [/b] [color=#7e4393]Leg Up in the Race[/color] | Do almost 4 inch heels count as a backup weapon? Cause they should. 
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[color=#7e4393][b]BACKUP:[/b][/color]
[indent]n/a
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[color=#7e4393][b]FACTION:[/b][/color]
[indent]Maverick Alternative
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[color=#7e4393][b]TRIVIA:[/b][/color]
[indent]In one way or another, monsters have always been part of Ciri's life, even before she knew they existed. Her parents worked in the field, her mother as an esper, father as an IT guy behind the former's operations. The two worked tirelessly to keep the city safe, and were well-respected by their peers. Or that's what Cirilla has since heard, anyway. If you ask her?

They fucking sucked.

In over their heads from the start, they were a prime target for monsters seeking to cultivate their misery crop, and before they realized it, they had become prey to the very things [i]they [/i]were supposed to hunt. And young Ciri bore the brunt of it. It was, after all, easier to blame the wailing little shithead that had forced them to divert so much of their attention and time from their budding careers than to admit to being shit at their jobs, or something.

Luckily for Ciri, she made a friend early on. A friend no one believed existed at first — children did have wild imaginations, and regular humans, particularly such young ones, weren't supposed to be able to perceive monsters, let alone [i]befriend [/i]them. Her friend was a large hound of some kind, big and fluffy and somehow able to fit into every shadow in her room all at once. Its where It lived, away from prying eyes and the light of the day.

Until one evening that Ciri cannot properly recall. She remembers her mother yelling, remembers her parents looking at her friend as if It was something bad, and then remembers them lunging for her, weapons in hand. She remembers she thought she would die, and that she didn't, because her friend was there. And then her parents were not.

Because It fucked them up. 

For the next few years, Ciri grew up among monsters, though she couldn't really tell them apart from regular humans — yet apparently, there was supposed to be a huge gap between them and actual humans. Because, as it turns out, killing monsters was fair game, but apparently the opposite was not. 

Ciri was eventually "rescued" from her "predicament" by GEMINI espers who, upon checking her information, realized she was related to one of their own. They handed Ciri her mother's old grimoire, which had since turned into a regular old hair clip, unresponsive to anyone's attempts to draw power from it. As a memento, they said, and brought her back to live among humans. They aided her in her daily tasks, trying to help her find a house she could call a home.

What they didn't realize was that she'd already had a home. And they'd burned it to the ground. 

[i]Assholes.[/i]

So when it turned out that in her hands her mother's hair clip turned into an active grimoire once more, it wasn't the GEMINI she joined, like her late parents had wished. It was their complete opposite; the Maverick Alternative. 

It followed her. Because wherever she goes, It follows, like a shadow. 

Good. After everything, she owes It her entire lifes's worth of hot mana meals. Thankfully, it's not like she's about to run out of misery anytime soon. The world's kinda shit like that.
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[hider=Footnote][color=silver][center]20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | [s]So[/s](ME)[s]thing[/s] On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil 
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (4), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 1000[/center][/color][/hider]