Thanarosa

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Before Kasumi knew it, the battle was over. It was a short, brutal affair. The rose in her hand had completely wilted from the abuse and strain, she unceremoniously threw it aside. Completely unlike the fights from the shows of her youth, so far along ago. She and Mizuki always watched that show together every Saturday morning... what was it called again? She was suddenly jostled out of her recollection as a white haired girl tapped a staff against her shoulder. She flinched back reflexively and almost lashing out, but she managed to stop herself. A surge of energy, different from before flowed through her. It didn't do anything for the pain, which was reaching searing levels, but it helped. The comforting warmth brought her back, and as everyone else began to talk about things, she faded away from the world.

A warm summer day, the scent of pollen thick in the air. Soft, gentle arms wrapped around her as they both gazed into the sky. Cloudy, yet still bright and oddly tranquil despite the noise. No words, just content relaxation and the doomed hope that the moment would last forever. Her worries melted away, all those insignificant little things as the two sisters stared at the sky and watched the world go by. Hands clasped together, a soft, faint light growing from the palm of her hands. Snapping back into reality, she looked down at her hands and let out a small gasp as a pulse of violet light came forth. She watched as her flesh knitted itself back together, yet despite the grotesqueness of the act, she felt no pain. Instead, there was the faint feeling of knowing everything would be alright, unyielding but not harsh. Once the sensation passed, it occurred to her that she should introduce herself.

"You should be polite to everyone! Even if you just met them."

Standing a little straighter, she turned to the two girls and said, "My name is Yonaga Kasumi, it is nice to meet you all. Thank you for the assistance in the fight." Not exactly the most stellar greeting in the world, but it would have to do for now. It had been a long time since she had needed to greet someone politely, rusty memories of etiquette training trying to remember it all. After her greeting, she gave a quick glance around and truly took in the destruction the battle caused. Giving a polite, nervous smile, she started again, "Should we be start leaving now? I can't imagine this place will be as empty after all the noise from the battle"

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Danger. A foreboding sense of dead washed over Kasumi as she strikes towards a Vice. Turning around, she just catches a glimpse of a shadow over her becoming undone by a burst of light. Too slow. She was too slow, and too weak. Once again, she had to rely on others when they weren't enough. She needed to be faster, stronger, more than human. It was why she became a magical girl after all. Looking at the rose in her hand, the petals shimmered. She ripped out a pinch and swallowed them, the crystals turning back into liquid. Instantly, she felt a surge of power. The small exertion she felt from running and fighting melted away, and left only conviction. She would kill them all.

Her stance shifted, knife slipping into a reverse grip. She charged forward recklessly, emboldened by the fire in her lungs. Her slashes and stabs turned into vicious tears and lunges. What little semblance of technique she had quickly discarded for all out offense. As she dove in and out of the mob of shadows, wounds gradually made their way onto her. Small, insignificant cuts and scrapes at first, but quickly turned into slashes and gouges. After a few skirmishes, she dove out of the fray. The adrenaline had started to wear off slightly, and she could feel a small, pulsing ache throughout her body. Taking a small moment to look over herself, she was was covered in scratches, cuts and blood was flowing freely. Logically, she knew it was time to take a small breather and find a way to recover and mend herself. But then she looked at everyone else. They were battling the shadows, slicing them to ribbons, magic flying through the air, slivers of dark crystals littering the ground. They too, had been granted the power of the Keepers, the power to make things right. Taking a shuddering breath, she grabbed the remaining petals and took a bite. Staggering to her feet, she gripped the once beautiful rose tightly and dove into the chaos once more.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Kasumi stormed out of her school. For the first time since she became a Magical Girl, she was going to hunt. To become stronger, to take a step closer to her goal. The surrounding students quickly made way for the girl, not wanting to be caught on her warpath. She didn't give any indication that she noticed, or cared. Her Keeper had given her a mission. There was a particularly thick presence of Vices somewhere in the industrial district. There was a good chance that others would be there on the scene, her Keeper had explained. It would be a good chance to gauge whether or not she wanted to try and form a team or continue alone. Kasumi spent majority of the train ride in silence, thinking about the upcoming hunt ahead.

Her regular visit to the hospital was cancelled, the doctors were going to attempt another treatment that was doomed to fail. That news didn't bother her as much as it would have before, because now she could do something about her sister's condition. She opened her phone and called a taxi to the industrial district. Her parents were well used to her absences, coming home at midnight wouldn't be a problem. If they hadn't run away yet, like they abandoned Mizuki.

Stepping out of the car, Kasumi was instantly struck with how heavy the atmosphere was. Considering how miserable the place looked, she was surprised that the whole district hadn't turned into one giant Vice blob. Still, she could sense the tingle of magic and other odd noises somewhere to the north east. Perhaps some others had already started the fight, regardless, she quickly transformed and rushed off to the sounds of battle.

Upon arriving, she could see three girls battling with... something. A Vice, probably. She had never actually seen a one before but knew they could take all sorts of shapes. So it could be a particularly ugly magical girl against 3 Vices, but she doubted that was the case. Regardless, it was her time to make a difference. Amidst the excitement, she didn't notice how hard she was clenching her hand, thin streams of blood flowing from the wounds in her palm. A thought later, a dainty rose formed from her bloody palm. A thorn the size of her forearm protruding out of the top, sharp and with a terrible sheen. Now, that took care of first blood, she wanted second blood as well. Aiming at the smaller figures to the side, she leapt into the fray with a knife in her hand and an excited grin on her face.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Kasumi

Name: Kasumi Yonaga
Age: 14
Appearance:

Civilian

Transformed

Mana Crystal: A small, purple bead attached to a tattered, grey scarf.
Virtue: Responsibility | The world failed her. I lost her, so I'll bring her back.
Magic:
In Her Presence | Kasumi treasures every memory spent with her sister, and can manifest it into the world as a pulse of light, originating from her clasped hands. Anyone that comes into contact with the pulse will be healed. The more precious the memory, the more powerful the healing is. Each time this ability is cast, the memory used gets just a little fainter.

My Thousand Worries Weep Away | Clenching her fist hard enough to break skin, the drawn blood flows into the shape of a rose then crystallizes. The deeper the wound, the larger the flower. Anyone that ingests its petals will feel a surge of power flowing through their veins, granting immense pain resistance and enhanced physical capabilities. The rose has only one thorn, protruding from the center of the petals. Said thorn is unusually large and sharp, resembling the blade of a knife.

History:
Kasumi was born to a fairly affluential family, being born 2 years after their first daughter, Mizuki. Naturally, the two became inseparable. Kasumi looked up to her elder sister and never really made friends in her own age group, though she did get along reasonably well with her sister’s friends. However, when Kasumi was 13, tragedy struck as Mizuki began to feel ill. Her health took a rapid, unexplainable downturn and she fell into a deep coma that no one could rouse her from. Kasumi became borderline catatonic, barely paying attention to the world around her. She began to drift from the world, fading into the background. A few months later, that changed when the resident class weirdo had started to talk about some strange things, about creatures from another realm that would steal away people’s souls for some nefarious purpose. While dismissed by the other class members as being another one of her wild conspiracy theories, Kasumi took notice. If that girl knew more, perhaps she could find a way to save her sister.

After school, she stayed behind to talk with the other girl and using a little gentle persuasion, had learned absolutely nothing. In a foul mood, she left to the hospital to visit her sister. No progress, no changes, absolutely nothing. The hospital staff were worthless, the girl was worthless, everyone was worthless. When she returned home that night, she caught a glimpse of something outside her window. On a whim, she grabbed the scarf that her sister knitted for her all those years ago, and went for a walk. She left behind her phone, wallet, almost everything. Just the scarf and the clothes on her back as she walked through the eerily quiet streets of Kaigo City. Eventually, she tired and found a place to sit in a bus stop. While she hadn’t noticed because of her movement, it was an oddly cold night. Wrapping herself in the scarf, she closed her eyes and began to drift away. It was then that she heard a voice right besides her, a Keeper. She learned about Vices, and about the girls that fought against them. At that moment, she knew what needed to be done. The others couldn’t do anything, of course they couldn’t. They lacked the power, so she would obtain it, through any means necessary. She would need to do it with her own two hands, to find the Vice that stole her sister and bring her back. It had to be possible, her sister used to say that nothing was impossible, and she was never wrong. She couldn't be wrong.

Other: Has a special designer jacket that she wears often. Her sister had a matching outfit.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Made some changes. Went with the bead idea for the mana crystal and the rose from Weep now doubles as a weapon.

@LuckyBlackCat@NiceSpice

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Meguca complete. Let me know if anything needs to be changed.

Kasumi

Name: Kasumi Yonaga
Age: 14
Appearance:

Civilian

Transformed

Mana Crystal: A small, purple bead attached to a tattered, grey scarf.
Virtue: Responsibility | The world failed her. I lost her, so I'll bring her back.
Magic:
In Her Presence | Kasumi treasures every memory spent with her sister, and can manifest it into the world as a pulse of light, originating from her clasped hands. Anyone that comes into contact with the pulse will be healed. The more precious the memory, the more powerful the healing is. Each time this ability is cast, the memory used gets just a little fainter.

My Thousand Worries Weep Away | Clenching her fist hard enough to break skin, the drawn blood flows into the shape of a rose then crystallizes. The deeper the wound, the larger the flower. Anyone that ingests its petals will feel a surge of power flowing through their veins, granting immense pain resistance and enhanced physical capabilities. The rose has only one thorn, protruding from the center of the petals. Said thorn is unusually large and sharp, resembling the blade of a knife.

History:
Kasumi was born to a fairly affluential family, being born 2 years after their first daughter, Mizuki. Naturally, the two became inseparable. Kasumi looked up to her elder sister and never really made friends in her own age group, though she did get along reasonably well with her sister’s friends. However, when Kasumi was 13, tragedy struck as Mizuki began to feel ill. Her health took a rapid, unexplainable downturn and she fell into a deep coma that no one could rouse her from. Kasumi became borderline catatonic, barely paying attention to the world around her. She began to drift from the world, fading into the background. A few months later, that changed when the resident class weirdo had started to talk about some strange things, about creatures from another realm that would steal away people’s souls for some nefarious purpose. While dismissed by the other class members as being another one of her wild conspiracy theories, Kasumi took notice. If that girl knew more, perhaps she could find a way to save her sister.

After school, she stayed behind to talk with the other girl and using a little gentle persuasion, had learned absolutely nothing. In a foul mood, she left to the hospital to visit her sister. No progress, no changes, absolutely nothing. The hospital staff were worthless, the girl was worthless, everyone was worthless. When she returned home that night, she caught a glimpse of something outside her window. On a whim, she grabbed the scarf that her sister knitted for her all those years ago, and went for a walk. She left behind her phone, wallet, almost everything. Just the scarf and the clothes on her back as she walked through the eerily quiet streets of Kaigo City. Eventually, she tired and found a place to sit in a bus stop. While she hadn’t noticed because of her movement, it was an oddly cold night. Wrapping herself in the scarf, she closed her eyes and began to drift away. It was then that she heard a voice right besides her, a Keeper. She learned about Vices, and about the girls that fought against them. At that moment, she knew what needed to be done. The others couldn’t do anything, of course they couldn’t. They lacked the power, so she would obtain it, through any means necessary. She would need to do it with her own two hands, to find the Vice that stole her sister and bring her back. It had to be possible, her sister used to say that nothing was impossible, and she was never wrong. She couldn't be wrong.

Other: Has a special designer jacket that she wears often. Her sister had a matching outfit.