this is where the bruises come from
this is where the game gets ugly.

“Psht. You’d be fine - only maybe not selling as good dango.” She sniffs like one of those hoity-toity TV types, but they both know she’s just kidding. “Now scooch, I’ve got a couple more for the grill.” If it’d been anybody else to ask her to tag along, there’s a 50/50 chance she’d just be hanging out at the back of the stall, waiting for her shift to be over so she could track down her baobao - or Jun. But since manning this stall means getting to spend time with Kei anyway… I mean, who’s she to look a gift horse in the mouth?

While a couple dark tendrils of shadow busy themselves turning over the yaki dango already on the grill, others are prepping orders that don’t require baked dango; some are rolling dango on their skewers through matcha powder, some are coating a few skewers in red bean paste, and more. (Never let it be said that having a girlfriend with more than two ‘hands’ didn’t have its perks.)

Grill refilled, she leans back against the counter with narrowed pupils, scanning the crowds for troublemakers… or potential customers.

by sixsmith.

this is where the bruises come from
this is where the game gets ugly.

Dread.

It hangs in the air. Crisp and heavy all at once, ozone and the weight of a dark, insidious fog pressing down on the heart, the chest, the lungs.

There's a shadow in the doorway. It looms, almost twice a normal person’s height, reaching all the way to the ceiling. It is- it’s shaped like a person, but also not - a great spectral figure, the suggestion of a shape that drifts like smoke in the air, weightless and immaterial, bleeding into wisps as its limbs sway, so deep a purple it looks almost black. A dozen long, slender arms emerge from it, rising at strange angles from its body, without reason, bleeding through its form and moving of their own accord, as if not attached by skin and bone at all.

Light doesn’t pierce its body at all. The shadows are too deep and dark, and its face is nothing but a pair of piercing, ominous slits of bone white in place of eyes.

Being beneath its gaze is like being a sparrow, flying beneath the eyes of a hawk. At any moment, it feels like the oxygen might be stolen like the air, like the shadows might spill outwards like a tide and swallow everything in its path, dragging it all screaming into the dark. Stand too close to it and you can feel your skin tighten, your hair raise, like standing in the pressurized aftermath of a lightning strike.

The figure is bowed over a petite, slender body, obscured mostly from sight by the hollow, harrowing dark. It lets out a noise — a fathomless, unsettling thing that echoes throughout the room, reverberating up the spine, enough to make a person want to flinch: a deep, grinding rattle, like dried bone vibrating across the top of a sheet of tin.

Dramatic...

Fun.

And then just like that, it’s gone.

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by sixsmith.

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» LEGAL NAME: Yāojīng Suzui (妖精 yāojīng, sprite/faerie, 鈴伊 suzui, a bell)

» AKA: Yaoyao (preferred), Yao-bear (Junsuina Kanjo), Queen of Darkness (Junsuina Kanjo), Hot Topic Bitch (Gen Kurokami), Kei Hada's Worse Half (general school consensus)
» GENDER: Eh — She / Her pronouns.
» SEXUALITY: Her boyfriend. 👻

» AGE: 20

» BIRTHDATE: 3/29
» SIGN: ☼ Aries, ⇧ Scorpio, ☾ Cancer

» AFFILIATION: Student

» DEPARTMENT: Heroics
» ALIAS: Yāoguǐ the Wraith (妖鬼 yāoguǐ, lit. "strange ghost")
» OCCUPATION: 4th-year student

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[PTab=𝕃𝕆𝕆𝕂𝕊]
» HEIGHT: 182 cm / 5’11.5”
» WEIGHT: 80 kg / 176 lbs

» COLOR:

» EYE: milky lavender, no pupils -> striking violet
» HAIR: pitch black
» SKIN: tan, beauty mark under outer corner of the right (her left) eye

» FACE CLAIM

» NAME: Hinata Hyūga / Asa Mitaka / Bernadetta
» SERIES: Naruto Series / Chainsaw Man / FE:3H

Intimidating. For most people, that’s the first word that comes to mind when they see her.

Her eyes at rest are cold and dull, fathomless pools of milky lavender turned slit pupils and striking violet upon provocation, but that’s not what makes people nervous about her. Her hair is a long waterfall of pin-straight pitch-dark hair so deeply black that it seems to shine an iridescent purple when it catches any light at all, but that’s not what makes people avoid getting too close. She’s tall compared to the average girl and built like a woman who knows how to throw a punch, but that’s not what sells it.

It’s the way she carries herself; with a casually domineering sort of unflinching self-assurance that gives the impression that she’s always in control and always knows what she’s doing: exactly what she wants to be, no matter what the input or opinions of anyone around her.
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[PTab=𝕀𝔻𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕋𝕐] It’s an understatement to say that Yaoyao’s a person of extremes, burning with ice cold or searing heat in turns. She can be one tough nut to crack — hard to really get close to, but also someone you definitely don’t want to call your enemy, especially considering her nasty habit of going directly for the jugular when cornered.

That’s mostly figurative, though.

Mostly.

At least 50%.

In summary... under an icy layer of apathy and general disdain: she’s mischievous. She’s chaotic. She doesn’t waste time on things that don't interest her. She’s got a short fuse and a big temper. She’s violent. She is, on many subjects, morally apathetic. She’s protective of her own. She’s fiercely loyal, and once you’re locked into that loyalty system, would commit actual war crimes and walk across the entirety of Japan barefoot and in the rain to make you happy or keep you safe. Yaoyao is all of these things, in no particular order, and in no real degree of moderation.[/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
[PTab=𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔾𝕀ℕ]
Where to begin?

On paper, she is Yāojīng Suzui. She has always been Yāojīng Suzui, save an incident in her first year of high school that prompted a legal name change and an overhaul of her entire appearance, style, and personality. She was born in Wuhan, China, moved to Medellin, Colombia when she was 10 years old, and moved to Japan when she was 15. Fukuoka for high school where she met her current boyfriend, and then Tokyo for university.

As far as her opinion goes, that’s all you need to know.

Of course, you can ask. Yaoyao has few soft spots, and any chinks that do exist in her armor are tucked safely behind boundaries guarded by towering walls, steel wires, and vicious dogs even quicker to bite than the mistress herself. Which is a statement in and of itself. And that’s if she deigns to decide you’re worth the time and effort of letting you talk to her in the first place, which… unless there’s something of import or interest to her involved, people seldom are.

All in all, just one of the leading mythic b-----s of UA university, back for another year of terrorizing teachers and raising hell. No ‘misunderstood jerk with heart of gold and more to them than meets the eye’ nonsense going on here.

…. But sometimes - every once in a while - when Yaoyao appears to be nowhere to be found, there’ll be another young woman wandering the grounds of UA University and the surrounding city. A girl with soft lavender hair and silver eyes, looking all at once both helplessly lost and terribly alone.

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TL:DR; User can create customizable manifestations of nebulous shadow-like energy and has a sentient double comprised of the same energy with which she can switch bodies at will.


User is capable of manifesting shadow appendages that are freely customizable by her in terms of shape, size, and tangibility, and shares body with sentient double made of the same shadowy energy (shadow user). Shadow user can also freely customize their own shape, size, tangibility, etc. Shadow user and appendages do not appear to be bound by their own weight or by gravity. These shadow appendages, despite their naming, are composed of a type of ‘dark energy’ unique to the user rather than true shadows. Human and shadow can switch places at will, with the sentient double having a different physical appearance when she takes on human form. FLAVOR: Yaoyao's teeth can sharpen, becoming shark-like, either at will or when she's very angry. Her nails can sharpen and elongate as well under the same circumstances. No mechanical benefit.


✖ Bright lights hurt. A lot. Especially when they happen suddenly. They'll knock her off balance hard, making her disoriented and uncalibrated and leaving her with a killer headache to boot. Fire is even worse.

✖ As Yaoyao uses her shadow limbs, her body will start to turn inky dark from the tips of her hair, hands, and feet inward. The more of her body that's consumed by shadow, the more reckless and volatile Yaoyao gets, and vice versa.

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[PTab=𝕊𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝕊]
TALK SHIT, GET HIT. — B+

Brutal, ruthless, and unforgiving. What Yaoyao does in a fight is essentially throw herself into the fray using a melting pot of techniques, moves, and actions she’s observed and picked up from others then unceremoniously thrown into the bag of tricks under her belt. There's no real school of thought behind the way she fights, but one thing’s for sure: Yaoyao’s unpredictability can also make her an even more dangerous opponent in the thick of it.

HARDCORE PARKOUR — B+

Whether it’s puzzling out the best potential footing and handholds to let her haul ass up, over, or across a vertical route/surface or the quickest and surest path over tricky, unstable and/or moving terrain—Yaoyao has strong instincts when it comes to mobility and has the technical know-how and physical ability to be more than capable of putting those instincts into practice.

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PLAYED BY chai