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[b]» NAME:[/b] Yāojīng Suzui (妖精 yāojīng, [i]sprite/faerie,[/i] 鈴伊 suzui, [i]a bell[/i])
[blockquote][b]» AKA:[/b] Yaoyao (preferred), Yao-bear (Junsuina Kanjo)
[b]» GENDER:[/b] Eh — She / Her pronouns.
[b]» SEXUALITY:[/b] Her [a href="https://ffjmyheroacademiarp.proboards.com/thread/144/"]boyfriend[/a]. 👻[/blockquote][b]» AGE:[/b] 19
[blockquote][b]» BIRTHDATE:[/b] 3/29
[b]» SIGN:[/b]  ☼ Aries, ⇧ Scorpio, ☾ Cancer[/blockquote][b]» AFFILIATION:[/b] Student
[blockquote][b]» DEPARTMENT:[/b] Heroics [3rd year]
[b]» ALIAS:[/b] Yāoguǐ the Wraith (妖鬼 [i]yāoguǐ[/i], lit. "strange ghost")
[b]» OCCUPATION:[/b] Tattoo Artist Apprentice[/blockquote][b]» THEME:[/b] [a href="https://youtu.be/0_fU6zwRpGs?si=amTKmBWrTOc0310B"]🎼[/a][/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
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[b]» HEIGHT:[/b] 180 cm / 5’11”
[b]» WEIGHT:[/b] 80 kg / 176 lbs

[b]» COLOR:[/b][blockquote][b]» EYE:[/b] milky lavender, no pupils -> striking violet
[b]» HAIR:[/b] pitch black
[b]» SKIN:[/b] tan[/blockquote][b]» FACE CLAIM[/b][blockquote][b]» NAME:[/b] Hinata Hyūga / Asa Mitaka / Bernadetta
[b]» SERIES:[/b] Naruto Series / Chainsaw Man / FE:3H[/blockquote] 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][table style="width:450px;"][tbody][tr][td style="padding:3px;"][b]» POSITIVES:[/b][blockquote]👻 assertive
👻 loyal
👻 resourceful
👻 dauntless
[/blockquote][/td][td style="padding:3px;"][b]» NEGATIVES:[/b][blockquote]😈 headstrong
😈 crass
😈 temperamental
😈 mischievous
[/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:3px;"][b]»LIKES:[/b][blockquote]👻 chocolate
👻 spicy food
👻 birds
👻 The Tea™.
[/blockquote][/td][td style="padding:3px;"][b]»DISLIKES:[/b][blockquote]👿 white chocolate
👿 big bodies of water
👿 seafood
👿 small, closed spaces
[/blockquote][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] 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}]
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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 [a href="https://i.imgur.com/A0OvrSn.png"]girl[/a] with soft lavender hair and silver eyes, looking all at once both helplessly lost and terribly alone.

[div align="center"][spoiler][font face="arial"]hint.
[a href="https://ffjmyheroacademiarp.proboards.com/post/1099"][img alt="ask your demons where they came from, and they'll open their eyes and start to remember what they were protecting." style="max-width:100%;" src="https://i.imgur.com/MIpnO2d.jpg"][/a]

[i]("ask your demons where they came from
and they'll open their eyes
and start to remember
what they were protecting.")[/i][/font][/spoiler][/div][/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
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[div align="center"][font face="courier new"]TRANSFORMATION / EMITTER — C+[/font][/div]
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.

[div align="center"][font size="5"][b]тωιи ѕнα∂σωѕ[/b][/font][/div]
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.

[div align="center"][b]DRAWBACKS[/b][/div]
[b]✖[/b] Bright lights hurt. A [i]lot[/i]. 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.

[b]✖[/b] 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.

[b]✖[/b] Spreading your awareness across a broad range of parts and locations can become incredibly confusing if you're not careful. The greater the number of shadow appendages the user has manifested, the harder it gets to tell where she ends and the shadows begin.[/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
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[div][table][tbody][tr][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#7a19d3"]» AWARENESS — B+[/font][/b]
The kind of girl who, if you try to sneak up on her, [i]will[/i] choose fight over flight. Vehemently.[/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#5a43d2"]» VITALITY — C+[/font][/b]
You ever heard of something called a 'pursuit predator'? (Everyone gets tired eventually.)[/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#5a43d2"]» DURABILITY — C[/font][/b]
More or less as squishy as anyone else, but that sure as hell won't stop her. [/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#7a19d3"]» SPEED — D+[/font][/b]
She's a runner, she's a track star - and she's coming for your ass. Run.[/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#7a19d3"]» DEXTERITY — D+[/font][/b]
No surgeon, but can and will still cause problems on purpose. Gleefully, in fact.[/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#5a43d2"]» STRENGTH — B+[/font][/b]
[i]Can and [b]will[/b] [/i]knock your teeth out on purpose.[i] [/i]Without an ounce of hesitation. At all. [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table]
[div align="center"][b]Limit Breakers: 5 Available | 0/45 Used[/b][/div][/div][/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]

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[b]TALK SHIT, GET HIT. — (C-)[/b]
[blockquote][div align="justify"]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.[/div][/blockquote][b]HARDCORE PARKOUR — (D+)[/b]
[blockquote][div align="justify"]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 is currently working on putting them into practice with her own unique spin on things.[/div][/blockquote][/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]

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[b]GEAR 1 — (D-)[/b]
[blockquote][div align="justify"]Placeholder[/div][/blockquote][b]GEAR 2 — (D-)[/b]
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[attr="class","likedoinfo"]LINK TO COMPLETED CHARACTER SHEET: my idiot daughter as requested
LINK TO LOCKER ROOM: into the thunderdome ohboy
OTHER: yet another instance of having to replace all my images because discord has stopped supporting images on other sites :')

“Kissing does not get people pregnant, Jun, holy f-“ Ugh. Yaoyao drags her hands down her face. Her thankfully free hands, now that Jun’s relieved her of that painfully fragile, squishy little miniature person. “Juju, please, I only got a human body like five years ago and even I know how babies work. How do you - how did you pass junior high health?”

Even as she’s talking she moves over and behind Jun, pulling the stray strands of hair back and undoing Jun’s hairtie to redo the whole thing more securely. “I love you, but seriously? Am I gonna have to give you the talk? We’re almost twenty, you can not be for real wth this.”

There’s a pit in her stomach growing by the second. Even as she tries to ignore the too-small dimensions of the place, the cacophony of squeaks and squeals and screeches that seems somehow louder for all that Lili’s successfully quieting them one by one — she can’t escape the feeling that the walls were pressing in on her, somehow. Closer and closer, but by bit, crushing inwards — except they’re not. She knows they’re not, because Baobao isn’t reacting, so it’s got to be all in her head. Has to be. He’d have said something if it isn’t, he wouldn’t just let her think she’s crazy. But fuck if everything inside these four walls isn’t driving her crazy.

Even that employee’s stupid, sneering expression, something that usually would be a waste of her energy to even pay attention to — even that nothing annoyance is grating on her, but she reels her temper in. Breathes through it like a big girl. Can’t go flying off the handle now— just a few more minutes, probably, to solve whatever’s going on and then they can be outta here.

She can’t wait to be outta here.

Baobao’s looking confused - not about the walls, though. What- oh. “He thinks ‘m gonna steal something.” She doesn’t bother lowering her voice; she hasn’t done anything wrong. So she delivers the explanation in the same matter of fact tone she’d use to read out the weather forecast. It’s no surprise to her. She knows what she looks like, bad news dressed up in black and leather and fishnets, topped with dyed hair and enough metal in her ears and face to set an airport security checkpoint screaming. But she’s used to it. People have their prejudices. “Don’t sweat it, baobao. Just stand back. If this pipe does something stupid when I break it, I don’t want it hitting you.”

In most cases, she’d have been fully conscious the second she heard footsteps coming toward the door, sleeping or not. That’s the unfortunate downside of taking naps in her boyfriend’s room: she feels safe. Hypervigilance or whatever Lili’s old therapist called it? Out the window. It’s been long enough that sometimes she even dares sleep with her back turned toward the entrance as long as he’s in the same room.

Not today, though. Today she’s under several stuffed animals and a plush red bearded vulture, having piled them on top of herself for the sheer sensory comfort of being a little bit buried, half curled up, on her side towards the door, fast asleep.

Or she was.

Yaoyao?

Mmmfgghf.

There’s a, um… you might want to wake up.

Mmgfhfffffghhhhh.

I know, but… I mean, it’s really - you should really—

BANG!

The door slams shut and she is wide the f-ck awake in the span of a single instant.

There’s only one person who’s allowed to slam that door, but never does. She knows, because that person is her, and she’d never slam baobao’s door because he hates that shit and it’d give him a heart attack and a half. It’s a rule. A Yaoyao rule. No slamming Kei Hada’s door.

Who the f-ck just slammed Kei Hada’s door?

Her bleary eyes take a beat and a half to readjust to the sudden light. A beat too long - there’s footsteps heading for the bed (who the hell is has made the mistake of being confident (read: stupid) enough to make an open beeline for HER BOYFRIEND’S BED?) and. And suddenly a tiny person occupying half her space(?). Talking into her boob like it’s a pillow(??). Muttering some gibberish about attractive women(???).

Their mistake.

Her nails are sharp on a good day, but with shadows swallowing up her hands they’re more talons than anything else, sharp and wicked - as she looks down, takes a fistful of the runt-sized stranger’s shirt black hair right at the roots, and lifts. She doesn’t even bother looking at the kid, though, nah. She looks at Kei instead, and gives her little hostage a minor shake.

“Curb?”

Yaoyao, please, you can’t just grab people by the hair like—

They barged in on MY nap. I’ll grab whatever the hell I damn please.

Honest to god, Yaoyao isn’t sure which part of that to address first. Jun thinking kissing gets you pregnant (well—), Jun thinking Yaoyao’s grip on the small human in her grasp is anywhere near acceptable, or the part about Jun’s mom being mad at her - what could Jun’s parents possibly be mad at her for? Boat model obsession aside, Jun is practically a model student. Well. Mostly. Okay, Yaoyao doesn’t pay that much attention to how people are doing in school but she’s pretty sure Jun isn’t failing anything, so what’s there to complain about — screw it, none of that matters right now.

“Juju, for the love of f■ck, tell me you didn’t just ask me if I could get pregnant from holding a baby.” She’s trying to stifle her frustration, honest, she is, but god. “Forget it, just - just take the damn thing, okay? Take it. Right now. Please. Please.”

So maybe there’s a note of desperation in there. Maybe she’s a little out of her depth. Maybe, just maybe, for all that Yaoyao will proudly assert that she can do anything if she wants to do it, right now in this moment she feels depressingly in over her head. And maybe, possibly, potentially - all of it is because if there’s anything Yaoyao knows, it’s that there are all of three (maybe four) things in the world that she’s equipped to handle gently and carefully, and miniature human beings of this specific type, shape, and size, fall exactly nowhere on that list.

And maybe, even if Jun didn’t catch the distress creeping into Yaoyao’s voice, there are a couple of shadow tendrils creeping up and over her shoulders.

Yaoyao leans into Kei slightly as he moves away to look at the situation up close. She’s no coward — at least not by any stretch of her own imagination (she’s self aware enough to admit that she’s a competitive bastard and hates rolling over in front of a nice, engaging challenge) — but the prospect of confronting the source of whatever is causing all that chaos is definitely not what she signed up for on a nice Sunday afternoon. Especially with her beloved baobao in tow.

It’s tempting to ignore it. To shrug and walk away, or just stay put where it’s safe.

Not an option.

Her baobao, it seems, can never help but feel for people. Put himself in other people’s shoes. It makes him not want to say no when they ask him for help (even if it’s stupid shit they could EASILY do themselves), makes him… want to walk into pet stores full of screaming animals to make sure everything’s okay. And when he’s that way, what else is a girl who’s stupidly in love to do but be almost magnetically compelled to follow?

What, you think I’m gonna let you go in there all on your precious honor and not have your heroic little back?” She presses a kiss to the side of his head. Can’t help but be fond of him, all the time, no matter what. ”Nah, I’ll come with. Let’s just… take a peek, see what’s what.”

She knows what it isn’t: there’s no fire, no flood, and no broken cages. A cursory glance through the window is good for that much. Still, as she pushes the door open, she keeps in front of Kei, body angled between him and any finicky little creature that could happen to escape its enclosure and come barreling their way in a panic. There’s only so much damage something the size of the things in this store could do, but still. Better safe than sorry where Kei’s wellbeing is concerned.

A frazzled employee pokes her head up from where she’s trying in vain to soothe a group of frantic parakeets. “Uh - sorry, now’s not a good time, can you give us a-“ Across the small store is another employee in front of a wall of little dogs and cats - or puppies and kittens? Some of them are probably just young - going absolutely batshit in their cages. Barking and howling, some even trying to ram against the walls and doors of their tiny ‘enclosures’.

The size of the cages immediately makes her skin feel tight. Even if the animals within are small enough to fit, the cages can’t be… what, more than a foot and a half across, at most? And now that she thinks about it- there’s no way all of these animals are young enough to be that small. There’s at least two dozen of them.

The employees are saying something, but the words don’t register for a good second before she shakes her head, forces herself to snap out of it. (If her hold on Kei’s hand tightens a little, that’s between the two of them.)

Is the place smaller than it looked in the photos, or is that just her?