Post by Sayuri Ito on Dec 11, 2011 22:35:25 GMT -5
Sayuri Ito
Name:[/color] Sayuri Ito
Age:[/color] Seventeen; birthday is September 17th
Gender:[/color] Female
Sexuality:[/color] Pansexual
Occupation:[/color] Student – Second year
Alliance:[/color] Neutral
Group:[/color] Rift Shadow
Weapons:[/color] Given that Sayuri would much rather be protected or saved by others, she does not wield any high-tier weapons. She does, however, carry a pen-shaped stun gun and a box-cutter on her most of the time.
Personality:[/color]
Sayuri is a mixture of a number of things. She's sweet and talkative to those that need it. She's confident and commanding when a leader is required. She has a sense of justice, and she stands up for those that are too fearful or incapable of fighting for themselves. At least, to those unaware of the working in her mind, that's how she appears. She tries to make herself appealing. She tries to stir people to like her- to love her. In all actuality, she's really quite selfish. She could not care less if students around her were lonely, lost, or bullied. A lot of the time, she can be found, sitting in daze. She dreams about possible futures with people, trying to determine who she could possibly like the most around her.
Put simply, she's in love with love itself. She does not care who the recipient will be- not even their standing, race, age, or gender. While that may sound amiable, it's nothing of the sort. It just means she has far more options than she would otherwise. Her daydreams often include her being swept off her feet by some magnificent and powerful individual. Other times, it includes her filling the role of that hero. But, regardless, she always has a target for her affections- someone she can fill, coat, and otherwise smother with her overflowing love. At the same time, she enjoys watching couples get together; it makes her heart pound and her cheeks flush when she sees two people exchanging their romantic vows.
And it stirs up a profound jealousy.
Though she hates pain, she's willing to put herself through ridiculous amounts of it in order to draw the attention of a hero that'll come rescue her, or to slay the evils oppressing innocents. By all means, she'll play either role perfectly, but it's never an honest role. She's far from helpless. She's no innocent savior. Whether it's to snag a knight's heart or to wrap some helpless fool's heart in her strings, she plays these roles just for the chance of satisfaction that she'll have a target for her affections.
Once she has that target, she's completely faithful to them until they betray her. She's very forgiving, even willing to listen to explanations if she thinks or knows they're cheating on her. Rather, she's forgiving to that individual. The one encroaching on her romance often gets cut away in unpleasant ways. Mercilessly, at that. To her special person, she's clingy and selfish, though willing to go to a number of ends to please them and ensure that they're unable to liberate themselves from her. She's exceedingly protective and possessive- willing to protect her other from anything.
All of this is wrapped into a single young lady- or what looks like one. After all, Sayuri Ito has long since died. The doppelganger masquerading as her is a much more honest her- though very much warped. This Sayuri is willing to go to any length to snatch her happy ending, even if it means imposing nightmares, pain, and dead ends on others'.
Likes and Dislikes:[/color]
+Romance
+Heroes and Knights
+Bitter and spicy food
+Sweet drinks
+Detective fiction (for reference material)
+Other albinos
+Acting
-Liars
-Bullies
-Whores
-Anyone or anything that gets between her and her love interests
-Betrayal
-Most animals
-Especially birds
History:[/color]
The human being known as Sayuri, of the Ito family, died at age thirteen. She was unable to accept her true self, and, upon encountering her Shadow, her rejection led to her demise. The devilish cupid that her Shadow had become stole her heart- quite literally, in that a pink-hued arrow had completely destroyed the vital internal organ. That was the end of the human Sayuri. However, while this girl is dead, her story up until that point is still relevant- if only for the sake of completeness.
Sayuri was born to a happy couple in the year 1998. They worried, though only marginally, about her condition, as the girl was born an albino. They loved her all the same, but they still worried about how she would be treated in school. Years passed, and their fears were proven to be substantial. Young children possessed a very potent kind of cruelty- that that was innocent. Separation created by realization of differences proved to cut the girl off from others from her first days of school. Most of her classmates were of the most “natural” of Japanese traits- having hair of black and eyes of brown. Her skin was noticeably paler than even the sickly girl of her class. Her eyes were a pinkish red. Her hair was as white as snow.
And children could be exceedingly quick to note the differences between themselves and others, it seemed.
Though it was innocent at first, by the time the girl entered grade school in proper, some few had the lack of morals to openly bully her about her physical differences. Over time, it became the natural course of action- that, or simply not bother with speaking to her. Bullying, and occasionally being betrayed, left her with trust issues and a fear of others. Her appearance might have inspired others to respond differently to her in the beginning, but the walls she erected around herself proved to deal far more damage to her social standing than aid her.
Being young and distanced, along with a lack of proper communication with her parents, led to a number of mental developments within the girl. She wanted to feel liked. She wanted to be loved. She wanted someone to need her. She wanted to be able to depend on someone, and have them depend on her. By the book, her desire for love, at that time, was pretty much as pure as could be expected from a child. But, not all things are allowed to run their course.
Shortly after the girl turned thirteen, she had an argument with her mother. Her mentality did not change, but she finally became upset enough that, verbally, she broke loose. Momentary rebellion and dishonesty with herself led her to run away. Of course, it would be raining that day. And there would be an opening to the Rift just in her way. So she vanished without a trace to the normal human eye, and she was forced to see her Shadow. Her pure notion of love was twisted before her eyes, and with rage still in her heart, the thought that “She could live without others” was her argument in regards to the Shadow not being her.
. . . but her argument was invalid, and her rejection was evident. . .
Sayuri, the Shadow of the girl of the Ito family, was born in truth that day. She managed to escape the Rift and replaced her human counterpart, accepting a scolding from her “mother” and apologizing, while being clung to by a teary-eyed parent. And it was the next day that Sayuri's school life finally changed- for the better.
Another day, another prank, and another fool of a bully expected to bring the albino to tears. When the girl stood up and smiled sweetly while stepping closer, there was a slight stir in the room. Nobody expected that, just like they didn't expect the quick punch to the boy's nose. The boy, not ready, fell back from the sudden force to his face, drops of crimson dripping from his nose. In the secluded world of that classroom, an event that could have been compared to a revolution had just occurred. No teacher was in at the moment. That was the sole reason that the albino was able to lay out a new rule.
Sayuri was a studious girl. Certainly, with a lack of friends, she did also invest time in manga or anime, or whatever could fill that void, but she did a lot of studying, reading for the sake of increasing her knowledge. That was why, at that time, her vocabulary was slightly more. . . advanced than that of her peers.
“I've had it with you imbeciles.” She made her opening statement. “You discriminate not even by race, but by physical differences. That's really quite foolish- no, more than foolish, it's just retarded. Discrimination on this level makes you no different than some of the uncultured savages that feast on the flesh of their fellow man in the jungles of Africa or South America.” She sighed at that point and shrugged. All eyes had been on her. “No, I'm getting off of that matter; I was going off on a tangent. There's a new rule here, boys and girls. Don't fuck with Ito Sayuri.” She practically growled, her voice adopting an almost monstrous tone. The complete difference in personality compared to the meek albino that had been there just the day before was enough to add to the idea that she was, in fact, possessed- or something like it. “If someone wants to contest this rule, feel free! But, you may end up with worse than a bloodied nose.”
The rankings of power in the classroom had changed by that point, and she was, effectively, the “strongest” in that class for the rest of that school year. The next school year began, and her social “birth” truly began. She was assigned to a different class, with different classmates, for the first time in years. And it was there that a seed was planted and eventually bloomed. She had become a sort of hero in that class. She took down a long-standing bully that had apparently been oppressing whoever he wished in that class in earlier years. They had not heard of the sudden change the albino had had the previous year, so her triumph was something new to them.
And one of the bullied boys confessed to her not even two weeks later. The Shadow's heart had gone aflutter. She finally had what her human counterpart never had- something that made her not only superior to the deceased girl, but also victorious where the other failed. For a month, it seemed that everything would be fine. Her fairy tale ending would occur after graduation. They'd go to college. He'd definitely get a job immediately after graduating. They'd marry. Eventually, they'd be blessed with a child. That child would grow into a proper adult. They would grow old together. Then, one day, they would die of old age together. All the joys and sorrows of being together would be hers!
Or so she thought.
Sayuri was still thirteen when it happened. She saw the boy kissing another girl. She did not jump to conclusions, however. Perhaps it was the girl that kissed him? She confronted him about it a little later that day, and her hopes were shattered. That boy, that traitorous bastard thought that he could just move along to the next thing because he was “bored” of her? Because he didn't think they were “right” for each other? What a joke. That was silly. It had to have been a poor attempt at humor. She wouldn't laugh if he just confessed, but she'd offer a weak smile. The thing, however, was that he did not confess that it was a joke. It was reality.
And if Sayuri could not have the boy, why should that other girl? Or any other girl, or boy, for that matter?
Sayuri was intelligent, crafty, and creative. Sprinkle a little indignation and a dab of murderous wrath on top of that, and you had the potential for a perfect crime. The albino knew plenty about the boy. She knew he liked birds. That was why, when the day came that she, him, and the girl that had been taking his lips, his mind, and his soul away from Sayuri were assigned to cleanup duty, she severed her ties. Their classroom was on the second floor. Not enough to kill a boy that age, under good circumstances, but if he was falling head-first, death could be ensured.
The floor near the window was wet. The window itself was open. The tree outside had a couple of commonplace birds. The boy's eyesight was not the best, so he knew there were birds there, but not that there wasn't anything particularly special there. That's why the girl triumphed so easily that day. A simple remark about an “interesting bird” in that tree, and she had the fool running. But running on wet floors is bad. Running on wet floors when you were even more stupid, and took your footwear off, was worse, Sayuri thought to herself as the boy slid towards the open window.
“Careful!” She warned with a giggle as he slammed against the wall, the momentum not quite enough to send him over- but the force behind her hand that pushed against his back was. With a scream, he fell. With a smile, she looked to her only witness before putting away the handkerchief that kept her fingerprints off of his shirt. “This'll be our secret, right?” She asked with a purr before the wide-eyed girl's legs gave way. The young albino, despite sorely excited with the development, donned a look of distress as she screamed and ran out the room, calling for teachers, crying that her classmate had an “accident”.
And that was what the broken neck was classified as by authorities. It was a tragic accident- an example of carelessness and the possible risks it included. Only two people knew better. Sayuri was one, and she had no reason to tell anyone else any different. The other girl, however, was displaying signs of fear that, even if she did nothing, she would still be removed. Of course, that also made it much easier for the albino to break the girl's will, making her more of a pet willing to obey any order if it meant no pain. When the albino set up a noose and bucket in the girl's bathroom, the girl was no longer human- just a little cat that was too meek to say no when ordered to “do it”.
And no fingerprints were found. Just a lifeless doll hanging from a rope- a puppet hanging from clumsily large strings. No one knew that the albino had been in the room when the girl hung herself- that the albino had watched as the girl clawed at her neck in last-minute realization that she really was going to die. That she watched the girl's eyes roll back in her head, that she saw the girl lose her dignity as drool and tears ran down her face and down her neck. Nobody knew that Sayuri had been there to witness the scene. Nor that she had been smiling up at the girl like an angel out of heaven.
The death had been judged a suicide. A death inspired by sorrow and sadness that “someone dear to her” had died. Tears were shed by students, much like in the boy's death. Tears were shed even by the albino, but where everyone else cried out of sorrow, the smiling girl wept out of joy. Her weak smile, coated with tears, inspired her classmates to be strong and persevere- to remember the “good times” and be grateful for them. Naturally, that was not her intention, but she was fine with it ending on that note.
Deciding that a change of scenery may have been a good change of pace for the girl's mental health, the parents decided to relocate to Tokyo- the choice not at all influenced by the fact that the father was open for a promotion that required them to move there. Being thrust into a new environment just gave the girl a clean slate to play with as she entered high school. Though she had plenty of chances to lure someone into her lovely trap, she did find a few new toys to play with- one of which was the acting club. For someone that hid their thoughts behind a playful and happy mask, the act of hiding behind other masks came naturally. Include the fact that she was capable of throwing her voice out and memorizing large scripts, and she quickly became one of the club's “trump cards”.
Fast forward a year, and Sayuri entered her second year of high school. By then, she had a circle of friends, respectful underclassmen, and even a secret admirer or two, considering that things magically appeared in her locker every now and again. Despite all that, her desire- her dream and aspiration- had yet to be answered a second time. She was still single, unable to decide on a single person to focus on, and uncertain of who had their eye on her. To increase her chances of drawing someone out, she had been relying on both demons and Shadows, playing the helpless damsel role- right up until she was hurt enough that she became angry and fought back. She has yet to make an ally in the city's hidden side, but she's also yet to find an enemy- though that's questionably fine, for someone who could not care less about the power struggle going on.
The Other Side
Furfur of the Lovers Arcana
[/font][/color][/size]Furfur of the Lovers Arcana
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Type: Shadow-form
Skills:
-Rain of Desire – Moderate Pierce damage to all enemies; ten percent chance of inflicting Charm on targets
-Lovely Arrow – Major Pierce damage to a single target; twenty percent chance of inflicting Charm on target
-Tempest of Affection – Major Wind damage to a single target; becomes slightly more powerful for each charmed enemy there is.
-Heartstopper – Major Lightning damage to a single target; becomes slightly more powerful for each charmed enemy there is.
-Allura Phantasma – All targets, has a forty percent chance of inflicting Charm.
-Charm Boost – Increases effectiveness of Charm abilities by half.
-Null Charm – Renders Sayuri immune to Charm.
-Undying Romance – So long as Sayuri has a conscious ally or a charmed opponent on her side, this ability acts like “Enduring Soul”, preventing her from being incapacitated. In retrospect, if she's alone, this passive ability does nothing.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Nullifies Lightning and Wind. Weak to Earth and Water. In terms of stats, Sayuri's Shadow-form is actually somewhat weak. Strength and Endurance are both lacking. Luck is about average. Magic and Agility are somewhat above average.
Other info:
Furfur is a Great Earl of Hell. He is said to be a ruler over twenty-nine legions of demons. He causes the love between man and woman, summons storms and tempests, and creates lightning and thunder. He also teaches divine secrets.
Though referred to with masculine pronouns in the Ars Goetia, Sayuri's embodiment of Furfur is very much female. Standing at roughly 5'6, Furfur is stately in height and curvy where needed. Of course, this is slightly easier to see due to her being nude. Four heavily-feathered white wings with a slight pink tinge extend from her back, though only the top set is usable. The bottom set of wings act to cover Furfur's nudity, wrapping around her body loosely just under the arms and between the legs. That said, the legs, for the most part, are free to be seen, as are her arms and shoulders.
The skin, overall, has a tasteful ivory shade. Her lips are a pale pink, typically curled into a seductive smile. Furfur's eyes are green, giving off a slight glow in the dark. And her hair, which reaches past her shoulders to the base of her wings, is an extremely light blonde. Her weapon of choice, a wooden long bow, is typically always in one of her hands, with arrows materializing as needed.
Out of Character Information
Name: What name do you go by? Erith or Shira~
Contact Information: You know the drill by now~
Other Characters: Shirako, Eriko, and Tsukiko
Additional Notes: Maybe later. May edit in tactics at a later date.
[i]Fate/Stay Night[/i]: [b]Ilyasviel von Einzbern[/b] plays [u]Sayuri Ito[/u].
