Well, I was sorta hoping to be the only Creative-talented application. But two's fine, our characters have a handful of differences.
Name: Henkan Masuyo
Age: Thirteen
Description: Short bluish-green (mainly green) hair, sorta pale skin, orange eyes. Costume is darkish green ninja-like outfit that covers mouth, torso, and legs, but not arms. Back of outfit has a black “意”, the Japanese symbol for intent.
Backstory: Born to a Japanese mother and European father, she barely reached five years of age before a fire from a neighboring house killed her father. She never really knew about him, though, so she only ever had mixed feelings about it when she was old enough to comprehend. Her mother had trouble supporting her and her older sister, Azumi, so she had to take them to an orphanage…she worked at as an educator. There was always a few extra rooms there, so her coworkers were more than willing to let them stay, given a small cut to their mother’s pay to account for the food and water. And life was fine for awhile.
She lived a simple life; reading books, imagining worlds and stories, spending time with her sister, and solving puzzles and riddles (she had a knack for them). At first, she never bothered getting to know the other children, thinking her mother would get a real home again someday. Not that anything was wrong with the orphanage, just that she’d probably never see the other kids there again. Like they were other visitors to a hotel. However, her mother, being quite a charitable person, though it would be a great idea to just keep living there; no commute there, she was almost always available to help with schoolwork, and any money she would’ve spent toward some run-down apartment would instead help improve the orphanage, which her children would still benefit from. She still had to spend time now and then as a substitute teacher for a school, but it was only to help ends meet.
As she learned and accepted that she would keep living there…not much changed for her. The only difference was that her isolation from the others was now from habit. She still had her sister, a whole four years older than her, who was always willing to keep things clean and pretty. Yet, she seemed to be affected by the whole situation. Even as a slew of donations came in and improved the orphanage as a whole (which usually would make her quite happy), she just seemed…sadder. One night, three years ago, she left a note, claiming that she wanted there to be a safer place for no one in particular, and ran away. She was never found, and it impacted her sister and mother just as one would expect. The orphanage, too, felt sorrow, for they had become an extended family to the girls and their mother.
Emotions began to return to normal after eight months, but they still inspired a single question in Masuyo’s mind, springing out into only more; Would the other kids feel the same way about her, if she ever disappeared? Could she be sure that, one day, later in life, her disappearance would mean things to a community? If she didn’t disappear, would she actually be influencing the world, in some way or another? For all of them, she had doubts. She never had much of a relationship with any of the other kids, so she may as well have been no one to them. At the time, surely, she only really mattered to her mother, so she would aim for meaning later in life. She thought that, however she would be able to influence the world, that she needed to learn, so she invested even more time in reading and whatever her mother taught her. She made sure to eat vegetables, exercise daily, and sleep well, all for a long life she could squeeze as much meaning out of as possible. She…well, wanted, to be a friendly, helpful friend to the other kids and the grown ups taking care of them, but not only did she feel awkward trying to incorporate herself into a community she long ignored, but she prioritized her future potential over the present. So life went on like that for a while.
More recently, maybe a month ago, she learned about college. How people provided proof of their ability in certain fields, like art, math, science, or athleticism, and people working there would either let them purchase and pursue a multi-year education there, or reject them and make them hope that they could find a good job with the education they already had. Her mother didn’t have much saved up or made than much money, so she “realized” that she probably wouldn’t get into one. Sadly, she never knew about community colleges, but that may not have made much of a difference. She one again began doubting her future, whether she could make a difference, mean something to the world. It took maybe a week before she had a chance, was able to make a wish. She sorta doubted if it was real, but regardless, she was curious what sort of wish would work. Unless her wish directly opposed it, she would become quite meaningful, fighting witches, embodiments of despair. So her wish should do something else. The meaning provided from the fighting would be substantial, but brief, so, to aid her future, she claimed,
Wish: “I wish that, when I have finished fighting witches, I’ll get a good education of my choice at a good college of my choice.”
Motivation: The point of it all, the wish and fighting, is meaning. She knows she could do things with her life to really impact the world, and this is just one of them.
Greatest Fear: For time, effort, and willpower to become naught, the goal they worked toward undone or forgotten.
Totem: Shuriken
Stats: (One is talented; that's your class. Two are skilled, two are amateur, two are cursed.)
Bravery: Skilled
Joy: Skilled
Innocence: Amateur
Purity: Amateur
Mercy: Cursed
Creativity: Talented
Love: Cursed
Abilities:
Mobility Lv. 2
Close Combat Lv. 1+1
Totem Manipulation Lv. 2
Sixth Sense Lv. 1
Semblance Lv. 1
Masquerade Manipulation Lv. 1
Projection Lv. 1
Mimicry Lv. 1
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