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Miyako Rin

"Oh! Gosh, you startled me!"

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a character in “Lost Creators, Arise”, as played by Mockingjaay

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āœ²ļ¾ŸName悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Miyako Rin

āœ²ļ¾ŸMeaning悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Beautiful night child, cold

āœ²ļ¾ŸNickname悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Miya

āœ²ļ¾ŸAge悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Nineteen

āœ²ļ¾ŸAppears悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜†Seventeen

āœ²ļ¾ŸGender悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Female

āœ²ļ¾ŸSexuality悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Lesbian

āœ²ļ¾ŸRace悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Descendant of the Dark (See Personality for details)
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ImageImageāœ²ļ¾ŸPersonality悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜†As a descendant of the creator of the dark, Mya has inherited many of the powers and abilities that the Creator possessed. She does not yet understand or know how to control them, and as a result often finds herself in situations that she doesn't understand or isn't able to explain. The Creator of the Dark had ultimate control over shadows, fear and the night. Being a pure being, it also controlled demons, spirits and ethereal beings. Luckily, at this stage Miya has only stumbled across the ability to control shadows. However, much like her predecessor, Miya is succumbing to the darkness that surrounds her 'element'. She has become very self loathing and negative, and often blames herself for bad things that happen. Technically, she would be labelled as depressed.

āœ²ļ¾ŸPositive Traits悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Empathetic || Sensitive || Gentle
āœ²ļ¾ŸNegative Traits悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Easily startled || Self loathing || Sad

āœ²ļ¾ŸLikes悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜†
ā˜† Sunset - she likes to welcome in the moon and the stars
ā˜† Peanut butter on toast
ā˜† Sparkly/glittery things - it reminds her of thousands of stars

āœ²ļ¾ŸDislikes悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜†
āœ² Summer
āœ² Bugs - of ANY kind
āœ² Big groups of people

āœ²ļ¾ŸHabits悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜†
* Constantly carries her journal scrapbook with her.
* Miya almost ALWAYS puts her self down and turns away compliments.
* Miya is a nail biter, especially when's she is nervous or anxious.

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āœ²ļ¾ŸHistory悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜† Miya has always led her life as the 'loner'. In class, right from a young age, she would isolate herself and read books or paint. No-one could ever really understand as she was a gentle soul, intelligent and empathetic. Because of her behaviours, she struggled to create a good bond with anyone. Even her family would keep her held at arms length. What they failed to see was that Miya is the Descendent of the Dark, and so holds the personality that accompanies this. Unfortunately yes, that does mean she is a 'dark' natured person.

As she aged, it became more and more obvious that Miya was something different. Wherever she moved, she would be surrounded by a dark aura that seemed to shimmer and shake in the space around her. Shadows would bend and and break at a wave of a hand, and her eyes changed from the bright blue she was born with to a dark violet shade. Her parents sent her to many a doctor and psychiatrist, but none of them could decipher what was wrong. Eventually, they turned to a spirit medium. When she spoke to Miyako, the medium cried. 'The legend is true...' she had whispered over and over, prompting the Rin family to research what their little dark daughter could really be.

They could never decipher the clues however, so ended up calling a number they found online that said they would take great care of their child and find out what was wrong with them and heal them. They didn't realise that the next week, Miyako would be detained and taken to a secret facility to be labelled as dangerous and shielded from the world.





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āœ²ļ¾ŸFace claim悜ļ¾Ÿļ½„*ā˜†Eru Chitanda - Hyouka




So begins...

Miyako Rin's Story

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"What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead"


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What...what time was it? Miya rubbed her eyes, expecting to have her her alarm beeping at her to remind her to get up and go to school. As she rolled over in her bed, which felt rather stiff and cold this morning, she vaguely realised that all was silent except for a low hum of something mechanical. Maybe she was up early today? Eventually, Miya was awake enough to open her eyes. When she did, she started and bolted upright in her bed. The room she was in was not her own. Four plain white walls, a silver basin and a heavy metal door with a thin grid in the top greeted her. What on earth was going on?! This was not her home. Miya shoved the covers back and scrambled out of the bed, panic rising like bile in her throat. She stood in the middle of the room, her arms wrapped around herself as she shivered beneath her paper gown. There nothing in her except the metal frame bed behind her, accompanied with a single pillow and thin sheet, the silver basin and what she could only assume was a toilet, and a thin, long window at the very, very top of the wall.

Was this...was she in prison?! Miyako tried to remember what she had done, or even how she ended up in here. Last night, she had drifted off to sleep in her own bed surrounded by her shadow friends that swirled in the corners of the room, calling her to their realm. She hadn't visited in a long time, and when she stayed away she slowly felt more and more...odd. Maybe that's what happened here. Maybe she had an 'episode' after staying away for so long. No, this was very real. This wasn't padded enough for a mental hospital cell...

Miya padded around her room, awaiting a sign from someone what had happened here. Eventually, the door clunked and jingled as keys fussed with the lock. A tall, broad man with a worried expression on his face walked into the room. He held his hands up as though he was approaching a wild animal and spoke with a voice that coaxed Miyako forward. "Please miss, can you come with me?" he asked, holding out a pair of cuffs. Miyako arched a brow at the metal bracelets. "Warden's orders..." he shrugged as he fixed her arms behind her back.

Miyako was led into a room with four chairs laid out in a row in front of a portable screen. It looked like the screen was hooked up to a laptop. Miyako shook with anxiety as she was placed on a chair and her cuffs adjusted so she was attached to the chair. So far, she was on her own. But clearly more people were expected to show up.

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Wake up... Wake up... Atsuko... You're in danger... Danger... Atsuko...

The soft, tiny voice whispered into the ear of the sleeping female. Blonde tresses hung like a soft curtain over the unconscious female's face. Her breathing had slowed to accommodate the drop in heart rate that the drugs had brought on. Still the tiny voice persisted at her ear. Sluggishly, blue eyes struggled against the weight of sleep and drugs to open. A blurry white tiled floor came in and out of focus. Her carpet was gone. Oh no... was she having another one of those weird walker movements? When she saw through the eyes of an animal in her sleep?

Atsuko... you must... wake up... wake up...

An indistinguishable sound rumbled from her throat, which was incredibly parched. Her tongue felt heavy as led in her mouth. She had never experienced such extreme cotton mouth. I bet my breath is bad enough to kill a goat, she thought to herself idly as she tried to lift her head and coax her eyelids fully apart. As her senses began to return, she felt the familiar presence of body-temperature metal. Rolling her head to one side, she managed to pry her left eye open far enough to get a look at one of her arms. Was she wearing silver bangles? Why was she sitting slumped over in a chair?

After a breath or two of trying to go back to sleep, she slowly lifted her head until it fell backwards on it's own. It felt heavy, like it was full of sand. Blurry eyes search the ceiling where overhead fluorescent lights winked and hummed at her. A particular black dot just within her line of sight swayed just lightly over her unfocused gaze.

Atsuko... open your eyes...

She groaned softly, allowing her head to continue to hang limply over the back of the chair. As her eyes began to adjust, she could just make out the tiny spider that hung just inches from her face. She hadn't even fully registered what it was before a door somewhere in the room came open. It took all of her strength to lift her head again and peer over at the doorway. A slender figure appeared, framed by two larger ones. "Good. She's awake. Bring her. The others are already in transport."

Her lips were a desert, rough against each other as they cracked to formulate a protest. No words came. What's happening? Confused blue eyes watched in a detached fascination as the large guard approached her to undo the cuffs that decorated her arms and legs. Such weird bangles... After he was finished, a meaty hand was held out to her. "Can you walk?" She nearly laughed at him, but she only manged a lazy smile. "Alright then." Air rushed by her as her slender frame was lifted into muscled arms. She wasn't carried very far before she was placed down into a wheelchair.

She idly watched as the lights blurred past her on her way to wherever she was going. It seemed the destination would be a room set up like something off of Law & Order. Cat like in her lazy, drug-induced manner, she looked up to the guard as he lifted her frail form once again and sat her down next to a jittery looking girl dressed in a paper gown. Atsuko could see her vibrating, humming with life and nerves, but she still seemed so unreal.

As she stared blankly at Miyako, her cuffs were replaced onto her limp wrists. Slowly her attention shifted to the two empty chairs, then the guard, then the screen, and finally the cuffs on her wrists. She was in a paper gown, too. Damn. With concentration, she pushed the pink of her tongue past her chapped lips to wet them. Her surveillance of the room indicated there was only one way out that didn't require a smaller form and climbing. Without word she continued to blankly stare, this time at the screen, as though waiting for something. The girl at her side didn't seem to bother her. If anything, she seemed calmer with a fellow heartbeat nearby.

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"Out of difficulties grow Miracles"

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Current Mood: Oblivious

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Yuma felt light headed, not in a way such as nausea but as if she was floating. Her eyelids seemed as if they were barred shut, though an intense light made them flutter open and then closed again in sudden pain. Her eyes were not adjusted to the intense glow surrounding her. Though more
Importantly her entire body felt weightless. It was enough to make someone panic, feeling helpless like that. Though Yuma remained calm. The last thing she remembered was Snuggling with Ren and then hearing Ren screaming and crying.
The very though of her Girlfriend in distress made Yuma wince, what had happened? Though she decided that she would get to no conclusion this way. Once again Yuma opened her eyes and felt the blinding light, her eyes began to tear from the pain and it took a minute until she adjusted. "Oh." Yuma smiled and let a satisfied sound escape her. She was surrounded in pure white, Yuma was in a white dress and there was her best fiend. "Ai." The girl with the white hair and white skin, in a white dress. The girl who only existed in this plane of light, a dimensional pocket created by Yuma as a child. "Hi Yuma, you should stay with me. You could be in danger if you go back." The girl was perfect, what Yuma wanted to be. But Yuma shook her head, "I cant Ai, I need to know what has happened to me but I will return I promise."
Ai tried to stop her but Yuma pushed pass the imaginary friend. And stepped from the light into the darkness. Stepping back into reality always took it's toll on her body. She woke up with a dry gasp, room spinning, her world was dark. No light what so ever, her hands were bound behind her back by a tight chain. She attempted to call out to someone but she couldn't find her voice, all that came out was a dry croak. Her lips flapped open and closed like a fool. She could hardly move like this, her muscles ached as if she had been struggling lately. "Ai." She managed to say hoarsely, she then heard footsteps. She scanned the room but could not see a thing. The floor under her was concrete but other than that and the chains leading to what seemed to be a corner there was nothing.
The world was flooded with light once again and that made Yuma flinch, a tall figure barked orders at two giants. The British men came and unshackled her. Though she opted to stand instead of being carried. "F-fine... Walk." Her words were painful, she desperately needed water but there was nothing but pain and misery radiating from this place. Her legs were sore but she fought through the pain. Yuma smiled her bravest smile and did her best to fix her light violet hair and then stepped out.
Yuma shuffled down a metal hallway on chained legs and chained hands. She felt herself being prodded with a stick of some kind as she shuffled. Cattle was the word ringing through her ears. She still had to keep smiling, 'What is this place, a prison? An institution? Hell?'. She finally made it to a interview room, there sat two girls about her age. A girl with dark hair who seemed shaky and another with blonde hair who seemed half dead. Yuma sat down and kept on her brave, painful smile, she would remain the perfectly happy girl her parents loved.

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Alice's head swam. She could hardly pay attention, much less bring herself to care as the presentation began. A slide show of their world, Aerth. It was only when the mysterious pink haired man mentioned the inability to speak that her head snapped up. It seems that it was rather easy to puzzle out which one she was, as she had been mute since birth. So the inability to speak was a passed down trait from one of their creators. If he was correct, that meant Alice was flora. Trees, flowers, bushes, all beautiful and thriving under her watchful eye in her precious garden. Only, Alice no longer had her garden. Her home, her family, her precious older brother, they would keep living on without her. The thought of never seeing them again, that there was a possibility she would never leave this place, made Alice begin to shake. Her whole body quivered with fear, tears biting her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She hated this, this feeling of helplessness that constantly surrounded her life.

Alice wasn't doing it intentionally, she wasn't looking to hurt anyone, but thorn covered vines began to creep through the cracks in the tiles. As her tears dripped to the floor, plants took their place, blooming around her seat. They wrapped around her feet and legs as well as her chair, small, red flowers that matched her hair, blossoming where her blood dripped. She couldn't help the fact that she was emotional, that she cared too much for the important people in her life. At least they would not be hurt, her older brother, her parents, they would be fine. Alice would return to them eventually. The thought finally made her tears stop and eventually dry up. Instantly she was overwhelmed by men in hazmat suits, they wrestled her out of the chair and onto the floor, twisting her arms painfully behind her. It-it was an accident. I didn't mean for plants to come from the ground, Alice had no way of telling them this though. She couldn't sign with her hands twisted behind her like this, as well as with the mittens they had stuck on her.

"Don't move," a gruff voice spoke as he produced a knife, untangling her legs from the vines that had wrapped around them. They were cut up and bleeding, the paper gown doing little to protect Alice from herself. Desperately Alice twisted her head, making eye contact with the girl with beautiful purple eyes. Please help me, she pleaded silently as they lifted Alice up and placed her in an awaiting wheelchair. She felt a needle slide under the skin in her neck, the cold plunge of an injection of some sorts. The world tilted sideways, her body slumped forward. Alice had spent all of ten minutes with the other girls and already she was being punished for something unintentional. It's for the best, you would probably just endanger them as well.

They took her back to that awful room, the lonely one with no windows. Alice wanted to be with the others, to at least have company, but it seems she had already proved their hypothesis correct, that they were dangerous and shouldn't be allowed near others. The thought made her tear up again and Alice bit down on her lip to keep from crying; if tears spilled, no doubt the vines would begin to grow again. She hugged her knees to her chest, the cuts she had given herself stinging. At least she hadn't hurt anyone else, the other girls would be fine. Hopefully.