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❝I put my arms around myself and I'm unbreakable.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#BDA0CB ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #F7B3DA】
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Winter Luna Matsuri
{☛ ⓃⒾⒸⓀⓃⒶⓂⒺⓈ ☚}
Winnie, Win
{☛ ⒶⒼⒺ ☚}
16
{☛ ⒼⒺⓃⒹⒺⓇ ☚}
♀
{☛ ⓈⒺⓍⓊⒶⓁⒾⓉⓎ ☚}
Undecided
{☛ ⒻⒶⒸⒺ ⒸⓁⒶⒾⓂ ☚}
Iwanaga Kotoko || In/Spectre
❝I can't tell where the journey will end, but I know where it starts.❞
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Winter is average height.
{☛ ⓌⒺⒾⒼⒽⓉ ☚}
She's a bit underweight, the stress has been getting to her.
{☛ ⒽⒶⒾⓇ ⒸⓄⓁⓄⓇ ☚}
Her hair is a sunflower blonde.
{☛ ⒺⓎⒺ ⒸⓄⓁⓄⓇ ☚}
Her eyes used to be blue, but ever since that day, they've been a royal purple.
{☛ ⒷⓄⒹⓎ ⓂⒶⓇⓀⒾⓃⒼⓈ ☚}
There are scars on her left leg from all of the operations to save it.
{☛ ⒼⒺⓃⒺⓇⒶⓁ ⒶⓅⓅⒺⒶⓇⒶⓃⒸⒺ☚ }
Winter is rather unremarkable in appearance. She is average height, a bit thin, a little bit lanky. Her eyes are her only unique feature, purple, ever since the day of the incident. Her leg was supposed to be amputated, but the Doctors managed to save it. She walks with a limp, due to this. Her skin marred with the scars of her biggest regret. If only she had said no, if only she had gone alone that day. Winter is not self conscious of her scars, or of her body. She sleeps with gloves at night to protect her hands, her most precious asset. She wears clothing that her Grandparents got her and prefers vintage fashion more than anything else, as it was her Grandmother's favorite. She has a handful of old heirlooms, from the way the world used to be. Her cane used to be her Grandfather's, whittled by hand in his favorite rocking chair. Winter doesn't care what others think, she is her own person.
Even if Winter thinks she is average, her features are remarkable. Porcelain skin, white lashes and eyebrows, dainty lips. She looks like one of those hand painted dolls, with delicate fingers and moves with a grace that only those with tragedy can carry themselves with.
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♙ "Please don't take my sunshine away. ♙
❥ Cotton Candy Perfume ||| It's the scent her Grandmother always wore, it's the scent that reminds her of home.
❥ Instruments || Her instruments are her family, her music is her life.
❥ Competing || Competition has completely consumed Winter's life. She'd rather feel the rush of adrenaline than the dread of returning to an empty apartment.
❝Break the sky, look up, look down. ❞
☛ ⒹⒾⓈⓁⒾⓀⒺⓈ☚
⌦ Loneliness || The crushing loneliness of returning home to an empty apartment makes Winter dread returning home everyday.
⌦ Cats || Winter is more of a dog person than anything.
⌦ Rules || Winter used to live for them, but now she has too many.
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Hand Curl || When Winter becomes frustrated, she'll curl her hands into fists and then uncurl them to prevent damage.
Blush || When she becomes angry, Winter's entire face will turn red.
Hair || Winter has a very bad habit of messing up her hair when she's deep in thought.
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☛ ⓌⒺⒶⓀⓃⒺⓈⓈⒺⓈ ☚
⌦ Instruments || Winter's biggest weakness are her instruments. In the foyer of her apartment sits the grand piano her Mother loved. Hung on the walls are several other instruments her Grandparents gifted to her throughout the years.
⌦ Homeliness || There used to be a joke that Winter would make the worst housewife in the world.
⌦ Sweets || Winter has quite the sweet tooth and can be easily enticed with the promise of cake.
⌦ Sleep || Nightmares from the incident plague her, sometimes it can be hard to sleep at night.
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❥ Her hands || Her hands are her strongest asset.
❥ Lithe || Despite her limp and cane, Winter is oddly graceful.
❥ Brain || Winter is smarter than most when it comes to practical things like maths and science.
❥ Secrets || Winter is a great secret keeper.
☛ ⒻⒺⒶⓇⓈ☚
Losing || Winter is afraid of losing anything else, especially her greatest asset and tool.
Fire || She fears so much as a flicker of flame that comes from cooking. Janet is the one that does all of the cooking.
Nightmares || Winter unfortunately has PTSD that goes untreated.
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♙ "If you've never been afraid before, then you've never been brave." ♙
For the very first time, there I see
Someone with the same pains as me
Having done this time and time again
She wore a yellow cardigan
"I just wanna stop the scars that grow
Ev-e-ry-time that I go home"
"That's why I came up here instead"
That's what the girl in the cardigan said
Whoa, wait a minute what did I just say?
I couldn't care less either way
But in the moment I just screamed
Something that I did not believe
"Hey, don't do it please!"
Aah what to do?
I can't stop this girl, oh this is new
For once I think I've bitten off more than I can chew
But even so please just go away so I can't see
Your pitiful expression is just too much for me!
"I guess today is just not my day"
She looked away from me and then she disappeared
❝There's a thousand reasons, I should go about my day and ignore your whispers, which I wish would go away. ❞
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The Chrysanthemum
{☛ ⒻⒶⓂⒾⓁⓎ ☚}
{☛ ⒽⒾⓈⓉⓄⓇⓎ ☚}
Winter doesn't remember her birth parents. Her earliest memories are of her Grandparents, raising her to be the best she could be. Winter was friendly, she had plenty of friends, kids didn't care, after all, that she lived with ther Grandparents. In fact, they thought it was rather cool. Winter's Grandparents were doting, they lived in the quiet countryside of Chrysanthemum, a boring, uneventful life, but Winter wouldn't have it any other way. Everyday was the same, working on a farm meant getting up early and going to sleep late. Winter would help feed the chickens, milk the cows, and chase the foxes out of the hen house. It was a quiet life, a peaceful one, one Winter wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
Then one day, her Grandparents enrolled her in music classes. They thought Winter needed a hobby and had heard that musical theory would help her math grades. Her teacher was a kind old woman named Addison Briar who had taught famous musicians in the big city. Winter enjoyed her lessons, but she could never stick to one instrument. Every day, she would pick a new one. The harpsicord, the violin, the piano, the bass. Her heart became attuned to every instrument she touched and her music teacher urged her Grandparents to send her to the big city. It would mean selling their farm, it would mean leaving behind everything they ever knew and loved. They held off, wanting Winter to have a peaceful life and giving that stability to her for as long as possible.
Her grades began to jump up, she was doing well in school, in music, with her friends. A social butterfly that was never seen without people by her side. Then the day came, her Grandparents sold their farm for a hefty price, they could retire in the city and live an easy life while sending Winter to the large academy the Chrysanthemum City Center had for gifted students. She was eager to attend, with her cute new uniform and sparkling shoes. Winter was an instant hit, she made friends abound, who were attracted to her outsider accent and easy smile. She was happy with her new life, her Grandparents enjoying their easy life of playing games with their new friends and taking care of the dog they had brought with them.
A note was tapped to their door, a concert. At first, Winter didn't want to go, she didn't want to fall behind on her homework, but her friends convinced her and her Grandparents, having never been to a concert before, were intruiged. They all went together, Winter excited and nervous. They were sitting as a group when the bomb went off. Winter was separated from her Grandparents, she remembered the white hot light and heat from the bomb. She remembered praying, hoping for things to be okay. She remembered a shrine gate appearing before her and crossing through it, a gentle snow. When Winter awoke, she was in an unfamiliar place, a hospital, guarded by two government agents. She had caused a blizzard in the middle of spring, they thought she was working with the terrorists.
After being acquited of all charges, she was allowed to return to school, but Winter was now under their surveillance. She had a permanent limp now and walked with a cane. Winter was eager to return home, only to discover that her Grandparents had died. Her dog too, was gone, having been taken in by a shelter. Her belongings were all packed in several neat boxes. No one had bothered to tell Winter, in all of this, that her Grandparents were dead. There was another blizzard that day, in the middle of fall. Winter began to withdraw from everyone, she skipped classes, her grades began to slip, it didn't matter, her friends were all dead. She spent most of her time in the music room, her hands raw from practice. She would sleep with gloves, skipping school altogether to compete, to crush the competition, to try to feel alive again.
{☛ ⓄⓉⒽⒺⓇ ☚}
ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ: ⓉⒽⒺ_ⓆⓊⒺⒺⓃ