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NAME :// YUMI ISHIYAMA ORIGIN :// CODE LYOKO AGE :// TWENTY-SIX PRONOUNS :// THEY/THEM JOB :// GAME DESIGNER FC:// LYRICA OKANO

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there is nothing quite like the feeling of knowing your own body, what it is capable of. all your life you've been the mom friend but meaner, ready to bite someone's head off if they don't take care of themselves. you are at your most comfortable in combat boots and ripped jeans - the exterior matches the interior. your days are filled with scribbled down notes like the world's most tragic diary - can't forget, can't afford to.

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█   BIOGRAPHY:

yumi ishiyama was always the best they could possibly hope to be. or, rather, they tried to be. they strived for good grades and good standing with teachers. they dedicated themself to various sports, picking them up naturally and wearing themself down with practice. but such behavior didn’t make them any friends, until the day they met odd, ulrich, and jeremie. they can’t remember exactly if they pushed their own way into the friend group or if they just pulled them in, but they were inseparable from that point on. their parents weren’t always fond of the boys, but they never said anything too disparaging to their face. they wanted to be a game designer after they graduated, despite their parents pushing for them to become a lawyer or some equally respectable, well-paid, but boring job.

they were only twenty-three when everything in their life turned on its head. lyoko was meant to be an adventure between friends, a chance to explore and have fun without actually leaving too far from their family. a chance to escape after an argument with their parents about them wanting to go to college for design, not pre-law. but then the codes got lost and jumbled and suddenly it was not just a game- it was survival, it was war, it was their own worst nightmare. they clung desperately onto their faith in jeremie like a lifeline, held onto odd and ulrich as their fellow warriors. they nearly got themself thrown into the digital void more times than they likes to recall, nearly cost their friends their lives just as many. they're far more indebted to odd and ulrich than they're sure they realize.

Xana was good at making one let their gaurd down though, especially when it seemed jeremie finally had everything fixed, that they could come home. but instead, they fell into a sub-world, one that looked like home, but glitched in ways that made everything seem unreal, like a bad dream you couldn't wake up from. friendly faces easily slid into roles of enemies, and they had to defend themself, morals be damned. it was surreal when they finally managed to break back through to lyoko itself, a unfamiliar setting far more welcome than the psuedo-reality they were forced into.

lyoko shook them apart, ruining the walls they spent such a long time building up. their parents couldn’t figure out how to interact with their child, who disappeared for two years without warning, only to return a shallow husk of what they once were. the ishiyamas made the only decision they could - offer their oldest child a getaway, a place to restart in hopes new scenery would bring their old yumi back. they allowed yumi to drag her friends along, something that would have at one point been a far harder negotiation point than it was. their father told them to pursue whatever they wanted, that he trusted their judgement. it was something they wanted to hear their whole life, but the words somehow left them feeling hollow. they left for yensid in the middle of the night, a move that felt like they were sneaking away.

yensid provides a strange sense of normalcy to them now; they can cling to the people they care about, no matter how harsh they can be on the surface. they work on character design for games, even have their own private project they work on when they can't sleep. but no one will ever see it; it looks more and more like lyoko with each passing day, and they're not ready for others to see how they cope.

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Aelita Schaeffer: a threat, and a friend at once. Jeremie Belpois, Odd Della Robbia, & Ulrich Stern: friends, family.

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Yumi has had problems with their anxiety since pretty much the day that they were born, though it took them a lot longer to figure out that anxiety was the issue that they were dealing with. On the asteroid, most of their anxiety comes from spats with friends or being too overprotective; their job helps with that, keeping them busy, but it is not a permanent solution.

Clove Modius | Twenty Nine;  Head of Torren House

House: Torren Status: Uninfected Elite Specification: New Wave Reformist, Head of House Pronouns: He/Him

History

In his time, Clove had been quite possibly the most famous art thief on earth, taking from private collections and public museums alike. At heart, he was a showman, though he worked in the shadows, and the pieces he stole never stayed stolen for long (they always ended up back where they had come from, providing an extra challenge to him).

It was from his mother that he inherited his love of art– and it was from his father that he inherited the shadowy abilities necessary to steal it. Watching his mother daub watercolour murals across their home inspired a fervent desire in him; what were the polluted greys and browns of the world around them, compared to this? It wasn’t enough for Clove. He wanted more. It began small, just trinkets taken from classmates, shirts pulled from washing lines that weren’t his.

Of this, his parents were aware. They tried to stop him, but their efforts were half hearted at best. What they didn’t know of was its escalation, over the years becoming grand heists that found their way into the news. The strangest thing to them was how the thief had no interest in selling it on; none of the pieces were ever recovered from the black market; in time, they would simply reappear in their original place. The uniqueness of the crime spree was enough to keep them interested.

With the arrival of D-Day, he should have given up on that lifestyle. He had lived comfortably on the money left to him by his parents, enjoyed his secret heists, and had great plans for the future. Instead of letting the asteroids stop him, though, he took the opportunity to pillage more than ever before. Nobody cared about the art any more; nobody but Clove.

Survival wasn’t easy, but he found herself with a group of Looters, which suited him just fine. They didn’t mind if he wanted to grab ancient carvings and antique jewels, just so long as he hauled his fair share of useful resources too. It was worth it; the theft had never been about money for him, but about possessing beauty.

Clove is no fool though, and when, some months ago, he was approached by a group styling themselves as the New Wave Reformists, he knew they could give him more than the Looters ever could. Without a glance back, he took off with this new group.

Clove Today

The trouble, for Clove, is that the human existence was perfection already. The form was beautiful, whether cast in marble or flesh, and the mind was complex beyond belief. The new Infections cropping up everywhere seemed to him to be a desecration of nature’s finest art. The Infected are little more than a graffittied statue next to his own pure form. Certainly he feels pity for them, because they didn’t ask to be ruined. But the trouble is, they are ruined, and they’re inferior for it.

He’d thought that even before the Reformists found him, and with their guidance his beliefs only solidified. With his criminal past undocumented (famous as he’d been, it had been under an alias and nobody had ever identified him), they had no reason not to trust him. He was just a young man with a vicious streak of snobbery in him, and in the Reformists’ circle, it allowed him to make friends fast.

With Colony 22′s takeover, the Chancellor specifically requested Clove to become part of his team. Though he had few marketable skills to offer, he was strong willed and unshakeable, and he would be happy to have him as the head of his house. Many survivors have high hopes when they first see him, for his soft doe eyes and gentle features suggest a kindness of spirit. These hopes are always dashed in moments, though– if you’re Infected. The Uninfected, he is attempting to take under his wing. Those that protest the goodness of the Infected are poor, misguided little things and he’s eager to educate them.

Concerning gender, Clove never felt particularly comfortable sitting on one end of the spectrum. Not exclusively connected his masculinity nor his femininity, he identifies more as non-binary, although he still uses male pronouns. He has often associated this fluidity to his love of art and his appreciation for the beauty of the humanity. He doesn’t believe there is a right or wrong way to be a person (this being before the infections, of course) and believes it is more pure and authentic to not fall into the traps of societal gender constructs, but to embrace the natural duplicity of spirit.

NAME :// MABEL PINES ORIGIN :// GRAVITY FALLS AGE :// TWENTY-SIX PRONOUNS :// THEY/THEM JOB :// STOCKER AND CLERK AT THE MYSTERY SHACK FC:// MAIA MITCHELL

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Oversized sweatshirts and ordering glitter bombs. Stopping the microwave when there is still a second left. Welcome mats with paw prints. The soft glow of neon lights at midnight, disappointing your parents, a puff of breath in the cold. Fog rolling in across distant mountains. The call of a lone wolf.

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Mabel Pines doesn’t remember much of their life before Yen Sid. Rather, any iteration of the Mystery Shack takes up much of their memory. They know the whole store like the back of their hand,  maybe perhaps more than they'd ever admit. The Shack itself has always held a place in their heart, and they don't mind keeping it - though it feels hollow without their uncle Stan. They have many memories of helping craft new stories of cryptids, learning the cons their uncle perfected more than they ever let on. They remember the diaries they hid in cracks along the floor, covered in stickers. But sometimes they have to read them to place the memories as fact or fiction.

They know more about what they do inside and out the Shack these days than what they think. They stock shelves, man the counter with an easy smile, sometimes even tell tall tales that they learned when they were younger. Where Dipper questions the strange, Mabel takes it as fact - everything was weird at one point, and everything will be weird once more in the future. They cling to that, have built their whole being around that. So they live however they can without attracting too much attention, without making Dipper fret over them. They're trying to solve the empty feeling in their chest before anyone notices that their smile is not quite reaching their eyes anymore.

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Dipper Pine: Brother and coworker. More of a mystery than the Shack.

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Mabel has things that they’re working through. More often than not, they can be found either picking their way through the winding aisles of the Shack or exploring local shops. They are content, in some ways. Others, not so much.

NAME :// HIKARI YAGAMI ORIGIN :// DIGIMON AGE :// TWENTY-THREE PRONOUNS :// THEY/THEM JOB :// VET TECH FC:// SHIRASHI SEI

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█  AESTHETIC :

don't hesitate, snap the picture - you don't want to forget this moment. vanilla ice cream sits sweet and cold against your tongue, a memory of hot summer days. the silver whistle hangs around your neck just the same as it always has, a just in case measure. the ferris wheel keeps right on turning, bright carnival music just background noise, and you can see for miles. enjoy it.

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(tw: pregnancy complications, minor death mention, near death mention)

.the first ray

She is born to one Susumu Yagami and one Yuuko Yagami. Little sister to one Taichi Yagami. She is frail. She is small. She is weak. She is two months too early when she first enters the world.

Her mother enters labor abruptly, unexpectedly, one midafternoon when the family is out on a picnic. No one foresaw their child coming this soon. The destined day is still months away, yet everyone foresaw the complications of a fetus that had not yet fully developed being born. The sunlight wavers in the delivery room, descending into the evening night. Yuuko holds strong, though there is a sense of fear and trepidation that creeps in.

Her husband and son wait out in the hallway. Taichi, too young to really understand what is happening. Susumu trying to keep a level head.

The moon watches and listens as the nurses and doctors begin the operation. The unborn child too small and fragile to be removed naturally. It is a risky operation, but it is the only option they have.

As the sun rises, they pull the child out. As the sun rises, they realize the child is not breathing.

.the sun rises

Their child is kept in the ICU for a long time, days and weeks longer than Susumu or Yuuko would have liked. Would have wanted. But they could only hope and pray for the betterment and health of their child. That she would recover and she would be able to come back home.

There is a lot of discussions with doctors and specialists. Lots of talks with family and friends to keep themselves sane and rational and hopeful. There are a lot of days of staring at their child through a window. It tests them. It tests them in ways they wished no one has to experience.

Yet, they endure.

As well as their child. Through the tests, the incubations, the multitude of things that no infant needs on their first days, weeks, months of life. They endure. It is a slow, steady progress. Miniscule at first, till the small things pile up into big things and then it becomes obvious that their child is healing.

It takes a long time, but eventually Hikari Yagami does come home.

At long last, Hikari Yagami is able to come home.

.the shining star

She is still sickly growing up, but she perseveres. She is a sweet, humble child that only a parent could dream about having. She adores and preens and constantly uplifts Taichi, because there is no one more admirable than her older brother. Anyone can see how she idolizes Taichi. It’s cute. It’s heart-warming.

Until it hurts her and Taichi. Without her even trying to- without her meaning to.

It starts and ends with a game, a simple game. It can’t be helped that she is sick at the time and it can’t be helped that Tai wants to play his favorite sport. So she does what she always does, what she always wants to do- she wants to help him. She wants to make him happy. So she plays the game, even though she shouldn’t.

She really shouldn’t.

Hikari doesn’t realize the full catastrophic risks and neither did Tai. Until she is hospitalized yet again. Pneumonia she hears.

She stays in the hospital again for a few more days, before she is in the clear and she is able to come home. She sees the way her parents are fearful and frustrated, and she sees the way Tai looks apprehensive. She apologizes. It’s the first thing she tells him, because she is so terribly sorry that she could not kick the ball. That they couldn’t finish the game.

It does not have the effect she wants.

It takes a long, long, long time for the memory to lose its vividness over the years. The sight of her brother crying. It takes her deep in her core, rattling and unnerving. She never forgets it. Hikari doesn’t think she ever will.

.the eternal light

Things change over the years since that core memory. Hikari still goes by Hikari, but now they use different pronouns. Something about it feels better- atleast for the moment. They find some passion in caring and looking after animals. It’s a driving force, leading them to a career in vet tech. It is an empowering, and humbling experience all the same.

They meet people, make friends. Some lasting a short amount of years, and others Hikari knows will transcend lifetimes. Some people are just other parts of your soul as they say.

They grow taller, older, more mature. Still as sweet and good natured. They grow wiser- having a better understanding of themselves and the world around them.

They hold their secrets closer to their chest. Some memories tainted by darkness and eerie voices. Sometimes haunted by the ghosts of those who wished to see an angel fall. Those times are hard to forget and they follow them to this day. They never spoke a word about it, and maybe it is something they will keep hidden till it is forced out of their lips. Hikari never plans to tell, but maybe life has a way of humbling them further.

Still, despite all the changes, there is one consistency. Something is missing. There is a piece of their soul that they have yet to discover. Hikari has tried to figure it out, tried to find what it is that calls to them. Yet, it stays elusive hiding away from them.

One day, they hope to find them. Whatever missing piece it is. They know once they do, they will finally feel whole. Hikari can finally bask in the light.

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Taichi Yagami: brother. Takeru Takaishi: best friend.

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Hikari has always loved animals, and working with them can sometimes feel like a dream come true. There are hard days of course, days where they can't believe that this was something that they chose for themself, but those days are few and far between. More often is the feeling that they are missing something, that they are lost, that they are half full, and they don't know where to find that other half.

Gale Howell ✗ 19 ✗ Forensic Psychology ✗ Bisexual ✗ Sebastian Stan ✗ TAKEN

"Never been somewhere with this many people before. ‘s always just been me and mum."

His mother was always nice, even if his father is less so. Regardless: it’s not to a particularly abnormal extent, or he doesn’t try and think about it enough to work out if it is.

He’s always been athletic to the point where it’s almost ridiculous. Begging for swordfighting lessons paid off, eventually, as soon as he was tall enough to hold one – around twelve or thirteen. Fencing and general combat, self defense lessons, followed soon enough after, along with at least attempting to go to the gym more than once a week; his father paid as long as he was good at it.

Among the far too many things he did was horseriding; he had one on loan when he was around fourteen, even if when he was doing his GCSEs he had to stop going as much, and then eventually move away. He wasn’t happy – especially since moving interrupted an almost year long process of trying to get a professional diagnosis of autism.

Getting around average in his a-levels, he moved out to live in student accommodation as soon as he could, signing up for forensic psychology at university. Not being able to have a horse anymore meant he tries to go to the gym every day, after he wakes up, even if only for an hour or two. He’s pretty overly invested in sport.

He’s pretty genderfluid/bigender, going between being male and being agender half the time. He’s not realized, nor thought about it much.