Yuu Koyama

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Civilian

To the leader, the pariah, the victim, the messiah;
This is war…
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        FULL NAME:
        Yuu Koyama

        AGE:
        17

      SEX:
        Female

        BIRTH PLACE:
Xing

         

        RACE:
        Ishvallan/Amestrian

        DATE OF BIRTH:
22nd March 1994

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        HEIGHT:
        134.62 cm


        WEIGHT:
        33.65
        PICTURE:
       

Spoiler:

      DESCRIPTION:
        Holding many of the defining features of the Ishvallan Race, Yuu proudly flaunts her ice-white hair, and piercing red eyes, that had once defined the characteristics of this race. But when her mother married an Amestrian, and she was born, the one difference in the Ishvallan appearance was the lack of dark skin. Now, Yuu maintains an albino complexion, with the Ishvallan hair, and eyes. Unlike her mother and father, who had been tall, and stockily built, Yuu is small, and somewhat compact standing as 134cm, it is unlikely that she will become any taller, or fatter, with the amount of walking that she does. One of her few pre-dominant features include a spattering of freckles in between her shoulder blades, in the shape of a serpent. Another would be a small transmutation circle tattooed on her left wrist; used only for fixing random things around the house.

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        PERSONALITY:
    Yuu is an optimistic girl, one who only sees the positive in every event. Empathetic, perhaps to a fault, she often feels that she knows exactly the pain that each person is going through. She is kind and compassionate, sometimes to the point of getting too involved in the lives of people she barely knows. While being kind is an excellent trait for a civilian to have, many of her peers worry she will not be able to separate her peaceful nature from the harsh battles many Ishbalans must face. Although she wished to become an Amestrian with the intentions to Live in peace, they are unconvinced she has the emotional strength to deal with the death of a person she was attempting to soothe, or save. 

While polite to strangers, Yuu does have a goofy side. She's the type of girl who wants to experience everything that the world has to offer. Sarcasm is her main for of humor, but she really only uses it with a smile -- a way to show that it's out of love and not of spite. Yuu hates being alone and wishes to develop a sense of camaraderie among her peers. It rare to see her in a foul mood and will try to raise someone's spirits if they seem down.

On the more negative side, Yuu can be changeable and indecisive. She has a keen sense of justice, but her need to make others happy sometimes causes her to hold back her opinions. Easily swayed when confronted, it’s easy to make her change her mind. When she gets particularly angry, however, she tends to shock everyone around her with sudden outbursts of rage. While extremely rare, she tends to internalise her anger until she can’t keep it in anymore.

        LOVE:
-Food
-Meeting new people
-Milk
-Wine
-Music


        HATE:
-Narcissistic Assholes. >
-Rain
-Blood
-Hunger
-Children
-Amestrians

       

     

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        HISTORY:
       
Born of mixed parents, to many people, Yuu had been born a mistake. A figure of immoral mixtures; the mongrel among purebreds. Although she her parents doting on her; bought her whatever she wanted, whatever she needed - nothing would make up for how she was being treated by the children that lived in her area. Bruised constantly marred her pale flesh, cuts suddenly materialised on her face, and neck from the vile assaults that had been forced onto her by her appearance. Despite the constant ridicule, her parents just turned a blind eye to what was going on outside of their four walls; treating the wounds as if they had simply been tiny cuts from her tripping over her own feet - Mutters of clumsiness, and negligence brushing off how she was being treated.

As Yuu matured into a fine mid-teen, something finally snapped. Several kids had been toying with her, pinching, pushing and grabbing her by the hair. That was fine; it would be over soon. Until one of them took the scissors to her lovely, long hair. In disbelief, she watched as her hair fell to the ground; hearing nothing but silence and the snip, snip, snip of those scissors cutting it all off. Turning her arm, Yuu took a hold of the hand that was cutting her hair, and the scissors from the other and pounced. The burly boy had fallen backwards, his flesh met with the scissors in her hand. Over, and over, as the rest stood dumbfounded. Yuu could feel the blood running over her fingers; thick, and sticky. She could feel it on her cheeks, her hands - sticking her clothes to her body, but she wouldn't stop.

Eventually, the realisation of this retaliation forced her hand to stop, forced her fingers to uncurl from the gleaming metal of the scissors, and she dropped them. The scissors fell in slow motion, and the world went by; gang's shouting silent to her. By now, her heart was hammering against her chest, and her skin - Carmine upon ivory. A beautiful contrast, but one that she knew was wrong.The boy beneath her by now was barely breathing; eyes rolling into the back of his head - and by god, she ran. But the last place that had occurred for her to go was home. She ran, and ran, and ran, discarding her blood-stained clothes and stealing some more off of a clothes line. Blue shorts, straw flip-flops, and an oversized jumper, the tiny teenager escaped into an unkown world, full of possibilities and hatred. From this experience, Yuu developed a deep hatred for Amestrians, and usually walked away when one attempts to/attempted to speak to her. But over the years, little kinks like that were slowly smoothed out, as she realised - not all people were like that. But like hell was she walking back into the empty shoes she had once walked in. New shoes, a new life. This was the second beginning. But all was not easy. Scrimping, and saving had taken a lot out of her, and now her eyes held dark rings beneath them, and her skin, translucent and thin; the inking of purple spreading over her wrists where her veins are.

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      TRIVIA:
     Language Spoken : Cretan, Fluent Ishvallan

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        ALIAS:
        Get Cape. Wear Cape. FLY.

        OTHER CHARACTERS:
       First character n.n

      CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
       So the last time I went to the toilet... I have no comments. I have no opinion but would you like to see a picture of Squidward? I totally drew it myself, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar/traitor. *Delete as applicable.*
        FACE CLAIM:

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      CUSTOM RANK:
      Future Rebel

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[Aurelius Schwartz]

REVISE

1. History: Needs to be 450 words. You have 411 so just add a little more to it and you'll be good to go!
2. Trivia: Since this is FMA world, English is actually called Cretan so just add something that looks like this: " She speaks Cretan. " Also make sure to add it to your signature!

AWESOME APP. You definitely belong here~~ We're so happy to have ya.

[Guest]

Okay, that's done so far, but I'll add the language in the sig thing when I've finished making my signature x3

[Aurelius Schwartz]

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Welcome~~~ =3 Now, invite all your friends!

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