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Yuel sometimes comes across as a drifting conscience naively stifling through her ideals in an unending dream; however, her thoughts towards all things never ceases, and isntead buzzes in consideration for the realistically applicable. This manner of thinking eludes to a pensive and detached state of mind, as she's often conducting large scale, complex plans. Truthfully, Yuel is relaxed and friendly, mainly when around familiar and comforting faces, typically those sharing her interests. On the other hand, this manner of social conduct can be replaced by overwhelming skepticism when among strangers, and in case of those not well understood friendly banter quickly shifts to an aggressive approach to the conversation. In extreme cases, she may turn to combat when in difference between her and another's end goal or ideals. More specifically, if their intentions threatens her own.
"Thinking" is Yuel's governing trait, and by extension she is unlikely to properly comprehend others' emotions and their expressions, verbal or visual. In the eyes of her friends and allies, it's known that Yuel is anything but a bedrock of emotional support, setting aside a facade she might present under the circumstances. Similar people likely prefer a series of logical suggestions to the desired result on how to resolve the underlying issue--a perspective not always welcomed by the socially obliged. This disposition extends to most social conventions and goals, for example planning excursions or some other pre-engaged matters with emotionally sensitive context. Yuel is far more concerned with effective and efficient results.
Where logical input is insufficient, typically YUel taps into her impulsive nature, among the array of quirks at disposal. Most everything she does in these situiations is a result of her instinctual, on-the-spot conjured theories, regardless of the situation. Flip the coin, and most circumstances of little strategic value from a conservative perspective will be handeled by basic, naturally thought out actions. In which case, the societal 'rational' is rarely considered.
WIth ultimate motivations taken out of the picture, the 'casual' Yuel's fades complexity, and who she is at her core is revealed. Yuel's open-mindedness--evidently excluding the sciences--is a trait reflecting her interests in all field: from culture to art, archeology to maths. In short, one can describe Yuel with the following: imaginitive, creative, stretchingly a 'seeker of cultural and educational experiences'. Her practical and straight-forward demeanor is only surface-level. AT the same time, alongside most of the youth, Yuel is prone to a quick shift in the emotional spectrum, from a joyful disposition to an ocean of negative feelings at the spur of a moment. Even the prodigal Yuel finds insecurities in her heart, and at her age, physical attraction isn't exempt.
If there's one thing Yuel is good at, it's coming up with a never-ending stream of innovations and ideas to keep things moving forward; this is evident in her ideal romances as well. To her, growth is key, and evne before she's found a partner, the adolescent girl iamgines all the ways possible to spend with her future other-half, for both to share new experiences and grow in tandem. If her partner doesn't match up appropriately, this can be an overwhelming process. On the flipside, someone who shares her love of intellectual exploration--in short, a frighteningly well-tuned couple is born.
Even before her tens, Yuel's concept of a fruitful relationship included testing both of their limits to--ironically--fulfill their potential pushing boundaries and traditions in the spirit of open-mindednesss and spontaneity. To be together with Yuel is far from a boring experience, and the girl will certainly make use of mutual enthusiasm and creativity to delight her partner with 'something new'. That in mind, it's expected that Yuel's relationships move extremely fast.
As a basic level of introduction, Yuel intends
to present herself respectfully as the natural stance to assume. On first contact, she speaks forth with the intent of viewing herself, and the subject, as equals. As with everything, there may be exceptions, but this is the standard. Even if she did possess information regarding a person she's yet to meet (for example if they were to be regarded with reverence or deemed the lowest of criminals), Yuel will hope to conduct herself without overstepping boundaries of intimacy or malice. That is, until something within her--or the subject--is sparked.
Her eccentric psyche has chiseled this characteristic into her, to the point of having a generally polite way of carrying herself in public to the best of her conscientious abilities. Yuel finds it shameful for someone to act without manners in a setting without some level of intimacy; therefore, she commits to doing just the opposite. Furthermore, when someone has actually done something worthy of acknowledgement, she won't simply have manners, but legitimately respect them, at the least holding them in relatively high-esteem. In regards to higher-ups, they naturally deserve respect, for reasons such as simply being "higher-up", as well as doing something deserving of that position. Given that, Yuel will give them respect; however, a situation may arise in which Yuel's personal opinion differs with their position. In this case, she will treat them politely, but express her disapproval subliminally.LIKES:
Another side of Yuel prefers to explore things with her own hands and eyes, as opposed to just considering things "in theory". To match up to her pride in being an "engineer", the girl applies her senses to examine the world around her, at least on the inside considering the surroundings with a cool rationalism, and more frequently an air of spirited curioisity. Those of the same breed can be attributed to being "doers" so to speak; like Yuel, they move from event to event, "doing" tasks to complete useful appliances to the superfluous tools. In short, Yuel and her kin learn from the environment as they go. Well suited to her 'engineer' title, one of the things Yuel finds utmost joy in is getting her hands dirty in an attempt to pull mechanisms apart, and later put them back together--hopefully just a bit better than before. For the time being, whether bodies are not exempt is unknown. After all, YUel si the type to explore her ideas and theories by applying them in her creations, subsequently troubleshooting through the trial and error stage for first-hand experiences. This is especially true in case she can't solve the predicament through thought alone. Of course, Yuel doesn't mind having others take interest in her projects, and at times even getting in her space. They just need to keep awareness to where her boundaries extend to. Those that inhibit her freedom and "wrongfully" interject in her principles find themselves having taken on more than they can chew.
Among the few things she enjoys, Yuel loves
discerning patterns and spotting discrepancies in anything. In practice, this is generally applied to statements and expression. By extension, lying to her thus becomes a challenge. Ironically, her own words should be taken with a grain of salt. Not to say that Yuel is dishonest, but whether in her own interests or general precaution--or more often, her own confusing way of speech when engrossed in an event--Yuel frequents exaggeration, using others' emotions in relation to hers to gain what she wants. At least, she intends to do so. As has been the norm lately, more often than not Yuel's own true thoughts and feelings express themself more vividly than her sesrpentine attempts at controlling the flow of the situation.
Combining the two factors, Yuel may seem--and can very much be--unreliable. In reality, few are more skilled and capable of reaching a solid conclusion or gaining what she desires. People who share her personality aren't interested in practical, day-to-day activities and maintenance, but when they find an environment where their underlying motivations and potential can be expressed and grasped, there is no limit to the time and energy she will expend in developing an insightful and effective solution as she sees it.
In more casual occurrences, Yuel frequents the ultimate devil's advocate, proficient in the process of shredding arguments to let the metaphorical ribbon drift in the wind--even when contradicting herself or her own beliefs, for the sake of self-satisfaction in being right and another being wrong. One can even take out the strategic purpose and still find that she enjoys this process. Few love the process of mental sparring more than Yuel, as it gives her a chance to exercise her effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove her points, biased as they might be.
As with all those invested in the scholarly, Yuel finds the unknown ever so interesting. If something were to occur, and any relevant information pertaining to it was to be unknown, one would commonly find her obsessively entranced in a pursuit. As is a common philosophy to worldly fulfillment, the fun in obtaining satisfaction is the journey; the Pursuit of Happiness. When in reference to Yuel, there can be no better term—aside from substituting Happiness for Knowledge, as they are typically one in the same to her. Indeed, much of her entertainment comes from discovering the unknown for herself, and while the end result is simply outstanding, she has clearly learned to appreciate the trials taken to get as far as she did. Simply stated, Yuel is an infophile, and given that, supposedly, one can see a gleam in her eyes when facing the foreign.DISLIKES:
What Yuel dislikes 'specifically' isn't so crystal clear, but the qualifications to be someone she dislikes is evermore tangible. At that point, heir actions will cause her to lose respect for them, or in a less likely case, gain more respect from her. One's status and/or appearance usually has no bearing on her; as such, if she were to meet a king, they would be treated no different than a girl from a brothel.
Naturally, there are some exceptions to this standard, and sometimes someone's position or appearance does have an effect on her, hence the aforementioned "usually". Afterall, if someone walks into a pub with a sign hanging on their neck saying "I will break you if you come within a metre of me", Yuel, or anyone else for that matter, isn't going to find any benefit in interacting with them. But, in terms of giving someone a different level of respect upon first meet, usually this is done by relation to another person. For example, if she has a good friend, and she meets that good friend's brother, naturally she would having the expectation of the brother to be someone she could get along with, and therefore offers a bit more respect than usual. In contrast, if his hated nemesis's mentor comes along, Yuel isn't going to get all friendly with him/her.
Yuel has the occasional “what is life” rant. With her high level of intellect, it’s understandable that she might have some level of explanation for things not defined by natural laws of logic and the like. Now, this isn't to say she will always throw out a piece of perspective that invokes a lot of thought, as she frequently takes the more casual, simple approach to things; but there still comes the occasion that the girl might just spew out something heart-felt and deep. Especially when trying to prove a point, explain her point-of-view or try to get others to understand something. Even justifying something can lead to some philosophy of hers, or a concept she can agree with.
While not as a whole, Yuel usually jumps to a negative conclusion when judging people. While she will give someone the benefit of the doubt, she would more easily believe someone to have darker motives over being good-hearted. In her poverty-ridden life amongst the less fortunate, assessing someone could not be done through actions alone, as quite a lot of people had always worn a mask over their faces. As a result, Yuel developed the skill to 'read' people, though much of the information extracted from these readings were only speculation and assumptions.
A bit of legitimate deduction is used in accordance with their background, circumstances, appearance and actions, but without knowing someone on a personal level much of this information is relatively superficial, and privy to interpretation. This is where Yuel's cynical characteristic comes in. What seems to be a preferred interpretation of information she comes across is things of the more negative spectrum.MOTIVATIONS:
Something rather apparent when one becomes acquainted with Yuel is her aspirations. The girl tries to always reach higher and grasp things beyond her, inherently making her capable of an astonishing rate of growth when the circumstances allow. Whether natural or force, her ambitious side has made her a rather capable learner, being able to catch onto things quickly. This trait goes hand-in-hand with his job as an informant.
In a way, one can consider Yuel to be a 'big dreamer'. She has a plenty of goals, whether they are small milestones or ones that reach way up high into the realm of the impossible, all of them are sights set before her. For example, her desire to find something which can entertain her, whatever it may be. Despite ranging from small to big, this goal can only be temporarily achieved, and is therefore never-ending. Or another goal of hers, overcoming the traumas of her past While not having as much of a clear path to achievement, thus vaguer milestones, there is a definitive and tangible goal at the end.
In such a case as the provided examples, Yuel might attempt to grasp both, using them as a catalyst for each other. While trying to forget past trauma, there's almost an expectancy of being entertained along the way, and in an attempt to discover something entertaining, a shard of memories may be lost.
When Yuel is particularly excited, the conversation can border on incoherence as she might try to explain the daisy-chain of logical conclusions that led to the formation of her latest idea. Often times, Yuel will opt to simply move on from a topic before it's ever understood what she was trying to say, rather than try to lay things out in plain terms. The reverse can also be true when people explain their thought processes to her, in terms of subjectivity and feeling. Imagine an immensely complicated clockwork, taking in every fact and idea possible, processing them with a heavy dose of creative reasoning and returning the most logically sound results available; this is how the Yuel's mind works, and her kind has little tolerance for an emotional monkey-wrench jamming her gears without logical basis.FEARS:
One thing that really holds Yuel back is her restless and pervasive fear of failure. Yuel is so prone to reassessing her own thoughts and theories, worrying that she’s missed some critical piece of the puzzle, that she might become stagnate, lost in an intangible world where her thoughts are never truly applied. Overcoming this self-doubt stands as one of the greatest challenges she is likely to face, but the intellectual gifts --big and small--bestowed on the world when she does makes it worth the fight, arrogant as it may be.
Through a series of rather unfortunate events Yuel has found himself to assume female pronouns. While initially male, she has through supernatural circumstances undergone an unwilling gender change. Considering her lack of over-the-top physical activities, as a male he lacked bulging muscles, but as someone who still appreciated the fun in playing around, as well as understanding the necessity in some level of strength to conduct any number of tasks, Yuel failed to ignore a moderate level of exercise. As a result, he could be considered a minute level above average. At least enough to see some muscle tone, moreso attributed by a lack of body fat thanks to high metabolism. Post gender-modification, the now female Yuel didn't lose her muscle mass. Interestingly enough she retained her physical aptitude albeit a reduction in size, assuming a fairly slim body-type. Her muscle tone is now fairly more noticeable, and as someone who had an above-average level of muscle mass as a male, she holds considerably more muscle mass as a female. Through multiple layers of clothing, her curves are hidden to the best of her ability, and still presents a somewhat male body.SKIN COLOUR:
Originally Yuel held varying skin tone, sometimes in patches across his body. This was the result of uneven tanning through numerous activities; ridden with tan-lines around his ankles for any number of reasons, around his wrists from wearing gloves while working namely on machines and other constructs which aren't so easily done indoors, and even around his neck and ears from accessories. Patches and specks of skin which are both lighter and darker than surrounding skin are namely a result of activities such as swimming, with the magnification of water accelerating the skin-tanning and peeling from sun-burns. Additionally, several accidents have given Yuel countless scars of multiple levels of severity, namely around the base of his left shoulder to shoulder-blade and right hip thanks to losing these limbs. After the sudden transformation of gender, aside from her two missing limbs Yuel's skin had gone complete revitalisation. Her rejuvenated surface now presents a porcelain white, taking after both her parents whose original skin-tone was extremely white as well. Selective areas are slightly pink, and sudden changes in skin colour are more easily noticeable, such as blushing, bruises, or repeated friction. With the use of coloured body lotion and sparse usage of foundation and other body-makeup, Yuel has replicated her scars and various contrasts of skin colour, namely on her two organic limbs, upper-chest above the breast, lower nape, abdomen, neck and face. On occasions where she feels it acceptable to apply effort to the rest of her back, she will, but the rest of her torso is neglected considering her gender will immediately be exposed once they're revealed.HAIR DETAILS:
In varying lighting Yuel's hair can go from a deep yellow to the point of looking dyed, to bordering a pale white. While it's somewhere around the middle, shading drastically changes almost her overall look. As a male, his hair was without exception almost always a deep blonde. The assorted lighting only served to change how dark it looked, but it always shined an obnoxious golden hue. Very much like her skin, post-'transformation' Yuel's hair lightened drastically, and while certain lighting can still bring it back to its original Yuel prefers not to take the chance and just outright dyes it. When assuming the role of a trap, she ties the majority of her hair back and parts her bangs in the middle, with the unintentional cowlick defying gravity harder than Cloud's hair. On occasion she keeps her ponytail bare, but her hair's length vastly extended as one of the many changes of her gender-switch. To hide the abnormal rapid growth, Yuel typically braids her ponytail, and with the fortunate application of girl-magic, the length is drastically reduced from falling below her hips to going no further than the ends of her shoulder-blades. Of course, it's tedious to do this every single time, as by no means is it time-friendly task. That said, namely when at home Yuel becomes lax in regards to her hair and undoes some of the girl-magic. Her bangs extend further, though she retains a similar style to her previous physical appearance. The cowlick stays standing with bangs split in the middle, and instead of tying off her braid at the bottom of the hairline, she wears it in a top-knot esque fashion and wraps the remaining braid-mass around the base of the ponytail. There are times where she just lets her hair bare out its full length, and for some odd reason Yuel's cowlick flattens, though this isn't always the case. Out of convenience and desire to experiment, naturally Yuel will often wear all sorts of hair-styles, but the variety and infrequence makes it unnecessary to document.EYE DETAILS:
- VISUAL REFERENCE:
Imagine living a fulfilling, prideful life which takes full advantage of your masculinity. Well, maybe masculinity's the wrong word to use. Actually, it wasn't all that fulfilling either. It wasn't very prideful... Okay, from the top.
Imagine getting by in life at a decent pace; you're a little unlucky with living circumstances, plagued by the demon named poverty; despite that, you're making the most of things. A few bad turns here and there, some misfortune whaps you in the face, but you get up anyways since things could always be worse; for example, you could lose some limbs and... sorry, that's a bad example.
So yeah. Life's not the greatest, but you're moving through. Then, you get the lucky stroke of getting into the city! Hold on, forgot to mention, but you're living basically out in the boonies. So, wham! Once in a lifetime chance for someone of your circumstances to get out there and experience the world, sorta! But once you get there, once again the cruel mistress dawns, and you've yet to escape the plague. A kind soul offers assistance, and the next day you wake up with hope. This is where the masculinity part comes in.
Most of your hobbies are the stereotypical "man-job" which takes full advantage of a male physique, since biology just happens to be this way. And some motherfucker comes along and takes even that from you. Yeah, that's where this is going; out of nowhere, for reasons you can't explain, you went from being a guy who thoroughly took advantage of the fact, to being a girl! And you're still a dude in the head!
So, that ended up happening. Yup. To me. It's not fucken' funny, srsly.
Here's a bit of context. Go back around 14 years, and you get a earnest young couple, early twenties. Despite the boundaries of poverty they were united under the sacred bounding known as marriage. With the honeymoon comes a feverous night, and suddenly the phenomenon of growing another of your species in a manner not too dissimilar to plants is performed. Wait a couple months and you squeeze out the mushy organism in a bloody mess, unaided by the technology of today because--yes, you guessed it, the poor are unable to afford most decent hospitals. In this day and age, there are those nice non-profit establishments that for the good of the people employ doctors and nurses to perform their duties free of charge. Unfortunately, out in the boonies, that ain't a thing.
This is where I come in. Fabulous, adorable me. Well, you don't have to take my word for it, considering I only heard it from my parents and God knows how much they embellish these sorts of details. Oh, poor people can't afford cameras either. Even the super old, outdated ones that are, like, 5,000 yen. That 5k can feed you for a week used sparingly, y'know!
As you might expect, over time the economy widened the gap between those in poverty, and those just not-so well off. Of course, the variety and range of people in these set economical classes have increased thanks to more generous, smarter and long-term thinking economics (thx world leaders), but utter elimination of the less desirable levels is still impossible (thx human desires). So for the most part we adapted what that one Clinton might refer to as "African-style raising" and had the close-knit community of what can pretty easily be defined as the villagers aid my parents in raising me, while they looked for any job they could get. As one might expect with accelerated technology, most of the menial jobs in this day and age are easily performed by technology auto-magically, for a relatively cheap price. For that, my parents resorted to performing odd-jobs anywhere in, like, a five hundred kilometre radius. Naturally, I sometimes wouldn't see them for weeks on end, at times even months.
It was a bit lonely as I started to grow up and understand the significance of authorial roles and father/mother figures. The villagers were pretty nice anyways, so at the very least my emotional, mental growth and social skills didn't decline. It's not like I suffered any relationship-related idiosyncrasies or anything. Well, maybe nothing too serious. Nooo, the true suffering has yet to come. Wait about a decade, and that's when it happens.
Around the age of four, I was pretty satisfied with my circumstances. I mean, I don't mean to brag or anything, but apparently I'm a bit smarter than the average folk. I think faster--sometimes too fast in my perspective; I understand concepts easier and can apply myself with far less effort, and get far better results than most. With the uneducated circumstances of those around me, it's not as if I had a proper comparison anyways, so take these words with a grain of salt.
So as to occupy myself with an age too young to work, and the 'couldn't-be-helped' neglect of my parents (I still loved them; again, it was just a bit lonely, nothing too bad actually), I immersed myself in the applicable arts. I think this village was some sort of stereotype taken out of a cartoon; there was a mechanical-dump about 20 minutes away by foot from the area. There, I basically taught myself about antique technology dating back as late as the 2200s when I was lucky. Even built my own computer! Took my two years to do that, though.
Rummaging through the mountainous depths of metal parts easily tanned me, but fortunately built up some of my muscle. Surprisingly, there was a small lake amidst the dump. It'd be more accurate to call it a massive puddle, around the size of a 2010s community swimming pool; I end up learning about useless bits of history like that through my computer, which could barely access parts of the internet. Sometimes, I was lucky enough to browse this site called "Wikipedia" or something. Learned a looot of pointless things, but I digress. This puddle was, as a matter of course, abhorrently disgusting. Dirt and oil mixed into it to the point that I assumed it was a tar pit at first. With a bit of elbow grease--sometimes literally--and perspiration, I slaved away at building a pretty rudimentary water filter. It was enough to at least get the other substances out, but probably not the bacteria. I just boiled the water afterwards, and as far as I know it seemed good enough to drink. Maybe that's what made me a girl: shitty water....
So I basically constructed a sort of hideout, since there was a lack of appropriate trees and planks of wood to make a tree-house: every boy's dream for at least 450 years. With metal works under my array of makeshift skills it was like finding a single steampunk hut in yet-to-be-made steampunk paradise. Sooo much scrap material.
The hideout itself wasn't actually my proudest steampunk-esque invention, though. Well, when I say invention, I'm using that word pretty flexibly. Around the time I was 9, I had an accident while climbing the metal mountains. I made some tools to help me to so, but the piece that caught my eye was only ten metres up. I didn't feel like it was necessary to tediously take the time to put on all my equipment to ensure safety and efficiency. It wasn't that far up anyways. I was careless. Stupid! Arrogant, naive little me! As if the gods held some inexplicable emotion of disdain for me, one of my handles slipped, and I rolled down to the base. the vibrations ran up to the peak before the whole thing came crashing down. I reveled in the pain in my ankles from my fall that I couldn't move out of the way in time, but just before then I shot out my makeshift flare gun. The noise was drowned out by the sound of clashing metal, so I suppose I vainly wasted a flare.
I woke up to find myself missing two limbs! The villagers were well aware of my activities, and when they heard a noise so loud you'd need to be more than deaf to ignore it, in a panicked frenzy they valiantly came to my rescue. Or maybe I'm exaggerating things a little. But, these details are negligible; I was, after all, still missing my right arm and left leg! It was horrible! I couldn't dispel the cynical thoughts, "Woe is me! How will I ever continue my projects! I'm disfigured, cursed for life! Poverty is not the only beast sent to bring me down!
" Again, the real suffering has yet to be established. In perspective, it still wasn't all that bad. And why is that? Because I looked soooo cool with my new limbs.
Yes, I got new limbs. It's the 25th century, people~, of course we can regain limbs! With today's technology, you can completely regrow a brand new pair of limbs, even organs. Of course, it'll cost a bit, and we're not exactly lizards so there are some difficulties; the tan-lines you get will be horrendous, and typically organic limbs are a bit costly. You can even become a cyborg and get totally awesome apps installed right into you, or weapons and bits of technology that makes life, maybe not easier and certainly complex, but convenient and adventurous! So, yeah, it costs money. Hahaha... what a terrible joke. It still ain't fucken funny, srsly.
Instead, my parents spent about half of the money they made in the past three months getting me a set of artificial, mechanical limbs that made me look like I came from the 23rd century! Super uncool. It was heavy too. And painful. Incredibly painful. I thought I would die from the pain--most anesthetics these days are even more expensive then my mechanical limbs! In the end, they were fully functional, and they weren't too much heavier than my actual arms. It was fairly balanced; with some modifications, it was even more optimal. I tried to balance the weight perfectly, since if I made it too light basically one side of my body would be Steven Hawking, and if I made it too heavy, that side would be hulk. In the end, throughout the years I would make modifications here and there, and adapt it to my growing body that underwent a disappointingly slow rate of growth.
At this point, my life has been pretty easy going despite the circumstances. I'm sure others might see me to have impressive perseverance and drive, mainly because I've so far gone through the years fairly earnestly. From someone else's perspective, I might have gone through hardships and overcome them, but the way I see it it's likely the exact opposite. Others might see me as privileged, more or less. That being said, it's not like I complained all that much. I was a kid, so naturally I whined hear and there, particularly when I got those two massive injuries; I wallowed in self pity for about a week until I realised some of the benefits. But, basically throughout the duration of those times I never really wholly applied myself. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I was lazy. With my inventions, I benefited the village and therefore never really had to work, as the villagers provided me necessities with my parents gone working, such as sharing food and water with me (the latter, I produced myself anyways). But, one day, I was actually inspired.
- Yuel after getting new limbs:
There are the Outskirts of Karakura, and then there's where I lived. Same concept: still within the barrier that kept out unwelcomed hollows and demons, but right on the edge. Fortunately, there was a sentry outpost around twenty to forty kilometres due West. Its presence warded off hollows and demons, enough so that even if I had the ability to see them holed beasts, I never would. Whoops, forgot to mention. I'm spiritually inept. I'm one of, like, five people in the entire village. With the current era having a majority of the spiritually aware, I suffer yet another disadvantage. It turns out to be not much of a problem; in the future I acquire an item that rids me of what is now essentially a disability. Still, it's starting to become a pattern for whatever celestial authority out there dictates life, that I would be so debilitated.
My skills with mechanics increased at a pretty steep rate, enough that my hand-made computer, despite the quality of the material available, was on par with 3rd Gen 24th century computers. Access to the net was a lot easier, and by extension my pool of knowledge. As usual, most of what I learned seemed useless at the time, but a lot of the content read had to do with spiritual and mystical beings, as well as the explanations behind their abilities, racial qualities, history; since I'm spiritually inept, it really seemed like all of what I read seemed useless. But because of that, it sort of seemed like a fantasy to me. Especially since I lived out in the quiet, isolated countryside that was never really blessed with any excitement.
This is where the inspiration came in. Like a UFO that descended from the celestial bodies off-world, a humanoid creature practically meteor-struck the ground and left a crater some five kilometres away from the village. Understandably, my first verbal reaction was "Holy shit!", but the plausible danger in such an event quickly drew the villagers' attention to the 'staring aimlessly' me. Panic ensued and people began to run away, while the slightly more motivated tried to bring me along. Unlike the villagers who didn't have access to much outside knowledge, I knew exactly what just performed a crash-landing. The images and descriptive details written on the net helped me to understand what my eyes were seeing. The mystical being, an Iramasha. Without manually doing so, apparently the usual Iramasha wouldn't be invisible to the naked, spirutally inept human eye. After all, spiritual and mystical beings were evidently fundamentally different.
'This was what I've been reading about for years!' is what I was thinking. My following actions--I didn't really regret them. But I probably could've gone about the situation in a far more appropriate manner. Out of sheer excitement and confusion all I could do was dash towards the scene. I couldn't feel the difference between the mystical and spiritual energies, but the common-point visual attributes of chaos energy described hinted pretty clearly.
That hastiness? Easily the second most rash decision I've ever made. If I hadn't lost those two limbs in the climbing accident, this is where I would've ended up losing them. The second I arrived on the scene foolishly charging in to get a better look, what I assumed to be a blast of some sort of energy literally swept me off my fight and carried me backgrounds roughly a hundred metres. I landed using my metal limbs, but the speed was too high and instantly their joints snapped. I hit the ground and immediately lost the air in my lungs. Fortunately, I suffered no head trauma, just a massive, unending headache that only carried on for three minutes, but easily felt like three hours. With a bit of time to gather my wits, air refilled my chest and I started to hyperventilate. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK." So, maybe I'm a bit profane, but it's not like I spew colourful words on an hourly basis. To be fair, I just landed with enough pressure to instantly break metal limbs at their joints, so I think I was justified. That being said, please overlook the fact that most of my pain was generated by the feeling of my two limbs snapping at the elbow and knee, and only when I looked at where the two injuries would be, did I realise that the damage I took was to metal limbs which held no nerves. At that point, the pain immediately subsided.
The adrenaline pumping through my body could probably kill a cow. I guess that means I'm tougher than a cow? Hah! Okay, so there I was trying to calm down. Knowing my metal leg wouldn't be able to support me, I quietly sat down without any alternative options. Yep. I just sat there, front row seat to witness a feet that probably would have killed me if I got any closer. And I was just spectating; didn't even reach 300 metres--never passed that distance. Aaand, this is about the time I blank out. I don't remember whether or not it was from the pain, acccumulated fatigue drawn from past activities; this was around three years ago, so the painted picture isn't so clear in my mind, despite this being basically a turning point in my life.
Anyways, when I woke up, an obnoxious blend of pink hair and blue eyes loomed over me. If at the time I had a means to interact with energies, I'm sure an aura of intimidation would have made me faint. That not being the case, for me it was just plain weird. Reminded me of something like candyland for some reason; they were really bright, the pink and blue. After waking up and adjusting my eyes to the sudden darkness and sparkling lights in the sky, the moonlight revealed to me exactly what I wanted to see! For the first time, the Gods rewarded me. Sankyuu, Kaguya-hime! I'll be sure to treat the bamboo well.
So who is this pink-haired, blue-eyes
you might ask. Why have my metaphorical ovaries turned gears? Or you might not; basically, the person watching over me in what for some reason at the time I thought was giving me a lap pillow was none other than the Iramasha that crash-landed! Well, one of two; this one was the guy. I didn't get a good look at his opponent, but it's just my assumption that their god-tier mammaries signified 'girl'. "Oh, you're awake?" Naturally, his voice was insanely tender. I hope it was only a thought, but an impulsive "Kyaa~
" came out. I guess not. I could practically feel the subsequent confused smile and raised eyebrow staring down on my probably awkward face. But let's just say it was the immaturity of a eleven-year old. Yeah, let's go with that.
Fast forward a few verbal exchanges that would happen with anyone encountering a bordering uncanny nice guy, and you find us at my home in the village. After inquiring my physical state and health--and mental, unfortunately--I brought the Iramasha named "Azure" to the village in order to express my thanks for him checking up on me (ignoring the fact that he was the cause for my possible danger). At that moment, the still excited me disabled the "tact" feature in the settings page on the main menu, and a burst of questions came rambling from my mouth as a fast as I thought them. After realising it was an exaggerated 1200 words per minute being spewed out, I carefully retracted and begun asking them one at a time. Through my selfishness, which I also do not regret presenting, Azure stayed with me for some several hours. The sun dawned, and at that moment Azure left. It was kind of abrupt, but he seemed to be in a hurry, and who was I to stop him? Oh, that's what I was doing for the past several hours.
Azure mostly answered nearly all my questions. Nearly because a lot of them were weird and unrelated to the rest, like "Do you know where Davy Jones' Locker is?" Yep, Wikipedia. For some reason, I feel like that page specifically was purposely edited to feature incorrect information. Apparently, Davy Jones' Locker is mythical? But then again, so are angels and demons. Speaking of which, as I initially suspected, Azure turned out to be an Angel Iramasha. He exhibited some of their traits that I happened to recognise; what I didn't expect was the fact that he was an angel. Like, a literal angel. LITERAL, ANGEL. I was aware of the existence of demons, but angels? Needless to say, I felt like the walls of my skull were pressured by a mind ready to burst. Metaphorically, of course.
Before he left, I made sure to ask about where he was going. "Karakura Central" slipped from his lips; it didn't seem like his intentions were to tell me. But I suppose that was how it worked out. I tried to establish some sort of way to continue communication with him, but all he gave me was something like an identification number? At the time, it was just my guess that it was how you can communicate in the city, and me being where I was, I just didn't really have the means to use it. Later I learned I was pretty much right. Oh, before I forget, it's probably best I mention that it seemed like he thought I was a girl at that time. I didn't really get the difference in the pronouns he used back then, but now that I've become a bit more literate I eventually found out. Which makes the current predicament I'm in all the more disastrous!!! How ever will I explain myself and sound sane?!
I'll get to that eventually, though. After Azure left, like a young adventurer looking at the back of his trainer walking off into the sunset in some sort of anime, I yearned to meet him again and learn more. Learning turned into from a lax hobby to what I basically dedicated myself to. Ah, also that's not actually how the scene played out. From my understanding Azure just 'poofed', probably using something along the lines of Chaos Warp? And it wasn't the sunset before him, but the sunrise. Anyways, at this time I finally had some sort of motivation; something to inspire me to not just do whatever I fancied in my steampunk paradise, but actually strive to achieve something. That something being enrollment into Karakura High.
I learned about it from the net, of course. It was a fairly prestigious school--in fact, the most prestigious on Earth, easily said. Best of all, it was in Karakura Central--where Azure would be! I thought at the time that such a famed institution could give some sort of dorming and scholarship so long as I got accepted at, like, top of the class or something. From thereon, I dedicated all my time on the internet. No, not doing anything indecent--I was studying the entire time. No, really. For the next three years, all I did was study. Like, almost literally all I did was study. So much that on multiple occasions I lost consciousness from sleep deprivation and famine. At some point I finally came to the totally original conclusion, to care for one's mind one must care for their body. I eventually learned that this was not, in fact, original, and instead a proverb probably from China or something. I thought I was special, so when this donned on me I wept and forgot the rest of the information on the subject.
With obsessive dedication three years past. I learned everything from foreign languages of both Earth and other realms, to quantum physics and biology. Unfortunately, that's all I could cram in within the span of three years. With that, and the support of my parents who encouraged me to get an education, I set off for Karakura Central. Of course, all the money they gave me was to be saved of for once I got there, so the distance from my village to the actual place in question was walked. Again, to take care of one's mind, one must take care of their body. I didn't neglect the muscular growth, and to do so in what would probably be considered the impact of puberty, it seemed practical to apply effort in raising my physical attributes. Hue, maybe I'm a man of practicality. Oh... not a man... that's right... *sniff*
From there, I took the entrance exam to Karakura Central. The test was way harder than anything I expected. Everything was a trick question! Or so I thought. It was my ignorant misconception that the prestigious Karakura High School would have such a massive wall of knowledge barring people from entering simply because it was so reputable. In hindsight, I probably overestimated the difficulty level and over-studied. While taking the exam, everything seemed too easy! Logically, I assumed it all to be trick questions, designed not only to test your knowledge, but intellectual capacity and psychological prowess, or something like that. Whenever available, I chose an answer that seemed philosophically and morally correct, as opposed to the literal options. Because of that, I barely passed the test with only a 2.
Good ol' optimistic me still rejoiced! After all, a passing score is still passing. Even if it's bad. What mattered more at that point was that I could now live in the city! WOOHOO! And once again the Gods shat on me. Another one of fruits of my naivety: Karakura High did not, in fact,offer dorms. Rinse and repeat, "Woe is me! How will I ever continue my schooling! I'm homeless, cursed for life! Disability is not the only beast sent to bring me down!
" So what I did instead was just sleep on the streets, waiting for the school term to start. Occasionally I was stared at, but who could help it? Rather, who could help me? The answer was someone. Someone else who seemed to be equally forsaken by whatever deity was certainly experiencing a wealth of pleasure witnessing our misfortune.
Touma Yuudeshi. A boy was walking out from the school campus--which beyond the gates was where I happened to make camp at--whom practically exuded a presence of misfortune. The second he came into my view, bird poop dropped on his head. Some of it landed on the floor, which he ended up stepping on as well. I think some of it even got in his mouth, but sight was so pitiable and kind of appalling that turned my head away. Around that time, my stomach sung me a ballad. I completely forgot about food, and the sudden hunger hit me hard enough to induce tears. "Ueehhh..." It was quite frankly embarrassing. Without hesitation I packed my stuff into the massive potato sack I carried there and walked away in hunchback, writhing in pain. Or so I tried. "Hey, uh, if you're hungry you want to try [Japanese] Denny's?" I turned with tears streaming down at a far faster rate. Yup, tears of joy. I wanted to scream out with all my heart, "KAMI-SAMA~!!" and embrace him. Oh, turns out I actually did that. >///>
So the kind botchan took me to a family restaurant and treated me out for a meal. It was there I vaguely described my circumstances. In truth, it was a pretty detailed summary put into as few words as I could muster, but the reason it turned out vague was because the only words that could be heard spewing from my mouth were in between the incessant gobbling and lip-smacking produced from my gluttonous presentation. After I was done, with all my heart I conveyed my thanks as much as possible. In my eyes, Touma basically saved my life. I actually had some dried food in my backpack, but the offer of free food blindsided me and all memories pertaining to the fact evaporated as quickly as the water in my rations. But his magnanimity knew no bounds! It was at this point, Touma offered me stay at his own home. At least, for the time being. I didn't have the intention of overstaying my graces.
After settling into the spare room he had available, I took the best nap I had in days. And when I woke up, the most disastrous thing! Once more, "Woe is me! How will I ever continue my life! I'm disfigured, cursed for life! Homelessness was not the only beast sent to bring me down!
" It was at this moment--the present, that I faced the most demeaning event of my life. I brushed with death watching the combat of mystical beings, lost my right arm and left leg in a climbing accident, and carried through poverty. But this? How was I ever to deal with this?! I literally just randomly woke up to a slender figure and breasts. Naturally, my first reaction was excitement, until I realised my southern body failed to react. Frankly confused, I reached down to discover he went concave. It freaked me out! I jumped up and sat upright, only to realise that what had seemed a pleasant awakening at first, was me! I ran up from the sheets and to the nearest mirror. Noticing so many differences in my body, the first entirely rational thought that came mind, "Yeah; get naked." At blinding speeds I stripped myself, only to behold an actually really appealing body. I ogled at the mirror a bit before noticing my thoughts of "damn, she's hot" was directed towards myself.
In a frenzied panic I, without redressing myself, ran out the room and scoured for Touma. Bursting through the door I cried out, "SENPAI!! ;A;
" I jumped on top of his bed and cried aloud. "Something happened, and I don't know how, I don't know why, it just--" I rambled incoherently for a while, and the tears running down my face didn't help. But soon enough, as always I regained my composure and instead tried to think of a solution. "Ne, Senpai, don't you have that one thing that negates unnatural phenomena? You could probably fix me!" Without waiting for his response I guided his hands to my breasts, and while they cupped the mass I unconsciously let out a "kyu!" noise. After a literal minute in my mounted position and his hands over my breasts, it was hard not to notice both of our bodies getting excited. But I ain't gay! It's probably some sort of biological reaction or something, I dunno! But our current positions and uncontrolled reactions made the situation more than awkward enough. The efforts towards my reversion wasn't working anyways, so there really wasn't any need to continue the futility. Without a single word said, I quietly got off of Touma and made my way back to my room in a rush. The entire rest of the day I spent huddled under the covers in fetal position mulling over what had just happened, and what ever I was to do from hereon out.
- Frantic New Yuel: