Post by Miumi Harou on Apr 17, 2009 16:38:56 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO:[/b] English / Lit I
Name: Eva
Age: 18
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CHARACTER INFO:
Name: Miumi Harou
Age: Unknown Appears: 14
Birthdate: May 9th, 1800
Year in School: Freshman
Type: Demon/Witch
Powers:
My single curse.
Hydrokinetics/Healing
Umi Koodori,
The essence of water. The starting point of life. An essential part of your life. Miumi's main power which branches off begins with this the ability to control water by using his mind and it is quite useful since he can draw it from the area around him and water is everywhere in the air we breath in the ground we walk upon in plants and animals. While he has only been able to draw from natural sources excluding animals and humans. While he has noticed water also kills without it. When he draws from plants or animals they begin to die at an accelerated rate. Turning black in mere moments. While drawing from the air may make it feel dry but that is his power a constant duel sided sword. Since water also drains him of his energy but the power it grants him is unique and makes him a worthy foe while when he uses it he is constantly moving and on his feet incorporating simple movements such as dancing into ways of fighting to make it all a game to him even when the consequences of losing are his own life. A price he is all to willing to pay.
Water is a unique element since it has so many forms becoming simple things like the essence of steam. Or the frigid essence of ice. In this form it is just water he is able to bend it with simple movements such as lashing his arm out he could create a blade while his movements are so much more complicated and intricate making each attack harder to expect. The water thought speaks to him in a way by releasing a melody he can hear it pounds in his ears like the heart in his chest. He simply moves to the beats while it is unknown if the beats he hears it because of his mind's essence lacing with the water causing some sort of vibration or release of energy. While to use this he normally has to remain level headed and be calm and go with the flow kind of like how water moves. But this seems to have changed some of his mind-set he has become optimistic due to this power because water finds a way out no matter how tightly you try and contain it will begin to escape some how. So he knows that no matter how dark things are there is always light.
Youkai Jouki Koodori
The feeling of rage is a powerful thing it makes your blood boil on the inside and makes you become a monster in the eyes of other people who look at you. It makes you become the very thing you despise so much like a hollow wearing a mask you stand there in a human veil. While some people let their anger and rage consume them other's learned to use it to fuel their desire their will to live on and their will to fight. To simply not back down from the challenge that is always present living. Miumi is an example. Instead of becoming crazy with revenge he uses it to fuel his desires to stand up to face the opposition. It became another dance in the many that he uses. This one is more erratic and goes with an up-beat tempo of his mind. How this power works is rather interesting since his reiatsu can be used to reflect the mood and state of mind and body when it fuses with the essence of rage. This changes regular water into a weapon of seering anger and rage making it even more dangerous similar to the sorrow of ice. This one makes it's presence known by hissing it's voice.
While what he does is his mind actually gains a sense of feeling to it becoming hot against the natural water he can bend by fusing the two together it will begin to heat up rapidly at first the water will begin to bubble which he can use as well as a weapon sending orbs of seering hot water at his enemies. Sooner or later you know it's going to happen the water will begin to disappear becoming an essence of steam. The feeling of water is still present even if they are scattered while it takes more focus he can keep the molecules moving making them extremely hot. While dancing he can cause the steam to shoot out of tiny crevices in the ground if exposed to it for long time it can burn flesh badly or completely off. Other ways to use it is by making some of them slightly harder and stronger molecoles linking them together it makes an almost solid limb meaning it could hit them in a whip like form but the problem with it is. Once it hit them it would disperse leaving no sign of ever being there making it near useless but effective if he needs a quick attack
While the power can also be used in conjunction with some of his other attacks which is rather strange. Since the water can be pulled quickly together and reform as an actual form of solid water. Or if his emotions are able to switch quick enough the steam will become water and shift to ice. While this power seems to have given him an element of surprise he hasn't really mastered the shifting of one form of water to another rapidly and normally he can only switch one form at time but this is as far as his talent goes in this part
Chiyu Ame Koodori
The desire to help others to undone damage that has been done. The kindness that lies in every heart that beats has it's limits while when you are gifted with the power to be able to fix broken flesh and repair torn flesh would you use it to help better the world or cause chaos. This power links to legends of the great moon goddess Tsuki-yomi who was an image of Shinto. Some say it was because she was to kind and fell in love with the mortals of the planet and gifted them with this power. At first it may of been because the water they tried to drink was tainted or the innocent kept getting hurt. So the desire to help other's gifted many of the people who were linked to the moon with this power. It had evolved from simply purification to being able to help seal shut wounds on the human body and save the lives of countless people while the strain the people suffer when they use it is great and they can feel flashes of the victim's pain it will fade away if they do it right. This is the blessing of the eternal moon.
As stated this comes from Miumi's desire to help people and water's some what natural healing properties. How he uses this is by forming orbs of water lacing them with his energy but the energy swarms within the water lacing into it almost like how they sew the skin back together with needle and thread. The level is slightly higher and the water is purifying itself making it clean and clear to the point where it glows. He will send it up into the air where it will finally break. Or if it is a severe wound he will form an orb and place it on direct contact to the wound. The way this works is the excess energy in the orbs when in contact with the skin releases itself and the proteins formed into the water begin to feed and make cells around the wound respond causing them to multiply at a much quicker rate. The down side is when Miumi uses this he has to be utterly focused on the wounds and he can feel every ounce of pain some what like a mind attack since his body remains quite fine. Still it's funny since when he heals he's crying.
Affiliation: Neutral (senses are distorted)
DESCRIPTION:
Physical Description:
Facial
Miumi's skull is wrapped in the luscious veils of the shadows which start at the top of his forehead and begin to coil down his body flowing almost like a snake in search of his pray. The abysmal black strands of hair which flow from his skull flow downwards going past where many girls start cutting their hair. While his hair is naturally straightened by the water and it's constant pressure on his hair which also results in it's glossy sheen. While normally at the black of the skull his hair is either bound with a small leather collar since some people find it amusing to pull his hair and this deadens the nerves which attach to it making yanking only jerk his skull back. While going down from there it counties it's long flowing river like structure as if it is tainted with the desires of men staining it as black as the thoughts of a hollow. Going past the curves of his hips and even below the final curves of his rear. Reaching his just below his knee-caps where it begins to curl upwards slightly as if someones hand's reaching for the light which would lead them to a peaceful world.
While his face comes into view many people are kept away because of the pigment of his skin. He is like the essence of the moon gentle in appearance and pale. Some people compare his skin to the color of a piece of new printer paper because of how pale he is despite his many hours under the sun. Occasionally his skin has been seen to be a gentle honey color what he began to tan. While the appearance is deceiving since many peolpe refer to him as a banshee or the walking dead. While the pigment is actually fairly normal it appears so much lighter because of the contrast that his hair provides. While he has his own markings which are natural which identify him as different. A scar which adores the middle of his forehead it is a small crescent moon shaped cut. Which has become a part of him some suggest it is his linking and symbolism of his affiliation with the moon because of his power. While this is just a few shades darker then the rest of his skin it sticks out slightly and people tend to stare it makes him feel rather self conscious.
His face isn't like a blank slate and many interesting features help make it up this interesting pallet of life. Starting just at his eyes where it all begins. Where his normal appearance seems to fade away while his eyes are normally hidden behind glasses which glitter in the light hiding what they truly are. To a few people he may look weird because of his eyes. The reason is because he is inflicted with a disease at birth. An extreme case of hetrochromeria making his eyes all but normal. This disease rearranged the chromosomes in his eyes shifting them around altering the color and this is what they created. When you look at one of his eyes it's like gazing into the depth of the sea because of the mixtures of subtle blue, green and even the hints of gray which make up the sea. It has the illusion of pulsing forward almost as if it was coming to consume you. While the other eye is like the tones of earth mixtures of green,brown and the decay of gray. It seems to thrive and move as if it were alive at times to be honest it's kind of creepy.
While that isn't the only thing that makes him different. When you see his ears with the hair tucked behind them somethings just seem to stick out like a sore thumb like the fact they are pierced. Two piercings in each ear both simple studs he isn't stupid enough to stick a bar through his ear since it'd be so easy for someone to grab it or it to get caught on something. While his piercings are not just for the appearance they the way he remember's some of the things that are so dear to him. The one gem is an emerald which represents the month of his birth which at times he tends to forget because he is a bit of a no-brainer at times. While the second piercing he will never remove becuase in a way it is a small memorial to someone he never truly met. The gem is an aquamarine a symbol of the sea but a way to remember his sister who died before he was born of an unknown illness. A few days just before his birth. These are ways to remember the past and the better moments of his life. But he has a tattoo to. But that isn't on his head.
His next obvious feature is his nose it's petite like the rest of him and then his lips. They are thin and normally drawn in a gentle caring smile which sometimes reminds people of their mother. While when you see his teeth they are a few shades whiter then his skin and they have metal on them. He has braces to help keep his teeth straight and plus if he needed to he could break a piece or two off and use it as a make shift lock-pick. While the braces are thin metal just being around the thickness of a dime. While like most of him his appearance is dedicated to the sea. The colored tabs which press against his teeth are the shades of the sea ranging in light hues of blue to dark gentle grays. While he also tends to use the tabs occasionally popping them out and chewing on them so a few towards the back are kind of missing. So that is about in with what is going on the inside of his mouth since he isn't planning on getting any piercings added to his tongue. So that is basically it for his facial region.
Torso
Everyone has something to hide and they use flashy clothing and except it all to fade away but we can't forget the things we've done and our body is the constant reminder because with every scar and every twitch of the muscle there is a story. Want to know what Miumi's story is. Like the rest of his body he is a ghastly pale color while there are few exceptions of that such as a few scars he has. While when you look at Miumi's frame without clothes you'd think he was a flat chested girl because of how petite he is. No true sign of real muscular growth on his chest besides a small development of a semi six-pack which still doesn't distinguish him to much from the opposite gender. His arms are slender but hold some musulcar mass from the gymnastics his parents taught him. The next noticable feature of the front is the scar on his stomach shaped in a crescent moon. It is a reminder of to be careful if your gonna play with sharp objects. He was playing with a dagger he found in his parents room and managed to cut himself. Not exactly graceful.
While the front is rather bland the back has something that makes him different from most people he has a tattoo. While it was done by the demons captured him. Basically it was a way for other people to know what family he belonged to. His tattoo is a set of angelic which is located in the center of his back. Etched in a deep black ink captured with the detail only a true ninja could manage. While it looks like it has veins made of crimson which only separate a few of the feathers on the wings while it is a relatively small tattoo only around seven inches going each direction. While this tattoo is a reminder to him how the time of innocents had passed. Though there are no further details added along his back besides an occasional light colored scar from a training accident or some of his adventures. He may of been raised by demons but he didn't have the grace or speed of one to say the least. He definitely was different though being skinny and fragile was his appearance which made many people encourage him to be a tool of their will.
Lower Body,
Below Miumi's waist there isn't much different from him and the average person besides the fact he is naturally thin so he is slightly skinnier and his muscle doesn't bulk up. While a few things people tend to notice is a few scars from walking through certain terrains and getting caught in things like vines which dig into his skin. So in a way there isn't that much that is impressive about his lower body besides the leanness and the fact he can move slightly faster then a average human. Thus is the body of Miumi Harou for those who haven't met him.
Style:
Looking in my mirror,
Miumi has interesting sense of style to say the least. Instead of going for blindingly flashy or showy. He goes for comfortableness as well as the cuteness. So he normally is seen with a panda bear-bookbag which opens behind the panda's head. Something with animals on it an example is his sweat-shirt. It has cat ears and a tail which he plays with or his shirts which have teddies and bunnies on them. While his pants normally remain black with a bunny or a heart. Definitely your ideal of weirdness. He has also been in skirts
Looks Like: Ryosuke Yamada
Personality:
Like a broken mirror, Shattered on the floor.
His personality is like a broken mirror there are so many shards but some are bigger and and you can see yourself for what you truly are. Here are the shards that reveal who Miumi truly is. A good way to describe him is like the wind on a spring-day. A gentle kind of soul with an aura of happiness always trying to bring joy to those around him even if it means going over rugged terrain or even running into some dead ends. While like the wind he has learned to become strong and spiral around the objects that obscure his path he is no longer a simple breeze. He has made his mark on this world and will not fade away. While his gentle personality extends outwards he shows compassion towards many and tries to remain quiet because he has also taken another form. A form of snow. It soft and gentle thus it is the easiest thing to taint and destroy. He is an emotional wreck at times because he doesn't seem to show what he is feeling always trying to smile and look as if each day maybe his last. While snow is also koi at times he is extremely shy and choices normally not to talk unless spoken to unless he likes someone or he knows he must stand up and let his voice be heard.
While other shards seem to shine with light. His sorrow is rather strange when some people get sad they cut themselves when he gets sad. He'll break down while trying to hold that sweet appearance together knowing he'll fail all he can do is let the tears fall from his eyes and dot the ground. Though he tries to do it when no one is around to see him cry. While this seems to be why he tries to avoid letting others know they get to him since they continue to egg him on while the next phase of him is fiery. The depths of the rage which seem to flow through his body like a toxin. When he is angry he is normally silent seeming to hold his tongue like an archer's arrow waiting to let it out. He seems to normally just scream at the top of his lungs the second he is alone or just remain silent while an occasional one will slip through when his set of mind changes and he becomes like a normal teenager where he will actually use his fists. While he normally feels regret knowing sometimes it might not of been all that person's fault he is like a crystal so very complexed it can become confusing.
Honesty, He seems to be one who is very honest and won't lie unless needed to. But there is the topic of his sexuality which comes up occasionally where he lies. When his parents seem to touch around this subject he will try and make something random up to get them to drop it while he is very blunt at times with this. He will lie to your face about the fact he is gay despite his appearance unless he truly trusts someone and he finds someone he can confide in it also seems this created another part of him. The romantic. he shows he loves people by well natural human affection an occasional hug or a gift. Most of the things he makes are hand-made and have alot of thought in mind his normal one is a song or maybe roses and chocolates he is the helpless romance but his skill with his words are like a blade. He'll cut deeper then he tries when he is being honest sometimes bringing up things the world never knows but he tries to be sweet. Love is something he thrives on so he is like Aphrodite except he isn't blonde. Love, Is something he seems to value and doesn't look at as a game because of it's true meaning. To him to love is to mean that you want to be with the person through thick and thin while he supports some of the stupid things that people he loves do. He won't hold back an will yell at them if they do something stupid even if it they are in the hospital. After he knows they'll live.
Battle, This part of him seems to be constant while in battle his mind seems to shut down as if he is like a computer holding barely human functions while it seems in this state he can make choices a normal human would have trouble deciding upon which means if to protect an innocent he must fight he will do without hesitation. But part of his mind seems to also flicker on when the rest shuts down the sense of a human's desire to protect those around him commands seem to be registered as if he is a dog his ability to follow them is incredible in this state of mind. His mind seems to have adapted to terms such as help or assist as well as protect. While he seems to have a love towards protecting things he holds dear from the human emotion of desire and lust. He seems to have also developed the willingness to fight for his happiness as well so be careful. This seems strange but since he has seen what some people are capable of and seeing people get hurt he learned hollowing yourself to some degree helps but that is just a shield and it can crack.
SCHOOL LIFE:
Classes taking:
➺ History of Magic I
➺ Magical Ethics I
➺ Potion Making I
➺ Vanquishing I
➺ Hydrokinetics I
➺ [Cryokinetics I[/ul]
Favorite Class: Potion Making
Least Favorite Class: Vanquishing
Subject Best At: History of Magic
Subject Worst At: Vanquishing
Length of Time at Magic School: None just arriving.[/size]
HOME LIFE:
Residence:
Family:
➺Mother: Miumi Harou, 30 [deceased] , Hydrokinetics, Steam Manipulation (witch)
➺Siblings: Sola Harou, 2 months (decased) , didn't come to fruition)
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History:
Everyone has a story, Here is mine,
Many people expect a happy story when they hear the history of a child. They expect that they're life was sunshine and rainbows without an ounce of sorrow. Miumi is proof that some of that is all just an illusion people use to survive. Miumi was born a year into the one of a smaller sets of demon wars. It's funny he was born in the depth of the night in a house with a small hole in the roof where the moon-light filtered through. Occasionally being blocked by clouds. The sound of thunder roared in the air and water began to pour down. Wisping into the building while where it hit was near Miumi he became addicted to the sound of the water it was a part of him or it would become one. He remembered when he cried his mother shushed him and tried to sooth him it was because in the war to some people no one deserved to live even children. They thought any future life could be an enemy but he was lucky. He would be one of many who would grow up and live their life. But it's funny how many times you wish you were just dead even when you knew you were alive.
His story begins with the essence of death moments after his birth. He can still remember the sounds that he heard. It all began with a simple knock on the door no one moved towards it. The sound grew in strength with each blow his mother cringing in fear as she placed him down in his crib. He could see everything as blankets were draped over it he could still see out of the cracks where the blanket hadn't slid down all the way. The smell of smoke stained the air for a moment his parents had flinched before an explosion would occur. The door was blew back. Wooden shrapnel flying everywhere. He could remember his mother weaving water upwards forming a dome and his father freezing it shut. The pieces of wood hanging in the water. Darkly clad figures began to step into the room there were seven of them. Each had a different mark upon them representing one of the seven deadly sins. They stared at his parents and the crib for a few moments his mother was panicked as she let down her guard the water in the ice that hadn't completely frozen slid down making it hollow moving towards her baby.
If she would of stayed still she might of lived. His father tried to keep it up but one of them walked up. Before he spit acid on the ice it began to sizzle and melt through. His father kept trying to hold it but it wouldn't work as a small crack came through one of the other' figures named Envy bolted through unleashing a torrent of spikes in his mother's direction. She had barely spun around at her husbands worry. Before the spikes pierced through her chest blood splashed out of her body staining the blanket red. As the arcs of crimson splashed against it while when she fell she faced Miumi's direction her face twisted in horror he was silent his voice refused to come. Watching as the lady hit the ground he stared at her body she moved slightly twitching as if she was reaching towards the crib. Her desire to see her baby once more was what kept her alive for just a few moments before she fell down landing in the large puddle of crimson of her own. That was the end of Miumi's mother. It still haunts his nightmares when he closes his eyes.
The freakish roar that was his father's voice would break the silence as his wife hit the ground she was already dead. His rage had consumed him bolting towards the creature weaving around the barrages of quills that flew everywhere except towards the child. But then the fat one came forward his cheeks bulging before acid flew out of his mouth splashing along his skin he screamed as it hit him. His father's skin being torn backwards revealing bone while layers of skin were trying to heal it was only burning quicker. While he focused his whole house became a deserted ice-land as spikes began to pierce the ground but they were able to dodge them with ease as his father's body hit the ground he was clawing at his face finally the stuff had begun to eat away at his eyes and was going to his brain he couldn't get it out. In a few moments his final beastly call echoed into the air and the seven smiled like they had accomplished some great task. They began to walk towards Miumi they had plans for him because he was the utter view of perfect water manipulation in their eyes. They had researched his family completely.
While his memory of this faded for a while when they picked him up they manipulated his memory pushing it far down deep so he may never find it and placed false memories but that was the problem with water it could clear things up over time. So he was taken to the depths of hell with them where he was raised away from his home of Okinawa Tokyo. He was one of many who were taken they were building a army of benders. People who could control the elements to an extremely high degree. They had children who could perform umbrekensis and lumiokenesis. While Miumi met his first true crush down here. He fell in love with the boy who could bend the light because he could always brighten Miumi's day in both the literal and metaphoric sense. He made a family while his mind was so blank they thought of him as a tool they forgot that he had the power of water. It took the shape of whatever it wanted. So he acted somewhat stupid while when they would orb out he would connect water to them to craft and eye he was seeing the outside world through a crystal clear view.
Thought while he was in the dark his powers began to surface slowly. The feeling of being okay was how it all began when he began to hang around the kid who had sonokensis. He would emit all these beautiful noises and arrange them into a song while Miumi began to learn to dance slowly the water began to come under his control. It started out with simple whips which spun around him before he could actually shape his manipulations into forms like spheres and daggers. Though when the kid disappeared Miumi felt sad but had memorized most of his songs dancing to them as tears streamed down his face and the water felt so cold just degrees above freezing. As this happened some of the demons became aware at how easily he could control his power but they also began to catch on his emotions were needed. Though his emotions were undeveloped he could feel basic things such as sorrow and normality and they would soon find out that the anger which burned in Miumi's soul was more dangerous then they could of imagined. He was their biggest success and their worst mistake.
One day they had tried to hurt the other children who had become his family. When they reached out to the touch the first child his rage had exploded his eyes closed and suddenly the ground around him grew hot. And when he stepped suddenly steam flew out of the ground burning back the demons that were around him. Channeled like a hand of his own he learned to control it like an extra appendage in a few moments but had burned a few of his friends in the process. They leap away but the demons had decided to challenge him as the rage boiled they had made him hurt his friends it grew hotter till the flesh of the demons would peel off. They backed down seeming to disappear as they cloaked themselves. Miumi was fooled by such a simple trick and went to his friends. At first they cringed in fear but he began to feel something else the water around him would begin to lift up the desire to help them. It was all so simple how his powers developed controlled by emotions. Though this power came from a desire and was much more taxing on Miumi.
The desire to fix the things that were broken. His power surfaced as slowly water began to fall from the sky as the orbs flew up it was soft and gentle like the hands of long forgotten memories of mothers. While it fell upon them signs of relief flew across the kids faces while he stood among their ranks. Pain raked through his body coursing through his veins like liquid fire. He fell to the ground clutching parts of his body randomly as he could feel the burns the stinging of the healing they didn't feel. While after this the demons had decided he was ready to fight but it had all relied on his emotions and many of them were harder to activate and they would believe it was a fluke since on the earth it had been a full-moon and no matter what they tried he willed his powers to not activate it took every ounce of his energy and he would sleep alot they believed he was useless. They thought that he was just so weak at this point. As time had gone buy it had been over one hundred years since his capture and betrayal.
Over the time he had stopped aging once he had hit fourteen when he looked like so many of those around him retaining the appearance of a lovely child. They had decided it was his time to go to earth to learn about his missions and kill other demons or innocents. They would orb him to the places. He got to see the corners of the world before modern days. While they would partner him with another demon he would always disappear for a while using his power of water to mask his scent by washing it away and his appearance would change slightly. By making his skin bulge or pull tighter by increasing or lowering the amount of water his body held. Where he went was where he could do more then the others. He would claim to go after his target but not even visit them. He'd got to the hospital walking among the patients who were burned or were told they'd never walk again because of a broken bone or a fractured spine. He would spend hours over them mending and fixing the wounds that had been dealt to them. Maintaining his true appearance. People began to talk of the "Crying Angel." A person who was small and had black hair who would heal them but he was always crying. At times he would black out from the pain and the patients would watch over him thinking it was all a dream at times.
For a time the other demons were obvlious where he went but one day one decided to track him and caught him healing they'd realized he had been acting at first that he couldn't use his powers. Though when the demon came near the patient holding a raging fire-ball Miumi had snapped back into reality. All he remembered was spinning his leg out. The demon's body flying upwards and him feeling so angry as the fire ball flew down he noticed it pushing the bed just narrowly avoiding being hit himself a few stray burns appearing on his leg. Though the other demon wasn't so lucky. As the anger built up in him suddenly a burst of steam flew from the ground around the demon consuming his body. Before he could even scream his skin had peeled off and then the next thing was the sorrow he felt to make sure he finished the job when he touched the warm bones of the demon. A cone of dense water flew through his body. He wouldn't let an innocent be killed while the demon disappeared it had died and was sent to well Miumi didn't know but it was probably to good for the sleeze he just killed.
But then for a time he lived peacefully among the demons until the day when the Magic School was sent to be invaded. He was paired with a single demon ones who's skills complimented his own like electrical manipulation. When he arrived the school was in panic he lagged behind watching for any student who was around an invisible barrier of water floating around his body just incase. When they finally found a group of students most of them were already badly wounded he watched as they looked at the other demon with fear. When his hand rose up Miumi's hands flew forward as electrical energy began to crackle. When he touched the other water began to expand within him forming the shape of spikes which pierced his skin from the sharp edge.. Spikes flowing out of every orfice he stepped back before he swung his foot cracking the icy corpse of his enemy. He had become aware of right and wrong a long time ago. When he healed he could connect to their mind for brief moments absorbing some info nothing important but general information. When the student looked at him they thought he was trying to deceive him but as he came closer. They realized he was just a child in appearance.
Closing the doors behind him and binding them with water which covered the door and became as dense as granite to protect them from future attacks. Looking at them some of their lives were fading to quick to be natural. When he came closer he focused water flew around them spilling down. He was immersed in their pain to the point where in the middle of the healing process he blacked out. His body shut down his mind as well for a few moments he was unaware of the pain. As they looked at him they realized he was repairing their bodies though when he was fully done he had passed out laying on the floor. The ice fell down and one of the teachers came in to find Miumi laying there asleep but when he went to vanquish Miumi the students moved infront of his body. They explained what happened while the teacher debated what to do he decided to let Miumi live atleast for now. He would let the head-mistress decide what to do. He proposed that they enroll Miumi into the school as soon as everything got settled. Since he was living proof that all demons weren't bad and this is where his story remains unwritten.
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SAMPLE WRITING:
Escaping,
While his body was frozen in place as if he was held by the bindings of fear and frozen by time. While a gentle wind would fill the air gusting by him causing his hair to flow in one way almost like a giant mane but it also brought the other's words towards his ears. They were naturally sweet but for once when he blushed he didn't shy away he stood there. His delicate hips twitching ever so slightly so the fact it was noticable but not to the point where he looked like a ho trying to show off the goods. It was obvious at first he was getting into the beat of the music obviously adapting but slowly the notes began to become erratic the song was beginning he'd decided he start out with the pure singing part but his body was naturally flowing but not like he was dancing more like he was just swaying to the rythem the part of dancing was coming up as those rosy lips would part revealing braces but it was all forgotten as suddenly his voice filled the air like an alluring mist. It was like the siren's call in his own ears as it reached out spreading across the land like the moon light.
"Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed"
While as he began to sing his eyes would close ever so swiftly as the words began. His eyes weren't wondering around like normally as his body began to sever the ties which this world threw around his limbs trying to silence his creativity as slowly it began. While it started slow his movements seemed slightly exotic with the slight swishes of his hips and the way his stomach flowed with a natural sense of movement. Already it was obvious he was concentrating by small beads of sweat which were forming on the top of his skull slowly sliding down his forehead but were swiftly knocked away as he looked at the other for a moment. His head whipped rapidly to one side sending the beads into the air causing them to glitter in the light it was obvious he had practice with this song and in a way he could put a professional to shame. As his body began to shimm hips and stomach moving as if they were made of liquid as he began to get ready for the next set of lyrics it was obvious he knew the music video very well like he had studied it just for this as he brought his fingers to his lips for a moment blowing a kiss into the air making it look like it was part of the routine.
"Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now"
As soon as the kiss part ended his hand fell limply to his side for a few moment as the beat froze for a few moments before it picked up his lips moving in sync with each beat. As the first word left his lips his one hand would fly upwards as if pulled by a string from a masterful marionette. While it rose his lower body swayed in a way that could be considered kind of seductive as if it was drawn out and deliberate. While as one line flowed to the next as soon as the phrase the way I feel under your command. Slowly his pale arm would rise up going across his chest being pulled across slowly as is head flowed from side to side letting his long black locks cascade over his face for a few moments and there was a reason. While as soon as the final line began his eyes would be glistening as he let a few strands of his hair irritate his eye which was now glistening with the fluid which was tears but none fell. As soon as the phrase ended he'd turned towards the other his tears flying free a few droplets flying from his eye glittering as they hit the ground. While afterwards he turned from the other for a few moments. Before his head would turn ever so carefully so the other could see his eyes.
"Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us"
He was so into his own song the fact he was still being watched was like if Amyas was on the moon and he was in Pluto in the sense that he wasn't afraid to be judged right now as his body flowed with the rhythm as he looked at Amyas. For a brief moment between the pause of the music he would offer the other a soft smile which showed he was still aware of the others presence but the fact he moved so well in a short term erotically at some parts of the song showed something about him this angel wasn't exactly clean in some parts of the mind. As the beat enslaved him again his arm slowly drew across his chest slowly pulling his shirt down ever so slightly just revealing a few centimeters of flesh to emphasis the words lust while he looked at the other smiling cutely while the next part when it came to us his hand slowly flowed forward growing almost like a vine. Beckoning towards the other at the final line of the verse keeping it like that but when his hand fully extended his fingers would twitch as if reaching for something as his body flowed it was obvious he was into the song.
"Have I doubt, baby, when I'm alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes"
While sweat was clinging to his body almost like film when this part came along as soon as it began Miumi's head would tilt slightly away from Amyas while his body flowed to the rhythm the way he shimmed and shook were slightly unnatural looking even for someone who worked with strippers but he did it with ease and fluidity. As the second verse came along his eyes began to drift along the ground as if he was tracing and invisible line with his eyes and thoughts. While as it flowed his wings would pulse for a moment not letting the come out but letting his body expel the sweat off of his body into the air forming the shape of wings which would hover for a moment behind him almost like they were his own before they disappeared while at the words lust his hands would tug ever so gently on his shirt. It was more then obvious what he was probably doing to Amyas with just dancing but as he reached the final line his body relaxed as if he was just drifting into the state of slumber for these few moments his body was still as he gazed at the other.
"Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel, under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't touch you now can't touch
you now, can't touch you now "
While the last part was slightly different from the first one that was so similar while his body shook ever so slightly as slowly the songs began to come towards and end he would begin to lower the lights as if the sun and source of the light were fading. While for the ending part since it involved not being able to touch he reached outwards towards the other as he did his one leg locked to the ground the balls of his feet the only part it touching the ground ashe reached outwards he looked alot like a ballerina when he did this as the final word left his lips. He held the position suddenly the glass shattered into glittering shards in the moonlight. His figure felt suddenly cool in the night air as small shards landed on his skin but he waited for a few moments before he relaxed muscle coming back into a standing position he'd looked at Amyas with a gentle smile waiting for the words as he took a single step forward. His one ivoyr hand reaching up wiping off a few drops of sweat he was done.[/blockquote]
