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Basic info
Name: Yín Sterling
Age: 18
Birthday: 10/24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 109 lbs
Face Claim: Izaya[Gender-Bent] (Durarara)
Stats
STR:2
DEF:2
RES:3
SPT:5
Aura 200|100 HP
Personality
Group: Duster
Likes:
- Movies(Martial Arts/Zombies)
- Strategy Games(Namely Chess)
- Gambling
- Oragami
Dislikes:
- "Hopeless" Situations
- YoYo's(Could never work the bloody things)
- Fish(out of on odd jealousy over their ability to swim)
Fears:
- Deep bodies of water (Can't swim.)
- Becoming dependent on others.
- Children Singing(It's creepy as all get out.)
Overall Personality: Yín is a somewhat sly individual. She has a natural curiosity that drives her to learning whatever she can however can. This leads some to believe she's somewhat cruel, and that her curiosity is somewhat grim, however that couldn't be farther from the truth. In spite of her moral grays, she truly is a good soul, and seeks the better of others. Be that on the wide scale, or the small. Which leads back to the circle of her questionable actions in believing in that the ends ALWAYS justify the means.
Whatever the case, Yín is always confident in herself, and will try her best to make the most of her gifts, and that of her team-mates in the interest of the greater good. As such, she wields herself in a way that exudes her personality. There is no way to confront a situation that doesn't involve her giving her take on it. Let it never be said that Yín Sterling beats around the bush. However, much like the boarders of her morals, her confidence may come off as too much. Many times she may seem vain, but this is only another part of her perhaps slightly abrasive personality.
As well, Yín is a bit greedy, and self centered. Her life has taught her that in the end, above all else, look out for number one. She'll try her very best to do the right thing, even at her own sacrifice, but when that sacrifice risks her life, or otherwise seems to have an unworthy payoff, she won't hesitate to cut and run. This goes for her views about combat. She'll clash if she has to, and appreciates that those views mean nothing if she's dead. Even better, she'll probably sleep like a baby afterwards.
Sadly, it is power, and wealth that lead Yín to seek training as a Huntress. She longs for the amenities she's never felt, and indulges in them whenever possible. Be it over-eating, or spending too much time playing her games. Never the less she despises the idea that she isn't everything she COULD be, and will never accept that she has seen her abilities at their peek until she is the best fighter she knows. There has been no small amount of trouble finding a balance in between the two. This, as well as the loss of her friends, and family, have lead her with a practically endless font of personal willpower. Something that refuses to let her lose.
Abilities
Aura type: Spirit
Aura Color: Silver
Semblance: "Trance". Attunes the user to their abilities by entering an almost meditative state of awareness. While Yín could boost any stat in theory, she isn't terribly attuned with her physical self, which generally means she can only increase mental attributes. I.E. res, and spt.
Item 1: "Severance" (Tier one Nagamaki)
Item 2: Wind Dust (Tier one)
History and Sample
- History:
- Yín was born into one of the many failed colonies to venture outside of teh wall. Unlike most colonies, this one was widely nomadic, and survived by moving in between more successful settlements, and trading what they could acquire along the ways. Be it dust, saps, or some other form of contemporary wealth.
While mobility gave them the edge they needed to survive, they were doing little more than just that, and such an archaic form of living was doomed to fail in a modern society regardless of Grimm. It was only a matter of time before one or the other caught up with them, and unfortunately, it was the latter. At the age of 14, Yín's colony was finally caught by Grimm, marking the deaths of most of her friends and family. Those who didn't die were scattered to the cities in search of a new place to live. This would leave Yín with her father. The only part of her old life left.
At Bellmuse, the father had to resort to the only peaceful thing he had ever known, and become a business man. While he made them a decent living, he quickly became absorbed in his work. Proving inadequate for the role he had taken as a single parent, Yín was left to neglect, and took quickly to the darker parts a city life style had to offer its younger residence. Thieving, fighting(mostly losing, though it did little to stop her), and property damage were to name a few. As her age grew, as did her destructive behavior, and the tension between her and her father.
It wouldn't be long before just where she was trying to go in life came into question. When the answer was to become a Huntress, her father would be less than pleased. He had hoped a normal life would draw her away from the Grimm that had killed his wife, but would do little to stop his daughter on the pretense of honor. While her physical aptitude and incomplete combat training left her with much to be desired, her natural affinity for her aura and the use of dust would ultimately win her admission into Syne Academy.
If she's asked, it she'll probably say she's doing her part making sure no one has to go through a loss the loss she did. She might even believe it herself. However, suffer no delusions. The larger part of her motivation consists of a sometimes directionless need for ferocity, and a taste for revenge.
- RP Sample:
- Yín fiddled the two vials of dust between her hands. This was the beginning for her. She had almost everything she needed in order to start. One thing missing. She turned on a heel, and headed to the basement. It was always so cluttered. Dust obscuring the light, and sending tones of orange cascading down the time weathered walls.
Here for one thing only, her eyes lock on an oblong box in the corner. She takes to both knee's with care, yielding the closest thing she could ever have to honor. The box opens with a creak, and sends up a plume of dust as it seems to gasp from air after an age of confinement. Still shining in it, rests a blade. Once the part of a beautiful weapon. Now reduced to the most simple a things, without so much as a hilt. Her mothers. Once named Blitz Lunette. And a appropriate phrase when it was still something so pretty. But pretty was gone. Gone with it's wielder. It would seem much more pertinent, a name defining what is lost on it. She calls it "Severance".