Artificial Demon

Mio Iijima Independent OC *to be revamped*

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       « It shouldn’t concern me, but–– » With sibylline eyes that seemed to foreshadow an imminent disaster, she observed her interlocutor calmly and yet curiously: whether her words will meet deaf ears was not a reason of concern, for the outcome might be something funny to behold. Speaking out loud her mind will surely put her conscience at ease, regardless of the result.      

       « I think this is a bad idea. »        

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          “What? You don’t think I can roast this chicken with my fire?” A crimson flame standing atop her palm, the still alive, and struggling, animal’s throat caught in her other hand, held tight by a clenched fist, Mio merely took the recommendation as further challenge than the desire to sustain herself had previously brought in her, now wishing nothing but to display skills she was confident in her mastery of. “I’ll show you.” In the blink of an eye, a once small fire spread exponentially, soaring to the skies, far beyond her user’s control, a loud sigh escaping the redhead’s lips as she could merely stare at what little remained of her meal, at the ashes swept away by the wind, her irritation not so much the result of her wounded pride in front of another as much as her own incapacity to control the strength that now inhabited her. “Well...”

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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The sarcasm is scathing to say the least, but the inspector reflects such vehement utterances with an air of aloofness, his lips turned placid whilst escorting his less-than-jubilant enforcer to his car. Shoulders then slump as he too takes a seat in the vehicle, turning it on, and marking the autopilot to transport the two males to the Ministry of Welfare, a holographic interface then manifesting to relay a generic compilation of gas milage, speed, traffic and area stress levels. Relief exhales from the male’s lips upon leaning against his seat, hands laced together over neatly-pressed attire.

“Think of it as temporary surveillance until you manage to find a way home,” he begins, casting gunmetal ores directly at the female. “It’s a job no one wants to do but we’ve got to anyways. When you’re off duty you can go to your quarters or eat at the cafeteria; believe me, it’s a lot more liberal than one might expect for a hired criminal, and the relationship between inspectors and enforcers are often quite relaxed. You’ll eventually grow accustomed to it.” Everyone does, after all: once one grows acclimated to living by taking it becomes difficult to think of any other lifestyle, the same going for living deprived and robbed by those who take.

When pondering upon his own unit and the—colorful people who comprise it evokes a sentimental chuckle amid the silence thereafter, then remembering to remind the new enforcer a particular little detail.

“You should actually be a bit careful of one enforcer in particular, however: his name’s Sasayama Mitsuru and—well to be succint, he’s a bit of a womanizer.” A slight pause arises, words formulating in Shinya’s mind hoping to construct an adequate explanation. “He’ll probably try to grab your ass—” to be blunt, “—so do be careful about that.”

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         Mio couldn't help but roll her eyes, a sigh of annoyance leaving her lips upon seeing the inspector disregarding her comments, following him nonetheless as regardless of her displeasure, she had a new job she had to fulfil from the best of her ability from this day on. She didn't state a word more, having expected a silent ride when a voice caught her attention once again, azure hues gazing right into grey ones as Shinya continued their earlier discussion. 

         "That's still surveillance." Irritation could be heard in the enforcer's voice as this fact may have been the least pleasing to her. Lips pursed at the mention of her home which seemed too far away from the life she had lived these past few weeks, in the future, in a much different society than she was born into, not making further mention of it however. The redhead hadn't missed her apartment or Tokyo in particular, solely Forsty's presence as well as her job and ways of letting out her anger on demons lurking around by beating those who were causing trouble. In a city fully controlled by Sybil, the Ubergeist still was unsure of how to completely conceal her powers for a long period of time, something that didn't fail to bother her as well despite having managed well thus far. 

         "If you say so." Despite her bored tone, Mio made a mental note of those facts as she would need to find entertainment in this new way of life very soon if she didn't want to snap, guessing that if some managed to remain years, proving that they actually did, working as enforcers there may be good sides to this job.

         "Grab my ass?" The enforcer repeated, her voice turning cold as it was a treatment she definitely wouldn't accept, even coming from a colleague of hers. "Do I have the right to beat him if this guy ever tries that?" She couldn't help but inquire, knowing that her fists may work faster than her brain was such a thing to happen. "Is there anything else you can tell me about my colleagues?" Despite her further annoyment upon hearing of Sasayama's habits, Mio curiosity had been piqued when it came to those she would see on a daily basis from there on, only having met the inspector driving her to the MWPSB tower so far. 

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Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I,

could I ever forget...

       The darkness that descended upon her heart would envelop the world in an everlasting Night. This was her only thought, her only last desire, her revenge, her cry of despair for having lost everything. Again. She couldn’t forgive it. She could not endure anymore. The loneliness, the path of solitude ––– one she didn’t want, couldn’t walk alone any longer. They took it from her.

       The last important thing.

       It mattered not. A world where she would be unable to reach him –– it was not a place where she wished to live, but there was one last thing she would do, not with the anger of Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade, instead with the fierce rage of Oshino Shinobu. Nothing would give him back to her, even so –– even so she would remind them what fear tastes like, together with the iron stench of blood, and the intimidation in front of the dark Night.

       Unstoppable.        And fearsome.        And lost.        Mayhap lonely. Too lonely.

       So far from who she used to be. So hurt by what death dared to touch. Observing the world crumbling from atop of those undead bodies. Her heart was now a too heavy burden to carry –– Disappear. To die. To close her eyes –– Forever. She didn’t want to survive, yet she was still standing, destroying everything laying in front of her own eyes.

       A burning land.        And she would burn, too.        In the end.

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                                                       A world in ruins. 

         Upon regaining conciousness, bearing no recollection of previous events, neither of the reason why she was lying over a pile of rubble nor why her whole body was throbbing, thus was the sight laid in front of Mio's eyes. Azure hues had glanced around, abashment visible all over her features as she tried to comprehend her predicament, casting a Diaharan on her to heal her wounds though she hadn't moved just yet, closing her eyelids for a short moment, attempting to calm her fastly beating heart, before taking in the cloudy sky above her once again. The feel of concrete under her palms, under each part of her back and her legs felt all too real for her to believe this may be a dream, a possibility she disregarded in mere seconds despite being unaware of what had truly come to happen. 

         As the Ubergeist pondered, she couldn't help but assume it may have been a plot from the church of Messiah or the cult of Gaia, a possibility she soon disregarded for she could feel no demonic energy around. However, there had been... other creatures, ones she had yet to come across, and yet seemed familiar in some way. Sensing numerous undeads approaching her, most likely to feed on her flesh, she had gotten up, not having hesitated using her demonic abilities for she didn't believe hiding them in this place mattered much, no other human being lurking around. 

         Fire magic was called forth in complete disregard of side damage it could do for there was nothing to protect anymore from her powers, neither buildings nor human, solely her life that she could easily fight for in such a world. 

                                  What if this place was a perfect one for me?

         The redhead couldn't help the thoughts from grazing her mind as, having no reason to hide her partly demonic nature or her powers gave her a freedom she had never indulged in living alongside humans, her opponents falling in mere seconds faced to her magic. And yet, this newly found privilege induced dread in her for it was new, for it wasn't how she had lived for all this time and for she had no idea what could be her future in such a devastated world. 

         Bearing no purpose in mind, Mio's feet led her to the source overwhelming power she could feel, guessing that whomever it belonged to had been the cause of such destruction. However, as she arrived atop of stairs, gazing at what seemed a shrine, what eyes could see were familiar features, ones belonging to an "oddity" she had met not long ago.

         "So, you're the one behind that?" The Ubergeist's words were neither defensive, nor accusing, simply rhetorically inquiring, her posture remaining a casual one, not displaying fear despite the other woman's powers being ones she most likely was no match against, attempting to show with both her voice and body language that she was no enemy in hopes that the blonde wasn't too far gone to take in clues. "What happened?" 

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{ Interview with the vampire

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    A reporter investigating supernatural occurrences… did this job even exist? Now they also started to look into their world? Though, the vampire couldn’t perfectly grasp the purpose for which they would do something similar –– even if their worlds interacted, it didn’t mean someone could actually change it. So, what was the point for this young woman to horn into something that shouldn’t concern her? Or did it? She said she wasn’t exactly human, though, she avoided to give her details about her true nature. To the vampire, many things didn’t make sense at all, however, telling Mio what she knew would change nothing, thus it would cause no harm to anyone.

    A long sigh followed, in which the blonde briefly closed her eyes and recollected her thoughts, the idea that her interlocutor could be some kind of hybrid crossed her mind, even so it was difficult to guess from the moment that the red-haired appeared completely human on the outside, there was nothing strange about her appearance, nor her behaviour. Eyelids wide open again, golden hues immediately meet azure ones with a suspicious gaze, although, having a talk with this human was probably the only way to understand what was really going on; and in any case, the vampire had little to do as for lately, so it would hardly be an annoyance.

    “I do not understand the reason why thou art investigating these events, howbeit, I guess I can tell you”. The silence in between was only theatrical, an amiable smile curling Kiss-Shot’s light-red lips. “I probably am a reason why it is happening. However, the matter is quite simple, miss: a great amount of spiritual energy gathered, and as a consequence, phenomena involving apparitions are more and more frequent. Sith thou art an expert, thou shall know how it works. The reason why methinks I can be a cause, is due to the fact that it often happens, wherever I go, events involving oddities are rather frequent. Doth it make me an enemy, by chance?”.

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         Interest and eagerness to discover more about phenomenons beyond a scientific comprehension had always been a trait of human nature, legitimizing the development of, even though few, papers dealing with such topics. However, these creatures' existence also was a danger to man, thus to the reporters working to discover facts, thing that hardly applied to one who partly belonged to their world and could defend herself was the need to arise. Demons' appearances had been more frequent as of late and even though they didn't always threaten human lives, their sole presence often-times was enough to stir panic over phenomenons most couldn't comprehend. While Mio delved into the supernatural to earn her pay-check, there were many personal reasons this job also was perfect to her, to learn more about her own capacities and how the fusions she had been victim of may have altered her body, facts that she barely had any knowledge of as well as finding more about the Messian Church and their ambitions to put an end to them. 

         The reporter patiently awaited as her interlocutor was lost in thought, most likely assessing whether to disclose any kind of information as well as trying to determine what kind of being she truly was. Mio couldn't help but be pleased that she had been willing to talk despite the obvious distrust on her features, the redhead's lips curling into a smile even though the expression on her face soon turned serious, particularly upon hearing that these occurrences, unlike what she had assumed, hadn't been caused by demons. "So, you're saying your spiritual energy is so strong it causes other apparitions to gather around there?" The reporter inquired, making certain to have understood the information clearly, reaching for her bag to grab a memo block and a pen to scribble down some notes. As she could definitely sense tremendous energy coming from the other woman, it hardly seemed an impossibility, especially since such a situation was nothing rare, even when low-level demons where involved.  

         "I see. That's... interesting." Mio's voice trailed as she pondered the case, gaze fixed on the few notes she had taken from her interlocutor's speech. "I usually deal with demons, not apparitions." While this wasn't necessarily the other woman's business, a further discussion on the matter as well as a partial disclosure of her true task seemed the best idea she could think of at this very moment. "No, that doesn't make you an enemy, at least not to me." The Ubergeist's interest lay solely in demons or the Messian church, not in other supernatural being she knew naught of, least ones she could feel may easily overpower her where they to clash as, even though she loved a good fight, she had no death wish. "But could you tell me more about these apparitions you attract and what they do. Also about yourself if it's not too much to ask."

[garnetashes]

No honey for the damned

         Despite her initial discontentment over her predicament, not enjoying the least becoming a hound, a criminal whose sole reason for being free was to serve a Shepard for the sake of sniffling and hunting those of her species for a society she hadn't even been born in, she had discovered a couple of decent perks to her job. While being an enforcer hardly was as satisfying as her reporter work back in her own era, the paperwork being nothing like the reports she was used to fill, much easier and more boring, her lack of freedom being unnerving, she could hardly complain about the action the terrain missions brought her, thing she almost preferred to simply interviewing people, beating up demons solely if the chance arose though it hardly was part of her job. However, the access to training facilities also was a good point, rooms she almost wished she had at home for physical exercise certainly was a thing she enjoyed, facing strong opponents as well. 

         It hadn't taken much to convince her superior to join her for some sparing, a mere proposition after both were done with their tasks for the day as well as a few minutes allowing them to make themselves more comfortable. Mio had quickly gone back to her apartment, not having stepped inside her quarters yet that she had been unbuttoning her vest as well as her shirt, getting rid of both as well as her skirt once inside, carelessly leaving everything on the floor in her haste, heading to the closet of her room to find more comfortable clothes, a loose shirt and some slacks, removing her heels as well despite the loss of height they made her suffer from. 

         It hadn't taken the enforcer long getting ready, heading to the training room only to find her opponent already present. Azure hues took a brief look at her surroundings, assessing the size of the room as well as potential obstacles before focussing on her opponent, realizing the difference of height they truly had now that she was standing bare-feet, their respective builds also placing her at an undesired disadvantage. Was Mio to use her abilities, she had no doubts that she could wipe the floor with Shinya but solely with her hand-to-hand skills, she couldn't help but wonder what could be the result of their sparring, having no doubts that her opponent was strong.

         "Should we start?" A smirk on her face, Mio stood straight, already on her guard was she to be attacked, getting more excited by the second at the prospect of a good fight , her blood already boiling, her whole body nearly twitching as it desired action most of all, in expectancy of a good fight unlike anything she had gotten into ever since ending up in this era, under the Sybil System's control. The prospect of landing a few blows on the one who had arrested her to make her his subordinate seemed appealing as well, making her look forward to this fight even more. 

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         "Hello there! I'm looking for the closest restaurant from here! Or just anywhere where I could find food really! Can you help me?" A chirpy voice uttered, the reporter not having hesitated one second addressing the closest person she had came across in the street, a broad smile on her face. Despite being unfamiliar with her surroundings, she had nonetheless managed to find all the information she had needed for the paper she had to write for the end of the week, having discovered that one of the strange ghost stories reported in the neighbourhood in fact simply was a gathering of mischievous Jack Frosts who loved to scare children off, demons she hadn't hesitated beating up despite their acts not being harmful ones to humans. Despite her mood being nearly too much of a good one, she now was hungry, her stomach growling at the prospect of food, any kind of food. "Oh and a bakery too!" 

[garnetashes]

Escape, offspring

Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it?

There are several methods Mio can use to destress. Fighting and beating demons up is usually the quickest and the most effective one though it’s not a way she can use anytime or in any occasion. When she’s stressed, she usually goes buy tons of sugary treats, macarons in particular are her favourite even though she also consumes a lot of chocolate and candies, and eat as much as she can. The effect is variable. Sometimes it works in putting her in a better mood, sometimes it doesn’t even though she’ll still feel a bit better after consuming sugar. If she’s at home and doesn’t want to leave, she often spends time playing games, arcade games and beat-them-alls in particular to destress. Alike eating sweets, the success of this activity highly varies. Sometimes, to put her energy in playing games instead of beating out demons is very effective and is a great way to help her relax but sometimes it doesn’t work as well as she wished it did. 

Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

This is quite a thorny topic for Mio as she doesn’t want children and more than anything, doesn’t know if she can bear human children at all. Despite her human form, she’s not human anymore and this is something that has been showing on her body already with her brown hair that has turned white, the very reason why she dyes it. For the time being, it’s the only visible change she has noticed but the demonic blood she has acquired during the fusions she had gone through during the experimentations done on her is something that has changed her body… To what extent? She doesn’t know herself. In any case, if there’s a chance that a child coming from her womb would also bear demonic blood, she would never risk it. Ignoring this fact, I believe Mio would make a very good mother even though she’s not good with children. She wouldn’t coddle her child too much but still would be there for them because she knows how it feels to be abandoned by parents so she wouldn’t want to repeat the mistake her own parents has made. She hates her parents, her mother in particular, too much to wish for her child to think the same of her.

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Decor, Touch

Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

Mio’s apartment is a small studio with a kitchen area, a large space for living room with a double sofa bed, a small table, a large dresser (which is hardly enough to fit all her clothes, hats and shoes) and a tv (with game consoles) and a small bathroom. While her colleagues are often telling her how she should move to a bigger place, she doesn’t need more space considering she leaves alone and hardly spends more time there than she needs to. Frosty, the Jack Frost who often comes to live with her doesn’t take much space as he always constructs a small house of ice made out of bufus in her kitchen when he’s here, making the small studio being more than enough for the both of them. Her apartment is in order most of the time… You just need to… avoid opening the closet… Mio’s closet is always in a mess as she hardly bothers to keep her clothes folded and settled in an orderly fashion which always annoys her and quite often results in clothes being thrown on the ground to find exactly what she’s looking for only to be shoved back in the closet right after. There aren’t many aspects in which she had personalised the studio to her tastes, only having a few Chinese calligraphy scrolls on the walls, two Chinese lanterns hanging from the ceiling to give the living room some light and a few pictures on a wall of places she wants to visit someday.

Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

Mio hardly minds casual touch, like someone holding her arm, even from strangers even though she’s not one to touch people unless she feels it’s necessary (if she wants to save someone for example) or she’s acquainted with them. She has no problem with more intimate gestures like hugs, but she’s not very fond of them if she hasn’t formed a bond with the person before. However, once she considers one a friend, she becomes a huge cuddly cat because she really likes human contact.

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A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

[fuckyeah-char-dev]

basic information template

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➜ GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Mio Iijima

NICKNAME(S): -

AGE: 23

DATE OF BIRTH: May 2th, 1990

NATIONALITY: Japanese

OCCUPATION: Reporter for Ayakashi Monthly.

RELIGION: Atheist

SEXUALITY:  Bisexual

➜ APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Hong Meiling (Touhou)

HEIGHT:  1m58 (5’2”) 

WEIGHT: 51 kg (112 lbs)

HAIR COLOUR: Red

EYE COLOUR: Cerulean

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Aside her red hair, none.

➜ BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Musashino-shi

CURRENT RESIDENCE: A studio apartment in Nakano.

FINANCIAL STATUS: A bit above average for someone who works in Tokyo.

EDUCATION LEVEL: College level where she studied languages.

FATHER: Whereabouts unknown.

MOTHER: Deceased.

SIBLINGS: Emiko Iijima (Sister - Deceased)

EXTENDED FAMILY:  Masaru and Sawako Endo (Grand father and grand mother - Both alive.)

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thehirotriumphant:

…!

Oh hey, it’s a text from Mio! Hiro tucks his statistics homework into his textbook before answering.

[Text:] Mio, Mio! If there is a better way to spend a Saturday then I sure don’t know what it is. You’re on! Can you tell me anything about it before we go?

All he had to do now was make sure he finished studying for his discrete and continuous data test before Saturday afternoon and he was set. He briefly wondered if Mio might be investigating the arcade for some reason, but he put the question aside for later. For right now he could only look forward to what had to be an interesting Saturday afternoon with interesting company.

Hiro belatedly recalled that Mio was a journalist for an ayakashi magazine.

…

…Surely nothing too out-of-the-ordinary would happen… right?

…Hiro was no longer sure what he just signed himself up for, but all he knew was that there was going to be Mio and an arcade and that things were bound to be interesting. What a Saturday!

[Text] Cool! There's not much I know about it. I heard there were race games, fighting games, cranes and tons of other stuff so I thought it would be cool to spend the afternoon there! I need a break from work! 

Even though it was the kind of place the reporter was used to investigating, on a day off, the last thing she wished to think about was work, only wanting to go there to have fun with Hiro whom she considered a friend by now and the best company she could think of for an afternoon at an arcade. Nothing "too out-of-the-ordinary" had ever happened to Mio on a day off, unless she was off training, purposely hanging around a place she knew was filled with demons, so hopefully this afternoon would be the same... Or so she hoped as the fact that she was a reporter for a magazine dealing with the supernatural was nothing compared to how she could seldom attract demons and peculiar occurrences due to her powers...

Don't worry Hiro, nothing bad will happen... probably...

[Text] How about meeting up at 2PM in front of Shinjuku's station?

[yin-kalopsia]

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                                      ————-those who are damaged are the most ; ; ;

             {          D A N G E R O U S          }

                they k n o w how to [[ survive ]]

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     { ◎ } This has been a good day so far. Maybe I should try talking to someone other than myself. That would be the biggest accomplishment of the day. The icing on the cake. Metaphorically speaking, obviously. I frown at the thought.

     「 Anyway… 」

     { ◎ } No, this is bad. I cannot just say “anyway” after having been silent for so long. That’s strange. It’s too late now, though. I’d better pretend I know what I am saying.

     「 Anyway, hi… if there is anyone here…? 」

     { ◎ } If not, then at least nobody is here to hear me talking to myself either. A perfect win-win situation. Maybe.

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A long day of work was over for Mio and even though she had managed to obtain much more information on the incident she was investigating than she had originally expected, having to run through whole districts of Tokyo to find leads had tired her. However, the reporter hardly felt like going home just yet, stopping to a bakery nearby to grab a large box of macarons that she proceeded to eat as she took a walk down nearly deserted streets. 

Though the redhead wasn't paying much attention to her environment, her ears caught the sound of one talking, to themselves even, inquiring on the presence of others than him. Mio hadn't hesitated approaching, only to stumble across a familiar face even if she could hardly recall where she might have met him. During one of her investigations maybe? She hardly pondered the thought as she saw many people on a daily basis and the world was small after all. 

"Hey there! What are you doing all alone here?" 

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