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| + | !style="color:black;background:#008000;font-size: 120%; text-align: center;width: 1500pt;-moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px" | On her Father... | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">I hate hospitals. Most people think of them as places where sick people get better. I see them as places where people wither until they die.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">My father was in one for over a month. There had been an accident... and he was brain dead. I heard a few nurses call him a vegetable. How could that be? There was no room for growth. No amount of nurturing could save him, heal him. I felt completely helpless.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">He was cold all the time. Machines kept him alive. They pumped air into his lungs and nutrients into his veins and made certain his bodily functions were taken care of. At first everyone was so nice to me, but that changed. I was told I needed to accept it, that there was nothing left but a shell and a burden.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">They were keeping him alive until we could accept it. And I couldn't, because I just dumb and believed I'd lost the only person who ever really cared about me. The rest of my family had finished accepting it. They were just indulging me... and soon enough they weren't even doing that anymore.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">It was decided it had gone on for too long. They were pulling the plug. I had one more day. Visiting hours ended at nine. They made a special exception so I could stay until ten. I had to make the last train so I could make it to school in the morning.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">I wouldn't even be allowed to stay and watch- I was the only one there.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">It was nine forty... something... and there was this cute little thing on Daddy's bed. I'd never seen anything like it. Waving it's fluffy tails at me and staring. It told me I had the power to save him, if that's what I wanted.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">A destiny of battle against witches in return. It was an easy decision.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">It was my decision.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">It wasn't a decision at all...</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">He woke up. It was a miracle they all said.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">...</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">He hates me.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">My whole family hates me.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">... I hate him.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">I should have let him die.</span> | ||
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| + | !style="color:black;background:#008000;font-size: 120%; text-align: center;width: 1500pt;-moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px" | On her Early Days... | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">If I had to choose a word to describe how I was as a new Magical Girl? The first one that comes to mind is reckless.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">I'd do things my way. The right way. I believed in all these things that feel distant and foolish now.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">Even the girl who I wanted to be my senpai? I didn't really listen to her at all. I was so convinced that I knew better.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">And so my first true senpai was a younger girl by the name of Yaori Kumori.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">Sounds weird doesn't it? She was probably eleven, going on twelve. But she taught me more than most when I tried to poach from her.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">At the time I would have told you I was doing the 'right thing' rather than poaching. Heh.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">All it got me was a crossbow bolt in the center of my chest. I was bleeding out... dying. Right in front of two girls. One who was my friend... and another who I thought might be.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">I was saved, by dumb luck. By the decency and charity of someone who had given me up for dead not long before.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">A way of life that seemed so 'right' before became meaningless if it was only going to get me killed.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">It wasn't easy dealing with what came after. Trying to rebuild myself, dealing with the nightmares, the paranoia. But there were people there for me. One more than most...</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">And Yaori Kumori was still out there. A silent, invisible demon lord ruling over Shinjuku with an mailed fist.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">So I made plans. Most of those plans seem distant and foolish now too. No amount of planning could have prepared us for what happened...</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">But somehow in the end we were victorious... and the demon lord turned out to be a scared little girl, who had just been trying to survive.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">I'd made a mistake, but it was a mistake that allowed me to survive, to thrive. So was it really a mistake at all?</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">... If I'd known what was coming next, maybe I would have made one more.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">The first time, I met Kyouko Sakura, she chased me away- I had no idea back then how lucky I was to escape death on her spear.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">The second time, she caused me to question a lot of things I never had.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">The third time, she cared for me after a battle gone wrong.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">And the fourth time... she was there for me when noone else was.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">Why did she choose to invest in me? A dumb little reckless amateur? To this day I have no idea.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">But it doesn't matter why. The point is that she did. And it took me so long to recognize the simple fact...</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">That she had always been there.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">Were you expecting something deeper? More profound? I could list so many reasons why I admire her if you want, but the fact is that Kyouko Sakura was always there for me, always providing support. When others disappointed, she did not. When I held myself up to an impossible standard, she brought me down to Earth. When I needed a shoulder to cry on, she gave me one freely.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">And that's why I'd do anything to preserve her happiness.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">When I rejected Mami Tomoe and Sayaka Miki, she was there to defend me. When they came to Shinjuku threatening my bottom line, she was there fending them off just as ferociously as ever.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">The least I can do is return the favor. And that's why I won't let her fight alone.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">It came to pass though, that the two of us weren't enough. The Chevaliers movement would mean our both of our deaths. A quick one or a slow one, but death all the same.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">And so we decided to recruit others in defense. In them... I decided to pay forward what she did for me.</span> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#008000">To protect them as she does me. To be there for them like she was for me.</span> | ||
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==Personality== | ==Personality== | ||
Revision as of 07:12, 2 October 2017
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| IC Information | |
| Full Name: | Eri Shimanouchi |
| Aliases: | Crazy Daisy |
| Gender: | Female |
| Age/Birthdate: | 15 (Aug. 24, 1999) |
| Height: | 5'2" |
| Hair Colour: | Black with Green Highlights |
| Eye Colour: | Green |
| Astrological Sign: | Virgo |
| Blood Type: | O Negative |
| Favorite Food: | Okonomiyaki |
| Favorite Subject: | Biology |
| Least Favorite Subject: | History |
| Character Theme: | [The Mercy of Nature] |
| Dossier | |
| Organizations: | Tuners, Shepherds |
| School: | Ohtori Academy (Grade 9) |
| Clubs: | Gardening Club |
| OOC Information | |
| Source: | Puella Magi Madoka Magica (OC) |
| Player: | Eri |
Neither the scion of a respected family, nor the heir to a wealthy one, Eri Shimanouchi is not counted among the movers and shakers of the Ohtori student body. Combine that with rumors of a troubled family life, and her swiftly declining academic performance and she might as well not exist in the eyes of most of her classmates. Her preference to spending her few spare moments tending to flower bushes in the gardens or replanting trees on Southern Cross Island might give people the impression she's an eccentric who doesn't like people very much. The reality is that she cares a lot for some of them, and ties up much of her identity in the people who care back. Those who do interact with her find she's a serious-minded girl, more pragmatist than romantic, with a straightforward sense of humor. People who delve even further will find that she can be shockingly ruthless, but that's only natural given her private life as a Puella Magi, which has consumed nearly all of her free time and forced her to make increasingly harsh choices for the sake of her own survival.
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