Eri Shimanouchi

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.

Background and History

On her Father...
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. 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. 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. 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. 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. I wouldn't even be allowed to stay and watch- I was the only one there. 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. A destiny of battle against witches in return. It was an easy decision. It was my decision. It wasn't a decision at all... He woke up. It was a miracle they all said. ... He hates me. My whole family hates me. ... I hate him. I should have let him die.

On her Early Days...
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. I'd do things my way. The right way. I believed in all these things that feel distant and foolish now. 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. And so my first true senpai was a younger girl by the name of Yaori Kumori. 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. At the time I would have told you I was doing the 'right thing' rather than poaching. Heh. 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. I was saved, by dumb luck. By the decency and charity of someone who had given me up for dead not long before. A way of life that seemed so 'right' before became meaningless if it was only going to get me killed. 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... And Yaori Kumori was still out there. A silent, invisible demon lord ruling over Shinjuku with an mailed fist. 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... 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. 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? ... If I'd known what was coming next, maybe I would have made one more.

On Kyouko and the Shepherds...
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. The second time, she caused me to question a lot of things I never had. The third time, she cared for me after a battle gone wrong. And the fourth time... she was there for me when noone else was. Why did she choose to invest in me? A dumb little reckless amateur? To this day I have no idea. But it doesn't matter why. The point is that she did. And it took me so long to recognize the simple fact... That she had always been there. 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. And that's why I'd do anything to preserve her happiness. 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. The least I can do is return the favor. And that's why I won't let her fight alone. 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. And so we decided to recruit others in defense. In them... I decided to pay forward what she did for me. To protect them as she does me. To be there for them like she was for me.

Personality

Under construction.

Abilities

Gardening - A senior member of the Ohtori Gardening Club. One of the organizers of the forest restoration project.

Drawing - Sketches with pencil or charcoal. Rarely shown to others.

Puella Magi - As an extension of her wish, she can create plants in her vicinity and control them as if they were weapons. Her Puella Magi weapon is a thorned vine whip or scourge. By expending magic, can influence mundane plants, as well as heal herself or others. Like all Puella Magi, supernaturally tough, strong, and agile.