[ F Ranked Character ]
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[ General Character Information ]
Full Name:
Mikigame Ukita Seto
Nickname:
"Miki"
Age:
17 years old
Birthdate:
June 30th
Height:
5' 7"
Weight:
93 lbs
Ethnicity
Japanese
Personality:
Miki is a very...interesting person. She certainly not normal. She likes to fall off buildings, almost killing herself. The rush of falling through her body, the rush of almost dying awakes her, but when she is not trying to kill herself, she is eating sugar snacks given to her by her friends that either think she is cute and just want to see her enjoy a treat, or know how ill tempered she gets when she hasn't had a snack in a while. She stays alert by staying in a sugar coma, indulging herself in hours worth of snacks. But, when she doesn't have snacks, she has music. She only likes instrumental, it soothes her nerves and makes her in a loopy state, making her smile and dance, and this is where the sensation of wanting to fall comes in. Music trances in a strange way, making her want to feel a rush of dying, of falling with gravity's pull, with the wind blazing past her skin, almost like small knives. She doesn't like the sanity in the world, because there is none anymore.
Every since the outbreak, she has figured out to actually survive in this new world of dead humans, you need to also be insane and act more deadly than the zombies you face in front of you. She may seem shy, bashful and cute, but when she is outside, she is a calm being, focused in the insanity, ready to listen to commands, ready to fall, ready to live on and die by her own hands. That, is a dream come true, to die by her own hands. That would be pure bliss, because no one cares enough for her to even bother if she is sane or insane accept her friends...which she doesn't have many at the moment.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[ Personal Character Information ]
Quote:
"Uwah!~"
Loves:
- Eating sweets
- Her jacket
- Jumping from high places
- The feeling of shock, excitement, or fright
- Dancing
- Playing games
- Feeling as if she was out of control
Likes:
- People
- Hugs
- Fluffy things
- Receiving gifts
- Music
Dislikes:
- "Them" when the take her things from her
- Children
- Standing still
- Not eating
- Learning
Hates:
- People that don't like her
- Bitter things
- Bitter people
- Not moving
- Feeling sane
- Not feeling any emotion
- Unable to jump in the air
- Singers
- Her mother
Favorite Food:
- Anything sugary and sweet, especially cake
Favorite Drink:
- Anything sugary and sweet, especially hot chocolate
History:
She used to the good girl in the family. Only daughter, four brothers, but somehow she was always being compare to the boys, even though she was a girl. She was suppose to compete with the eldest, who loves to play football, or the second eldest, who was becoming a genius in science, or like the third who wanted to be a professional fencer, or the fourth who wished be a doctor when he grew. As the youngest child, she was told to do all these things, make good grades, go into gymnastics, become a good girl, do as she is told or be punished to the corner, or the wooden spoon, or leather belt. She was told to have this kind of hair and wear that kind of dress and wear this jewelry and wear these shoes and go here and go there and do this and do that and blah, blah blah blah blah.... She was told by her father she was a princess, but at times a cursed child. By her mother she was called pumpkin, but then called a naughty girl. By her brothers she was called squirt, but then they would say squirt so angrily, so violently when they got mad at her for something. What did she do, to make all these people always care, or always hate, or always get angry, or always saying such hurtful things, but then revert to a kind person, thinking that their sins have been wiped clean, or thinking that when they go to church, their sins of beating her when she didn't do anything would be cleared. Or when they didn't invite her to a party, or making dinner for her when all of them would leave the house at once, thinking she would be okay. When she was all alone, it was almost clear...her mind. She was able to think by herself, and with that, she would always go to the back year, and like always, climb up the drain pipe with the skills she learned from gymnastics, and would climb up to the roof, and then sit there for unknown hours, waiting for the sun to set below the cookie cutter house for the bats to come out. And exact at 10 o'clock, when the moon was up and the brightest of stars were out, cracking through the city lights, she would turn around and literally, jump off of the roof, gracefully landing on the trampoline that they had in their backyard for "her to practice" on. She would climb down from the trampoline and got back into the house, climbing up the stairs and slowly turning the hall to go to her room just as the sanity came back, with the jingling of keys and the loud opening of the door, thinking that their little "pumpkin" had gone to bed murmuring about how proud they were for her putting herself to bed, when she has been doing this for more than eight years.
At the small age of 15, she practiced in more larger spaces than just her own house. It was there when she learned that the ground was much softer than she had thought it to be if you bounce like a trampoline on your feet. So, she tried jumping from house to house, then slowly progressing into building to building, then eventually at the hearty age of 15, anything that had a surface was her playground. Her body was made to land against the ground, twisting and spinning in any direction in order to land that perfect land. However, one day, when she had be told to work with her mother at her work place, she made sure everything was perfect, even though her mother would grab her hair is one thing was out of order. Sometimes she would forget that she was suppose to be a perfect child. However, that day, there was an earthquake. She was trapped under a flipped desk and she she knew her mother was looking right at her, and she tried calling her mother's name, outreaching her hand, but when the mother reached back, she had grabbed the purse that was right next to her "pumpkin" and made a mad dash to the stairs with everyone else. She was frozen, her arm out stretched, her eyes staring blankly at the women running down the stairs just as the ceiling began to come down. Her arm slowly dropped, and as the ceiling began to come down on her, a smile curled against her face, a wicked, large smile. The building began to fall.
There was said to be many survivors on the news, but the news probably thought a disposable child was not to be cared about even if dead. Through all the rubble and debris, a table was pushed out from a moving object's way, and the long red hair started to finally take color in her life, and the dress she wore was ripped to shreds. Figuring it wasn't really needed, she ripped all of it off. Scrapped up, bleeding from a wound on her leg and head, the girl began to take on color, and she looked around, noticing that a pathway was open to her. It was the specific pathway, one that would lead her to a new life. An alley way. She turned immediately towards the pathway and walked for a while, till she began to scale the wall with ease. When she reached the top, an area was revealed to her...and her smile grew. A school. A life. A Insane path to finally be free on, was now open.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[ Personal Character Information ]
Club:
Parkour Club
Starter Weapon:
[Fire crackers]
Condition:
Perfect
Range:
9 feet throwing distance, unless in the air, 2 feet arm's length
Modification:
N/A
Ammo Count: ??? / ???
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[ Character Battle Stats]
Speed:
12/151
Strength:
10/125
Accuracy:
2/50
Agility:
20+10=30/151(Class)
Endurance:
6/100
Intelligence:
0/50
Marksmanship:
0/100
Melee:
0/100
Reaction:
10
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[ Bag Contents Information]
Bag Type:
Rucksack
Bag Capacity:
0/15
Bag Contents:
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