Jayn's Character Thread

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Username: Jayn
Name: Krystal
Gender: Female
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Powers: Weather Control, re-equip, ability to stun enemy with her voice.
Personality: Stubborn, slightly shy, determined, rebellious.
Other: I love you~


Name: Miku Hatsune
Age: Nineteen.
Major: Creative Writing. 「Song Writer」
Bio: Always singing a song, she maintains a fairy happy attitude. She's always willing to help someone who needs it, and is always there to listen if someone is having a hard time. Thoughtful and caring, Miku also has a rather dark side towards her enemies or if something bad happens. She tries to move past her own problems to help others, but during the times she can't seem to grasp a hold of her own problems, she can fall into a slump easily. Her dream is to become the lead singer of a band, and she'll do anything to reach her goal.
Appearance: [above]
Favorite instrument: Guitar.
Theme song: 「Append」[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]


Name: Rin Kagamine
Age: Fourteen.
Major: Music 「Singer & Violinist」
Bio: Stubborn and loud, Rin is the twin sibiling of her brother Len. Though she has the charming looks of a sweet young girl, Rin is extremely vocal and blunt. She believes that if you want something, you reach out and grab it and she won’t let anyone else get in her way. Along with her brother, Rin is a literal genius. Both musically talented and equipped with an overload ammount of knowledge, Rin is determined not to let her size and looks stand in the way of her dreams.
Appearance:
Favorite instrument: The violin.
Theme song: 「Juvenile」~ [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]




Name: Klaire Drakovak
Age: 21
Race: Human
Looks:

Spoiler:

Affiliation: Neutral.
Buso Renkin: Weapon Shifting
Buso Renkin Ability: The ability to shift into a particular weapon for the use of her twin brother, Klad. Transforming takes a lot out of her, so she prefers to shift into simple weapons such as a dagger, or a small handgun, though in some rare instances when need be, she'll transform into a much bigger weapon. Klad has the power to wield these weapons and use his ability to preform properly with their uses, whereas the ordinary person would find the weapons useless.

Her eyes opened slowly, revealing a bright sky above her and making her wince. Though she was used to a much brighter light, the body she was currently in wouldn't allow her much comfortability in her surroundings at all. Her back ached, her eyes had trouble adjusting, and the grass beneath her felt prickly and alien against the skin of her back. She groaned, closing her eye lids and pushing herself to lay on her side, breathing out softly and moving her fingers against the green blades in front of her.

"S-seriously...?" She frowned, feeling her vocal cords vibrate with her words and her heart pound against her chest. She pulled herself up shakily and looked around her. She wasn't even sure where this was. Ahead of her she could only see vast meadows of green and to the sides of her were dense trees and a thick windy trail leading deeper into them.

Stretching upwards, Krystal's cheeks turned red. She felt an unnatural breeze against her body and looked down. Sure, in heaven it wasn't abnormal to be undressed but for some reason here it just felt wrong. She felt exposed. She looked around, muttering to herself and trying to find something to cover herself with.

"Come on, have some decency..." She hissed, tilting her chin to the azure sky above her. She thought that maybe if she continued walking she would find someone kind enough to lend her some clothing. All of this for an angel I hardly knew... I bet he ended up somewhere in some Hollywood suite...









Startled by the voice she was hearing, Krystal stiffened considerably. She turned around after a moment, facing someone and furrowing her eyebrows. Her cheeks burned and she felt her heart increase in speed. It felt odd. He was looking at her, obviously rather uncomfortable while she stares up at him shyly. Shifting, Krystal couldn't stand his gaze any long and she suddenly darted to her left, retreating into the dense woods she had observed earlier and pressing herself against the bark of a tree. She squealed, feeling it prick at her skin and pushed off from it, crouching instead underneath some bushes, her head only visible to him.

"W-who are you?" She stuttered, still not used to her voice. She felt so awkward and so uncomfortable that she felt she might just drop dead from embarrassment any second. She observed him, his presence thick with familiarity yet foreign to her all at once. She felt she had seen him before, and he looked just as uncomfortable as she had. For a quick second, it occurred to her that maybe he was the angel whom had gotten banished from Heaven, but she quickly rejected the thought. The brave, fearless, righteous angel whom had defended the entire human race couldn't possibly be so...normal looking. She imagined his human forum would at least be eight feet, with broad shoulders, buff. No, this couldn't be that angel.

A smile formed on her face and she crouched a bit lower to conceal it. What a silly thought. If it was just a human, she could easily take care of him. He had gotten a good look at her naked form, the least he could do was fork over the clothing. Krystal grinned, overcome with a new sense of power. She might be human, but she could still feel the powers of her angel form deep within her.

Standing up again straight, not even giving him enough time to answer her previous question, Krystal outstretched a slender finger, her other hand rested firmly against her hip. She closed her eyes. There's no way a human could withstand this... She thought. In just moments, the clothes he was wearing would be placed on her back instead, leaving him naked and embarrassed while she scampered off into the woods happy as can be. For a moment, she thought of how God might punish her for "stealing", but scoffed at the thought. She was banished anyways. Besides, the human had a family, somewhere to return to. She needed clothing.

Opening her eyes with a smirk, Krystal lowered her finger, turning quickly to make a run for it before blinking. He was still standing there, clothed, staring at her naked figure blankly. With a frustrated cry, Krystal crouched back down quickly.

"What the..." She frowned, in thought. She knew there was power there, but maybe it was limited. With a whimper, Krystal looked back up, clearing her throat and speaking in a modest, polite tone this time so he wouldn't suspect she had ever had devious intentions. "...Yes please."

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Krystal felt her cheeks burn again. She shyly diverted her gaze from his, pretending to be interested in a plant as she reached out and hastily grabbed his jacket from him, starting to pull it over her body.

"Thank you," She spat back at him softly, irritated by her lack of power and her submission. She couldn't help that she had an overwhelming sense of dignity and pride about her. And that's what got me into this mess... She stood up, pulling the jacket closed and zipping it up around her body. It was a little big for her, but it would do. She breathed out, feeling relieved to have some kind of protection. Gazing up into the sky, she spotted the clouds and tilted her head to the side. She looked down again, biting down on her bottom lip, knowing that she once had the power to prevent things like the rain from getting to her, but not wanting to make a fool out of herself again.

"My name is..." She thought for a moment, crossing her arms and walking after him quietly. "U-um. Krystal." She murmured, wondering where he was taking her, or if she should try to get away. She knew that humans weren't necessarily always to be trusted, and most of the men in the world would kill for a naked woman to appear to them, helpless, confused, lost. She was too absorbed in her self-pitying thoughts to register that she had heard his name somewhere before.

"Where are you taking me?" She wondered, returning her gaze to his figure and narrowing her eyes skeptically, holding the jacket closed tighter as a drop of rain hit the tip of her nose.

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Krystal shivered, narrowing her eyes further at the suggestion. She looked again and stared out in front of her, noticing a shabby gray building ahead of her and holding the jacket even tighter around her, taking careful steps with bare feet and following close behind him. She felt cold, and nervous, feelings she wasn't used to at all resulting in nausea. With a deep breath, she steadied herself again and continued walking after him with a soft nod. She really had no other choice, and if he tried something, she convinced herself she could take him. She looked him up and down, pouting slightly as she thought about it. Well, size doesn't always matter...It's all about skill. And she had more skill than a human could even possibly understand.

"I was..." She tried to make up an excuse quickly. "I was looking for exotic plants....er...And I've been camping out here for a while so...I...Uh...decided to shower! Yea-yeah...in the...rain yesterday. And when I went to go put my clothes on they were...erm...stolen." Lying being one of her extreme weak points, Krystal felt quite proud of herself for coming up with something she felt was reasonable. She smiled smugly.

"You didn't take them, did you?" She asked, suddenly moving ahead to stand in front of him, her hands on her hips. "I could have you banis--er...What is it...Um...Arrested! Yes, I could have you arrested for that!" She accused, feeling as though she had gained some kind of upper hand, even though she knew he couldn't have possibly stolen the clothes that never existed.







"I'm going..." Krystal murmured, walking into the shed and feeling quite down after her lie was shot down so effortlessly. She lifted her eyes to his quietly, wondering why he suddenly seemed colder to her, her stubborn aura toning down with concern. For a moment, Krystal felt herself actually hoping she hadn't offended him too badly. After the thought, however, her cheeks flushed red and she lowers her gaze, frowning and folding her arms over her chest quietly and scoffing to herself. "How am I supposed to get comfortable in a place like this?" She mumbled, looking around before deciding to sit where she stood, resting her aching feet and closing her eyes.

"Where, exactly, are you planning on getting clothes from?" She muttered, opening her eyes and looking back up at Grey curiously. "I haven't seen any shops nearby, and I know you're not planning on leaving me here all along for so long!"

She pulled herself up slightly, leaning forward onto her hands and peering up at him. For some reason, she couldn't even choke down her display, she didn't want to be alone and he made her feel better somehow. Krystal blinked, raising an eyebrow as he touched his cheek and a thin silver slither of steam faded into the humid air.

"Stand in the rain, again, would you..?" She mumbled softly, a look of confusion on her face. He couldn't be...




“A…magician?” Krystal murmured, frowning deeply and crossing her arms. She didn’t believe him at all. But he already had his back turned and she didn’t want to question him too much while she still felt so small and vulnerable. Keeping her arms crossed, Krystal toppled back onto her backside and scooted against a cold, steel wall. She closed her eyes and leaned slightly to the side, still thinking about what the stranger had done.

A magician wouldn’t have seemed to reluctantly to show their tricks. A magician doesn’t lose control. The heat radiating off of the man’s body was real, she could feel it. Pulling her knees up to her chest, Krystal laid her head down in her arms. Her mind traveled back deep into her memories, remembering the cause of all of this trouble. It was almost unfair. To be stripped of her defenses in such a way that left her feeling so bare and unimportant. So lonely. She grimaced, not aware of the fact that she was beginning to fall asleep. Her eyelids were heavy and her heart beat had slowed, leaving her in a sleepily calm state. Unfamilar with the feeling, Krystal almost assumed she was dying.

Toppling over to the side on the cold, foreign floor, Krystal lay still. She took deep shallow breaths. Maybe…God changed his mind…Dying doesn't feel so bad...She thought, holding her knees closer to herself and letting her body take control. She fell into a deep sleep, somehow having found warmth and slight comfort in her position as her mind twisted through memories, fueling a deep, dark dream of her cirumstances.









Heaven was unusually lively that day, no pun intended. The brilliant skies radiated a deep, steady rose color, the color of judgement. This time very rarely ever happened in the Kingdom, and when it did, every angel and council member was aware of it. Not only was the sky an unusual color for the day, but it was almost as if eternity had betrayed itself, time ceasing. Clouds no longer lazily floated along the borders of Paradise, and no angels sang their songs. No music was playing, no dancing, and no speaking. Silence. An eerie silence accompanied by the dark sky. All those awaiting judgement outside of the golden arches were plagued by the thought that maybe they hadn’t been as fortunate as the were led to believe upon departure from Earth. All meetings ceased, all conversations silenced, all but one.
Standing in the center of a mass of angels and councilmen stood Krystal. Radiant golden hair tumbled down below ample hips, bright amber eyes flashing with frustration, loud—yet soft, compassionate voice strongly portraying her dismay at the turn of events. She didn’t know why. All she knew was that she felt an unprecedented need to stand up for an angel she didn’t even know.

“It’s cruel,” She argued, taking light steps towards an arch angel who kept her under a stern, watchful eye. “Heaven is supposed to be a place of joy, love and mercy. Yet at the deed of someone willing to be merciful to the humans, is replied with scorn and banishment? It isn’t right!”

Crowds of other angels, and the spirits of the deceased crowded around the spacious hall, listening to her words, but daring not to speak of them. Krystal ignored them, focusing only on those within range of her. Her heart ached for the unrecognized hero. Her compassion overruled any of the logic council that they threw at her.

“So many times…So many times have humans made mistakes. I am not blind to their ignorance. But there is still so much more good on Earth. They deserve the chance this angel presented them with. Why now, of all times, do you strike them with such apathy?” She questioned, finally lifting her eyes and peering around at the ones listening. The expressions varied mainly from fear and amusement, and she felt her passion deepening. “And you! All of you just watch! You all watch and take whatever God gives you, when you have as much a say”—

“SILENCE!”

A deep, booming voice with no recognizable source roared, and for the first time, Krystal backed down, eyes wide and pink lips closing. Instinctively, her velvety black wings wrapped around her small figure to protect herself, her head lowering in respect.

“Do you wish to begin a revolt, Krystalia?” The authoritive voice questioned, the voice retaining the same dignity, power and grace it always had.

“No…” Her voice had become soft, frail. Her fingers pressed into her palms, her lip quivering with emotion. She struggled to keep control over herself.

“If you really feel so adoring over Greyier’s actions, then perhaps you should join in his punishment.” And with that, the thick presence dispersed.

The arch angel from before smirked at her, and she lowered her wings, eyes blinking. She knew there wasn’t a chance now. No one else would take a stand, and she was to be banished. Without much of a fight, she let herself be shackled and chained, hands behind her back as she was lead out of the hall.

“Say hello to the traitor for me,” An arrogant yet elegant voice murmured to her, soft lips speaking into her ear. Krystal trembled, peering over her shoulders to meet cold blue eyes. If she hadn’t lost her voice from fright, she might had actually muttered his name in distain. She felt something cold and sharp brush against her calf and she hesitantly tilted her head down, seeing the stainless blade glistening in the mysterious light. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so willing to give in.

She thrashed and screamed in despair, her eyes closing tight as she desperately tried to call on her powers to help her defend herself. But it was useless. The divine binds her body was forced to comply to would not allow it, sending a jolt of near-unbearable pain shooting through her body. Gasping, Krystal stilled, her frail and delicate body not used to so much discomfort having been accustomed to bliss for so long. The tall man behind her simply held her closer, smiling. But his smile, his comfort did not reach those icy eyes and Krystal was only filled with more dread.

He leaned her forward, his arm wrapped tight around her waist as he raised the blade.
“I’m doing you a kind service…” He murmured, his hand snaking up her body to stroke a tear-stained cheek. She could barely breathe the human in her surfacing fully, all but those beautiful dark wings of hers. She heaved.

Suddenly, without warming, cold celestial metal tore through the base of her wings. Her back arched, eyes widening as a terrified, painful scream erupted from her core, her body going stiff. She trembled, feeling nothing but the overwhelming pain and the thick, soft rush of blood running down the small of her back and her legs.

“Because I care about you.” His voice was emotionless, betraying all false accusations. But it wasn’t too much of a anxiety of hers. His voice was fading, her eyesight wavering, and suddenly he shoved her. Over the edge of clouds and splendid wonder, she fell headfirst into the unknown.

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Krystal screamed, bolting upright and hitting her head on the wall behind her. She breathed, hard, panting and trying to regain her composure. At the moment she started regaining her wits, something hit her.

“Greyier...G-Grey!” She wiped the tears from her cheek hastily, standing up and shivering in the cold air before starting towards the door of the warehouse, fumbling to get it open and stepping out into the rain. She had to find him! It was the angel…
And suddenly, all feeling of hope disappeared; in the distance she could see a dark-haired stoic figure, one she remembered well.

“Spade…”