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BYAKKO NISHIAKI

[attr="class","about_1"]PERSONALITY

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Everyone is a contradiction in their own right, having their ups-and-downs, lefts-and-rights; Byakko is no different. Where she will have her cold, off-putting moments; there will be times when she is the most touchy-feely creature on the planet. She does many things on whim, relying mostly if not purely on her own instinct when it comes to her work or to people. The amount of effort given is a fluctuating thing, too much so to give it a decent count. While she is always passionate about her work, as its literally the only constant in her life that she'll ever acknowledge; socializing isn't her strong suite. Its not unusual for her to completely ignore her 'friends' and yet hang all over strangers just 'cause "They smell nice."
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But the girl is an innocent despite her actions, at least for the most part. Curiosity is what drives most of energy outside of her 'one passion'. She'd be a hikikomori if it weren't for some very important factors... all full of ramen and twenty-four hour naps... A girl just has to have her comforts. More than once has she caterpillared herself from her living space to hunt down a vending machine... and no, she did not notice nor care about the whispers or staring eyes. They should just be glad she was wearing clothes under that blanket.
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Alas, humans are social creatures and Byakko too can't live her entire life in solitary confinement. For those few she does manage to remember the names of, her friends on better terms; the girl goes the extra mile to please them. She covets them like treasures, plays to their whims and smothering them in her own. Being a physical creature, some might think her flirtatious with how she'll cling and cuddle to another. Most times that won't be the case. Physical contact is a reassurance to her that they really do exist, that she's still sane. It would be awkward to figure out the tree wasn't a person after all.

[attr="class","about_1"]HISTORY / FREE FORM

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It would be more of mystery if Byakko could still remember her parents... If she had any. An infant, stol- no, RESCUED from the pits of the forgotten crevices of society. From the beginning Byakko was an unwanted child, a nameless creature wailing pitifully in the waiting room of some small time clinic. By the time the clerk realized her mother wasn't coming back, the only doctor had called authorities. From there its a mystery to the child as to how she ended up in Trophaeum's clutches.
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Like her 'brothers and sisters', the infant was tested upon; modified to fit the machines that would soon feel more human than mankind itself. Byakko, as 'Father' had named her; had learned early on that few of those who looked like her actually acted true toward her. She could see it- those small movement, the grimaces, the frustrations, the excitement... The ways their eyes looked, false glass hiding a darker reflection. Doctors were scientists so it was only natural that they would prioritize their experiments over all but how was a child to understand that? The smallest, most minute of details were caught by the orphan; carved into her heart each time she felt she disappointed her 'family'.
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But Father wasn't like that, or he was but she wanted something so desperately to cling onto. In truth she blinded herself, became a good little puppet no matter how much the poking, prodding, exercising hurt. Humans weren't meant for zero gravity, not for a long time yet. But Father wanted to see them succeed so Byakko locked away her little childish emotions, forced them down into the deepest pits of her psyche. So soft was she... The other GCs her siblings by more than just blood in her mind; Father the only one she refused to see as anything other than a source of light... Such a delicate child. It was no wonder she nearly broke when they were finally let free into the world.
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Where was she to go? A thirteen-year-old who fought to mature as quickly as she could to please him... only to find herself cast out in a roundabout way. Father had requested only a single thing from them, a sort of mission... Something some of her 'siblings' refused to obey while others jumped at the chance. Then there were those like Byakko, stuck right in-between, unsure of how to proceed. So she did what she could only think of doing. She flew.
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Her first moments of the outside world were as a 'runaway', a true homeless child surviving on little more than scraps and fleeing authorities. For the longest time it felt as if she had become a bandit, law meaning nothing to her... All until she got caught. Oddly enough the girl found herself put in the system of Japan only to be taken out by the very same cop. He and his family wanted to adopt her. Her of all children. At that point it was no longer questions running through her mind, only the facts of 'flow along or get crushed by the ride'.
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They raised her well enough, her new 'mother' and 'father'; both of whom she never actually called that much to their sadness, gave her as much love and freedom as they could. Their oldest a college student going into the field of medicine, the second oldest a rookie talent. The third oldest was the one who re-introduced to the world of ATs, his passions running hot on flying. Of course, she liked her new 'siblings' well enough so of course she would help them. If only she knew the path laid out before her.
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The sounds of the machines, the songs they sang... Magic- pure harmony. The way they danced after Byakko got her hands on them... It was all just so mesmerizing. Delving deeper into mechanics was only the beginning. It began to eat her, absorb her into a clockwork ball of wonderment. Before long all the gear within their household had been tampered by her. Tirelessly, ages upon ages; how long ago had she started again? Her passions carried her to college, the only things fueling her upkeep of her scholarships. The world she already knew opened up even wider, just ripe and waiting for her to tackle the complete opposite of what her body had been modified for. Old promises forgotten, there was no way she was going to let go of this 'Road' now...

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LIKES: Machinery, Caffeine, Comforts, Learning, Calm music, and Cuddling.

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DISLIKES: Being disrupted, Bitter things, Broken ACs/Heaters, Nosy people, and Disorganization.