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Character Name: Yume Yuzuriha
Age: 18 Years Old
Origin: Fuji, Japan
Birthday: June 1st, 2214
Gender: Female
Height: 5 Foot 8 Inches
Weight: 142 Lbs
Personality Type: Yume lives for the thrill of combat. Unlike those who seek higher purpose or spiritual clarity in battle, Yume’s drive is raw, selfish, and dangerously intoxicating. She fights because it excites her, because nothing makes her feel more alive than dominating her opponent. She thrives on sadism, delighting in pain, both the pain she inflicts and the sharp retaliation she receives in return. If denied a proper fight, her temper flares viciously; nothing irritates her more than someone who treats her seriously-earned violence as a game. Cunning and unpredictable, Yume often plays the role of a femme fatale. She’s fully aware of her striking beauty and isn’t shy about weaponizing it. She flirts, taunts, and teases without hesitation, mixing her allure with cruelty. Her enemies often can’t tell whether she’s mocking them, seducing them, or preparing to full on kill them; and sometimes, it’s all three. She even goes as far as using her legs and feet as tools of humiliation, especially when she senses someone is too distracted or flustered by her sensuality. To her, power is as much psychological as physical, and she enjoys twisting that knife until her prey squirms.
Yet, beneath the ruthless exterior lies a storm of contradictions. At times, Yume seems almost hollow, her cruel smirk fades into an empty stare, revealing an undertone of loneliness. Her sadism masks a broken core, trauma and isolation that she refuses to confront. She lashes out at others, mocking their flaws, ridiculing their pain, even when it mirrors her own. Despite this, a twisted sense of honor occasionally slips through. She avoids dragging children into violence, detests needless cruelty toward animals, and has moments where she spares the weak if they remind her of something buried deep within. These rare glimpses of compassion only highlight the fractured duality of who she is. Her sexuality, like her personality, is teasingly elusive. Yume is openly flirtatious with both men and women, though whether her advances are sincere or purely to manipulate is deliberately unclear. She enjoys keeping others guessing; mocking, flustering, and destabilizing them with every smirk and remark. What is undeniable is that she knows she’s irresistible and revels in using it to her advantage, turning lust into another weapon in her arsenal.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic, Neutral
Greatest Fear: Yume's greatest fear is being truly alone, the crushing emptiness of knowing no one will ever be there when the mask slips terrify her more than anything else. That fear took root the day the last person she trusted betrayed her, “killing” the only woman she ever loved as a twisted joke. Yume believes her girlfriend is gone forever, and the wound has festered into a hollow ache she hides beneath her smirks and sadism. Deep down, she’s terrified that everyone she lets close will either leave her, break her, or end up buried because of her. The irony is that her cruelty and manipulations are fueled by this same fear; if she keeps everyone at arm’s length, she can’t be hurt again. But in the rare quiet moments, when the fight is over and the thrill has passed, Yume is haunted by the thought that she’s already lost the only person who could have saved her from her loneliness.
Motivation/Goal: Unknown
Allies/Friends: Shuu
Relationships: Nikki (1st Girlfriend) | Cairo (1st Male Crush) | Reina (2nd Girl Crush) | Ahri (3rd Girl Crush)
Nikki (1st Girlfriend): In Progress
Cairo (1st Male Crush): Yume met Cairo after on the second day of school at the Nexus Academy, she hadn’t expected to find someone interesting waiting at the school but it proved to be more interesting an opportunity to pass up. Most men wilted when she approached, too intimidated by the sharpness behind her smile. But Cairo? He looked right back at her with that infuriating calm. And Yume knew immediately, she was going to make him hers. Claiming was as natural to her as breathing, and the moment Cairo grinned at her, she decided he belonged to her and openly told him. He laughed, of course. That easy, careless laugh that made her want to claw at him and kiss him in the same breath. “I already belong to two people apparently; you'll need to try harder than that to impress me.” That was the beginning. At first, Jennie and Reina were nothing more than background noise to Yume. So she did what she always did, she took what she wanted. She made her presence known from the moment she set foot in Nexus Academy, her smirk slicing through their fragile peace. She’d saunter past Jennie with a wink, brush her fingers across Cairo’s shoulder just to see Reina’s jaw tighten, and when they thought she’d finally crossed a line, she’d whisper something venomous and sweet enough to melt it all back into confusion. “He already knows who he belongs to.” she’d said once, smiling like sin itself. The look on their faces was delicious. But Cairo wasn’t like other men. His indifference to weakness intrigued her, even as his kindness infuriated her. He’d tease her back, dodge her provocations with that lazy grin, and when she pushed harder, he’d push back. He saw through her. And that terrified her more than she’d ever admit. Then time began to do what time always does, it eroded her armor. The more time she spent with them, she saw them differently. Jennie wasn’t weak; her kindness was unshakable; a kind of strength Yume didn’t know how to fight against. Reina’s silence wasn’t submission; it was control, discipline, an unyielding resolve that made Yume’s chest tighten in ways she didn’t understand. She hated how much she noticed them, how much they steadied her, and how much Cairo saw right through every crack she tried to hide. Yume had built her life on control, on knowing exactly how to pull the strings of others. But around them, her own strings tangled. She still mocked Jennie with sly comments, leaned too close to Reina just to watch her fluster, and whispered shameless things to Cairo just to see that calm veneer slip for half a heartbeat. But somewhere beneath the games, the flirting, the provocation, something else had begun to grow. She caught herself watching Cairo when he wasn’t looking—how his laugh lit up rooms, how his voice softened when speaking to Jennie, how his rare compliments made Reina blink in quiet surprise. She hated that it warmed her. She hated that she wanted to be part of it. The cruel truth, the one Yume would never voice out loud, was this: she didn’t just want Cairo anymore. She wanted them. Jennie’s warmth. Reina’s loyalty. Cairo’s chaotic, magnetic gravity. Together, they were everything she pretended she didn’t need. She knows she’s dangerous, broken, hard to love. She knows her edges cut too deep. But when Cairo looks at her—not as prey, not as a trophy, but as an equal—something in her chest trembles. And though she’ll keep teasing, keep provoking, keep pretending she doesn’t care… deep down, she already knows. If they would have her, she would stay.
Reina & Jennie (2nd & 3rd Girl Crushes/Future): At first, Jennie and Reina were just obstacles, pretty little guardians hovering around Cairo like loyal dogs guarding their master. Yume could smell their hesitance from the moment she set foot in Nexus Academy. Jennie with her quiet warmth, Reina with her reserved steadiness; neither of them daring to claim what they clearly wanted. It was pathetic, almost laughable. And Yume? She had no interest in playing coy. Cairo intrigued her, so she said what she wanted and made it known. She looked them both in the eye and let the words drip like poison: “He already knows who he belongs to.” Watching their faces tighten was almost as satisfying as the way Cairo’s ears would redden under her teasing. To Yume, it wasn’t about love at first. It was about the game. She liked how Jennie bristled, how Reina stiffened, how Cairo faltered between confusion and temptation. Their restraint was weakness in her eyes, and she delighted in tearing at it, shredding their little unspoken equilibrium with sharp smirks and cruel remarks. If she wanted something, she claimed it and it was as simple as that. And Cairo? He was worth claiming. Not just because of the way he fought, but because of the quiet weight he carried, the kind of gravity that pulled people in without trying. But time has a way of changing things; Missions blurred into sleepless nights, exhaustion dragged laughter out of even the most disciplined, and in the cracks between, Yume saw something she hadn’t expected. Jennie, who at first seemed fragile, had a warmth that melted through Yume’s defenses in subtle ways. She hated how much she noticed it, how Jennie’s smile soothed her, how her gentleness was never weakness but a quiet strength. Reina, too, revealed more than Yume cared to admit. Beneath the icy composure was a steel spine, someone who never wavered no matter how sharp Yume’s taunts became. Yume found herself relying on them as well. And that’s when the irritation became something else. It wasn’t just about Cairo anymore. Jennie and Reina weren’t weaklings clinging to him. they were fire and foundation, complements to what she herself lacked. Jennie’s soft sincerity steadied her temper when she would’ve snapped. Reina’s silent loyalty filled a hollow ache Yume had carried for years. For the first time, Yume found herself hesitating. She wasn’t used to hesitation. She wasn’t used to wanting someone without tearing them apart first. The cruel truth she finally admitted to herself, if only in the quiet of her own mind was that she didn’t just want Cairo. She wanted them all. Not as playthings, not as pawns, but as something terrifyingly close to family. That word still tasted bitter, but she couldn’t deny the pull. She still teases, of course. She still mocks Jennie with sly winks, pushes Reina’s patience with whispered innuendo, and throws her boldest claims at Cairo just to watch them all squirm. But underneath the sharpness is something real, something she’d never say out loud: she wouldn’t be upset if their bond grew to include her. In fact, she craved it. Their steadiness, their warmth, their loyalty—together it was everything she pretended not to need. Yume knows she’s dangerous, broken, hard to love. But when she fights alongside Jennie and Reina, when Cairo looks at her with that frustrating mix of caution and curiosity, she lets herself imagine it. Not conquest. Not possession. But belonging. And though her smirk never fades, in her hollow chest, she knows the truth: if they would have her, she would stay.
Professional Information
Alias: Yu (Nikki) | Ume (Cairo)
Affiliation: Nexus Academy
Mentor: Unknown
Rival/Enemies: Reina
Secrets: Refer to her greatest fear
Class: Amagiri Shoya
Rank: B
Equipment: X-Block 17
Weapon: None
Weapon Description: None
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Power Information
Main ability: Yume’s Blood Power - Scarlet Sickles: Channels her Bio Energy into her bloodstream, allowing her to form blood-forged sickles that extend from parts of her body. The constructs retain a semi-fluid sharpness; both solid enough to slice through steel and flexible enough to fracture into shards mid-flight before reforming back at her command. Yume can swing them in wide arcs for brutal close-range assaults or detach and hurl them as spinning projectiles. Unlike static weapons, her sickles retain flexibility and can shift in length or curvature mid-combat, giving her fluid adaptability. Her style combines long, and mid-to-close range combat, where her blood sickles allow her to weave together relentless combos. She can also use the blood trails left by her sickles like a web to set traps for her enemies.
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Basic Information
Character Name: Yume Yuzuriha
Age: 18 Years Old
Origin: Fuji, Japan
Birthday: June 1st, 2214
Gender: Female
Height: 5 Foot 8 Inches
Weight: 142 Lbs
Personality Type: Yume lives for the thrill of combat. Unlike those who seek higher purpose or spiritual clarity in battle, Yume’s drive is raw, selfish, and dangerously intoxicating. She fights because it excites her, because nothing makes her feel more alive than dominating her opponent. She thrives on sadism, delighting in pain, both the pain she inflicts and the sharp retaliation she receives in return. If denied a proper fight, her temper flares viciously; nothing irritates her more than someone who treats her seriously-earned violence as a game. Cunning and unpredictable, Yume often plays the role of a femme fatale. She’s fully aware of her striking beauty and isn’t shy about weaponizing it. She flirts, taunts, and teases without hesitation, mixing her allure with cruelty. Her enemies often can’t tell whether she’s mocking them, seducing them, or preparing to full on kill them; and sometimes, it’s all three. She even goes as far as using her legs and feet as tools of humiliation, especially when she senses someone is too distracted or flustered by her sensuality. To her, power is as much psychological as physical, and she enjoys twisting that knife until her prey squirms.
Yet, beneath the ruthless exterior lies a storm of contradictions. At times, Yume seems almost hollow, her cruel smirk fades into an empty stare, revealing an undertone of loneliness. Her sadism masks a broken core, trauma and isolation that she refuses to confront. She lashes out at others, mocking their flaws, ridiculing their pain, even when it mirrors her own. Despite this, a twisted sense of honor occasionally slips through. She avoids dragging children into violence, detests needless cruelty toward animals, and has moments where she spares the weak if they remind her of something buried deep within. These rare glimpses of compassion only highlight the fractured duality of who she is. Her sexuality, like her personality, is teasingly elusive. Yume is openly flirtatious with both men and women, though whether her advances are sincere or purely to manipulate is deliberately unclear. She enjoys keeping others guessing; mocking, flustering, and destabilizing them with every smirk and remark. What is undeniable is that she knows she’s irresistible and revels in using it to her advantage, turning lust into another weapon in her arsenal.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic, Neutral
Greatest Fear: Yume's greatest fear is being truly alone, the crushing emptiness of knowing no one will ever be there when the mask slips terrify her more than anything else. That fear took root the day the last person she trusted betrayed her, “killing” the only woman she ever loved as a twisted joke. Yume believes her girlfriend is gone forever, and the wound has festered into a hollow ache she hides beneath her smirks and sadism. Deep down, she’s terrified that everyone she lets close will either leave her, break her, or end up buried because of her. The irony is that her cruelty and manipulations are fueled by this same fear; if she keeps everyone at arm’s length, she can’t be hurt again. But in the rare quiet moments, when the fight is over and the thrill has passed, Yume is haunted by the thought that she’s already lost the only person who could have saved her from her loneliness.
Motivation/Goal: Unknown
Allies/Friends: Shuu
Relationships: Nikki (1st Girlfriend) | Cairo (1st Male Crush) | Reina (2nd Girl Crush) | Ahri (3rd Girl Crush)
Nikki (1st Girlfriend): In Progress
Cairo (1st Male Crush): Yume met Cairo after on the second day of school at the Nexus Academy, she hadn’t expected to find someone interesting waiting at the school but it proved to be more interesting an opportunity to pass up. Most men wilted when she approached, too intimidated by the sharpness behind her smile. But Cairo? He looked right back at her with that infuriating calm. And Yume knew immediately, she was going to make him hers. Claiming was as natural to her as breathing, and the moment Cairo grinned at her, she decided he belonged to her and openly told him. He laughed, of course. That easy, careless laugh that made her want to claw at him and kiss him in the same breath. “I already belong to two people apparently; you'll need to try harder than that to impress me.” That was the beginning. At first, Jennie and Reina were nothing more than background noise to Yume. So she did what she always did, she took what she wanted. She made her presence known from the moment she set foot in Nexus Academy, her smirk slicing through their fragile peace. She’d saunter past Jennie with a wink, brush her fingers across Cairo’s shoulder just to see Reina’s jaw tighten, and when they thought she’d finally crossed a line, she’d whisper something venomous and sweet enough to melt it all back into confusion. “He already knows who he belongs to.” she’d said once, smiling like sin itself. The look on their faces was delicious. But Cairo wasn’t like other men. His indifference to weakness intrigued her, even as his kindness infuriated her. He’d tease her back, dodge her provocations with that lazy grin, and when she pushed harder, he’d push back. He saw through her. And that terrified her more than she’d ever admit. Then time began to do what time always does, it eroded her armor. The more time she spent with them, she saw them differently. Jennie wasn’t weak; her kindness was unshakable; a kind of strength Yume didn’t know how to fight against. Reina’s silence wasn’t submission; it was control, discipline, an unyielding resolve that made Yume’s chest tighten in ways she didn’t understand. She hated how much she noticed them, how much they steadied her, and how much Cairo saw right through every crack she tried to hide. Yume had built her life on control, on knowing exactly how to pull the strings of others. But around them, her own strings tangled. She still mocked Jennie with sly comments, leaned too close to Reina just to watch her fluster, and whispered shameless things to Cairo just to see that calm veneer slip for half a heartbeat. But somewhere beneath the games, the flirting, the provocation, something else had begun to grow. She caught herself watching Cairo when he wasn’t looking—how his laugh lit up rooms, how his voice softened when speaking to Jennie, how his rare compliments made Reina blink in quiet surprise. She hated that it warmed her. She hated that she wanted to be part of it. The cruel truth, the one Yume would never voice out loud, was this: she didn’t just want Cairo anymore. She wanted them. Jennie’s warmth. Reina’s loyalty. Cairo’s chaotic, magnetic gravity. Together, they were everything she pretended she didn’t need. She knows she’s dangerous, broken, hard to love. She knows her edges cut too deep. But when Cairo looks at her—not as prey, not as a trophy, but as an equal—something in her chest trembles. And though she’ll keep teasing, keep provoking, keep pretending she doesn’t care… deep down, she already knows. If they would have her, she would stay.
Reina & Jennie (2nd & 3rd Girl Crushes/Future): At first, Jennie and Reina were just obstacles, pretty little guardians hovering around Cairo like loyal dogs guarding their master. Yume could smell their hesitance from the moment she set foot in Nexus Academy. Jennie with her quiet warmth, Reina with her reserved steadiness; neither of them daring to claim what they clearly wanted. It was pathetic, almost laughable. And Yume? She had no interest in playing coy. Cairo intrigued her, so she said what she wanted and made it known. She looked them both in the eye and let the words drip like poison: “He already knows who he belongs to.” Watching their faces tighten was almost as satisfying as the way Cairo’s ears would redden under her teasing. To Yume, it wasn’t about love at first. It was about the game. She liked how Jennie bristled, how Reina stiffened, how Cairo faltered between confusion and temptation. Their restraint was weakness in her eyes, and she delighted in tearing at it, shredding their little unspoken equilibrium with sharp smirks and cruel remarks. If she wanted something, she claimed it and it was as simple as that. And Cairo? He was worth claiming. Not just because of the way he fought, but because of the quiet weight he carried, the kind of gravity that pulled people in without trying. But time has a way of changing things; Missions blurred into sleepless nights, exhaustion dragged laughter out of even the most disciplined, and in the cracks between, Yume saw something she hadn’t expected. Jennie, who at first seemed fragile, had a warmth that melted through Yume’s defenses in subtle ways. She hated how much she noticed it, how Jennie’s smile soothed her, how her gentleness was never weakness but a quiet strength. Reina, too, revealed more than Yume cared to admit. Beneath the icy composure was a steel spine, someone who never wavered no matter how sharp Yume’s taunts became. Yume found herself relying on them as well. And that’s when the irritation became something else. It wasn’t just about Cairo anymore. Jennie and Reina weren’t weaklings clinging to him. they were fire and foundation, complements to what she herself lacked. Jennie’s soft sincerity steadied her temper when she would’ve snapped. Reina’s silent loyalty filled a hollow ache Yume had carried for years. For the first time, Yume found herself hesitating. She wasn’t used to hesitation. She wasn’t used to wanting someone without tearing them apart first. The cruel truth she finally admitted to herself, if only in the quiet of her own mind was that she didn’t just want Cairo. She wanted them all. Not as playthings, not as pawns, but as something terrifyingly close to family. That word still tasted bitter, but she couldn’t deny the pull. She still teases, of course. She still mocks Jennie with sly winks, pushes Reina’s patience with whispered innuendo, and throws her boldest claims at Cairo just to watch them all squirm. But underneath the sharpness is something real, something she’d never say out loud: she wouldn’t be upset if their bond grew to include her. In fact, she craved it. Their steadiness, their warmth, their loyalty—together it was everything she pretended not to need. Yume knows she’s dangerous, broken, hard to love. But when she fights alongside Jennie and Reina, when Cairo looks at her with that frustrating mix of caution and curiosity, she lets herself imagine it. Not conquest. Not possession. But belonging. And though her smirk never fades, in her hollow chest, she knows the truth: if they would have her, she would stay.
Professional Information
Alias: Yu (Nikki) | Ume (Cairo)
Affiliation: Nexus Academy
Mentor: Unknown
Rival/Enemies: Reina
Secrets: Refer to her greatest fear
Class: Amagiri Shoya
Rank: B
Equipment: X-Block 17
Weapon: None
Weapon Description: None
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Power Information
Main ability: Yume’s Blood Power - Scarlet Sickles: Channels her Bio Energy into her bloodstream, allowing her to form blood-forged sickles that extend from parts of her body. The constructs retain a semi-fluid sharpness; both solid enough to slice through steel and flexible enough to fracture into shards mid-flight before reforming back at her command. Yume can swing them in wide arcs for brutal close-range assaults or detach and hurl them as spinning projectiles. Unlike static weapons, her sickles retain flexibility and can shift in length or curvature mid-combat, giving her fluid adaptability. Her style combines long, and mid-to-close range combat, where her blood sickles allow her to weave together relentless combos. She can also use the blood trails left by her sickles like a web to set traps for her enemies.
Flying Blood Sickles: Yume releases multiple sharp and durable sickle-shaped blades of solidified blood by swinging her Kama. She is also able to control these sickles at will.
Rampant Arc Rampage: Yume flails around her Kama haphazardly and creates a dome of sickle-shaped blades of solidified blood around her that defend from incoming attacks. The blades spin so rapidly that they deny openings, and expanded outwards when finishing for good measure.
Rotating Circular Slashes: Flying Blood Scythes: Yume unleashes circular waves of sharp solidified blood from her arms by rupturing her veins, although she can also merely rupture the veins on her shoulders to activate it.
Unique Ability: Homing: A defining trait of Scarlet Sickles is Yume’s ability to imbue her blood projectiles with a homing effect. Once detached, she is able to make them curve, accelerate, or return to her hand mid-flight. Even if deflected or dodged, the sickles curve back around, forcing enemies into a constant state of defense. This ability makes Yume’s attacks very difficult to escape even behind cover or at a distance. The longer a fight drags on, the more her homing sickles saturate the battlefield, creating a deadly crimson net that restricts every possible escape route.
Weakness
Forming and maintaining her sickles rapidly drains Yume’s own blood. Overuse risks fatigue, dizziness, or even critical blood loss if she pushes past her limits. She must balance aggression with survival, or risk literally bleeding herself dry.
Statistics: 1st Year Student
Speed: Tier 4 | Vitality: Tier 3 | Control: Tier 3
Willpower: Tier 3 | Strength: Tier 2 | Endurance: Tier 2
Mind: Tier 2 | Presence: Tier 1 | Stamina: Tier 1
Background
Backstory In Progress...
Family: Inori Yuzuriha (Twin Sister)
Trivia
Favorite Hobby: In Progress
Favorite Food: In Progress
Favorite Drinks: In Progress
Hidden Talent: In Progress
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