Application for theinstitute

[growing_pains]

PLAYER INFORMATION
PLAYER: Pip
ARE YOU AT LEAST 14 YEARS OLD?: Yes
IF UNDER 18 YEARS OLD, PLEASE STATE YOUR AGE: N/A
CONTACT: PM
PERSONAL JOURNAL: simplypip
CHARACTERS PLAYED: Nene Romanova (BGC 2040)


CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Yuugi Hoshiguma
CANON: Touhou Project
CANON REFERENCE: over yonder
AGE: 17 (appears to be in her mid-20's)
GENDER: Female
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: held back to HS-1

APPEARANCE: Yuugi stands at a buff 6'5", long straight blonde hair, and dark reddish-brown eyes. She has a long red horn jutting out of her forehead about 7" in length, which should detract eyes from her stonking great tits sizable "talent".

PERSONALITY: #YOLO. WHAT YOU WANT MORE? FINE!
To say that Yuugi is a positive young lady would be the understatement of the century. "Happy-go-lucky" is another way to put it, but she isn't the bouncy sort. You won't see her ricocheting off of the walls or squeeing in gleeful eagerness when things are picking up. It's more of sedate, laid-back, casual attitude. It's kind of hippie-esque without all the spirituality or tree-hugging. (Though she does give fantastic bear hugs, FYI.) Yuugi is almost impossible to ruffle. She can take a surprising amount of abuse, both verbal and physical, and laugh all of it off. Yuugi doesn't carry chips on her shoulders. The word "grudge" doesn't belong in her vocabulary, with some exceptions...

Yuugi has little sympathy for the weak. The weak just need to get stronger, whether it's their own doing or through adversity. On the other side of this coin, she can't stand to see the overly strong picking on the weak just because they have the advantage. She won't stand up for everyone, but when things are clearly favoring one side versus another, even if she doesn't immediately step in, you can believe she'll have a lot of things to say about it. Yuugi doesn't consider herself to be particularly strong; her physical strength is just a byproduct of her mutation, after all. She didn't work hard for it or earn it in any way, it was just something that dropped in her lap via evolution. That isn't to say she doesn't make good use of it, for she does love a good rough-and-tumble every now and again; in whatever way that might happen.

On that note, Yuugi is open and honest about everything. You could say that she doesn't lie, but it's more that she doesn't feel that lying should be necessary. People can protect themselves and their secrets all they want, but in the end, if someone were to find out, it would just cause more distrust and pain than it is worth. You could ask her anything about herself and she would tell you without a moment's hesitation. Despite this habit of her own, her sense of loyalty and friendship makes it to where Yuugi is the easiest and safest person to confide in. When it comes to the secrets of others, she is a woman of her word, and will carry that information to her grave if she has anything to say about it.

Embracing the motto of "you only live once", Yuugi never backs down from a challenge. Life, itself, is a big challenge to her. The hand she was dealt means she will not live a "long and full life" as the doctors say, but that is a load of bullshit to her. Her life will be just as full and satisfying as she makes it, so that's exactly what she's going to do! She's going to live how she wants, love how she likes, party as much as she can take, and if someone has a problem with that, they can (literally) fight her.

POWERS/ABILITIES:
Enhanced Growth
Her power serves as a form of regeneration, but it has its own unique properties and drawbacks. She heals at a rate of about three times that of an ordinary human in good health. Yuugi is highly resistant, but not immune, to diseases and toxins in her system. This allows her to get over colds, food poisoning, and things like that relatively swiftly. It also means she has one hell of a liver, and she can (and will) drink until the cows come home with virtually no physical consequences.

As a positive side effect of her muscles healing swiftly, it means that recovering from strenuous workouts is a cinch for her. She doesn't even have to try so hard to push herself to keep in the sort of shape she is in. It literally just comes naturally to her. While her stamina is better than the average woman, her recovery rate is astounding. Being thoroughly exhausted is nothing a quick nap or a good meal can't fix.

The big disadvantage to all this is that Yuugi's body also matures faster than normal. Her stature and apparent age are the outward physical signs of her accelerated aging. If she is lucky, stays healthy, and lives carefully, she might be around to see her 40th birthday.

AU HISTORY:
Being an unwanted child in a large Japanese family is at best a recipe for being the lowest rung on a ladder that will never lead to happiness or success and, at worst, a one-way ticket to having your life ended before it had ever really begun. Yuugi's life had started out as one and shifted to the other.

Barely fed, clothed only in hand-me-downs, often overlooked, spoken over top of, and only really let out of her room when it was time for tutoring, Yuugi grew up a small, quiet, unassuming child. She didn't have any resentment because it really made sense; her parents only had so much time and so many resources for all their children, so it just made sense for the eldest ones to get priority. Yuugi was really too young to ever understand this until it had been too late.

Her power did not come about until a day when she was being bullied by some of her older siblings and ended up falling from the back porch onto the stone walkway and cracked her skull. Rather than take her to a hospital, they had the family doctor just clean up her injury and wrap her head in bandages and a splint. Yuugi, miraculously enough, recovered without so much as a concussion. But when the unwrapped her bandages that is when they noticed that something odd was happening in the center of her forehead where her skin had broken through; or, rather, the reason why her skin had split rather than simply scraped as it should was because there was a pointy red protrusion growing through.

Alarmed, they sent her off with the physician under the guise of taking her to the hospital to get her "tumor" examined. The drive was long and winding and Yuugi, thoroughly exhausted from the experience, had slept through most of it. When she awoke, it was on her back in a ditch near a bridge deep in the mountains. When she cried, no one answered. When she tried to move, she was weak. It was dark and there was a storm gathering, so she crawled under the bridge for cover. That cover was where she was discovered in the morning by some mutants who had come to investigate a car that had overturned on the tricky mountain path not far from the site. She could not put up much of a fight when they took her away to their hideout, but she was surprised that, on arrival, they treated her a lot better than her family at home ever had.

And that is when she started to really grow, in every sense of the word. Yuugi had the warmth of proper-fitting, new clothes. She had proper meals and mealtime conversations. The others were all mutants, "like you" they had said, but had called themselves by some other name, too. Morlocks. The run-down cabin they inhabited in the mountainous region was their safe-house of sorts, and they said that once things "cooled down", that Yuugi could return with them to the city and meet the others. Never had the prospect of interacting with others been more appealing to her. The quiet, barely-noticeable girl started to gain volume. She laughed with the others, sang with them, ate when them and all in all had a good time together. They didn't know what her power really was, just calling her "one-horn" whenever they weren't using her real name. She didn't mind it. She didn't mind a lot of things.

Their ride arrived a few months later, to take them to a bigger hideout in the city. Yuugi's horn barred her from ever showing her face on the streets, but she found some solace in the underground world. Growing up like this, she met and spoke with many transients and mutants who were running or hiding from their everyday lives. She realized that, in a way, she had been lucky to be born into the situation she had come from. That she even had so much of a chance at a normal life. A lot of people looked at her horn as a symbol of the terrible hand that fate had dealt her but, no, it was that same horn that had probably saved her life in a way. There's no way that anyone thought she could have grown up in a good environment in that house. She was better off with the Morlocks. Here, she had a home.

A home she would swiftly and steadily outgrow. Resources were tight. Older members had priorities. This was nothing new for her, and she understood it. Yuugi had spent two years in that hideout and already she was the tallest, sturdiest, meanest looking of the bunch (by their approximation). She ate twice as much, took up twice as much room, and could attract far more attention to their little crew than they were strictly comfortable with. This time, however, Yuugi took matters into her own hands and just bid the group goodbye of her own free will and at her own time. "No hard feelings," she had said, and meant it. Grinning as was more common for her in those days, she thanked for their help and took her few possessions with her to live in the underground. Beside train tracks, in the sewers, out under bridges, any space that could fit Yuugi would do (and not many spaces could).

This was until the day that she was approached by a representative of Xavier's. He said that they would have ample accommodations for someone with her circumstances, and he seemed genuine enough. He didn't make her feel like she was special, or different, or that they would have to somehow try to fit her into their space, their schedule, their budget. Yuugi just grinned and clapped the short man on the back. "When do we leave?"

SAMPLE
1ST PERSON SAMPLE:
[ For such a big and loud presence on campus, Yuugi is being kind of quiet at the moment. Seated on a bench outdoors, her bag open beside her, she has a rag in hand as she commences polishing her horn.

—that isn't a euphemism, guys. She is literally polishing that big, red, 10" unicorn-like protrusion from her forehead. Get your minds outta the gutter. :| ]
>> leading to this thread!

THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
"Wow, that's a really cute dress!" Yuugi exclaimed. Either it was to the girl at the party that she was just macking on chatting with, or about one that passed by as she was talking to someone else entirely.

Or maybe she just announced it, loudly, for everyone in the immediate area to hear. It's your call. She's had a few drinks at this shindig already, which is about what the average high school kid would already be shitfaced on, and she's just a bit tipsy. Not that she keeps her trap shut even when she's sober.

She sighs wistfully, leaning back against the doorway that she's totally blocking. Six-foot-five and built like a brick wall means that, occasionally, she emulates such a structure without meaning. There's no way you're getting in or out without poking her. "Ahh, I haven't worn a dress like that in so long..."

>> leading to this and this thread.