Miyoko Oromo

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<div style="text-align:center;"><p>Death Weapon-Meister Academy Info Request Form This form must be completed as truthfully as possible. Read and follow all directions. Any violation of this statement may result in disciplinary action such as a verbal warning or possible suspension.</p></div>


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Identification <strong>Given Name:</strong> Miyoko <strong>Surname:</strong> Oromos <strong>Middle Name (Optional):</strong> N/A <strong>What is your official DWMA Nickname?</strong> Ouroboros <strong>Yearbook Photo:</strong> <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://pre03.deviantart.net/02d6/th/pre/i/2012/033/5/2/revy_by_k1ck4s5-d4odzak.jpg&key=63c3776b0af57182bdd1e4f4403e1b5b800424d3fe9827eae2a674e3818880df" class="ipsImage" alt="revy_by_k1ck4s5-d4odzak.jpg" /> Lean and muscular, tight and firm. Good words to sum up Miyoko; a sixteen year old girl from the wrong side of Kyoto's streets, she grew up in tough times- and through hard work and effort, found her way to the DWMA. She's tan and muscular- with a curvy figure for her age; but one quite well suited to that age nonetheless. Her strongly built face is framed by a wild mane of lush, vivid red hair- and from within that framed face, stare jade green eyes of a startling intensity. <strong>Age:</strong> 16 <strong>Gender:</strong> Female <strong>Height: </strong>5'9 <strong>Hair Color: </strong>Vividly Dark Red <strong>Eye Color: </strong>Jade Green

Standing <strong>Are you an EAT or a NOT student? </strong>EAT, yo. I'm here to fight, and get /real/ work done. None of that kiddy stuff, y'hear? <strong>Are you a weapon or a meister?</strong> Meister <strong>If in the EAT class and a meister, what is your rank? </strong>.... One Star. Don't laugh, a'right? You're laughin, aren'tcha! I'll knock your block of, punk! <strong>How long have you been in attendance at the DWMA?</strong> ....Three Years. So it took me a while to get to the real work, sue me! Y'damn.... bah! I'll show you! <strong>How do you fight? </strong>Well? Uh.. You're.. probably not looking to hear me boast like usual, huh? A'right. I'm an adaptable sorta gal; seeing as I've yet to find a weapon that really resonates with me just right... although, I am working on that.... well. I've gotten used to adapting on the fly. I'm pretty handy barehands; but I'm no good with that kinda combat against a Kishin; just can't generate the soul-power on my own, y'feel me? Still- adaptable's the best words for it. I've gotten used to having to change style pretty regularly, so while I'm far from a master of anything- you'd be hard pressed to find a style I can't get the hang of. Y'feel me? Just wish I could get a weapon to work justt right with me. I hear I /gotta/, now that I'm in EAT?

Personal Profile <strong>What would others say are your strengths?</strong> Strengths, huh!? Hah! I'm all strengths, y'hear me? Still- you want me to list em off? A'right, you're the boss, yo. ---1: Overall Physical Condition; I'm tough as hell, yo. I hear it all the time, too- I got into fights a lot over my... well, whole life- and it's made me a tough woman, y'hear? Strong, tough, agile; physically, at least, I'm doing damn fine for a kid my age, if I do say so myself. I work out- and the routine is 'nigh constant violence'. ---2: Combat Experience; I've been getting into fights- as noted- since I was a kid. I found out I liked violence really young- so I got good at it, y'feel me? I got into fights- lots of em- and it's shaped me into quite the budding young warrior, if I do say so myself. And I do! ---3: Compassion; ...What?! You think I'm not compassionate?! I'll knock your b-... Nah. Enough of that. Anyone who knows me for long will.. probably figure out that I'm uh... a bit of a softie. I like fighting, yeah; but I prefer fighting for someone else, over fighting for myself. I don't much care about me; it's everyone else I'm concerned about! ---4: Aggression; Some might say this is a flaw. Me? I see it as a valuable asset. When I get pissed, I get /really/ pissed- and when I get really pissed? It gives me a bit of an edge. When you're so angry you go past not seein' straight- and straight into old school berserker fury? Yeah. That's an edge. <strong>What would others say are your flaws?</strong> Now, me, personally, I wouldn't say I have any- but uh. This is just what I've heard on the Grapevine, I guess. Mostly just rumors, of course- I'm too awesome to have real flaws, hah! ---1: Aggression; Like I said before, it has it's up's and downs. I'm violent- too violent, some might say. Some might even say I border straight into psycho, when I get too wound up. I disagree, mind you- but uh.. I'll admit. I've done some pretty stupid shit when I got pissed. ---2: Pride; .... Uh. I can't even deny this one, either. I'm an arrogant bitch, sometimes- maybe all the time. I'm very self assured in my raw ability to beat your face in, y'know? I overestimate myself.. maybe a bit too much. ---3: Compassion; Might be a positive trait, but the way I have it hurts me pretty bad just the same as it helps me. I care more about others than I do myself- and I'm proud of that fact, y'hear? Way I see it- I can take whatever life throws at me... but most people ain't so tough. Cus I'm strong, I'm obliged to look after the world's weaklings and pussies, y'know? No matter the risk to myself- and uh.. .sometimes it gets silly. I've gotten more bruises from helping people I felt needed it, than from my own troubles. ---4: Overly Emotional; THE FUCK YOU MEAN, OVERLY EMOTIO--... Oh, there I go again, yo. Sorry. Yeah- I get worked up wayy too easily; and when I get worked up, I do /stupid/ shit. Really, really stupid shit. <strong>Describe your personality in 2 paragraphs or more:</strong> Well. I'm a headstrong, arrogant, rambunctious violence addict who likes to help people for the hell of it, and cus it makes me happy. I would go on about how I'm the best in the world; but realistically speaking? I know, deep down, that I'm not; not yet, anyway. I like to fight, I like to make friends, I like to see new things- and I love to help people. I mean- really. There's nothing that quite matches how it feels to know that, because of my awesome, someone else has a little more awesome in their life, too. If that makes sense? Maybe not- long story short? Nothing makes me happier than making someone else happy, except maybe a really good fight against someone just as awesome as me. And I acknowledge- my violence fetish is a bit of an addiction. But it's a healthy one, with so many bad guys out in the world, right?

<strong>What do you like?</strong>

1) Dango 2) Fighting 3) Helping People 4) Praise 5) Making Friends 6) Fighting 7) Spicy Food 8) Fighting Friends

<strong>What don't you like?</strong>

1) Hurting the wrong people 2) Being Scolded 3) Getting in Trouble 4) Lectures 5) Standing Still 6) Downtime 7) Sour Foods 8) Sushi

<strong>Give a 3 to 5 paragraph biography:</strong> Much as some people might like to think otherwise, not all of the world is made up of 'nice' places. Some of the world is downright ugly, unpleasant, and brutal- I know, shocking, right? Death City is a real nice, beautiful, peaceful place. I'm not from, Death City. I was born in Kyoto, but I never stayed anywhere long enough to call it home until a few years ago. My parents? A Yakuza whore, and some poor slob of an Irishman who got into debt from his uh... 'romantic' entanglements with mom. I grew up in the shadow of civilization- moving from city to city with mom, and mostly left to my own devices once I hit walking age. It wasn't pretty- but it was a life. I liked it, honestly- I saw new interesting things every day, and while what mom did for the Yakuza- mostly killing people, despite her official job being that of a Geisha- wasn't right, or good.... it let her take care of me, y'know..? Still- I felt... guilty, on moms behalf, once I started to really understand what she and the others she was working with where doing. Once I understood why everyone who knew anything about my family stayed away- why the other kids where told not to play with me. It felt.. pretty shitty. So I started trying to make up for it, when I was about.. Six? Yeah, six- give or take. I kept getting into fights with the other kids- but I tried to stop bullies, rather than fighting anyone who seemed fun. It worked out pretty well, too, cus most of the toughest kids when I was growing up? Total assholes. I never stayed anywhere long enough to really build a reputation- but that just meant I had to work hard to have any friends for the short months I'd spend in each city. Eventually, though, that had to come to an end. I think I was.... Nine, yeah. Nine, when you guys uh... found out that mom wasn't exactly just killing people. I was ten, when a pair of folks came out- and 'took care' of her. I was never exactly close to mom, mind- but something about watching her body just.. rip apart into that monster, to try and save her own life... then watching her die like that- blown apart by that dudes /soul/.... it hurt. It fascinated me... but most of all, it hurt. I'm not a liar- I won't say I wasn't angry.. but.. I couldn't help but understand, with the mind I'd already begun to develop. Mom hadn't been helping anyone but herself, not really. She'd been stealing more than just lives, and it caught up with her. It took me a while, but I understand now... she was just in love with battle, with no mitigation, no care. She was willing to do anything- sell herself, sell others, take life, take souls, even... just for more of 'life', of 'battle'. I didn't want to be like that; even as I saw in myself, how easy that could all be. I could have gone into the underground- I could have hid from the Meister who'd just rent my mother apart with his bare hands. I could have turned out just like her, ten years from then... But instead, I walked out from the cuboard- and begged that man to take me with him. He took me to what I know call my home- where I've lived for the last six years. I only got let into the DWMA three years ago... but before that, I had my first real, normal schooling in my life. My life.... yeah. My life is really looking up, I think, y'know? Even if I do still get into a lotta fights.. even if I am still addicted to that sensation of adrenaline and battle... I know right from wrong. I want to help people, not hurt them. I think.. that means something, right? It has to. <strong>How do you feel about the DWMA? </strong>I admire and respect the establishment, even if I don't like everyone in it. My heart hurts a little every time I walk in, but that's fine; mom was wrong. I'll be better- that's all there is to that. <strong>Why have you joined the DWMA? What motivates you? </strong>I joined for the sake of fulfilling my need for violence while helping the whole world. It seemed to me... the best way I could continue to fight, without fear of becoming something I didn't want to be. There's no other really good places, for someone like me, whose soul and life /are/ violence, y'know..? <strong>What are your goals while attending the DWMA? </strong>I want... to seek out ever greater challenges, and help lots of people. I want to find out what a real friend is like, and what it means to have people care about you, instead of just caring about everyone else. I don't expect anything in return for what I do, but... I want to at least feel loved, I guess. That'd be something interesting and new! So I guess that's why I chose to become a <span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>DWMA Student.</strong></span>

Other <strong>Personal Items:</strong> 1) Mother's Locket; Literally all the bitch ever gave me that I still have. She never gave me any other keepsakes or moments- not really. This was.. something she gave me when I was seven- and I think before she really went off the deep end. It's pretty simple and plain; a gold heart inlaid with jade in the middle. Inside, is a picture of mom posing with a Nodachi... 2) 1st Edition "Adventures of Ragnar the Rager" Comic; First Comic book I read in the Western Style, upon arriving here in Death City. I've kept it since, even if I prefer Manga for the most part, this Ragnar guy is pretty cool. 3) My Gloves; The only time you are allowed to touch these gloves, is if I touch you while wearin' em. That's it, yo. Don't try and steal my gloves when I take em off, or there will be /hell/ to pay. <strong>Other Important Facts:</strong> Extremely Atheletic Extremely Violent Extremely Caring towards others Extremely everything she is, really; she does very few things by halves.

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