Yusaka, Marilyn Nicole

[attr="class","bioheader"]personality.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Emotionless, obedient, silent. These are the ways a doll should act, these are the ways that a tool should behave. Loyal to those who hold her fate in their hands, if only out of a desire to see it all fade to nothing. Marilyn, once upon a time, was a rather upbeat girl. Happy, sociable, one of the "popular" kids in high school. She wished to make a difference. Stand against the shadows that crept in around those close to her. She was a skilled medic, and an overall kind and generous person. Such a tragedy it is then, that the kind and caring person she was is no more than a memory. The girl is a shell of herself now, acting only out of a desire to see the hell she now lives come to an end. As it stands, that drive is what motivates her to do a vast number of things that she's been shown to pursue with almost reckless abandon, making use of the fact that the Phenomenon won't let her die without their direct say-so beforehand. Of course, that doesn't keep her from trying her hardest to brush as close to death as she possibly can when the situation allows for it.

[attr="class","bioheader"]likes.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]While shattered and broken almost beyond repair, Marilyn- or by her own preference Nicole- still maintains a number of the joys she pursued before becoming what she is now. Music and art at the top of the list. Her hands still show the signs of years of piano and drawing practice, as does her voice maintain the power from all of her songs. In more recent years she’s garnered a vast appreciation for silence, and of the peace that comes with loneliness.

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]Pain. It’s always the same thing, and it all cycles back to pain. While as a Necro she cannot physically feel it, her mind still vividly remembers the sensation. She despises the Phenomenon for all they’ve done, and even further still for all she’s been forced to too, and she curses her own inability to muster the strength to regain the humanity she seems to have lost.

[attr="class","bioheader"]history.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Once upon a time, you were happy.[break][break]
Honest.[break][break]
Cheerful.[break][break]
But that time has since passed, hasn’t it? The times you took for granted, swept away and stolen from you by way of a needle and the faceless beings that loom above you. Tugging at what remains of your soul as they use your body to carry out the deeds they deem appropriate. There was a time where you fought against them, yes. A time where you resisted where others would have bended knee, but soon enough you too fell. Weeks of torment, of augmentation, of feeling yourself be slowly taken apart before they put you back together exactly how they wanted you.[break][break]

Obedient. Willing. A dog eager only to serve her master with little regard as to the lives and cares of those who had once known her. That’s what became of you, after so much fighting and agony? A part of you still clings to hope, though, doesn’t it? That part of you that cherishes the name of one who had helped you through the earliest times in that hell. One who had left you to your fate when you had needed his aid the most. So they broke you. Completely and utterly, until nothing more than a fragment of your former self had remained in that shell they had modified and made altercation after altercation to as they pleased. Your humanity had been the first thing to vanish, that you knew. The subtle traces, the emotions and memories you had once cherished fading into the void as agony forced you to remain in the present. Even now you can still hear the anguished voices of those recollections, calling from some place in your mind that as of yet has proven to be unreachable, and hopelessly remote. The voice that rings out the loudest is always your own, traces of your past, conversations held in a happier time. After a point, you noticed that they simply seemed to stop mattering anymore.[break][break]

There was one, through all of that, that you looked to. Leaned upon. The pair of you shared this hell, albeit in different ways. He was... rough, at first. Hard to get along with, but eventually the two of you found common ground. Something to hold onto, and that made you strong. It was this way for so long, those days that you now desperately wish you could have back. Those days that you wish would have ended only with your death. You found yourself freed from the torment, the agony, and able to be yourself in what felt like decades.[break][break]

And then, one day, he was gone. Vanished, without a hint as to where he went. You were distraught at first, denying that he could have simply gone so suddenly. Long days turned to longer nights, and memories of the present came to join in the cacophony of voices that drowned out your thoughts and paralyzed you. Visions, memories, voices in your head that you know you'll never hear again. That day, you were sure his had joined the chorus. [break][break]

Then came news of a "revolution", and that man whom you'd thought gone forever came back. You chalked it up to fate that he came back as an enemy, not a friend. Such you believed was your punishment from breaking the role you were given. Such was your punishment for daring to be anything more than a tool, the sharpened blade with which to pierce and kill a foe before they realized you where there... and in a few cases, the sledgehammer swung without regard for the weapon's well-being. You were a doll, a tool, an instrument to be used to exert the Phenomenon's will.[break][break]

That day, you returned to that role, your true self kicking and screaming as you threw her back in her cell.[break][break]

That day, you resolved to do all you could to ensure that your own future would remain as solid as stone.[break][break]

That day, you cast aside everything that bound you to the person you were. Opting instead to do all you could to become the ideal weapon, fueled by rage and despair because of a betrayal you still don't fully understand.[break][break]

Because if the small, meek, pathetic voice of your so-called "true" self says not to do something, the obvious choice now is to do it. To hear the anguished cries in your mind, to feel yourself shatter further and further. To feed the monster within and now without.[break][break]

So it is that you returned to the breaking. Returned to letting yourself crumble to ash, and stripped yourself of most all that made you human.[break][break]

Everything but him.[break][break]

"My monsters are real, and they're trained to kill."

[attr="class","bioline"]iDraekios

[attr="class","bioline"]Twenty-Six

[attr="class","bioline"]Female

[attr="class","bioline"]Unknown

[attr="class","bioline"]Cyber | Necro | Brute | Ilektrizo

[attr="class","bioline"]September 8th

[attr="class","bioline"]Phenomenon

[attr="class","bioline"]Unaligned (Chaotic Neutral)

[attr="class","bioline"]Phenomenon Elite

[attr="class","bioline"]Ringo-chan [Haegiwa]

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