Post by Ren Yamada on Apr 29, 2018 15:40:07 GMT
REN YAMADA
Female | Bi-Sexual | 24 | G Ward | Deadman (Deathrow)
the good | the bad |
POSITIVE o Intelligent o Elegant o Caring o Protective o Calculated LIKES o Fresh Flowers o Kendo o Herbal Teas o Sunsets o Training Branch of Sin o Dove's Guillotine | NEGATIVE x Blunt x Stern x Judgemental x Closed Off x Quickly Angered DISLIKES x Jerks x Annoyances x Loud Noises x Cold Places x Failure Combat Skill o Swordsmanship |
The Innocent Beginning |
| Ren was born the eldest of her three siblings in a small mountain town. Many regufees found themselves coming to the town after the earthquake. Things were quiet and peaceful for quite a long time. To her siblings, she was seen as practically everything. Their parents were fairly present within their lives; their mother terrible ill and their father often disappearing from time to time. Ren figured he was just down at the gambling houses at the next town over. Her hunches were often correct. During her time in school, Ren was considered a prodigy and a model student for all to come. She graduated with flying colors only to devote her time fully to taking care of her younger sisters. She didn't mind, though many from her small town usually devoted their lives to farm work anyway. She often did Kendo to pass the time and deal with the every stress within her life. Something about wielding a sword in her hand made her feel powerful. As if she was in control of her actions more than usual. It was encouraging. She could remember the times that she took her three sisters to visit their mother in the hospital. The woman had been in a coma for years after a horrible car accident. Things seemed to spiral downward from there. Their father drank and disappeared more gambling what little funds the family had left. It was disgusting. But the times the girls did see their father, he was often being kicked in by thugs or gang members seeking his money. One day his sinful life would catch up with him And it did. It was a dark evening and Ren had recalled getting her sisters to bed. She could hear her fathers voice in the distance "Right this way." She didn't expect him to bring along company. She should have expected that once her father had lost everything, his daughters would be the next to go. She recalled kicking and screaming as her and her sisters were dragged away. Her father expressionless. Not a single tear was shed when he watched his daughters be taken away from his ignorance. His failure of being there. They had to pay for his debts now. As the eldest, and only one legal, Ren engaged in horrid acts with men who visited their new residents. However, she didn't care for her own life. All that mattered is that her sisters were safe. She dreaded every day feeling as though she had lost control over her own body and being. However, as time went by, she could tell the gang members began to take interest in her sisters. Their eyes coldly observing their bodies as if they were objects. Something within her snapped. The moment she watched a man's hand place itself upon a child's lap. That moment. Her blood began to boil. Things became blurry. Blood filled the room and bodies were stacked upon one another. Her sisters stared at her with fear and confusion. What had she done? Was she a monster to their eyes now. She needed to get them somewhere safe. She trusted their care to the doctor who had been assigned to watch their mother. She was a caring woman. Trusting. It didn't take long for authorities to begin investigation and finding their way to her small town. She had lived in their abandoned home. Alone. Thugs that found their way there seeking to avenge their fallen comrades were cut down like trees. The bodies began to pile. However, she lost any hope to go on. She was arrested and trialed for multiple counts of manslaughter and sent away to Deadman Wonderland. She was quiet within her new home. Rarely talking with others or conversing what so ever. However, she was no beast at heart. She would often conduct random acts of kindness; even going so far as to give candy to those who were on deathrow like herself. During the games however, she was merciless. Anyone who stood in her way would be cut down. Fate seemed to stop her from being in the first carnival corpse. She wonders how long this luck would be on her side. |
Dove's Guillotine
Love's Guillotine allows Ren to use her blood to convert her limbs into blades. During this transformation, her blood covers her limb completely and hardens to almost a crystal like state. As one can expect, the bigger the blade, the more blood is required. Because of this, Ren often relies most on thinner swords. Her swords, however, are breakable and can be shattered. Remnants of the sword may return to her limb and regenerate over time. She was quite skilled in swordsmanship before entering the prison so most of her combat ability strives from her use in weapons rather than tricks. Her sin acts more as a tool for her will.
She had first discovered her branch of sin when ending the lives of the thugs who attempted to have their way with her sister. How she came into contact with the red dust can be thanked mostly for the refugees entering her town. Because she is trialed for multiple counts of manslaughter, she has been placed on deathrow.
SIGNED BY TUSK
Nier Automata, Yorha Type A no.2 - Ren Yamada
Nier Automata, Yorha Type A no.2 - Ren Yamada
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