Yamiko

Name: Yamiko



Age: 18



Race: Demon

Powers: (Adding this to better explain her) She essentially is a second Yamato, a devil arm, quite literally, she is Yamato, a part of it left behind in demon form. Thus, like Yamato, her power can only be unlocked by someone with the Blood of Sparda, meaning only Nero, Dante, or Vergil can unlock her sword form and user her. Physically touching her in any way gives her the option to transform into a second Yamato. Of the three, only Vergil can force her transformation, as Yamato was his weapon to begin with. Being in proximity to the original Yamato makes her feel less ill, and can sometimes trigger a second form similar to a devil trigger. Really, it's a small mockery of Vergil's del trigger, an overflow of energy from having been born of his and Yamato's energy. When under severe emotional stress, combined with a near proximity to Yamato, she can become very demon-like on her own. Otherwise, she's just like any other demon teenager-however inexperienced in combat. I should also add that she cannot hold or wield Yamato herself, touching it results in an electric shock that will not only flash her transformation, but knock her on her butt unable to move for several minutes. 

While in sword form, she can be tossed or even dropped and remain a sword for up to a minute without physical contact with her wielder, before she will change back to a girl.



Personality:

She’s selfish and snarky, quick to get defensive and mouth off like any teenager, but she’s also curious and will do anything for a bite to eat. Deep down she gets scared, has feelings like any other girl her age, but she tries to hide it with sarcasm. She gets mad and frustrated easily, but in the right situations also can become shy—she might blush, but then she’ll probably say something rude, it’s just her way.



Occupation: Resident annoyance at Devil May Cry headquarters



Relations: Yamato, and dearly departed Agnus and Sanctus.



History:

Yamato, the fabled demon sword belonging to the son of Sparda, Vergil, the blue brother with the desire to shed humanity and become stronger; a relic gone missing for a good long time and found in pieces by a cult. Of course, Agnus, a scientist within the cult had the relic, keeping it, using it for his work. He wanted to repair it for His Holiness, Sanctus, the cult leader and man with a dream. But we know that story, and how that turned out. What you might not know is this, during an experiment, Agnus sought to repair the blade with demonic magic. Doing so however didn’t fix the sword, but rather resulted in the creation of a baby girl, formed in blue light keening in the bright white light of the lab.

Angnus all by dropped his clip board and adjusted his monocle, peering into the the chamber behind the glass. He rushed in, looking over the board at the small babe, with some strange wonder, he picked her up. Not to comfort her so much as look at her more closely. Something between wonder and curiosity on his face. Sure enough, she looked human enough, white-blonde hair, a small star on her cheek, but she gave off so much demonic energy there was no way she was human. In fact, further testing proved she was far from it. The only thing that seemed to satisfy her were bottles of demon blood, and pure demon energy. Her energy signatures were identical to yamato and so that’s what Agnus named her, Yamato.

She was brought to the attention of His Holiness who always seemed to kind. She was to be a secret, live in the lab with Angus, and never leave. Ever. So her room was a small prison, she was locked in when she wasn’t allowed to watch Agnus work, or being an experiment herself. If Angnus wasn’t down there working, or if he wanted silence, she was locked away. Still, she got to have tv, normal food was eventually something she could stomach as she hit puberty, an pizza was seriously the best thing ever invented. Eventually Agnus decided he’d learned all about her he could learn. There was nothing about her that could be used. And so his research seemed to hit a wall. He couldn’t do anything with her or Yamato…not like this.

Cue Nero, whatever he did to Yamato the sword had some effect on Yamato the girl. As Yamato had become whole, The girl, locked alone in her tiny bunker of a room had gone devil trigger, it hurt, more than her first period, which had sent Agnus into a total panic. It was a mess, her room destroyed, she had no idea what was going on. Till Agnus came to her much later to find her laying in human form, all but unconscious, staring blankly and chest heaving. She thought she was going to die. Stuttering and doting he tried most awkwardly to aid her. He was the closest thing to a father she had, him and Sanctus, they were her family. She was a secret from everyone else, they were the only two people she had contact with. Of course, she knew Agnus was really a demon, she was a demon. They made sure to tell her about the sword, and her creation, but she was mostly kept in the dark about the details. As far as she knew, she was an accidental byproduct of an experiment, it was pretty accurate, but she didn’t know what was going on, why the sword was stolen or its potential. She did know she felt rather ill without it being nearby however.

Ever since the day she went devil trigger, she always seemed a little sickly, but Agnus did his best to entertain her with books on science and demonology. She was well educated for a home schooled demon. It was safe to say she even adored her “dad” and his awkward stuttering. While there was nothing really normal about her per say, her feelings and head as a teenager were pretty normal, snotty sometimes, curious loving her dad as much as she threw tantrums about him always keeping her locked up. But even when she was mad about that, she never would have been happy about him dying.

She was locked in her room when Dante came through, taking out her dad and then within a few hours even Sanctus had been destroyed. The whole time she had this gut feeling that something was wrong, like really wrong, but she buried her nose in book, crunching an apple to try and distract herself. Suddenly the lights flickered out and her door unlocked.

“Dad?” She asked, getting up, when there was no answer she walked out to explore. She called out for her father many times, but there was no answer. Further exploration would mean she’d find him, bullet wound to the head. On her knees in her torn black tights, sneakers, oversized green jacket and jean shorts she mourned him. Who would do this? Why? Of course she had no idea about anything happening outside this lab. With no other choice, she eventually left her father’s body, taking his blood spattered monicle and for the first time in her life, walked into the sunlight to see the destruction left by the events of Sanctus.

Cue present day, she changed her name to Yamiko, to give herself an identity separate from the sword, which she found out is in the possession of someone named Nero. She would like to find it, as it’s the only thing out here that’s even remotely familiar. She’s a homeless orphan, living on the street, stealing clothes, food, whatever. She does run into the occasional demon, drawn to her for whatever reason…but she eats them because…why not? Some of them are a little too powerful though and she usually has to run away. Her new story begins when the snippy teen gets caught stealing pizza from a dumpster behind some place called Devil May Cry.



Sample Post:

All day she’d felt something was off. Agnus brought her lunch and a new fruit basket for snacking, she clicked on the tv as usual and watched the latest episode of whatever was on. She hardly paid attention, something in her gut wasn’t right today. She shook it off, not like she could go find out what it was, or that Agnus could tell her. She pulled out a novel first, maybe sparkling vampires would soothe her mind, but that was not what she wanted. The story didn’t keep her interest, so she cracked open one of her dad’s borrowed books on Demonology. It was boring stuff, alchemic formulas, drawing summoning circles, alchemic compounds. She took and apple and bit into it. A few hours passed and she looked up at the tv, some old movie was playing in black and white and she stared at it looking as bored as she felt. She didn’t know what time it was, there was no clock or window in her tiny room. But there was an electric sound and everything went dark. A click at her door was the signature sound that meant it was unlocked, and she jumped up, expecting to see her timid, stuttering father peeking in with his odd grin and some ball or toy to entice her. She wasn’t a dog, didn’t care about toys anymore, way too old for that stuff, but still, it was nice to get to come out of her room and see him, even if it meant playing a dumb game of catch in the lab.

“Dad?” She called when he didn’t appear. She’d called him Dada as a toddler, then daddy as a child, and now dad was suiting, even though he’d told her he wasn’t really her father. She didn’t care, he was to her. Crunching another bite out of the apple she opened the door and walked out, green letterman jacket about two sizes too big concealing her upper body. Odd blue high top shoes squeaked against the floor. “Dad?” She called again, going up a three steps to a metal landing leading for the lab. “Daaaaad?” She called into the dark, “Why are the lights out?” She laughed a little to ease the growing uncertainty in her belly. “Where are you?”

She turned in the dark to another room, the big room with the pews. It was a mess in here, what happened? Another bad experiment? A demon? Suddenly the lights clicked back on and she saw him. The apple hit the ground as she ran to him,

“Dad? Dad? Oh shit, oh no, no, no. Dad? Daddy? Hey!” She pulled the paper off his face and recoiled immediately to throw up. Someone shot him in the face? Why? When she settled her stomach, she couldn’t help crying, laying her blonde had on his unmoving chest to mourn.

“Is anyone out there?” She cried, yelling as loud as she could, which threw her into a coughing fit, it sucked that she had attacks like this ever since Yamato was stolen. No one came, no one heard. But there was a hole in the ceiling that let in sunlight and she looked up at it. Something really big was happening, more than just some murder of some demon scientist. Sniffing, she took her dad’s monacle. She knew she should get out of here, whoever killed her dad might still be around, but she also knew she’d never see him again and wanted a momento to remember him. He had been eccentric, but a good dad substitute. She wiped her nose on her sleeve, tears sliding over her star birthmark on her cheek.

She didn’t know how to get out, but all the doors had luckily com unlocked, and the farther away from the lab she got, the more bodies she had to step over. She cringed from them, but eventually there were more bothersome than horrifying, even demon bodies were scattered around. Her confusion because curiosity, and then everything shook, unknown to her a certain giant flying statue was crashing to earth.

Finally she stepped outside, no one was around anywhere, not a soul, squinting around at her new world she started walking. Today was the first day of her life, she tucked Angus’ monocole in her jacket pocket and headed out, marveling at the world around her. It wasn’t until sometime after midnight she found a place under a park bench to curl up and sleep. This sucked, but the night sky was a lot better than the plain metal ceiling of her bunker. The world sure was huge. She snuggled into her coat, twisting daddy’s monocle in her fingers until she fell asleep. No idea what to expect when she would wake to witness her first sunrise.