Application + HMD
Please feel free to use this as a concrit post. I know that my interpretation of Madotsuki is different from many others', but I am always open for advice on how to improve!
- CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Uki Wakahisa
CODENAME: Madotsuki
SERIES/SOURCE: Yume Nikki
AGE: 12
GENDER: Female
ROLE: Villain
BACKGROUND: Once, a long time ago, Uki was a relatively normal girl. She lived in a small city in Japan. She went to school. She liked reading and video games, and she thought cats were cute. She was quiet, though, not very good at talking or playing with others at all. She didn’t talk about the problems at home. No one knew. She didn’t say anything as it got worse, and worse, and worse. She didn’t want to talk about it. She wasn’t worth the help, and no one could stop what was going on, anyway. What would happen to her if she talked? Nothing helpful. She had to stay quiet.
She liked going online, though. She didn’t have to think so hard about things there. She could be whoever she wanted, not some sad, pathetic little person. She could talk with people without having to see them. Some of them were stupid. Lots of them were. But sometimes they were even cool or nice. She would hide in her room, call herself by the name “Madotsuki,” and talk with people who didn’t know her and it didn’t matter. There was one person online, an American girl. They had screen names that matched. “Urotsuki.” She was okay. They chatted a lot. They liked games, and cats, and neither of them could talk all that well with people. They got each other. And Madotsuki didn’t have to tell her any problems.
Meantime, when she got off and went back to being Uki, her dreams were filled with echoes of her horrible waking world, nightmares of blood and leering faces and shrieking noises. She feared them, where she felt just as trapped but within the confines of her own mind, punctuated with monsters and confusion ripped from her reality. But in time, Uki realized an important difference about her dreams: as frightening as they were, there was no pain. Images flashed, monsters squealed, chaos reigned, but none of the actual physical trauma followed her in this realm. If anything became too frightening, things would shift, leaving her afraid but not actually in pain. Before death could ever hit her there, she would wake up. That was the difference. Dreams didn’t hurt.
So Uki’s room became her sanctuary. A computer with a friend, a bed with a place that didn’t hurt. It was enough for her. She didn’t need anything more, so long as what was on the other side of the door didn’t come looking for her. Though sometimes, they would.
Then, Urotsuki was coming to Japan. Studying abroad, or something, they could actually meet, she said. Madotsuki wasn’t sure about that. Having a face, being a person instead of an idea, that was a bad idea and it scared her. But Urotsuki didn’t talk to her like other people would. It could almost be like having something normal, couldn’t it? Having a real friend. It wouldn’t mess things up too much, would it?
So then they met. And it was… it was nice. Urotsuki was a cool girl. She was older, and nice, and not the sort of obnoxious person that a lot of people were. They got along. It was a little more quiet than on the computer, but… they would hang out, in reality, and it was like being normal.
But Madotsuki wouldn’t be able to tell you what happened that one day. She and Urotsuki had been together in the city, not really paying attention when it happened. When the sky ripped, when reality was rended and insanity reigned over the area, the two of them caught in the middle.. It could have been an invading dimension’s work, or perhaps it was the result of some sort of universal death beam, or the work of dimensional terrorists. They didn’t know, but what mattered to Uki was that suddenly it hurt to be real, and there were monsters that were only half-existent ravaging the streets, and spacetime as a whole began playing accordion with itself while it tried to make sense of the abomination ripping through it. She was separated from Urotsuki in the chaos, too busy trying to make her brain work to find that one friend.
The chaos lasted no longer than eight minutes. Whatever was causing it was thwarted, the monsters were very suddenly not there in entirety, and thousands were dead. Uki still didn’t know what or how, but it left her approximately five times more confused by the world by what lay outside her room and her world, and just as more convinced that she didn’t want it. Ever. She wouldn’t give the world another try. She’d to given the world that one chance; it just kept doing things to her. And she wasn’t about to take it again.
So if reality wasn’t something she could deal with, she went back to her room and locked the door. The internet wouldn’t work again. It brought people and took them away. She wasn’t going to try it again. That left the dreams. Where nothing ever hurt.
But when she slept, dreams became more vivid. She could travel more places. The monsters were more real, more immediate, and the colors were brighter, closer to solid. Her world had lost that ethereal feeling; she didn’t feel like she was sleeping in it, any more. It felt like a reality, a solid, physical space, but still without the pain. This, this she could get used to. This was her dreamspace. This was where she didn’t have to worry about anything going wrong; she didn’t have to pretend she was someone else. If she wanted it, it was real.
The dimensional turbulence had bent and weakened the boundaries of reality for the people who had been caught in it. Some people would actively fade between one world and another, some were twisted into unreal forms, there were all sorts of side effects. Regardless, few lived through the change long. Uki, though, not only lived, but got her dream: her dreams had truly become reality. While she was locked in her room, sleeping, she was simultaneously wandering through the real world and through her dreams; the chaos she thought of came into reality.
It is unknown how many people in the immediate area of Uki’s apartment building were killed as a result of the world’s chaos, and how many were killed by the small ghostlike figure that wandered the area.
Much of the area that had been caught in the disaster was cut abandoned and feared as a chaos zone; few knew what to do with it, or exactly what had even happened. Uki might have slept for years untouched, but then she was found, by Magneto. She didn’t like him. She didn’t want him there. He wouldn’t leave, though. He had this way of looking at her that didn’t make her feel like a god. Like he knew things she didn’t. That wasn’t fair; this was her mind, she knew everything.
Magneto evaded her attempts to murder and/or push him out of her space, which only mounted her growing panic. Before she could make a city block implode, he managed to get her to listen: he didn’t want to take over her world, no. But there would be others, ones who were like him but would want to take her world away, to make her be that powerless little girl again. They didn’t understand her power. He did. He could help her make sure that everything stayed right. Her world wouldn’t get invaded. She just had to make sure to do a few things.
She didn’t like it. She didn’t like him coming in and trying to take over, to say what was a good idea. She decided what was a good idea, here. But he kept at it, with words that wore on her certainty, fed to her fear of losing her control. He would make sure she stayed a god. All she had to do was more of what she was already doing, in more exciting new places.
PERSONALITY: In reality, this is a little girl who is very timid and frightened. She doesn’t speak up much-she doesn’t even move much. She fears the result of any action or word, and regards all people around her as a threat and potential attacker. She knows she is a weak person, and believes that she has absolutely no control over what happens around her.
So when she sleeps and the dreams are her reality, she takes advantage of her control. She is a god there, and the world is victim to her whim. Everyone should listen to her, everyone should pay attention and obey exactly what she wants. If she wants to do something, she does it, and she doesn’t need to give any reason why. All that matters is that she is important, and what she says goes. If she decides she wants to kill someone, she goes for it, and any resistance on their part is an unforgivable sleight to their ruler. While she is virtually afraid of everything when awake, absolutely nothing can phase her while she is in her dreamworld. The only thing that perturbs her is those who resist her reign.
Should you, somehow, manage to engage her in a conversation, she’s a very volatile personality, antagonizing and insulting, and hard to follow her train of thought often. She often manages to contradict herself in a matter of moments, however things seem to feed her idea of reality best at any given second. Her ability to see things from another’s point of view is nonexistent.
APPEARANCE: Madotsuki is a very small girl, thin and frail-looking. It’s clear looking at her that she doesn’t get out much, her skin pale and her muscles obviously in little use. Her appearance is average, not exactly ugly but certainly nothing particularly eye-catching about her. She likes to wear pink in her real life, sweaters and skirts that are a little bit cute but still nothing special. Her brown hair is pulled into pigtails, and when her eyes are open, they’re a dark brown color. (Her psychic form’s eyes are always closed.)
Of course, much of this is subject to change. Madotsuki doesn’t like her appearance much, and is prone to changing it when she can.
POWERS: When Madotsuki falls asleep, her dreams are reality. This statement comes twofold; the things she dreams about are, in fact, the real world of XI. Also, the strange things that she dreams about become reality around her. When she falls asleep, a psychic copy of her emerges, to wander freely through the world, and at that time the world around her is hers to meld. The world she sees around her is only distantly related to the physical world, but they are undeniably connected. People are most often seen as twisted, demonic versions by her, and the actual scenery has a vague structural resemblance. Where she may think she is climbing a set of stairs, though, someone in reality may think Madotsuki is flying.
She can alter the appearance of objects around her, summon objects from the ether of her mind, sometimes even affect people around her, be they the weak-minded sort. Madotsuki’s ability to warp reality is extremely powerful, but she doesn’t have as much control as she likes to think. Her effect can only spread within her eyeshot, and any changes she causes only last while she’s nearby. Weather changes will fade back to their original state, items will regain their old nature, demons will vanish. Physical damage, such as gashes from her psychic monsters or the knife she wields, will still remain, though.
Because this psychic construct of Madotsuki is nothing but a mental image, it cannot be harmed by any physical means. However, she is extremely susceptible to mental attacks, and her physical body, wherever it may be, is completely incapable of protecting herself in this state. Though she is an accomplished sleeper and spends the majority of her day practically comatose, she cannot do a darned thing when awake and is a rather helpless little girl at these times.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Understandably, Madotsuki is a loose cannon of a character, aimless and violent without some guidance. In order for her to be a part of any plan, she’s going to require being manipulated, aimed in the right direction to achieve any goal others might want.
- CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Uki Wakahisa
CODENAME: Madotsuki
SERIES/SOURCE: Yume Nikki
AGE: 12
GENDER: Female
ROLE: Villain
BACKGROUND: Once, a long time ago, Uki was a relatively normal girl. She lived in a small city in Japan. She went to school. She liked reading and video games, and she thought cats were cute. She was quiet, though, not very good at talking or playing with others at all. She didn’t talk about the problems at home. No one knew. She didn’t say anything as it got worse, and worse, and worse. She didn’t want to talk about it. She wasn’t worth the help, and no one could stop what was going on, anyway. What would happen to her if she talked? Nothing helpful. She had to stay quiet.
She liked going online, though. She didn’t have to think so hard about things there. She could be whoever she wanted, not some sad, pathetic little person. She could talk with people without having to see them. Some of them were stupid. Lots of them were. But sometimes they were even cool or nice. She would hide in her room, call herself by the name “Madotsuki,” and talk with people who didn’t know her and it didn’t matter. There was one person online, an American girl. They had screen names that matched. “Urotsuki.” She was okay. They chatted a lot. They liked games, and cats, and neither of them could talk all that well with people. They got each other. And Madotsuki didn’t have to tell her any problems.
Meantime, when she got off and went back to being Uki, her dreams were filled with echoes of her horrible waking world, nightmares of blood and leering faces and shrieking noises. She feared them, where she felt just as trapped but within the confines of her own mind, punctuated with monsters and confusion ripped from her reality. But in time, Uki realized an important difference about her dreams: as frightening as they were, there was no pain. Images flashed, monsters squealed, chaos reigned, but none of the actual physical trauma followed her in this realm. If anything became too frightening, things would shift, leaving her afraid but not actually in pain. Before death could ever hit her there, she would wake up. That was the difference. Dreams didn’t hurt.
So Uki’s room became her sanctuary. A computer with a friend, a bed with a place that didn’t hurt. It was enough for her. She didn’t need anything more, so long as what was on the other side of the door didn’t come looking for her. Though sometimes, they would.
Then, Urotsuki was coming to Japan. Studying abroad, or something, they could actually meet, she said. Madotsuki wasn’t sure about that. Having a face, being a person instead of an idea, that was a bad idea and it scared her. But Urotsuki didn’t talk to her like other people would. It could almost be like having something normal, couldn’t it? Having a real friend. It wouldn’t mess things up too much, would it?
So then they met. And it was… it was nice. Urotsuki was a cool girl. She was older, and nice, and not the sort of obnoxious person that a lot of people were. They got along. It was a little more quiet than on the computer, but… they would hang out, in reality, and it was like being normal.
But Madotsuki wouldn’t be able to tell you what happened that one day. She and Urotsuki had been together in the city, not really paying attention when it happened. When the sky ripped, when reality was rended and insanity reigned over the area, the two of them caught in the middle.. It could have been an invading dimension’s work, or perhaps it was the result of some sort of universal death beam, or the work of dimensional terrorists. They didn’t know, but what mattered to Uki was that suddenly it hurt to be real, and there were monsters that were only half-existent ravaging the streets, and spacetime as a whole began playing accordion with itself while it tried to make sense of the abomination ripping through it. She was separated from Urotsuki in the chaos, too busy trying to make her brain work to find that one friend.
The chaos lasted no longer than eight minutes. Whatever was causing it was thwarted, the monsters were very suddenly not there in entirety, and thousands were dead. Uki still didn’t know what or how, but it left her approximately five times more confused by the world by what lay outside her room and her world, and just as more convinced that she didn’t want it. Ever. She wouldn’t give the world another try. She’d to given the world that one chance; it just kept doing things to her. And she wasn’t about to take it again.
So if reality wasn’t something she could deal with, she went back to her room and locked the door. The internet wouldn’t work again. It brought people and took them away. She wasn’t going to try it again. That left the dreams. Where nothing ever hurt.
But when she slept, dreams became more vivid. She could travel more places. The monsters were more real, more immediate, and the colors were brighter, closer to solid. Her world had lost that ethereal feeling; she didn’t feel like she was sleeping in it, any more. It felt like a reality, a solid, physical space, but still without the pain. This, this she could get used to. This was her dreamspace. This was where she didn’t have to worry about anything going wrong; she didn’t have to pretend she was someone else. If she wanted it, it was real.
The dimensional turbulence had bent and weakened the boundaries of reality for the people who had been caught in it. Some people would actively fade between one world and another, some were twisted into unreal forms, there were all sorts of side effects. Regardless, few lived through the change long. Uki, though, not only lived, but got her dream: her dreams had truly become reality. While she was locked in her room, sleeping, she was simultaneously wandering through the real world and through her dreams; the chaos she thought of came into reality.
It is unknown how many people in the immediate area of Uki’s apartment building were killed as a result of the world’s chaos, and how many were killed by the small ghostlike figure that wandered the area.
Much of the area that had been caught in the disaster was cut abandoned and feared as a chaos zone; few knew what to do with it, or exactly what had even happened. Uki might have slept for years untouched, but then she was found, by Magneto. She didn’t like him. She didn’t want him there. He wouldn’t leave, though. He had this way of looking at her that didn’t make her feel like a god. Like he knew things she didn’t. That wasn’t fair; this was her mind, she knew everything.
Magneto evaded her attempts to murder and/or push him out of her space, which only mounted her growing panic. Before she could make a city block implode, he managed to get her to listen: he didn’t want to take over her world, no. But there would be others, ones who were like him but would want to take her world away, to make her be that powerless little girl again. They didn’t understand her power. He did. He could help her make sure that everything stayed right. Her world wouldn’t get invaded. She just had to make sure to do a few things.
She didn’t like it. She didn’t like him coming in and trying to take over, to say what was a good idea. She decided what was a good idea, here. But he kept at it, with words that wore on her certainty, fed to her fear of losing her control. He would make sure she stayed a god. All she had to do was more of what she was already doing, in more exciting new places.
PERSONALITY: In reality, this is a little girl who is very timid and frightened. She doesn’t speak up much-she doesn’t even move much. She fears the result of any action or word, and regards all people around her as a threat and potential attacker. She knows she is a weak person, and believes that she has absolutely no control over what happens around her.
So when she sleeps and the dreams are her reality, she takes advantage of her control. She is a god there, and the world is victim to her whim. Everyone should listen to her, everyone should pay attention and obey exactly what she wants. If she wants to do something, she does it, and she doesn’t need to give any reason why. All that matters is that she is important, and what she says goes. If she decides she wants to kill someone, she goes for it, and any resistance on their part is an unforgivable sleight to their ruler. While she is virtually afraid of everything when awake, absolutely nothing can phase her while she is in her dreamworld. The only thing that perturbs her is those who resist her reign.
Should you, somehow, manage to engage her in a conversation, she’s a very volatile personality, antagonizing and insulting, and hard to follow her train of thought often. She often manages to contradict herself in a matter of moments, however things seem to feed her idea of reality best at any given second. Her ability to see things from another’s point of view is nonexistent.
APPEARANCE: Madotsuki is a very small girl, thin and frail-looking. It’s clear looking at her that she doesn’t get out much, her skin pale and her muscles obviously in little use. Her appearance is average, not exactly ugly but certainly nothing particularly eye-catching about her. She likes to wear pink in her real life, sweaters and skirts that are a little bit cute but still nothing special. Her brown hair is pulled into pigtails, and when her eyes are open, they’re a dark brown color. (Her psychic form’s eyes are always closed.)
Of course, much of this is subject to change. Madotsuki doesn’t like her appearance much, and is prone to changing it when she can.
POWERS: When Madotsuki falls asleep, her dreams are reality. This statement comes twofold; the things she dreams about are, in fact, the real world of XI. Also, the strange things that she dreams about become reality around her. When she falls asleep, a psychic copy of her emerges, to wander freely through the world, and at that time the world around her is hers to meld. The world she sees around her is only distantly related to the physical world, but they are undeniably connected. People are most often seen as twisted, demonic versions by her, and the actual scenery has a vague structural resemblance. Where she may think she is climbing a set of stairs, though, someone in reality may think Madotsuki is flying.
She can alter the appearance of objects around her, summon objects from the ether of her mind, sometimes even affect people around her, be they the weak-minded sort. Madotsuki’s ability to warp reality is extremely powerful, but she doesn’t have as much control as she likes to think. Her effect can only spread within her eyeshot, and any changes she causes only last while she’s nearby. Weather changes will fade back to their original state, items will regain their old nature, demons will vanish. Physical damage, such as gashes from her psychic monsters or the knife she wields, will still remain, though.
Because this psychic construct of Madotsuki is nothing but a mental image, it cannot be harmed by any physical means. However, she is extremely susceptible to mental attacks, and her physical body, wherever it may be, is completely incapable of protecting herself in this state. Though she is an accomplished sleeper and spends the majority of her day practically comatose, she cannot do a darned thing when awake and is a rather helpless little girl at these times.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Understandably, Madotsuki is a loose cannon of a character, aimless and violent without some guidance. In order for her to be a part of any plan, she’s going to require being manipulated, aimed in the right direction to achieve any goal others might want.