Post by Miyu Sergius on Nov 27, 2014 6:32:43 GMT -5
MIYU SERGIUS  BASICS Name: Miyu Régis Alias: Miyu Sergius, My Dear, Love, Sinistre Age: 24 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Region: Kalos > Orre > Nue Class: Civilian Occupation: Miguel Hidalgo's Assistant Rank - - - DIRECTORY & OOC INFO Directory Info: [size=3][b]LYRO[/b][/size] [url=link to application][b]Miyu Sergius[/b][/url] Face claim: [b]Code Geass[/b] - C.C., [i]Sergius, Miyu[/i] Masked FC: [b]Durarara!![/b] - Celty Sturluson, [i]Sergius, Miyu "Sinistre"[/i] Continuity: Original Other Characters: Richelle Jace, Jeremiah Burton, Engel Werner NEWBIE NOOK Tier: - - - Profile Template by Popple of EPOCH. POKEMON
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PERSONALITY Upon first meeting Miyu Sergius, many would assume she is a rather charming, polite and well mannered young woman. Miyu presents herself as a rather kind person, always remaining patient and calm when putting up with some of the even more aggravating kind of people. While she may not actively seek a conversation, anyone who approaches her will be met by a kind smile and someone that seems genuinely interested in them. She enjoys learning about those around her, asking questions, making small talk, and just socializing in general. Calling her a social butterfly would be fairly accurate, seeing as she is quite popular by the fact she makes an effort to gather a large number of acquaintances at the least. Her allure and charisma gives her a natural welcoming air that makes it easy for people to speak to her. One could even say she’s a bit of a flirt as well, as she has no issue speaking her mind when she likes something. She just seems to naturally flow in conversation with those around her. Always a very hardworking business woman, being the personal assistant of a wealthy CEO, Miyu seems to be a rather successful person. She’s very intelligent, well mannered, and very responsible, making her a rather desirable co-worker. Not the kind to leave things half-finished, she’s a perfectionist and will go above and beyond even if the reward is something little and insignificant in comparison. With her empathetic abilities, it makes her exceptional on dealing with people directly, which proves to be quite useful in business. Whether it means calming down frustrated customers or ensuring business partners remain interested in the company, Miyu is the typical good go to for maintaining these connections. However, if one were to really get to know Miyu, they’d find her to be quite the vile person. Beneath her layer of sweet nothing’s, there’s no heart of gold, but a heart of stone with the smallest of cracks in it that might allow someone through it. While she’s always made an effort to surround herself with acquaintances, and may even call a few of them her friends, she would be hard pressed to really care for them in general. If approached for help, she’d be reluctant to do much for others and much rather push the issue off onto someone else at the first chance. It’s all just a large bother to the selfish woman, and if she could get away with it, she’d pretty much ignore the whole issue entirely. If she finds something too troublesome to deal with, she’d much rather skip it than deal with it. Even when it comes to her own personal conflicts, Miyu is the type that prefers to internalize her woes. On occasion she may subtly ask for the advice and opinions of others, but she avoids describing her problems in full length. Having never had someone to truly rely on for a majority of her life, she’s grown up to assume that when she has a problem, it’s her job to overcome it. This can result in her having a lot of pent up stress and when it gets to a breaking point, her rather impressive manipulative and acting skills can even be affected. It’s fortunate there isn’t much that really does get to Miyu other than things that may have to relate to the man whom she has dedicated her life to. While Miyu Sergius is by no means married, contracted or even dating Miguel Hidalgo, that hasn’t stopped her from being ready to be his martyr. To put it bluntly, as Miyu typically prefers to do, she’s fallen in love with Mr. Hidalgo over the previous years of being by his side. A man whom has the infamous reputation of a perverse womanizer, this trait of his is the biggest source of Miyu’s frustrations from time to time. A selfish woman unwilling to share what she declares belongs to her, she frequently struggles with the fact she mentally claims Miguel as her own, but technically they’ve only agreed to her belonging to him but not the other way around. Due to her inwardly claiming Miguel, to see him frequently with another woman over and over again does prove very pressing on her mental health as she refuses to outwardly express this frustration. She tries to subtly get in the way of his random hook ups by dragging his attention to her, or manipulating the situation to make her seem like the good girl when the other gets pissed at her for interfering; generally she does whatever it takes to come out as the favorable option in comparison to the other women. Miyu is a cruel vixen at times. When she can’t intervene, there are times she will often seek attention from other men or women to distract herself, and on the very, very, rare occasions, the woman whom Miguel slept with will go “missing” so to speak. In this cold cruel world, Miguel is the only person Miyu has left and without him, she’d much rather be dead. So, if there was anyone that’d potentially take him away from her, she’d much rather see them dead and / or out of the way entirely. It’s a crippling dependency for the intelligent and dangerous woman. Along with her dependency issues, Miyu has one hell of a blood thirsty streak if you didn’t notice. Even without the influence of Miguel Hidalgo, in all likelihood, this woman would have gone on to be a Hellish spree killer four years ago. Killing others gives Miyu a kind of blissful feeling, death in general is something she likes to think about rather than being scared of it. Quite often when speaking about it, she’ll even smile and speak quite happily about the morbid subject. While Miyu has always presented herself as stable and a rather powerful woman, in all honesty, she’s very sick in her mind. The sight of others suffering gives her kind of a kick, to be able to stand tall over someone groveling at her feet and clawing at their wounds in pain, it’s a satisfying experience to say the least. While she likes blood and mess, her typical preferred method will almost always be death by asphyxiation. Ambitions: As it stands, Miyu has no true goal of her own other than to make Miguel Hidalgo happy and help him reach his own goals. The only things she has planned in her future is whatever Miguel asks of her and then when he is done with her, she will most likely end her life. HISTORY TL;DR: - Born in Kalos - Busy body high class mother never having time for her - Father MIA - Mostly cared for by hired help, but didn't really resent her mother - (10) On her way home, ends up kidnapped by man who calls himself The Caretaker - (10-15) The Caretaker has kidnapped various other girls as well that teach Miyu English, general education, cooking, cleaning, etc. - (^ - ^) All attempts to escape or rebel against the Caretaker result in severe maiming and beatings - (15) Miyu manages to escape the "Caretaker" but ends up lost - (^) Finds her way home, only to see her mother with a whole new family - (^) Feeling betrayed and abandoned, Miyu takes off to try and fend for herself - (15 - 18) On the streets on her own, mostly relies on leeching off of others to get by. Parties, bad decisions, etc. - (19) Stressed, depressed, and on her wit's end, Miyu finally steps away from the party scene and ends up all alone - (20) All of the repressed frustration with her life causes her to snap and she kills a man - (^) After killing the man, she is approached by Miguel Hidalgo whom had watched the murder take place - (^) Is taken in by Miguel, and becomes his student and assistant - (21 - 24) Proceeds to help Miguel with multiple murders and gain power while also falling in love with him in the process Rina Régis was the heiress of a fortune, a woman set for greatness in high society. She was a hard worker, very dedicated and married to her work just as much as she was married to her husband, Marcus Régis. He was a simple man, not really a businessman by any means but more so a common joe in comparison to his successful wife. He participated in Pokémon training, breeding, and whatever would bring in something to show his wife that he was in love with her and not her wealth. The desire for her to take care of him and him to try harder for her would result in a rather balanced relationship that would lead to the future birth of their one and only child, Miyu Régis. However, it would be shortly after her birth that during one of his training expeditions that Marcus Régis never came back home. What exactly happened to him remains unclear but it was for certain that he was never coming back and Rina Régis was never the same. Becoming purely dedicated to her work and struggling to look at the daughter whom had taken very much after her late husband, Rina would leave Miyu more often than not in the care of nannies and hired help. Thankfully, Miyu was a rather quiet and independent child, not needing much from those around her as she picked up on things surprisingly quick. However, what she didn’t need in regard of a teacher, she was lacking in the regards of close bonds to those constantly around her. Especially since it was during her childhood Miyu’s psychic abilities would begin to slowly develop, but they were nothing more than just being innately aware of the basic emotions of those around her when she focused hard enough. With pretty much only workers in the mansion to act as her company, Miyu would often spend time observing the staff from a distance to practice this odd sense of emotional knowing. Despite watching those around her so closely and being so aware of their feelings, this didn’t stop an aching loneliness from growing within Miyu. She dedicated time to trying and figure out those around her, but none had actually bothered to attempt to understand her feelings. Desiring any form of attention by then, she had brief moments of acting out but would quickly be snapped back into shape by a very stern elderly nanny her mother had hired. Years of strict raising at the hands of this old woman, a distant attachment with her mother, and growing empathetic abilities would come together and result in Miyu being a very reserved and withdrawn child from her peers. She didn’t speak much in school, almost to the point of concerning her teachers, and she only had a few peers whom she felt she could call her friends. Her childhood was pretty average in that regard up until the day she was taken away at the age of ten-years-old. Her kidnapper had easily snatched the child on her way home from school and no one would even notice her disappearance until after almost two hours that the young Régis child had vanished. Initially held hostage for ransom, it would be after the money was delivered to her kidnapper that Miyu would realize she was not going home. Relocated from a palace to a dungeon, the ten-year-old heiress was suddenly thrust into a servant’s life style by a man who simply referred to himself as the Caretaker. He would bring her to his cabin and various acres of land in the woods where she’d see a number of other children there as well. Various girls of different ages and appearances all acting as servants and teaching each other, it was like a small society of females away from the real world with the Caretaker as their leader. In a few smaller cabins on the Caretaker’s property, the girls had sleeping quarters, kitchen area, and a school house where the older and educated young women would teach the younger ones general education, cooking, cleaning, sophistication, and the breakdown of how to be a high class house wife. It was rather clear that the teachers of these lessons were not at all passionate about their preaching unless under the watchful eye of the Caretaker. The purpose of this immoral system of kidnapped young woman was some underground ring inspired by old ancient traditions of stealing women from rival tribes formed by an unknown small cult. The girls would all be taken away one by one to be brought into a family of this cult to marry off to sons whom would continue this tradition. The girls were forced to give up their last names and take up the last name Sergius instead, which meant ‘servant’. The focus of this story isn’t on the bizarre beliefs of her captors though, but that of Miyu who had to grow up within this insane system. From the age ten until she was fifteen-years-old, Miyu would become one hell of a rebellious spirit amongst her rather subdued crowd. After realizing she was not going to be allowed to go home, a more feral side of the withdrawn child awoke and she was very angry for a very long time. While she would sit through her lessons and listen to whatever the other girls would have to say, she wouldn’t put up with anything from the Caretaker. The distressed and varied emotional states of the girls around her kept Miyu from acting out in means that’d overwhelm them. On the other hand, the perverse pride that radiated from the Caretaker drove her to the edge with disgust. When it came to orders from him, she displayed her displeasure and frustration very openly. Her rampage would only grow in time until she’d actually attempt to attack the Caretaker. Immediately following her attempt at injuring him though, Miyu would be taken down by the Caretaker’s guard Pokémon. This incident would repeat for several times through the years with Miyu constantly trying harder and harder to act out, only for the Pokémon to become the only way to hold her down. She was bitten, scratched, burned and injured multiple times to the point of being the go-to person when the other girls needed to practice first aid on. Up until she was fifteen, she would fight and fight before hitting what seemed to be like a peaceful period finally where she would cooperate with the wishes of the Caretaker. During this peaceful period, Miyu would become one of the girls considered for the son of one of the cultists. However it would be as she was sat with the boy whom they anticipated her to marry that Miyu would take advantage of finally being out of the ever watchful eye of the Caretaker to escape. Knocking out her potential husband-to-be and racing off into the woods, for several hours she’d do nothing but run until finally emerging from the brush to one of the gates to Lumiose City. Escaping to the streets of the beautiful city, she wasted no time on figuring out where she was and doing whatever it took to get back home to her stubborn nanny and hardworking mother. Not even taking herself to the police, Miyu just b-lined her way home and would arrive to the entrance of the Régis Manor for the first time in years. She was so eager to just finally see the old familiar faces of her childhood home, she’d forgotten to consider the fact it had indeed been five years since she went missing. So, when she saw the scene of her mother at a table of several children and a new loving husband through one of the windows on her way to the door, Miyu was taken aback. The smiling faces, laughing and having a grand time talking about whatever as she stood outside their window shivering miserably in the cold. Her mother, a woman whom had rarely bothered to acknowledge her existence or come home to see her as a child, was taking time from precious work to have dinner with her children? The scene was worthy of any Hallmark card that was for sure, and she was at first at peace with the sight. Her mind briefly called to her saying ‘This was home’ but then the reality of her situation would sink in as she gazed at this happy family… This wasn’t a beautiful family waiting for her to come home, or outside looking for her. Those children were so young; they were clearly created in her absence. The moment of bliss was suddenly sapped away by her own mind and replaced with the chilling assumption that she had been thrown away by her own mother. That while she was being raised to be nothing more than a trophy, her mother was off living a happy life again. Her fire that had made her fight all these years to survive and escape was blown out in one foul swoop and she felt nothing more than hollow. Time went by and she couldn’t recall how long she just simply stood there and watched her family ignorantly carry on without her. All she remembered was a guard patrolling the grounds calling out to her and her Flight-Or-Fight response kicked in. She ran away back to the city and never looked back. On her own out on the streets, Miyu would decide to use her Sergius name rather than once more take on her last name as a Régis. Remaining as such, she was quick to get involved in the more criminal and frowned upon activities and antics that were fairly common amongst your typical socialite teenager. Parties, drinking, stealing, sex and money, whatever it took to numb herself, Miyu was prepared to do it. And it’s exactly what she did, immediately diving into the party scene and finding her own means to survive by using the people around her. Riding the waves of emotions and picking up on the tall tale signs of vulnerable men and women, she became a leech on those that’d fall under her spell. It would last up until the couple would argue and she’d take off for her next host, hitting up parties and whatever there was to do to not let her for a moment simply stop and look at herself to try and understand what she’d become. For several years, she kept up this life style before eventually riddling herself down to the point she had lost sense of who she really was. Changing who she was to try and suit whomever was willing to give her the time of day, manipulating and fighting to survive, Miyu had only the desire to be what the world wanted her to be. Once she was being kicked out of another significant other’s apartment, it was as she was packing her things that she’d really take notice of the fact that the she didn’t even like the clothes she had. She hated how her hair looked, she hated the room that had once been her’s, she hated the books that covered the walls, the movies in the stack by the TV, everything she had painted herself as in this person’s life was a lie and she couldn’t really even figure out if this was actually who she was, or who she tried to be. Everything was suddenly mixed up in her mind, her thoughts conflicting and her beliefs colliding as she took to the streets again. Trying to carry on one more year with her lies and internal struggles would result in a total shut down once more of Miyu’s will. Standing alone on the city street, yet surrounded by apartments for couples and families, she couldn’t ignore that heavy feeling of the fact she was utterly alone anymore. Rather than falling back to her leeching, Miyu would step away from society and once more withdraw into herself as she had when she was a child. The next several months after that was spent stumbling around the city trying to, in a way, figure herself out. Rejected, again and again, abandoned and replaced, even her false selves weren’t enough to make people around her. Granted, her selfish initial reasons for many of the relationships played well into their collapse, but as she thought more and more, it all spiraled into self-loathing, nothing in regards of self-worth. She had nothing to show for all these years of existing, no family, no loved ones, friends, material possessions, she was no Pokémon trainer or coordinator, not a breeder in any regards. Her own mind was seemingly against her and it was only obvious to her that her next course of action was to just end everything. However, as Miyu studied her options to go about this, the fear of dying made that weak fire in her spark again and again, forcing her to live longer, suffer more. She couldn’t do it herself, no matter how much she tried to convince herself, the fear won out every time. Frustrated with herself at this point, it would be when she got into a fight on the street with another homeless person that Miyu would finally find some means of venting all of the emotions built up inside of her. A man trying to take the little remaining supplies she had to sustain herself was quick to shove her back when she instinctively tried to pull her things back to her. After the shove, something inside of Miyu snapped once more, a feral side she had buried again, came undone and she fought back. Why? She couldn’t really say, only that she didn’t hold back as they exchanged blows. Scratching and clawing at each other, Miyu would suddenly tackle the man to the ground and get a grip on the scarf around his neck. With two harsh tugs, she tightened the scarf to the point of cutting off his ability to breathe. The man punched and flailed, nearly over powering her but Miyu didn’t loosen her grip for a moment. Smiling as she choked the life out of him, when the man finally stopped struggling, Miyu didn’t even loosen up on the scarf until nearly minute after. Her arms fell limp, the scarf sliding from her hands and she simply sat there in the cold alleyway in the dark of night staring at the man whom she’d killed with a smile she hadn’t had in a while. This whole thing, it just seemed funny to her, so much so that she actually began to laugh at the whole ordeal. Hysterical laughter overcoming her, at the very fact that she who was so scared to kill herself had done this with no hesitation. Was this some kind of morbid irony? Hypocrisy? Whatever it was, her amusement by it was short lived as the sound of footsteps from behind would steal her attention from her kill to her witness. Emerging from the shadows, a man of obvious wealth was in the process of removing his jacket and Miyu could only smile as she thought about what he was going to do. Call the police, try to bring the man she was still sitting on back to life, fight her, or kill her; all these options were fine with her at this point. Whatever, she’d roll with whatever he had to throw at he-- His jacket was set across her shoulders, and she was suddenly enveloped in the warmth it had gathered courtesy of his own body heat. When she asked joyously if he would call the cops, he didn’t even answer her. Telling her to put on his coat, and placing his hat on her head to hide her face, this man didn’t act as the life ender she had anticipated… Instead Miguel Hidalgo would quickly come to present Miyu Sergius with a new life entirely. Taken to his home, Miguel would offer Miyu on the spot the position of his own personal assistant, tasked with running errands and simple things at first. He warned her she would be expected to kill again and with the line of “what do you got to lose?” there was really no arguing with him given her circumstances. She accepted his offer and immediately Miguel acted as the guidance she so desperately needed to build herself back up again. With his promise to tell her “You’re not worthless” until she believed it, it took little to no time at all for her to warm up to Miguel. He was quirky and murderous, but that changed nothing from her point of view. She took in every lesson he had to offer like a sponge, learning quick as she always had and moving quickly on to getting even more blood on her hands. Dawning the disguise of Sinistre as Miguel would become Grim or Le Capuchon, she would become his accomplice in the various murders of the Hidalgo family to eventually result in her boss to become the owner of the Hidalgo’s energy company in turn. He was on a path towards power and she was more than eager to help him every step of the way, no matter the task asked of her. Once he became the Dark Type Gym Leader, life got a bit calmer in turn for the duo. Minus the occasional blood bath, with Miguel in the position of power with his company already, it was all a matter of planning for now and Miyu was left with simpler tasks to handle. Everything slowing down and allowing her to once more think about where she stood in her new life, Miyu Sergius would finally be able to say she was actually… Happy with where she was. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but her life with her savior, Miguel was far grander than any situation she had had in the past. She had a far better understanding of herself, not even feeling conflicted about the fact she was likely to smile anytime a normally morbid subject would come up. It was simple to live with being what society might call you a monster for when the man you loved was even more of a “monster” than yourself after all. OTHER INFORMATION - Bilingual; Is fluent in both French and English. Her native language is French and she'll often slip back to it when emotions run high. - Skilled Street Fighter; She has no specific style other than just quickly trying to adapt to the situation - Psychic - Empathy; Miyu is able to detect the emotions of those around her. In a constant passive state, she's almost always innately aware of the atmosphere of a room, whether it's tense or joyous. In her passive usage of the power, she just becomes very much aware of the strongest emotion a person is experience at that point in time. However if she focuses on specific individuals, she can start to get really into their psyche and find the deeper feelings lingering beyond the surface. She can get flickers of information in regards to the emotions she closely observes, just slivers of information that are connected to why someone feels as they do. In other words, she can potentially figure out why a person feels a certain way. Her ability to pick up on emotions also allows her to be rather aware of where people are around her, but nothing to the degree of being able to use this as a proper means of tracking or hyper awareness. Her ability can easily get overwhelmed by more than one person feeling extremely strongly about something or those that flip back and forth through their emotions like a wild roller coaster ride. - Living Relatives; Aside from her father, Miyu's mother is still alive along with a number of younger half-siblings from her mother's second marriage. Her "Caretaker" is also still alive and the cult is still an ongoing occurrence that Miyu would prefer to not touch with a 30 and a half foot pole. - Fun Fact; Her birth name "Régis" is Occitant for Ruler while "Sergius" possibly means Servant in Latin. RP SAMPLE RP Sample: --- |
Sinistre: A simple black full body jump suit, the outfit is custom tailored to properly hug her form so no loose material can get caught on anything. With her dark outfit, what really stands out is a yellow almost cat-eared-like motorcycle helmet with a black window and blue accents in the designs. While not exactly discreet, the helmet at least keeps her head protected from any of the dangerous stints she pulls on the back of her motorcycle and keeps her identity well hidden.
