<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Yumi Urashima<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Courtyard<br/><br/><strong>"Have no fear, fellow classmates, Yumi Urashima, Champion of Justice is here to make sure you all... um.. get good grades and learn how to face EVIL!"</strong><br/><br/>The battle cry came from above. The top of the statue, to be exact. Posed heroically, Yumi stood with one hand on her hip and her other resting her enchanted fishing pole over her shoulder. The sun lit her from behind, allowing shadows to play across her body and highlight the ample curves barely concealed behind a nearly skin-tight tank top and a pair of shorts short enough to make Daisy Duke give her a thumbs up. It wasn't the most heroic of outfits, but her bearing and demeanor spoke of her intent to do good and noble wo-<br/><br/>Okay, she's falling.<br/><br/>A slight shift in the wrong direction causes the girl's pose to break and she helicopters her arms about cartoonishly for a moment, struggling for balance. Alas, she falls straight into the water with a loud splash and emerges seconds later, brown hair plastered to her face and shirt plastered to her ample chest. She sputters out a little water and blushes.<br/><br/>"I think that went well... until the falling. I need to work on my lines though... I hope there's a theatrics class," Yumi mutters to herself.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Shizuru<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Courtyard<br/><br/>"You know, Chiya," said Shizuru.<br/><br/>Gah!<br/><br/>She'd just<em>appeared</em>. She<em>always</em>did that. How did she even<em>do</em>that? The red-haired demoness had a tendency to just appear in places. Nobody would ever see her walk up or hear her enter a room. It seemed to be one of the little things she liked to do, catching people by surprise. You'd turn around and she'd just be standing there. It was borderline terrifying.<br/><br/>"You don't have to do all that," the demoness continued, "It's not like it's your job. I know you're just trying to help, but nobody likes an overachiever. Relax a little." The redhead turned away briefly, producing a silver lighter from her pocket. Shizuru was dressed in way one might describe as 'business punk'. Her all black ensemble of a dress shirt, tie, boots, shades and pants was only broken up by the silvery glitter of the chains that crisscrossed her legs and the buckle on her belt. She looked rather human for the moment, her wings, horns and claws dispelled. She tended to find the wings rather cumbersome, to be honest.<br/><br/>After lighting up a cigarette she turned back to the small gathering of students and eyed them up from behind her shades. She spoke again after giving a lazy shrug of her shoulders, "I guess I might as well introduce myself. I'm Shizuru. I teach PE and all the physical combat classes here at the school. Let me get this out of the way; I take fighting seriously. Don't screw around in my class. Don't be late. Don't slack off. Piss me off an you're out, I give you an 'F'," the demoness tucked her hands into her pockets, "Put forth some effort like Miss Valduris here and you might finish school here worth a damn."<br/><br/>Shizuru was an intimidating one alright. It was hard to pin the 'why' on it, though. She just seemed to ooze a kind of confidence and power that made her a fairly intimidating woman, even for people that didn't know her. She was the kind of person that most folks instantly knew deserved respect. Those dumb enough not to pick up on those invisible cues often found themselves quite a bit worse for wear. Her reputation would undoubtedly spread to the new students fairly quickly.