Yumi stifled a yawn as sensei droned on about obscure bits of history from about two hundred years ago. According to her grandmother, that was when the shinigami wiped out her people. From the dull morass of information she was obligated to be awake and listen to, it seemed that arrogant, singleminded, uncompromising idiocy was the way things were handled back then. Idly she wondered if it had gone that way in other parts of the world, in nations more quick to abandon tradition in favor of practicality. It was a far more interesting thing to think about than...oh the lecture's finally over. What? Homework? Reading!?<br/><br/>Tadya Yumi was the envy of many of her classmates. A little short, very lithe, the girl was blessed with long silverblue hair, the color of an ocean wave that crests just at the right angle to catch the sun, and she wore it loose often. Her face was pretty enough; wide eyes with golden irises contrasting her lightly tanned complexion and complimenting her easy, occasionally sociopathic smile. Moving down one encountered a most prominent feature or two, the exact nature of which were the source of much gossip among her classmates, more distant friends, approximately 87% of the boys' locker room, and that strange janitor that wore his pants backwards. While not particularly back-breaking, they were very firm and pleasing to the eye, unless it turned out Yumi wore enough support to hold up a small boulder made of lead. Her waist and hips formed only a slight hourglass, being too thin for such a body shape to be healthy if exaggerated at all. And of course, she wore the blouse and knee-length skirt required of her school. A fact which pleased many when she would forget herself and perform some acrobatic act in an attempt to get her circulation going after a long and boring class.