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With a gasp that sounded alien to him, Yyng woke, and found himself laying on a cold slab, sending painful waves throughout his body - no, this wasn't his body, he reckoned. A dream, perhaps? Though it hurt tremendously to do so, he was able to look around, to better understand his surroundings. Flicking open his eyes - which felt unusually heavy - he saw only the ceiling, on which hung a faded yellow bulb, casting miniscule amounts of light across the room. He turned his head to the right - nothing but a small, unhygienic-looking sink - to his left, a simple, uncomfortable bed, at the foot of which stood a heavy, immovable door.
It was at this moment that he decided to look at himself, which was unfortunately hard to do, due to the roaring pain in his neck.
Knee-high white boots covered his feet, the left of which had a weight tied around the ankle, to prevent him from escaping, he supposed. His trousers were black cotton, comfortable to wear, rather baggy - something he would never allow. A blue belt supported them, which also held a black sheath; a holding place for some sort of katana, by the looks of it. The rest of his torso was covered by a grey long-sleeved shirt, and white, hard gloves with black fabric fingers to cover his hands. Black supports formed an 'X' over his torso, most likely keeping some sort of shoulder armour in place. Nothing about this worried him, yet; perhaps his captors had simply changed his clothes.
Another wave of pain stunned him, and also made him notice where the center of the burning, boiling sensation was - his face. He lifted a hand to touch it, only for his hand to meet some sort of hard, cold metal. Moving his hand upwards, he found a hole for both eyes, two, smaller holes below, and another two small holes above. The mask was horribly misshapen, as if it had endured centuries of battle. He slid his hand to the side of it, attempting to take it off. As he did, though, it set his face aflame with pain, making him pause yet again. He pulled harder, and realised that it felt as if he was pulling his face off - which gave him free access to the truth.
He denied it, though, continuing to tug and shove and rip, but it simply wouldn't budge.
He released his full force on it, quite mad - a mask should not be able to triumph over Yyng Turrni.
And, as he used his final strength against his own face, he let out a pained, blood-curdling, ear-exploding scream, before giving up and simply laying there.
If he'd had tears left to fall, they would have.

username ; -Uhh
character name ; Pana Miindo
gender & pronouns ; cisfemale ; she / her
age ; 13
appearance ; What with her ebony hair and striking and intelligent yet dull green eyes, Pana may seem like rather a sombre character, apparently introverted and more of a 'closed book', but in truth this is the polar opposite of her true demeanour. Her hair is long, usually pulled around her left shoulder in soft, dark waves, though a few strands often break loose of the trance on the right side of her face. Her petite build has no defined edges under her thick layers of clothing, but it can clearly be seen as miniscule via the shape of her arms and face. Her skin is pale and boring, with no added features, other than a small scar on her right forearm. A smile often blesses her thin, rosy lips, while her eyes are usually sparkling with enjoyment. Her height also cannot be accurately detailed, as she is forever bound to a wheelchair, which she sees as rather a nuisance. Her legs are therefore covered by a blanket, hiding whatever illness has caused her to be unable to stand.
personality ; At first, Pana may seem rather dull and cold, but she quickly warms up to those she sees as 'friendly', treating them with respect and giving them the freedom to do as they wish. Her sarcasm still haunts her speech, though it is seen as less snappy when used around friends. With those she sees as unfriendly, however, she tends to avoid, casting withering glances from a distance, though she is possibly too quick to forgive their wrongdoings. She handles extreme situations calmly, with a level head, as she had taught herself to do during her many nights in hospital. Her skillset is varied, with a definite leaning towards intellectual hobbies, as her body has been rendered useless to her.
backstory ; Pana was born with several illnesses, one of which was rather rare; one of her legs had grown the wrong way, though the foot was still facing the front of her body, making it rather a challenge for her to walk at all. She lived her life on crutches until the age of six, when she was unfortunately hit by a car whilst crossing a road, leaving her with severe nerve damage to her lower body, meaning that her legs would not move unless moved by something else. This paralysis is supposedly gradually healing, though it is taking an extremely long time - the most she can do with either leg is move her foot freely.
Aside from the injuries, Pana had an uneventful childhood, though her father split at birth. She has lived most of her mediocre life in a hospital bed, making her rather excited to see anything beyond the insanity-inducing white walls. Her mother allowed her to venture with the group as a chance to meet new children around her age, as she was becoming devoid of most happiness.
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the Delphox [or however you spell it] is not actually hers; it was sent to accompany her by the hospital staff, as it has been trained in medicinary studies, tactical warfare and has been trained to be mother-like.

username ; -Uhh
character name ; Yyng Turrni [pronounced like Ying Tur-an-ni]
gender & pronouns ; Male ; he / his
age ; 18
fused with ; Aron
appearance ; (x)
personality ; Cold and unforgiving, Yyng demands the best of everyone, and when their best isn't enough they will show no mercy. Their views and ideals are extremely twisted, leaving them an intense and generally dangerous person. Nowhere in their soul is a speck of remorse or shame; they, quite simply, have no soul left. They prefer not to talk, believing that speech will lead to their downfall. What with their depressing mindset, they often cast their thoughts to the end of everything, which leads to them overthinking what should be simple. When needed, they become unnaturally focused, ready to do anything for the purpose the serve.
backstory ; Yyng had a good life up until the age of four - an average life, but they were satisfied none the less. That is, until them and their parents were caught in a riot, in which both of their parents were mercilessly slaughtered. This led them to such grief that they simply wanted to forget themselves; which they attempted to do. They changed their name, which used to be Samuel Jr., and several aspect about themself. They could not erase the memories, though, so they simply put up with the thoughts until they overcame him, leaving him the wretched monster he was always bound to become. Before being unlawfully abducted, they were a mercinary working under the radar to take down those they thought deserved it.
moveset ; Metal Claw || Double Edge || Rock Slide || Rock Tomb