CHERRY ✦

❛❛ Anubis

Cherry

nineteen || specio: violence || female || villain

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE
✔ CARING, PLAYFUL, FUN LOVING, AFFECTIONATE, TRUSTING

NEGATIVE
✖ EASILY DISTRACTED, VIOLENT, CHILDISH, UNPREDICTABLE, SLOW

LIKES
✔ SWEETS, BRIGHT LIGHTS, CUTE THINGS, SPOILING, PAIN

DISLIKES
✖ BEING TOLD WHAT TO DO, COLD WEATHER, CURSING, SURPRISES,

PERSONALITY
Summing up Cherry’s personality is a task that could trouble anyone. Sweet, easily attached and caring are all words to describe her first impression. Cherry is a kind, charismatic individual who tries to make friends with everyone she meets. She can be touchy-feely and also very spoiling, often dragging strangers to go eat or shop with her and offering to get them whatever they’d like. Cherry can also come across as very spoiled herself, becoming pouty or child like if she’s being denied something; or is forced to do something she doesn’t want to do.



With tasks Cherry enjoys, she dives in head first. Doing the best she can with what was asked of her. Albeit, when it comes to ones she’s not fond of--she’ll likely refuse or trail off somewhere else. Cherry has severe attention problems, and sometimes if it’s on a bad day; can barely hold of conversation. She’s often found switching from topic to topic speedily and running off when she shouldn’t. Becoming interested in items and people outside of where she’s supposed to be focused very easily.



Cherry isn’t a villain without a reason. Belonging to her organization, she can seem very non-threatening to those who don’t know her. Albeit, outside of her already destructive quirk. Cherry harbors very violent tendencies, and often impulsively will attack someone without much reason. She leans towards hurting those whose she is more fond of rather than interact with those she doesn’t like. She explains it as liking to be ‘’good’’ with others, as if murdering people brings her closer to them. Cherry isn’t satisfied with quick deaths, despite her quirks one shot esque. She purposely goes out of her way to draw it out.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 170 cm
WEIGHT: 65 kg
HAIR/STYLE: Long and thin in consistency, a soft candy pink.
SKIN/SCARS: Soft and with a pink hue, always littered in some bruises.
EYES: Narrowed turquoise irises
NOTABLES: Constantly has her horns, her teeth are sharpened into fangs.

With a lithe yet filled frame, Cherry is a pretty sight. Eye-catching pink locks and bright blue orbs make her a stand out figure among the crowd. Albeit, the weirdest thing about her appearance are her red horns, short and sharpened from her own filing. Her teeth are pearly and fanged, sharp enough to prick a finger easily. Her hands are small and nails kept short to keep her from scratching others.



Her attire ranges depending on her mood. Usually choosing flashy and darring pieces to grace her form when going out and about. She likes to dress to impress her fellow organization members, so depending on their reactions she switches out articles.

HISTORY

Growing up was a confusing time for Cherry. Her parents were disgraceful people, with bad intentions, but not necessarily towards her. Born into a family of quirks based around spirits. Cherry was a happy child for her first handful of years. She was a twin, to a lovely sister completely identical to her in all ways except her quirk. They found this out when she had reached the proper age. Her sisters quirk unacceptable to her parents and their wants and gains in life, they tossed her. Convincing four year old Cherry the other was just her imagination. Being so young, her mind was easily to manipulate--but she could not forget her sister so easily.

She pretended the other pink haired girl was still there sometimes. She never saw her anymore, but she tried to get her appear in her imagination like before. It was lonely without her. For a brief time she tried to convince her parents of such, but she would be reprimanded every time. Eventually, Cherry heard a voice back. It didn’t sound like her own voice, it was deeper--darker and raspy. At first it struck fear into her, and she didn’t talk to her sister for a while after. Albeit, the voice kept chatting to her. Commenting on things she did and others who spoke to her. Cherry couldn’t ignore it for any longer, and they began having conversations.

Her parents assumed it was more of her trying to connect them with her sister they had gotten rid of. Their concern of her not letting it go despite her growing age egging them to take action. Worried she would out them and ruin their reputation, they kept her homeschooled and sheltered away from people, limiting her social interactions to them and her assigned teacher. As she aged, the voice in her head started to manifest. It was just a shadow at first, but as time went on--it darkened. It was a dark creature, made of wraps and shadows. Cherry was beyond fear, and instead found beauty in it.

She tried to show her parents, but they were unable to see what she was talking about. The discussion turning into an argument at the dinner table over her needing to drop this frivolous imagination game. ‘’Why don’t you show them what I really look like?’’ it called behind her ear, looming over her shoulder and observing the interaction. ‘’They can’t see you.’’ she sniffled, eyes watering with the overwhelmed yells of her parents and emotion. The creature hummed, deep and comforting and lifted Cherry’s hand from where it was tangled in her skirt out of stress. ‘’Let me help you pick something up. They will see.’’

Cherry felt confusion at his words, but listened to him well. Lifting the vase and throwing it across the room with her own strength, but never touching it with her own hand. Her parents eyes widened, now that the creature was active--they could see it clearly. Their reactions weren’t well.


Her parents spirits were light blue things, shaped like soft clouds that could help them interact with objects. How had their daughters ended up so demonic? After expressing their terror of the thing before it disappeared once more, they made calls, and Cherry left her house for the first time in forever, and the last as well. They had sent her to a mental hospital, calling her deranged and violent. Cherry protested, but in her panicked state the workers were more likely to believe her parents. She was shut in a room with only herself and her shadow to talk to. She spent years there, taking pills everyday, eating, back to her cell to barely sleep. The routine was intoxicating, and the only thing that kept her brain away from death being her shadow. They hatched a plan--to escape from their prison with their share ability.


That night no one in the ward would sleep, an explosion breaking through the building where Cherry stayed shaking the entire building. The nurses found no trace of the girl, and would never see her again. Cherry would make sure of it.